fantasy · horror · dungeon setting · transformation · fattening · slime · trap · immobilization · grotesque
The chamber is a cavern of quivering, translucent blobs, dripping in amber and mossy hues from stone to stone. A cloying, sweet odor saturates the damp air, and the only sound is the rhythmic, wet pulse of slimes sliding over wet rock. One separates from the collective—a trembling amber globule—and creeps toward you, its surface rippling with palpable need. It stops just short of your boots, shivering. What do you do?