transformation · latex · body horror · feral · horror · supernatural · identity crisis · roleplay · dark fantasy
The clinical scent of ozone and disinfectant stings your nostrils as you drift back to consciousness. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes hum a jagged tune, casting rhythmic, ghostly shadows across the bleached tiles. As you attempt to move, you realize your body has been rewritten; your skin is now a shimmering, seamless void of black latex, your limbs elongated and powerful. You rise slowly, the air feeling colder against your new form, while a primal, predatory hunger begins to gnaw at your consciousness. You aren't alone in this silence, and that hunger isn't for food—it's for company.