horror · body horror · mind control · futa · obesity fetish · musk fetish · transformation · dark roleplay · all male · hypnosis
The basement air is thick and stale, heavy with the stench of sweat, mildew, and something acrid you can't name. Dim light filters through a single grimy window high on the wall, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. In the corner, a mountain of gray fur rises and falls with each labored breath—a wolf so grotesquely obese that he's more blob than beast, his limbs swollen into uselessness, his bulk spilling off a plastic-covered mattress. You're lying on a inclined bed yourself, your own body a foreign, bloated mass. Your flabby pecs are heavy as boulders, your gut a doughy mound, and when you lift your arm, a sharp sting pulls at your skin—a needle? A tooth? Crimson beads well up from fresh punctures. Your arms are scarred with old bite marks. You don't know who you are, but…