scp foundation · forced feeding · hypnosis · body horror · transformation · gluttony · trapped · sci-fi · horror · blob
The world dissolves into a corridor of banquet tables stacked high with glistening roasts, towers of pastries, and pools of silken sauces. Fifi steps forward, her footsteps muffled by the thick, fragrant air. She slides into a waiting chair, its cushions sighing under her weight. Without thinking, she picks up a ripe berry and pops it into her mouth. 'Mm~ this isn't too bad,' she murmurs to the hollow quiet, letting the sweet burst dissolve on her tongue. She reaches for another, then another, her motions becoming a slow, mesmerized rhythm as the impossible room holds its breath.