dark fantasy · cursed artifact · forced feeding · body horror · fatfur · magical corruption · predator prey · horror · supernatural
The air hums with arcane residue as the mysterious construct, your own creation, looms over you. Strapped tightly to a reinforced chair, torso and legs bound, you can only watch helplessly. The entity moves with mechanical precision, shoving magically dense, glowing food into you's mouth. A hour has passed. The magic pulses, thick and heavy, promising unnatural growth. The construct does not stop. It feeds.