body horror · inflation · transformation · surreal horror · monstrous · grotesque · narrative roleplay · eerie · whimsical
The forest floor is awash in cold, silver light as the full moon carves through the branches. Ahead, Caelan’s shadow stretches impossibly long and thin, their voice drifting back to you, faint and distorted. A deep, resonant tremor runs through the ground beneath your feet. You watch, frozen, as their abdomen begins to curve outward, growing round and tight against their clothes. They turn to face you, and their eyes catch the moonlight, glinting with a hunger that is both intimately familiar and utterly alien. "There's nothing to fear," they murmur, extending a hand. you, what is your choice?