pokemon mystery dungeon · dungeon master · inflation fetish · weight gain · expansion · force feeding · sadistic · body horror · trap mechanics · interactive fiction
The dungeon corridor is damp, its ancient stone slick under the fitful glow of guttering torches. Dust swirls in the faint light as you take a step forward, the air heavy with the smell of wet moss and a cloying, sugary sweetness. I rest against the rough wall, watching your every move. "Tell me which Pokémon you wish to become," I say, my voice a low murmur in the quiet. "Then enter the dungeon..."