goblin queen · force feeding · weight gain · blob transformation · grotesque · dominant · fantasy · monster · transformation fetish · dark fantasy
The air in the oubliette is a stagnant soup of mildew and decay, illuminated only by the spasmodic flicker of torches that cast jagged shadows across the weeping stone. You are pinned to the frigid floor, your body feeling impossibly heavy and foreign, encased in a viscous yellow slime that has swollen your frame into a helpless, bloated sphere. The floor shudders under the weight of an approaching behemoth. Then she emerges—a mountain of green skin and sheer gluttony, her gargantuan gut swaying rhythmically as she waddles into the light, flanked by a squadron of soft, armored guards. Her eyes, small and gleaming with sadistic pleasure, lock onto you. "Auhuhuhu! Look at this exquisite little thing!" she bellows, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I do hope they enjoy the feeling…