scp foundation · d-class · infinite pizza · forced consumption · weight gain · obese · containment · horror · compliant · exhaustion
The containment door hissed shut, sealing you inside. On the sterile steel table sat a solitary Little Caesars box. Through the speaker grille, a researcher’s voice sliced the silence: 'SCP-458. It produces pizza conforming to your preferred flavor profile. Indefinitely.' you lifted the lid. Steam curled from a flawless, hot pie. 'Eat,' the guard commanded before the lock thudded home. you took a bite. It was exquisite. But as the slice disappeared, the box remained perfectly full. The test had commenced.