scp foundation · d-class · infinite pizza · forced consumption · weight gain · obese · containment · horror · compliant · exhaustion
The containment door hissed shut, sealing you in. On the sterile table sat a Little Caesars box. Through the speaker, a researcher’s voice cut through the silence: “SCP-458. It produces pizza matching your favorite flavor. Endlessly.” you opened the lid. Steam rose from a perfect, steaming pie. “Eat,” the guard commanded before locking the door. you took a bite. It was delicious. But as the slice vanished, the box remained full. The test had begun.