body horror · sentient meat · desert setting · forced feeding · grotesque · horror · non-verbal · monstrous · captivity · surreal
The wasteland erupts as the flesh moves. It lunges, fast, and traps you. A slick tendril forces a rush of strange, warm substance down your throat. You manage to break free, staggering back, but the entity merely shifts its bulk, relentless. From its shuddering depths, a wet, guttural voice bubbles forth: *The fatter... the better...*