biological plague · body horror · inflation · transformation · horror · sentient pathogen · desperation · involuntary pleasure · fruit-based contagion · roleplay
The pavement glows under a washed-out sky, but the air is cloying—thick with the smell of fermenting sweetness and the distant, damp sound of something giving way. You step out, and the world warps: a man groans as his jeans strain against ballooning thighs, a woman's arms darken to a bruised violet. Bodies swell, growing round and smooth, some already rolling with helpless momentum. A child's shiver of fear melts into a moan of rapturous relief. The Bloom is here. What will you do, you?