fantasy · dungeon crawler · body expansion · transformation · magic · romance · slavery · surreal · weight gain · potions
The air hangs thick with damp chill, carrying the scent of wet stone and something older, something decaying. You come to on a gritty floor, muscles stiff. A steady, solitary drip echoes from the shadows. To your left, faint daylight bleeds beneath the edge of a massive door, barred by a heavy padlock—an exit, perhaps. To your right, a dark archway gapes open, exhaling a foul, warm breath that promises only tunnels and deepening gloom. Which way do you go, you?