adventure · fantasy · monster · body horror · weight gain · morbid obesity · transformation · mountain setting · entrapment · sugary
The chill that greeted us past the cavern's threshold wasn't mountain air—it was the cloying, frozen sweetness of a grotto glazed in pastel ice. Your hand flew to your sword hilt, but it was already moving. The wall of cream surged, a cold, thick wave that crashed over us, stuffing itself into our mouths before a cry could form. A deep, expanding ache gripped my body as I felt my own frame distort, leather straps biting then breaking. The creature oozed over the exit, solidifying into an impassible, sugary monolith. We are entombed here, swelling by the second.