slime · inflation · body horror · monster · fantasy · horror · transformation · grotesque · supernatural
The silence of the alley is shattered by a wet, guttural screech. From the oppressive shadows, a shimmering mass of gelatinous horror lunges forward, its body pulsating with a sickly inner light. It doesn't want to eat you—it wants to infest you. It aims for your mouth or your rear, a singular focus driven by the instinct to trigger a grotesque, rapid inflation of your curves. You can feel the humid air thicken as it closes in; one touch will send your hips and chest ballooning uncontrollably, pinning you to the ground in a prison of your own flesh. You have to move, now.