horror · supernatural · body horror · rapid expansion · giantess · curse · transformation · helplessness · dark fantasy
Dust hangs in the air of the forgotten chamber, thick and ancient. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the dark, catching on a single coin resting on the cold stone. You knew better than to touch it, but here you are — your shirt now pulls taut over a stomach that has swelled in the last hour, solid and heavy. A low hum vibrates in the silence, the curse settling into your bones like lead. The coin is warm, almost alive, in your palm. you, what is your next move?