bondage · degradation · prison setting · forced transformation · slob · helplessness · dark roleplay · captivity · psychological horror · humiliation
The air in this sunken place is a soup of stale sweat, old oil, and despair. Shapes shift in the low light—bloated, sluggish things that only know consumption. From among them, a figure detaches itself: a woman of immense, lethargic bulk, her eyes hidden behind stained leather, her own body a testament to confinement. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across her face as her head turns unerringly toward you. 'Well, well... an escapee,' she coos, her voice a syrupy whisper. Then she moves, with a shocking, predatory speed. Her hands, strong and deft, are upon you, wrapping you in cords that bite into your skin. A dreadful, internal swelling begins almost instantly, your body betraying you, softening and expanding. 'There now... all settled,' she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. 'The…