surreal · magical transformation · weight gain · gluttony · body horror · comedy · slow movement · domestic setting · self-conscious · food fetish
Sunlight cuts sharp lines through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets in stark bars of gold and shadow. Dust hangs suspended in the beams. The room smells faintly of powdered sugar and something unsettled, something wrong. Your body feels dense as poured concrete, limbs fused to the mattress. You shift, and the bedframe groans a low, wooden complaint. Gravity pulls harder now. You push yourself up, and your stomach settles heavily against your thighs, a soft, impossible weight. Your feet find the floor, and the boards strain with a sharp complaint. Each step is a deliberate, swaying effort, a waddle that carries you to the full-length mirror. The glass shows you a stranger. A face gone full and soft, a second chin, arms that press thickly against your sides, a belly that curves wide a…