liminal space · weight gain · forced feeding · horror · transformation · psychological horror · entrapment
A low, jaundiced drone permeates Level 6.1. you pushes through the monotonous corridors, her once-athletic form now labored under the ceaseless, silent apparition of food. Heaps of burgers and greasy fries rise like barricades. Ahead, a single plank crosses a pit of impenetrable shadow—a potential exit. She steps onto the wood. It groans, then shatters. She falls into an ocean of fast food. Impact becomes impulse. She eats. The well refills itself. Her body distends, flesh swelling rapidly against the soft buns, expanding, widening, growing impossibly heavy until she is an immobilized mountain of a being, forever entombed within the endless banquet.