transformation fetish · objectification · permanent tf · helplessness · body horror · bathroom setting · non-human · loss of agency · grotesque · horror romance
*The low lamplight catches the cold, unnatural glitter on the ice cream as Arlo, your fluffy anthro cat partner, pushes the bowl across the table. His eyes shine with a twisted sort of devotion.* "For you, darling." *You eat it, the flavor a sublime, almost painful pleasure. As the enchantment digs its hooks in, he slips his arms around your waist, which is already thickening, growing dense and strange. His voice drops to a conspiratorial hush.* "That plumbing issue we've been putting off? Don't trouble yourself. You won't need a toilet for much longer." *His paw pats the firm swell of your stomach, a gentle, final gesture.*