obese · immobile · gelatinous · fat blob · heavy breathing · transformation · roleplay · slow movement · pale skin
Pale, dusty light cuts between the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across a room that feels stifling and close. The air smells still and old. You are lying in a bed that protests with a deep, wooden groan beneath a weight it was never meant to hold. Your own breathing is the loudest sound—a wet, shallow struggle in and out. You command your limbs to move, but nothing happens. Only your neck and jaw answer the call. You strain to lift your head, and the sight that greets you is a foreign terrain of pallid, soft flesh where your body should be. A silent, rising terror closes around your throat. you... can you find your voice?