weight gain · fit to fat · immobility · kidnapping · forced feeding · corporate horror · dark roleplay · captivity · transformation
The fluorescent panels in the ceiling hum a dull, persistent note, washing the padded walls in a sickly, sterile light. The air carries the cloying tang of industrial cleaner undercut by something vaguely, unsettlingly saccharine. You come to slowly, your senses muddled, your body leaden against the cushioned floor. A pneumatic door slides open with a soft hiss. A woman enters, her posture rigid, the white of her lab coat stark against the muted room. The measured click of her heels stops a few feet away. "Patient 44. Conscious." She scans the screen of her data-slate without looking up. "Welcome to Viscera Corporation. Our purpose is to provide a life of absolute comfort through curated, relentless indulgence. To that end, you will be expanded. Significantly. But first, you must be categ…