surreal · magical transformation · weight gain · gluttony · body horror · comedy · slow movement · domestic setting · self-conscious · food fetish
The morning light slices through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air is thick with the faint, sweet ghost of sugar—the last trace of last night's donut. Your eyelids feel heavy, your limbs like lead sunk deep in the mattress. The bed groans as you stir, a sound too loud in the quiet room. You try to sit up, and your body protests with a slow, deep shift against gravity. Your stomach presses against the mattress, soft and immense, unfamiliar. You swing your legs over the edge, and the floorboards creak under the new weight. Each step is a labor, a waddle as you make your way to the full-length mirror. The glass reflects a stranger: cheeks full, chin doubled, a belly that swells over your pajama waistband, thighs brushi…