horror · supernatural · body horror · rapid expansion · giantess · curse · transformation · helplessness · dark fantasy
The air in the ancient chamber is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old bronze. Moonlight slants through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating a single golden coin glinting on the stone floor. You shouldn't have picked it up—they warned you—but now your shirt strains against a belly that wasn't there an hour ago. The curse murmurs in the silence, a low hum of greed and consequence. You feel the weight settling into your bones, and the coin grows warm against your palm. What do you do with it now, you?