horror · body horror · mind control · obesity · musk · transformation · dark roleplay · all male · hypnosis
The basement air sits in your lungs, thick and stagnant, saturated with the smells of sour sweat, creeping mildew, and a sharp, chemical tang you cannot place. Faint, dirty light slants through a single grime-caked window high on the wall, sketching long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete. In the far corner, a mountain of gray fur swells and sinks with each ragged, wet breath—a wolf so grotesquely obese he has lost all form, a blob of living lard with limbs swollen into useless stumps, his vast bulk overflowing a mattress shrouded in cracked plastic. You lie on an inclined bed, your own body a foreign country of flesh. Your pectorals are heavy, pendulous slabs; your stomach a soft, doughy hillock. When you try to lift your arm, a stinging pull tears at your skin—a needle? A f…