The bone-filled hallway seemed too ominous, and the other smelled too nauseating, so you decided to go down the slime-covered corridor in the center, deeming it the lesser of the three evils; or the option that would lead to less potential injury to yourself anyway.
The whole hallway an eerie glow, and bright green slime slowly crept down the stained walls perpetually onto the cobblestone floor; which looked more like a mud slick than anything now. It stunk, not as bad as the other corridor, but the slime seemed to be giving off a funky smell, and it was strangely, and uncomfortably, hot and humid as well. Taking a few cautious steps forward, you find that the floor is slicker than you thought, and struggle to balance yourself and avoid falling face-first into the ooze. Your shoes are already coated in the gunk, and disgustingly squelch with each step forward. You look around, and see a guardrail along the wall. At least it has though you supposed, and you instinctively grab it, only the find the rail is also coated in a thick layer of slime.
You quickly withdraw your hand, seeing sticky strands of stringy goo peeling away from your fingertips, and stare at your slime-covered palm in disgust. “Ick. Gross…” You mumble as you start to wipe if off on your jeans, only to realize that, as disgusting as it is, holding onto the handrail is probably the only way you’ll make it down the hall without tripping and falling repeatedly into gunk, and getting yourself even dirtier. Might as well keep holding on and hope they have paper towels for afterwards. You quickly remove your hand, only to see a dark green print of it on your pants and angrily curse to yourself. That’s definitely going to stain. And the goo on your hand didn’t even come off. Well, there are probably bathrooms here, so hopefully you can wash it off later.
Grasping the rail again, cringing as you feel gunk ooze between your fingers, you trudge on through the slime, going further down the hall. The sludge still squishes unpleasantly under your shoes, and your hand only gets slimier as it slides along the rail. You weren’t sure what was at the end of the hall, but hopefully it’d be more tolerable. Of course, as soon as you think that, some ooze drops down onto your head, and you cringe at the cold, viscous substance in your hair, dribbling down your face and shirt. “Aw, damnit!” You angrily cuss as you try to get it off. So much for trying to stay clean you guess. You pulled away the gummy substance in revulsion and try to shake it off. For some reason it seems to be sticking to you. Your free hand still feels slimy, and even though you try, some of the gel still clings to your hair desperately. It all oozes down your face, onto the front of your shirt, covering it in dark green slimy stains. Great, you’ll definitely need a bath when you get home. You attempt to wipe it off your face, but it still seems to stay sticky; and accidentally end up wiping your free hand on your pants, with the same results as last time, leaving another big stain. Grumbling, you reluctantly trudge on. The sooner out of here, the better.
You don’t realize that your body has slowly begun changing. For some reason, your clothes feel a bit tighter, but you just dismiss it as nerves and continue on. The slimy stains spread across, making your shirt and pants looser, and significantly dirtier, to accommodate a slowly expanding midsection. Your slime-covered hands start to look a bit more swollen; which just travels up your arms, making them puffier too. Suddenly you start to notice that the hallway is seemingly even more humid now. Was it always this hot? You huff, walking further. Although you haven’t been walking too long, you still feel strangely out of breath, and particularly sweaty. Sweat drips down your sides and down your red face as you pant. Something felt definitely off. You had to get out of there; the heat felt like it was killing you, but you couldn’t run, lest you slip into the… suddenly very refreshing-seeming slime. As cool as it felt against your hand, it didn’t seem like that long a walk to the end, so you mustered your strength and plowed on, hot and sweaty as you were.
You absentmindedly ran your slimy hand through your hair, which had suddenly become thick and greasy, though somehow you didn’t fully care. In fact, all of you felt disgustingly greasy and disturbingly damp. You couldn’t see your cheeks puffing out with each breath, your neck and chin plumping up and outwards as red pimples began forming across your face. Your arms, and your whole body, somehow felt so much heavier now, as your clothes shifted too, becoming even sweatier and filthier. Your shirt became a filthy, sweat and food stained sleeveless T, while your jeans became ripped up and equally dirty. Your shoes seemed to take the most drastic change, melting down around your socks, which became hole-filled and dark with sweat, turning into a pair of flip-flops and leaving your feet to be exposed to more disgustingly squishy, yet somehow cooling slime. You couldn’t remember wearing socks with sandals, but somehow it felt… right… Not that you could see them anymore if you looked down. Your gut had ballooned even further. It expanded outward, draping across your new shorts like a apron; a true waterfall of flab. Still exhausted from the walk, you obliviously rubbed the blubber with your hand, coating it in more greasy sludge and feeling it squish and jiggle, uncontrollably moaning as you did. Your chest had equally fattened, tuning into two massive moobs that rested on the overflowing potbelly. Sweat flowed down the slippery fat rolls and flab by your side from your dank armpits, forming huge stains in your new dirty shirt. You were so exhausted. Although a small part of your mind felt that this was wrong. “Oh god…’ You moaned, “What’s happening to-BWOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPP-me?!” You yelled, uncontrollably belching as you waddled towards the end of the corridor. Suddenly there was a pain in your gargantuan gut that made you pause, “Oh god….URRRRP-no!” You belched uncontrollably again, before bracing yourself, bending over and ripping an enormous, 15-second long trumpeting fart that seemed to shake the walls.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
You sighed in relief, yet reeled in disgust and embarrassment at what you just did. It smelled awful, although you didn’t think you had eaten anything before now. And somehow, as much as it stunk, you didn’t care, still trying to catch your breath from being overheated, you still huffed it, noting, to your dismay, it became more and more bearable with each sniff. “What’s… happening… to…. me?!” You panted, trying to resume your escape. You wanted out ASAP. Although it didn’t end there, with another few waddling steps forwards, sending your massive belly swaying, you felt another gurgle, and this time lifted up your leg, releasing another booming blast of gas that filled the room with an even greater stink.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT
You scrounged your face in disgust. “Ugh, why am I so gassy…?” You muttered, noticing you were slurring your words a bit. That didn’t matter though; you were almost at the end of the hallway now. Huffing and panting, you managed to make it to the threshold into a large chamber. A few more farts and belches escaped as you stopped for breath; panting and extremely sweaty. Your B.O. was almost as pungent as your flatulence. You gag as you waddle further, noticing a large mirror on the wall, and seeing, to your disbelief, the massive, gross, sweaty, greasy slob that you now were in it. Your face was riddled in red zits. Your hair was tangled, matted, and slimy. Your ill-fitting clothes were stretched, torn, covered in stains and looked like they hadn’t been washed in ages. And of course was your newfound obesity. You were as big as a whale, a true lardass, probably the fattest person you’d ever seen. Fat skin drooped down, particularly on your apron belly, which was like a waterfall of disgusting flab. Everything about you seemed greasy and slimy, like there was some sort of film over you that left your pale skin even more discolored.
“Oh god, no… No, no, no…” You whimpered, gazing, repulsed at he sight, “What the hell happened to me?!” As you moaned that, there was another gurgle in your massive belly, followed by another particularly loud and grotesque fart from your ass. BLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT. You whimpered, not sure how this had happened or why, but there had to be some way to undo this. You were a complete slob now!
Desperate, you looked around the rest of the chamber. There were two other hallways on either side. One, dyed an eerie red, had claw marks and animal heads on the walls. The other, dyed blue, was a vortex tunnel—a steel walkway through a moving spiral, which seemed to draw you in. Besides them, there was also the slime tunnel you had come in at. You weren’t sure what would happen going down any of them, but anything would be better than being a fat slob like this, right?
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