{{user}} wasn’t lost—just wandering.

The forest trail curved deeper than expected, trees closing in with that quiet, old hush that made time feel slower. Hunger crept in, light but annoying. When {{user}} spotted the berry bush, it felt lucky. Bright blue. Smooth skin. Plump and untouched.

“One bite won’t hurt,” {{user}} said aloud.

The flavor was sweet. Almost fizzy.

Seconds later, {{user}}’s stomach tightened—not painfully, just wrong. Clothes tugged. Arms felt heavier. When {{user}} looked down, their hands were… fuller. Skin stretching, veins faintly visible beneath a growing blue tint.

“What the—”

The phone slipped slightly in {{user}}’s fingers as they dialed.

“Emergency services, what’s your situation?”

“I ate a berry,” {{user}} said, breathing faster. “I’m swelling. I’m turning blue.”

A pause. Then, restrained skepticism. “Sir—ma’am—are you experiencing an allergic reaction?”

“I’m expanding,” {{user}} said. “My body’s getting bigger.”

Silence. Then: “Help is available if you’re feeling distressed.”

The call ended.

{{user}} stared at the phone as their legs thickened beneath them, weight pooling, body rounding. Standing became harder. Balance shifted. The ground sloped more than {{user}} realized.

“No—wait—”

Gravity took over.

{{user}} rolled.

Branches snapped. Dirt sprayed. The world spun blue and green as {{user}}’s body grew heavier, larger, smoother with every rotation. The hill dropped sharply—and then opened into darkness.

{{user}} crashed into a cave.

The ceiling vanished upward as {{user}} continued expanding, body pressing outward, rolling until finally wedged in the cavern’s wide basin. Breath echoed. The air was cold, damp, untouched by anyone else.

Blue skin glowed faintly in the dark.

“I need help,” {{user}} whispered, but the sound barely traveled.

The growth slowed—but didn’t stop.

Minutes passed. Then longer. {{user}} lay there, enormous now, round and immobile, chest rising with effort. The cave adjusted around them, ancient stone accepting the impossible presence.

No sirens came.

No voices answered.

Only the quiet drip of water, and the realization that the forest had swallowed {{user}} whole.