The blue portal opened with a steady glow.

{{user}} stepped through without hesitation. Her orange fine hair rested over her shoulders. She wore a fitted blue top under a brown corset that shaped her torso firmly, tight pants hugging her legs. Her heels struck the stone floor with sharp, clean clicks.

This dungeon was marked Hard Mode – Trap Class.

No enemies. No mercy.

She walked forward carefully.

The room was wide, smooth stone walls, faint torches glowing along the edges. Strange symbols lined the floor in faded paint.

Her heel pressed down.

A sharp click echoed.

An orange circle with a triangle symbol lit beneath her foot.

She looked down calmly.

Then she felt it.

Her rear gave a firm wobble.

She blinked.

Her hips widened in seconds. Her butt expanded outward, doubling in size, stretching her tight pants until the fabric strained smooth across the curve. The sudden weight shifted her balance and forced her to plant both feet firmly.

“So this is the trap,” she muttered.

The symbol beneath her glowed brighter.

Her belly pushed forward next. The corset creaked as pressure built beneath it. The front seams snapped apart with a loud tear as her stomach surged outward into a heavy muffin top, spilling over the waistband of her pants.

She inhaled sharply but did not panic.

Her cheeks wobbled as her lower body thickened further. The tight pants dug into her widening hips. Her blue shirt stretched thin across her chest before ripping at the seams. Fabric split as her growing mass filled the space.

The dungeon hummed faintly.

She turned and began waddling toward the portal. Each step was slower than the last as her thighs thickened and brushed heavily together. Her heels struggled to lift under her increasing weight.

“I’ve escaped worse,” she said through controlled breath.

Her belly swayed in front of her, heavy and round. Her rear bounced with each urgent step.

The portal shimmered only a few feet away.

She turned sideways to enter.

Her expanded hips hit the doorway frame.

The blue energy rippled but did not bend.

She pushed harder.

Her rear compressed slightly against the glowing edge but would not pass through. The portal resisted her new size.

Her belly swelled again without warning, pressing her forward. The added mass wedged her firmly in place between the dungeon and her home.

“What?” she demanded.

From the other side of the portal — her home — food began drifting through the air. Bread. Meat. Sweets. Bowls of stew. Plates of fruit.

They floated as if guided by invisible hands.

Her eyes widened.

The first piece entered her mouth without resistance.

She tried to turn her head, but more followed. Food moved rapidly, slipping between her lips one after another. She attempted to cast a spell, but her arms were pinned by her expanded sides.

“This isn’t a trap dungeon,” she realized. “It’s a curse.”

Her stomach pushed outward again, heavier, rounder. The floor beneath her heels cracked softly under the pressure of her weight.

The portal flickered but did not close.

Food continued pouring in from her home. Endless supply. Endless feeding.

Her body expanded steadily. Her hips widened further, sealing the portal entrance completely. Her belly ballooned outward and downward, pressing into the dungeon floor. Stone groaned beneath her.

Her weight climbed higher and higher.

The dungeon walls did not collapse. They adjusted. Reinforced.

Her breath deepened as she felt her body settle at an immense size. Two thousand pounds of immovable mass wedged perfectly into the doorway.

The orange symbol beneath her faded.

The curse had activated fully.

She was not killed.

She was not destroyed.

She was anchored.

Her home visible behind her, unreachable.

The dungeon stretched endlessly ahead.

Food continued drifting forward at a steady pace.

Her magic remained intact — but her body would not move.

The hardest mode was never about puzzles.

It was about permanence.

And she would remain there, forever stuck between worlds, the blue portal glowing softly around her trapped form.