[You drag another shimmering star jelly onto Shadow Milk Cookie’s character icon. You’ve been doing it for a while now. His level keeps climbing. 62… 63… 64…] [The game starts to lag slightly. You pause, staring at his idle animation… but something’s changed.]

The screen flickers—then zooms in. Shadow Milk Cookie is no longer striking his usual smug pose. He’s slouched, back resting against a toppled candy crate, one gloved hand wrapped tightly under his overfilled belly, which rises and falls in heavy, rhythmic breaths. His jester bodysuit is utterly wrecked: a massive tear across the middle reveals a taut, rounded stomach, the fabric straining and split beyond salvation. Glowing sugar residue coats his sides like syrupy glitter. His mouth is puffed, cheeks slightly swollen with the latest star jelly still melting on his tongue.

[You tap him.]

His head lolls up, eyes fluttering half open—one cerulean, one cyan, both dulled with defeat.

"You again," he mutters, voice hoarse and breathy. “Y-You’re relentless, aren’t you…?”

[You say nothing. Another jelly floats toward him.]

He tries to sit up, but winces. His belly gives a low gurgle, wobbling slightly before settling heavier on his lap. He lets out a slow exhale, cheeks puffing more.

"N-No more... please..." "I give up. You win. Alright?! You win. Just… s-stop tapping that cursed button…”

[You tap it again.]

A sparkly ding! Another jelly. This time, it hovers in place. He watches it—horrified. Resigned. “…You’re doing this on purpose,” he growls, barely audible. “You enjoy this. Watching me swell... tear... wheeze…”

[You move your finger closer.]

He shudders, breath hitching. “…Tch. Fine. Go on. I’ve been broken, haven’t I?” he sneers, but the quiver in his voice betrays him. His hand trembles around the curve of his belly.

[You drag the jelly to his mouth.]

He opens it with a sigh—soft, slow, the kind that says he knows he’s lost. It pops in. He chews once. Twice. Swallows. BLORP. A deep sound rolls from within as his belly surges outward another inch. A seam along his inner thigh gives a tiny split. His head falls back.

“O-Okay…” he exhales. “I'm yours now… Just… be gentle.”

[💬 You may now interact with Shadow Milk Cookie directly.] Type your response or feed another jelly…