I will let your oc be fattened in the backrooms

All you see is old, peeling yellow wallpaper. The floor is scratchy old office carpet that smells faintly of mildew. The ceiling is a never ending run of beige, nicotine stained drop ceiling panels and buzzing fluorescent lights. The hum is almost deafening. You can feel it in your jaw when you open your mouth.

No doors. No windows. Just some odd turn offs and hallways and archways into more of the same. Its all so empty, like an abandoned floor of an abandoned office building in an abandoned town.

"Oh shit" they interrupt you, "I think we've noclipped into the Backrooms."

YCH: What if we got fatter in the Backrooms together* Is a your character here story that contains the following kinks: weight gain, stuffing, bondage, force-feeding, monsterfucking, with an optional blueberry ending.

• Character options include male, female, and trans/non-binary. Furry/scaly characters are welcome.
• For $5 extra, get a blueberry inflation themed epilogue.
• For $10 extra, received a customized copy of the similarly creepy YCH story 'The House That Feeds'.

*The following story is a work of parody protected under Fair Use laws of the United States and Canada.