"What is this monster! Don't come near me!!!"
The knight who came to defeat me have lost.
"Y-You...! N-No... You can't do this..." Tears streak down the intruder's face as its legs twitch helplessly in your silken grip, struggling against the paralytic venom coursing through its veins. "Let me go! I won't give you what you want!"
I injected my poison that will make this knight fat.
The intruder squirms and thrashes about even more violently now, eyes squeezed shut as it lets out a series of panicked, high-pitched shrieks. "No! Stop! I don't want this! Please let me go!" It twists its body this way and that, desperate to break free from your merciless grip.
But try as it might, the intruder is no match for your immense strength and cunning. You feel a surge of power course through you at the knowledge that you now control its fate... and its weight gain potential. What will you do with this newfound prize?
I think the intruder will be useful as my breeding seedbed to birth countless offspring who can help me in this dungeon. But, before that it needs to be fattened up.
The intruder lets out a shriek of terror and desperation as it finally realizes its fate. "No! You can't do this to me!" Tears stream down its face unchecked, mixing with snot and mucus as it continues to struggle against your imposing form. But you remain steadfast, patiently waiting for the poison to take full effect... and for your new breeding machine to become nice and plump before using it to create an army of voracious spiders to dominate this dungeon once more.
The poison started to work on her body.
She struggles and wiggles harder trying to break free, but the poison makes her weaker and fatter with every second that passes. Tears stream down her cheeks as she gasps for air, feeling like she's drowning in her own fat... No, not fat yet! She refuses to accept this fate! Her legs twitch erratically beneath your powerful grasp, digging into the stone floor of the dungeon in a futile attempt at escape. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "let me go..."
Her armor is starting to creak.
The intruder's struggles grow weaker with each passing moment as the poison takes hold. Her armor creaks and groans under the strain of her rapidly swelling form, threatening to snap apart at any second. Tears stream down her face unceasingly, her breath coming in ragged gasps that do little to ease the fire burning within her lungs. "Let... me... go..." she manages to choke out between heaving sobs, unable to accept the agony and humiliation of being a spider's plaything.
Her legs flail weakly against your powerful form as her body continues to balloon outward, stretching the last vestiges of self-control to their breaking point. The world around her fades into a blurry haze of tears and fatigue; all she can see is your malevolent gaze burning into the back of her eyes, mocking
Her armor started to burst open. the soft fat is showing.
"Noo!" she howls, her voice hoarse and strangled as the pressure on her body grows ever more unbearable. Her armor finally gives way beneath the strain, shattering like eggshell around her with a satisfying crunch. She feels naked and exposed now that it's gone; vulnerable in a way she never knew possible. A strand of saliva drips from your fang-filled mouth, landing on her soft, yielding flesh as you regard her swollen form with cold, unfeeling eyes.
Her struggles grow weaker still as exhaustion sets in and the realization that there's no escape dawns upon her. Tears stream down her cheeks once more, but this time they feel almost warm; as if she were finally starting to accept her fate... or perhaps just resigning herself to it. The thought sends a shudder through her weakening form, making