Happy Monster Island
You send a message to your arms telling them to loosen their grip but they can't hear you. Some strange gravity sticks the two of you together like glue. You feel like the hapless fly that wanders into the cave of a carniverous plant looking for dinner only to find it's the main course.
Other than the obvious, that being magnetically rooted in place by a shapeshifting demon leaves your body's natural flight of terror with nothing to do but whimper, you needed to put the "baby" down because it would soon be impossible to carry. When first you picked it up off the ground it had weighed about as much as a bag of oranges it now felt like you were lugging a colour television. With each passing second it was becoming heavier and heavier.
Whether the baby's weight is really growing or if it's some attractive force its exerting you don't know. In any case your legs can't bear the pressure and you fall to your knees then like the loser in an arm-wrestling contest the rest of you folds onto the ground. Pain digs into the centre of your chest as if a fully grown man were standing on your ribcage. You picture the read-out of a digital scale in your mind's eye, the numbers climb to 300 pounds then 350, 400... Grey stars explode into your vision. You take what you assume to be your last breath in a frozen shriek and that's when somebody merifully decides to turn out the lights...
Other than the obvious, that being magnetically rooted in place by a shapeshifting demon leaves your body's natural flight of terror with nothing to do but whimper, you needed to put the "baby" down because it would soon be impossible to carry. When first you picked it up off the ground it had weighed about as much as a bag of oranges it now felt like you were lugging a colour television. With each passing second it was becoming heavier and heavier.
Whether the baby's weight is really growing or if it's some attractive force its exerting you don't know. In any case your legs can't bear the pressure and you fall to your knees then like the loser in an arm-wrestling contest the rest of you folds onto the ground. Pain digs into the centre of your chest as if a fully grown man were standing on your ribcage. You picture the read-out of a digital scale in your mind's eye, the numbers climb to 300 pounds then 350, 400... Grey stars explode into your vision. You take what you assume to be your last breath in a frozen shriek and that's when somebody merifully decides to turn out the lights...