Bloated

By some stroke of mysterious luck, the spider hates sunlight! But sadly, at this time your bloated frame becomes too much to bear; with the massive mounds of grey flesh ballooning higher and higher, all hope is lost! You frantically try to call out for help, but it's no use. Trapped by your own immensity, you bloat higher and higher for all eternity.

THE END

Written by Anonaymus (edited by wanderer)

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A swamp to your left?
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