rapidpregnancyexpansion REWORKED PROMPT 3 – ULTRA MESSY / COLLAPSING INDULGENCE Pregnant brstingout (1 girl), stunning beauty turned decadent ruin, gorgeous but overwhelmed, ((heavy eyeliner smeared)), very long dark hair now tangled, soaked and clumped, blunt bangs stuck to sweaty skin, scarlet eyes half-lidded, (intense blushing), choker half-buried in cream, medium breasts slicked and heavy, ((thicker thighs)), ((mature, adult)), thong barely visible under layers of glaze and crumbs, (navel piercing filled with cream), ((punk, collapsing cleavage)), dark circles deepened, body slumped and sinking, leaning back in a filthy gaming chair (((View from above))) (((uncomfortable:1.7))) (((Extreme Weight gain, bottom heavy, massive fat hips, too fat for chair:1.5))) Photorealistic, ultra-high resolution, dirty cinematic chiaroscuro, neon glow diffused through steam, grease, and sugar haze. The neon-lit gaming room is no longer recognizable as a room but as a collapsed feeding pit, a sticky disaster zone. Every surface is drowned. The desk has caved inward under the weight of pastries. The keyboard is submerged in custard. The floor is invisible beneath layers of crushed cakes, burst éclairs, torn doughnuts, shattered pies, collapsed mille-feuilles ground into a thick paste. Cream, frosting, honey, and syrup form viscous rivers, slow-moving and reflective, pooling in corners and dripping continuously from broken furniture. Her (((((Enormous massive fat belly at least 9 feet in size:2.99))))) dominates the frame, grotesquely monumental, covered in smears, handprints, streaks of icing and crushed crumbs. (((massive fat belly bulging rolls))) fold and overlap, each crease packed with glaze, sugar paste, and melting chocolate, leaking downward in slow drips. The belly presses brutally against the desk edge, leaving smeared trails where it drags. Her arms, thighs, chest (((enormous massive big boobs:2.9))) , and neck are entirely slick, shining wet under neon light. Cream strings stretch and snap as she moves. Frosting slides off her skin in heavy drops. Her lingerie is no longer readable as fabric, only as torn, soaked remnants clinging to sticky flesh, fishnet shredded and glued to her body by sugar. Her face is completely defiled by excess: lips smeared thick with frosting, chin dripping steadily, cheeks streaked with crushed candy dust, nose marked by cream smudges. Hair sticks to her face and collarbone in dark, wet strands, glowing violet and pink under flickering RGB. Both hands are buried deep in collapsing trays, kneading desserts into pulp, lifting fistfuls that disintegrate mid-air, raining crumbs and syrup back onto her body. Each movement causes fresh avalanches: pastries slide, collapse, burst. Cream splashes across her chest and belly in slow, obscene arcs. The chair groans, half-sunken, coated in sticky runoff. She drags with both hands a big layered creamy cakes across her lips with teasing slowness, then takes greedy bites in it and messily forces the entire cake into her mouth, cream bursting outward across her chest and enormous belly. The air is thick, foggy, oppressive, saturated with heat, sugar, steam, and decay. Neon lights pulse unevenly through the haze, reflected in puddles of glaze on the floor like oil-slick rainbows. Nothing is clean. Nothing is intact. The camera lingers, mercilessly, on continuous dripping: cream falling from lips to chest, from chest to belly, from belly to thighs, joining the already flooded ground. She is no longer a gamer, no longer a person, but the center of a total collapse, a radiant monument of uncontrolled, sticky excess. Style: photorealistic, ultra-detailed 8K, cinematic neon chiaroscuro, hyper-messy, collapsing textures, sticky realism, zero cleanliness.