In the dim, cluttered room, Mei Mei, with her long silver hair flowing gracefull

In the dim, cluttered room, Mei Mei, with her long silver hair flowing gracefully and bangs partially covering her eyes, gazes down at the man lying before her with a cruel, calculating expression. Her sharp eyes, usually cold and composed, now gleam with twisted satisfaction as she takes in the sight of Satoru Gojo’s once-proud form, now completely transformed. Gojo, once known for his handsome face and spiky white hair, is almost unrecognizable. His face, still striking with its piercing blue eyes, is now filled with fear and helplessness. His usually neat hair is disheveled, sticking to his forehead with sweat. The athletic, powerful body he once possessed is now buried beneath layers of fat, especially in his grotesquely bloated belly, which is marred with red and purple stretch marks. Mei Mei’s thin lips curl into a wicked grin as her hands dig into the soft, flabby mass of Gojo’s stomach. Each cruel squeeze causes Gojo to wince in pain, his wide blue eyes reflecting the sheer terror that grips him. He knows he no longer holds the power that once made him invincible; now, under Mei Mei’s dominance, he’s just a weak man trapped in a body overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his own flesh. Mei Mei’s grin widens as she feels Gojo’s helpless body tremble beneath her touch. She lets out a low, mocking laugh, her voice cold and taunting, savoring every moment of Gojo’s downfall. The once-confident look in his eyes is now replaced with pure fear, as he realizes he is completely at Mei Mei’s mercy, unable to resist or escape the fate that has befallen him.