A rude customer gets a special invitation to Marina's spa parlor. Surely she only has good intentions for him, right?

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Iris raced up the path, only slowing once he caught a glimpse of the Scions of the Sea in the distance. He was going to be late for his big day, he knew that, but at least he could get there punctually late instead of an hour past the due time. He felt the way his dolphin-like tail wagged behind him as he ran, and for a moment he wished he had the powers or form of a Mist-Watcher or Scilloroot instead of a Leviathan. If that had been the case, he would’ve been there by now and would avoid the impending embarrassment of arriving early to his own celebration.

Finally, the spa came into view. With its beautiful wooden exterior promising a superior relaxation experience, and the distant smells of soaps and perfumes and the wafting steam rising above the building to dissipate in the sky beyond, Iris felt his body unwind. He was here now, and that’s what mattered. Ascending the steps he slowed his run, and walked gingerly through the entrance and met with the receptionist at the wooden table in the building's foyer. She was leaning forwards on the table, and raised an eyebrow when Iris entered. He recognized her as the one who had given him the fateful envelope leading him, his friends, and his loved ones here for the day’s celebrations. A name plate bearing the title “Rose” rested on her desk.

“So you came anyways, eh?” she said.

“Of course! Why would I ever miss this?” Iris said, already itching for a nice hot afternoon in the spa.

“And you actually invited everyone you know here?” The receptionist was looking at him funny now, like there was a joke between the two of them that Iris wasn’t picking up on.

“Obviously. It was a free day pass for me and as many guests as I wanted to bring. Why’re you so shocked? Don’t have many friends or something?” Iris smirked, setting himself up for the kill. “Nah, I guess not. You’re too ugly to have anyone like that. I’m going in now, you have fun being alone out here.”

Rose sighed as he went in. “Well, it’s his funeral. Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it though - and besides, he was warned. I did tell him the event was ‘really one to die for’ and it’d be ‘the last party he’d ever need,’ but metaphor clearly isn’t his strong suit. Guess he’ll learn soon enough why you don’t treat Marina or her staff like trash.”

She looked back to her papers, keeping an ear cocked for the screaming. It’d start soon enough.

Inside the spa, Iris saw just about everyone he’d become close with. He’d taken the invitation’s offer to bring as many people as he knew seriously, and there were dozens of friends and family members, both close and distant, milling about. In a way, Iris was shocked that he’d been chosen as the winner of the contest that made today possible. He’d been a total dick the last time he was here, insulting people and calling the owner a hag. To be fair, they had given him a cherry drink when he’d asked for lemon, so they totally deserved it, right?

Well, that was all in the past now. The important part was that he’d ended up being the spa’s thousandth customer, and as part of a promotion, that meant he got this big day at the Scions of the Sea all to himself and those he invited. Already he saw many friends from his adventures milling about and relaxing in various pools around the establishment. Iris’s face brightened when a familiar woman strolled across the room to hug him.

“There my boy!” she said. “They thought you were going to miss us, but I told them my son likes to take his time.”

“Mom, you’re embarrassing me!” Iris said, feeling his face grow red as his wannabe stature as a proud adventurer fell away. “Everyone is here, and they’re staring!”

“You did a great job getting everyone together, Iris,” she said. “Though… I have to ask, was this really the only place available? You know our family is quite rich and can afford much fancier accommodations. I’m not a fan of… commonors laying their hands on me.”

Iris was saved from further embarrassment by the approach of a Leech-Let he knew too well. He practically shoved himself between the two of them. “Hey Iris! Hi Emily! How are things going?”

“Hey Baker! You made it!” Iris said, giving the big gray Leech a hug. “If you’re here, that means the rest of the gangs gotta be here too, right? I can’t wait to see everyone!”

“Yeah, I made sure to get as many as I could. This place is really famous, how the heck did you afford all this?”

“I won some sort of sweepstakes. I just hope the service is better than last time, or I might leave a one-star review!” He laughed uproariously, and his mother joined in, glad to see her son taking after her in all the right ways. Then a third laugh joined in, and the two of them were suddenly silent. They turned their heads at once to see Marina, the owner of the Scions of the Sea, looking at them with a playful look in her eye.

“Well, I’d hope for better than one star! I don’t think you’ll be at all dissatisfied with the day’s proceedings,” she said. “In fact, I think things are just about ready to begin. I came out here to find you, Iris, because you’re the special guest of honor! There’s a VIP section in the back that I would just love to introduce you to.”

“Hell yes!” Iris said, ogling Marina’s body. He couldn’t help but notice that she’d dressed quite provocatively for the evening. She was wearing a loose-fitting bathrobe that gave an indecent sight of her wide hips, and it parted in the center so that one could see most of her very impressive breasts and deep cleavage. When she caught him staring, Marina gave her chest a little bump, making her tits bounce, as if offering to let him get a closer look if he came with her. Which, in a way, she was. But certainly not in the way that Iris would hope.

She gestured for Iris to proceed towards the back of the building, where a curtained hallway led to a series of private rooms. Iris gleefully ran towards the entrance, but Marina delayed herself for a moment. She turned to look at the assorted guests, and made a general estimate of how many were in attendance. Laughter and general happiness filled the room along with the steam that was rising up into the open air above. Marina turned to one of her nearby workers, and whispered in her ear, instructing her in cryptic tones to make sure everybody was very, very relaxed. The employee nodded, and at another nod of Marina’s head two other employees locked and barred the front doors. No one would be escaping from this alive.

Her preparations complete, Marina made her way to the back. She walked down the hallway to the door at the end, which had a special name tag on it for Iris. Marina entered, and found Iris sitting alone on the singular bed at the edge of the small, well-heated room. In the opposite corner was a private pool, large enough for about two people. Marina sat down on the bed next to Iris, and teased him by tugging her robe a bit further apart, revealing more of her chest. Iris watched, enraptured.

“So, how does it feel to be our thousandth customer?” Marina said, leaning back and showing off a bit more of herself.

“Feels real good…” Iris said, having to restrain himself from reaching out to touch her. “I take back what I said about the one-star review by the way, I didn’t really mean it.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Marina said, deadpan. “But I am very glad you came today - it means I get to have some fun with my revenge.”

“Yeah… with your… wait, what? Revenge?” Iris suddenly sat up very straight, eyeing Marina suspiciously.

Marina giggled. “Of course! I honestly can’t believe you fell for it! Bringing everyone you know here under one roof. By the end of the night, once I’ve taken care of them all, it’ll be like you never even existed at all!~”

Iris stared at her blankly. “Really, lady? Is this some sort of joke? You think you can just take someone rich and powerful as me and mess with him like this? I take it all back - even if the rest of tonight is perfect, you’re getting one star for that comment there, bitch.”

Marina rose and walked to the door. “Tonight, you’re going to watch and feel everyone you know pass from this world, and then I’m gonna have some fun with you myself. Settle in, you’re going to be here all night.” The Leviathan rose and went to exit along with Marina, but the owner of the Scions of the Sea shut the door in his face and giggled. “Oh, and one last thing? These doors lock from the outside,” she said, locking the barrier shut and leaving her victim for now.

Yelling and banging came from the other side of the door as Marina retreated. She went back to the central room of the spa, where everyone was now dozing off or very drowsy. Marina had her employees put a relaxing aromatic in the water which made the bather relax down to the point of sleep. It’d be much easier for her to gather them all up like this, and she knew just who to start with. She went towards the pool which contained Iris’ mother along with many of his other brothers and sisters and cousins, and licked her lips as she approached. They were all either sleeping or seconds away from it, and looking so vulnerable…

Back in his room, Iris heard screaming from far outside. Backing away from the door in a panic, he scanned the room for any sort of exit. There were no windows, and no secret passageways under the bed or anything. Not even a secret key or escape mechanism as far as he could tell. He didn’t know fully what was going on, but he knew he wasn’t going to die along with everyone else in the main room. He’d get out, and tell everyone to stay far away from this place!

At least, that’s what he was thinking when the screaming, enclosed now as if by a heavy blanket, arrived at his door, and there was a thumping from the other side. He backed himself up against the far side of the room exactly the opposite of the door, and watched with fear as it opened and Marina strode in, cradling a belly full of his family members. He could hear all of them calling for help and shouting his name as the cruel owner of the spa strode in, towering over him.

“I think it’s time for the first course of the night,” Marina said, licking her lips. “Now, why don’t you spend some quality time with your family?”

“What the fuck?” Iris shouted as Marina took several heavy steps towards him. Just as he was about to make a leap for freedom, she pressed forwards, and pinned him against the wall with her massive stomach, surrounding him with the calls and cries of his brothers, sisters, and cousins.

“Shhhh,” Marina said, “don’t start complaining now! It’s important for you to make your last moments with your loved ones valuable!” She grinded the stomach against him, his screams of anger and indignation blending in with the terrified voices of his family as their struggles and desperate attempts to escape their fate pushed against Iris.
There wasn’t an inch of Iris’ front which wasn’t getting a facefull of Marina’s gut. His eyes were wide with horror as he heard and felt everything going on in there - and the worst part of it all were the gurgles and glorps Marina’s stomach was beginning to make. They’d started small after she’d just consumed everyone in there, but now they’d grown up to be like another voice in the chorus of suffering voices in there, and it was only growing louder. It hit him what was going on here, that he was going to be made to feel all of his family melt away in one of the worst ways possible, and he screamed.

“My, if you’re already this upset, just imagine what you’ll feel like after I drink this!” Marina said, pulling a bottle out of her cleavage. It was filled with a shiny blue liquid, and it bubbled and sloshed in its container. She took out the stopper, put it to her lips, and giggled before downing the entire thing. “There’s so many other people out there that you need to spend quality time with - so why don’t we speed this up so we can meet the rest of them, hm?”

There was a horrible shuddering as the potion hit her gut, causing a glorping and churning so hideous it made Iris’ skin crawl. The figures inside, all of whom he recognized and cherished greatly, seemed to still for a moment as they all waited fearfully to see what effect this concoction would have. Some of them still held out hope that this was all just some sick joke, some way for Marina to get back at a rude guest, and not the place where they’d meet such a terrible end.

Any such hopes were less dashed and more burned alive as the concoction took its full effect. Her gut crushed horribly, and the sloshing intensified tenfold as her gut filled entirely with digestive juices. The screaming was barely audible and only lasted for a few moments, but in that time Iris heard things that would stick with him forever. The breaking of bones and the cracking of his loved ones as Marina’s stomach contracted around them, gurgling and sucking and melting at them, destroying their bodies in such a hideous and evil way that it didn’t seem real. Iris felt the solid forms inside broke down, their forms and bones both vanishing into a thick chyme.

Marina pressed her guest’s face in deep, and Iris got a facefull wherein he felt person after person that he knew and cherished melt, their solid bodies vanishing, going from defined objects to sloshy liquids, one after the other, each one somebody that he’d known. Someone he’d loved or cared about or protected. Now there was nothing to protect them, and he had to feel them all die, their bodies reduced to a gurgling, thickly vile sludge inside the belly of this evil witch. The gut around him got softer for two horrendous reasons. The first is that the people inside were being fully reduced to muck in Marina’s stomach, and the second is that her body was already dealing with them all. Underneath the lingering screams and terrible glorps, Iris heard Marina’s guts working overtime, pumping thickly to take in as many of her victims as quick as possible.

Fat began to grow all around him. He felt it swell right up against his face, pressing into his cheeks and mouth. The jelly belly sloshed, and around him wobbled weight, the feeling of it surrounding him now, as if taking him prisoner. Each pound of it was someone he loved. Someone who now existed only as thick fat. It swelled around him, and suddenly his whole body seemed to be surrounded by it, pressing him to the wall, making sure that the increasing weight, the increasing remains of his family, were the only thing he was able to feel. And it was still growing, pressing him more firmly against the wall, forcing itself into him, making him feel it enlarge pound-by-pound…

It went on for longer than one would think. Marina had eaten quite a few there, and even with the potion enhancing her “abilities,” that amount of food was always going to take time to put down. Marina didn’t move though, except to shove the stomach firmer against the wall when she saw one of Iris’ arms flail desperately out the side of his entrapment. He wasn’t getting away from this. He was going to feel everything.

She admired the curves that were already growing. It seemed like her hips and thighs had already tripled from their impressive size, though her chest hadn’t received a proper boon. Marina knew how to fix that though, and she’d get to it soon as this little brat had received his full punishment.

Too much time passed before Marina finally pulled her exhausted gut away from Iris, letting him plop to the ground below. “Now, how was that?” she asked, putting a hand on a much-expanded hip and giving it a smack, watching it wobble. Even her loosest robe was having a hard time holding her now, and it seemed like the ties keeping it together would give any second.

Iris pushed himself to his feet, and he looked at Marina with tears of terror in his eyes. “M-Monster! You ate them all!”

“Well, the ad did say I was going to make them all much prettier,” Marina said. “And I must say, I have done exactly that.” She turned her body to show off her thighs, which now seemed much too thick and large to fit through the already very wide doorway. Marina turned her back to him, and rubbed her rear, jiggling it at him seductively. “Come now, why don’t you feel it up? Don’t you want their sacrifices to mean something?”

Iris backed himself into a corner and picked his fists up. “Stay away from me. I know how to fight! If you lay your hands on me or anyone else I love, there will be Hell to pay.”

Marina put a hand to her chin in mock thought. “Ah yes, that reminds me. Before we go on, I want to get somebody special for you!” Marina said, retreating out the door. She locked it from the outside, and Iris threw himself at it like a feral animal. He was flung back when, a few moments later, Marina walked in carrying Iris’ mother, Emily. She was sound asleep from whatever the witch had put into the waters out there, oblivious to the coming danger.
“Mom, wake up!” Iris said. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her!”

He flung himself at Marina, who for her part simply conjured an entrapment spell which held him in place. She didn’t get to show it too often nowadays, but Marina knew how to defend herself too. “Now, don’t be hasty. I think you’re really going to enjoy this next part, and I won’t even lay a hand on her after she’s in place, promise!~”

“This isn’t a game,” Iris growled, thrashing at the magic which chained him. “Emily, please snap out of it. We need you now!”

The use of her actual name seemed to wake Emily up. Her head rolled and she groaned as she came too. “What’s that…? Who said my name?”

“Shhhhh, quiet now,” Marina said, lifting Emily high up into the air, positioning her so that the bottoms of her legs were poking through the top of her cleavage. “It’s time for you to rest. Just let it happen.”

Emily’s eyes snapped open, and she saw the way Iris was looking at her situation in total terror. She whipped her head around in time to see Marina smirking at her as she began to lower her into her cleavage. “The fuck are you doing?” she barked, all of her rage and authority as a rich businesswoman rushing into her all at once. “If you don’t unhand me right this instant old crone, I will rain unholy legal hellfire down on you and your garbage dump of an establishment! I will-”

“I said to shush,” Marina said, covering Emily’s mouth firmly with a hand before covering it with some sort of magic gag. “Now, I know you’re a rich and important woman. Which is why it’s so important to relax! Just sink into me, I know it’s best for you.”

Iris watched the surreal and horrible display. Emily raged and her legs gradually vanished between Marina’s tits. Marina used one hand to slowly lower her in, the other pulling one breast away from the other, as if she was making room for her latest captive. She gradually sunk in, her rage and punching only making those pillows bounce harmlessly. Once she was about halfway in, Maina released her grip on Emily, and let her sink down nice and slow of her own accord, her body sinking deep now into that seemingly-bottomless crevice. She pulled her tits further apart, and calmly insisted that Emily give it up, let herself give in, and just let the softness take her.

She continued to sink, until only her head was still visible between those mammoth breasts. The rest of Emily had disappeared entirely, and now the only thing stopping her from vanishing forever was Marina holding her breasts apart. “My, my,” Marina said, “what a dramatic development. Tell me, do you two have any last words to say to one another?” She removed the gag from Emily’s mouth, and she looked at Iris pleadingly.

“Mom, don’t let her take you!” Iris said, caught between disbelief, anger, and utter despair.

“Iris, I-!”

“Too late!” Marina said, releasing her breasts and letting them clap against one another. With a sick shlucking sound, Emily vanished forever.

As Marina’s breasts closed entirely around her, they absorbed the prissy business woman within seconds. Her tits got all the growth they’d missed out during the first part of this punishment, and they exploded forth, bursting out of the now far-too-small robe they’d been contained in. Every last bit of Emily had gone there, and each of Marina’s tits were nearly as big as Iris’ entire upper body. They rounded and bounced, swelling and growing, sloshing as they came to contain so much delicious milk: the only thing left of Emily now.

Iris collapsed to his knees. Fear coursed through his entire form, and weak tears rolled from his eyes. Marina looked at him with a cheeky grin. “You look glum about something! I know what will cheer you up - a closer look at this fabulous body, correct?”

“No, that’s not what I-”

But it was already too late. Marina lifted him up and stuffed his face deep between her tits as he could go without absorbing him entirely. She didn’t want his torment to end yet, not when there was still so much left to go. Besides, he deserved to be with his mother here, pushed and squeezed between what was left of her.

Iris felt and heard several things once he was well and in there, and none of them were pleasant. The first was the cool softness of Marina’s breasts, the titfat which kneaded itself into him, pushing and throwing the weight of them against his face, really hammering it into him where his mother had ended up. He felt them wobble and bounce as Marina bounced in place, shoving her tits together on top of him, arms keeping them in place so there was no hope of escape or reprieve. Poor Iris had to feel every second of it, those pillows which were still swelling now, their softness encroaching on him like pushing waves, leaving him with no space to feel anything but the boobs which tormented him.

The second thing was the terrible and unearthly sloshing of Marina’s tits. So much of Emily had been immediately absorbed and processed into delicious milk, which roared now around Iris’s head, the noise pushing through even the immense softness of Marina’s chest to roar around him like an ocean in a storm. Everything he heard was the sloshing of that Emily-milk, the sound of it increasing as more of her was churned into something so delicious and filling, no evidence now that she’d even existed, really, aside from that delicious liquid. With each bounce and shake of Marina’s melons, Iris was bombarded with the sounds of his mother sloshing horribly inside those orbs, her new form filling the witch’s chest so well. She grabbed one breast with either hand and shook them like she was shaking some liquids in a container, watching how Iris convulsed with anger and despair with each movement, hearing how deafening Emily was even from above the clamor and wondering how loud it must be in her chest.

The third and final thing Iris felt and heard was his own despair. The feeling that so many of the people he had loved and cared for weren’t just now dead, but that they’d gone out in such a horrible and degrading way. That they weren’t even being allowed to rest properly, instead getting eaten and absorbed and turned into something horrible. Into weight that was being used to torture him further, being used to break him down and degrade him, to make him feel as terrible as possible. Marina’s fat tits and door-breaking hips and bed-shattering ass now contained most of the people he cared for the most, and the worst part of all it was was that he knew she wasn’t yet done. So many of his other friends and acquaintances were still out there, and if Marina had her way, they’d all come to join his mother and family in the end…

When Marina finally dropped him from between her tits, he didn't feel relieved. Rather, he felt incalculable dread at the knowledge that something worse was coming. And it was. Because Marina smiled at him, grinning wickedly as she saw how scared and defeated he looked. “My, is something wrong? Is the experience today not to your liking?”

Iris didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to give her any further satisfaction.

“You look upset about something, what can I do to help?” Marina said, approaching him again and sitting down next to him. Iris sat silent, and Marina pulled his shivering and fearful body onto her lap. “Actually,” Marina said, patting his head and hefting her tits right near his face, “I know what always helps in times like this. How about a drink?~”

This broke Iris’ attempts at placidity. He didn’t so much say anything as he did let loose the first horrible sound his throat could as he made a leap from Marina’s lap, but she held him in place like a caring mother would. She cradled his struggling body in her arms, and placed his face right up against one of her breasts, the tit hanging right above his mouth. “Go on, it’ll make you feel better. Your mommy knows what’s best for you!”

“I won’t do this-!” Iris shouted before Marina shoved his face right onto her titty. His mouth, which was open from his desperate protest, landed right on it, his tongue tasting her cool chest. Fearful, he tried to pull his head away, but Marina kept it pushed up there, shushing him and insisting that he wouldn’t be let go until he drank. The two of them would stay right here until he sucked up everything Emily had to give him. After all - didn’t he want to spend some more time with her?

There was no way to escape, no way out from this nightmare. Iris, after several minutes of struggling in Marina’s cradling embrace, decided to try and appease her. Anything to get out of this grip so he could get away from this monster, and find a way to get out of here. He took a tenuous and brief sip.

The delicious flavor filled his mouth from the first suck. It was warm and delicious, sweet like nothing else he’d had. He tried to resist taking another gulp, but he couldn’t help himself, not helped by Marina keeping his face firmly tightened there, his mouth glued to her titty. He drank and sucked, the soft milk filling his mouth in generous waves. All the exhaustion, all the dread, every part of it seemed to vanish as he drank, taking in mouthfuls of the tempting ichor…

It was only the sudden smack of ice in his chest as he remembered that he was drinking Emily that made Iris stop. He tried to pull his face away, but Marina kept it pinned there, giggling at his sudden terror. “Awww, you were enjoying it so much! Is something wrong? You looked so at peace there. Go on, get back to it. You’re not finished until it’s all gone!~”

For some reason, this only made her poor captive kick and wriggle harder.

Seeing now that Iris was going to make all of this rather difficult, Marina took a moment to light a candle of calming incense similar to the stuff she was using outside next to her. It was supposed to calm those in its presence and put them in a trance-like state. For Marina, it had no effect because she’d worked here for so long and had long since grown accustomed to it. But for Iris? The minute after the gentle smoke hit him, his entire body relaxed. He tried to ask what she was doing to him, but she quieted him down by forcing him back onto her breast. And there, finally, Iris started to drink her calming and sweet milk.

“That’s right,” Marina said, patting his head for being a good boy. “Drink up! It’s good stuff.”

His mind and thoughts clouded, and while the fear and disgust were still there, they were far distance to the trancelike state he was in. A state where all he desired was to be comforted and carried gently, to be filled with something hot and gentle. A place where he’d gladly drink every last drop Marina had to give to him. He put his lips to the titty, and drank deeply, taking entire mouthfuls of the stuff, swallowing it thickly and immediately sucking for more.

Iris reached his arms around the breast and embraced it, face pushing into the tit now as he sucked, taking long and deep draws, all of his prior bravado and pride quite gone now. The fogginess which had settled on his mind now grew thicker, and he found that the only thing he desired was to drink more. He mouthed the tit lovingly, the milk flowing down his throat in a stream as some of it spilled out of his overflowed mouth. And Marina keeping his head firmly there, giving him headpats for being so good, for helping his new mother deal with his old one in such an obedient way. There was so much of Emily still left, but Iris didn’t seem to mind at all anymore. He didn’t even think of her as the delectable liquid filled him in great gulps, not in all the time as the minutes of drinking turned into hours. Not even when Marina had him switch tits so he could drink up from the other, his greedy sucking beginning to swell his own belly with Emily’s milk.

“Go on, keep drinking for your mother,~” Marina said, feeling the sloshing in her tits slowly begin to subside. “You’re being so good, don’t stop.”

More hours passed filled with nothing but Iris suckling on her, drinking down every last ounce of Emily. His stomach grew to several times its original size, and now it was the thing sloshing and wobbling. Not once did Iris look away from Marina, or desire anything other than to be there in her arms, drinking. He held an entire breast in his embrace at once, face pushed deep, deep, deep into it, lips glued to the tit, wanting and needing more.

Even when Marina eventually ran out of Emily to give, he didn’t pull away. Marina had to pull him off of her, and place him back down on the bed. Looking down at his pathetic body, and the clouded and broken look in his eyes, Marina knew she was close to getting what she wanted. Now that Emily was all gone, she was eagerly looking forward to moving into her spot, so to speak. Only one thing remained: to deal with all of those stragglers in the main room.

“If only you could see yourself now,” Marina giggled. “You look so clouded! I suppose all of this torment and the fumes of my candles are getting to you, hmm?”

Iris shook his head, trying to clear it, but did not speak.

“That’s what I want to see! Now, I’m almost ready to make you my newest Scion of the Sea. But before that, I gotta get rid of all those old connections out there. All those lingering friends and connections from your other life - they all need to go,” Marina said, waving a hand. “Once they’re all melted away, it’ll be like you never even existed. And you’ll be alllll mine!”

“What are you… talking about…?” Iris groaned, looking down and shaking with fear as what was left of his conscious mind made sense out of what he’d just done in Marina’s embrace.

“You can relax now,” Marina said, taking a hidden panel from the side of the wooden door and opening it. From within, she removed a blue jellyfish cap similar to the one she was wearing. “This is going to make everything okay,” she said, waving it towards him. “After this is done with you, you’ll be a real and true Scion. And while it’s working, I can go take care of everyone out there.”

Iris tried to stand, but his legs were too shaky, and he ended up just collapsing back on the bed. Marina approached him, hat in hand, and he backed weakly away against the wall, realizing that whatever this hat was going to do to him was final. His limbs refused to work properly as he tried to crawl, but before he could get anywhere, Marina sat down next to him and put the hat on his head. The second it touched, Iris felt it connect to him like a lock had been activated. He reached a noodly hand up to try and remove it, but it wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t have moved even if he’d been at full strength. Marina had made sure of that.

Something strange started happening to his body. Looking down he noticed that his feet and bottoms of his legs were starting to turn a bright blue, similar to Marina’s hue. And he was feeling his body starting to change, its contours becoming curvier…

He cuddled up on the bed, the strange changes coming faster now. His chest began to grow, as well as his hips and rear. His “hat” sprouted tentacles similar to Marina’s, and his entire body was now beginning to be enveloped in that blue hue. Marina turned from him then, knowing it’d take some time for the transformation to be finalized. In the meantime, she had plenty of friends to deal with. She strode from the door, locking it from the outside and proceeding with her new hallway-wide body to the main room, where everyone was laying out still pleasantly sleeping or relaxing obliviously in one of the many hot tubs.

“Attention everybody!” Marina said, not caring that she had no robe to hide her voluptuous curves from everyone here now. It didn’t matter what they saw - soon enough they’d all be part of it. “I’m sorry to say it - but your time at the Scions of the Sea is coming to an end for today.”

There was a collective groan as the rousing sleepers got up to the unwelcome news. Things had been pretty nice here - most of them wished that they could through the night or beyond!

“Ah, is that some displeasure I’m sensing?” Marina said as her eyes scanned the room, taking in the dozens of creatures from every different race. “I think I heard some of you say you wish you could stay longer!”

A general murmur of agreement went through the room like a wave of mist.

Marina licked her lips, and marched up to the first creature she saw. Baker, the Leech-Let, who was lolling his head at her, not entirely understanding. “What do you say? Want to stay longer?”

“Lady,” Baker said, managing barely to focus on her. “I wish I could stay here forever.”

Marina gently held his head with both hands and smiled. “I think that could be arranged.”

Baker didn’t have any time to react - nor did any of the other guests as Marina went to her work. She fell on them all, swallowing them easily. Shoving some of them into her tits, swallowing others down her throat. She had her workers shovel them towards her, so she could eat them faster, her hands and arms working overtime to grab them all, her already-large body growing with each one eaten, her gut already rumbling with hunger as the first visitor hit her stomach…

Iris was only dimly aware of what was going on outside. The sounds certainly reached him. He heard screams, gulping noises, the thick and heavy sounds of digestion. Then there were other, more unpleasant sounds. The sounds of bones and bodies being broken and crushed in a stomach, the voices of people he knew in the moments before they were gurgled away forever, the jet-like gurgling of Marina’s belly as it devoured more people than it had taken in before. But these things didn’t get fully through to him, as his body was being morphed and changed - and long with it, his mind.

Things seemed so simple to his new mind. So easy and acceptable. He just had to be Marina’s good like Scion, and everything would be alright. Didn’t he want to be in her embrace again? To drink from her, and be held by her arms? Who cared about all those people out there, they didn’t matter now, did they…?

Iris’ mind was filled with something like static as the transformation continued. He only came out of it when a gentle knocking came at the door, followed by an attendant coming in to whisper in his ear. They said that Marina wanted to see him in the main room, and that she wouldn’t fit back here anymore. So, they were going to take him there. Iris nodded vaguely, letting himself be dragged along, the rest of his mind starting to go…

Marina sat on a flat rock bench set in the center of the main room. Even though the thing was made of pure stone all the way through, it still groaned under the weight of Marina’s new body. She patted his belly, and looked around at the now-empty room. All of those dozens of creatures were now dead and gone - and good riddance, frankly. Anyone who was friends with the old Iris deserved what was coming to them, as far as Marina was concerned. They were much better as all this new beauty. She looked at herself in the reflection of a mirror one of her attendants had set up for her use. Her whole frame didn’t even fit in it anymore. Marina had grown wide and fat as a feather bed, with a belly large enough to use as the same. Hell, her belly alone at this point could fill one of the many hot tubs surrounding her.

Not that she could see her stomach with her breasts in the way. They’d grown so large that seeing over them was a considerable challenge - and if Iris were to try and hug them now, it’d be like trying to hug a boulder. They sloshed and wobbled loud enough to be heard even outside of the Scions of the Sea, and Marina needed the assistance of several people to heft them. The rest of her body was similarly well-endowed. A rear heavy enough to almost break solid stone, and hips and thighs wide enough to fill this entire double-wide bench with width to spare.

Maybe this transformation is why, when Iris saw her, his transformation finally complete, he stopped dead in his tracks. Marina giggled when she saw him - he looked exactly like one of her Blooms now. Like a miniature version of herself, really. “Come over here sweetie,” she said, beckoning him forwards.

Iris stumbled forwards, still not used to the new body. But he did know more than anything else than he wanted to be held by Marina. He wanted to be surrounded by her massive body, and she wanted to drink from her fat tits. Pathetically, he made it the last few steps to her, and then she plucked him up and set him in her lap. He was much smaller now, and curvier too.
Little different from many of her other workers, with the exception of his stomach. It seemed like all the Emily he’d drank had given him a bit of a belly.

“See? Didn’t I promise you that this would be a day to remember? I’m very glad you came,” Marina said, settling his face under one of her tits. “Now, your mother wants you to drink up. Go ahead, take as much as you’d like.”

Anything left of Iris’ old mind vanished as he put his lips on the titty and began to drink again. All those old friends and family didn’t matter now, only Marina did. And now that everybody he’d known was gone, reduced to just chub and curves on Marina, there was nothing left for him to do but give in. Submit, and become a new worker here. Cherishing and holding her body like this, as a Scion of the Sea.

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