It was cool that night in downtown Bürbrück. A damp mist swept across the city from the East, carried by a sea breeze from Deauville Port. The air smelled of salt, and while rats scurried under the pale light of the crescent moon, the city thrummed with the heartbeats of ten thousand people.

Things were especially noisy at the Carmine Elysian, one of the city's premier night clubs. People milled in-and-out of the stylish building, chatting with friends as beefy bouncers watched them behind dark sunglasses. Inside, a jazz band played sonorous songs to the tune of Duc Lacroix, one of this age's greatest musicians. Men and women spun hand-in-hand on the dance floor, following the tune with an energetic, yet beautiful grace. At the bar, humans and Slyphian drank beside scaly Sacrons, tusky Dimolochs, and other species in peace, getting tipsy off gin, golden vodka, and fruity martinis.

After finishing a set, Duc Lacroix bowed to the crowd, wiggling his pointy ears in appreciation.

"Thank you, you've been a beautiful audience!" said Duc. The blue Slyphian grinned from ear-to-ear, clasping an elm baton between his hands. "I would love to play many more songs tonight, but we all know who you REALLY came here to see."

Raising a hand in the air, Duc Lacroix cried, "Please, give a warm round of applause the one, the only, Mistress Sicarius!"

Drunk on adrenaline and booze, the guests clapped their hands wildly as a purple Archanatrax stepped onto the stage. Mistress Sicarius wore a gorgeous outfit, a black leotard and boots made of the finest leather. They were held together by red thread, which clasped her body tight: her thicc thigh flesh was spongy like warm dough and her melon-sized breasts squeezed against the fabric, aching to taste the fresh air and bounce freely. Across her four arms were black-and-white striped gloves, and a single red earring hung from her right ear.

With her eyes glittering like priceless rubies, the spider woman gave a toothy smile. Her fangs gleamed like ivory as she plucked a microphone from the stand, lifting it to her mouth.

"Welcome welcome, one and all! It is so good to be back at the Carmine Elysian!" Mistress Sicarius strutted across the stage, her high heels clanking on the floorboards. "Did you miss me? My dearest apologies for missing this month's activities, trouble brewed at the homestead that absolutely demanded my attention."

Pursing her lips with a girlish pout, Mistress Sicarius tilted her head to one side.

"Can you all ever forgive me?"

In a thunderous voice that shook dust off the rafters and startled the local clutter of alleycats, the night club erupted into cheers. "We forgive you, Mistress!"

Mistress Sicarius giggled, her gloomy mood evaporating like smoke. She waved away their worries with a smile. "D'oh, you're all too good to me! Whatever did I do to deserve such an understanding audience?"

Raising a finger in the air, the spider woman continued. "Oh, but I owe an apology to one more person. You see, I was scheduled to meet a client tonight, someone with most peculiar tastes. But I couldn't leave you lovelies waiting, so I may have... double booked events."

Placing a hand on her thigh, Mistress Sicarius ran it up her body, stroking her purple exoskeleton and sleek stomach. When she reached her bosom, the spider woman fiddled with the red thread binding her torso, unwrapping thread after thread and loosening the tight leather. Members of the audience gulped nervously; was the Mistress about to disrobe on stage!?

The truth was stranger than fiction: upon untying the third thread, Mistress Sicarius' stomach suddenly cascaded forth like an avalanche of flesh, popping the remaining threads off the leotard. Tears formed in the leather, sending strips onto the dance floor; a few thirsty folks dashed for the fabric, which still smelled of the Mistress. The belly surged like a blubbery tsunami, and once it blanketed the spider woman's thicc thighs, it stopped.

Its giant girth aside, the gut was odd for another reason: specifically, bulges formed beneath the exoskeleton, thrashing about like a tumultuous storm at sea. The belly bounced with every strike, making the flesh swell at the leotard's holes like dough. Noises like muffled screaming came from the gut, which was almost drowned out by the gastric gurgles of stomach acid.

With its close proximity to the microphone, the bubbly churns echoed throughout the night club.

Guuuuuurrrrrrrrr glorp glorp sloooooooooooooooooorrrrppp...

Glancing at her swollen stomach with a frown, Mistress Sicarius sighed. "My sincerest apologies, sweet guest! I didn't mean to drag our session into public. But my adoring public awaited, and the show must go on."

Then, in a lower voice, the spider woman muttered. "That, and for cramming Josephine alongside you. She's stolen my perfume for the last time! As a Belle Femmes, it was my duty to discipline her."

With a disapproving glare, Mistress Sicarius slapped her gut hard enough to make it bounce back-and-forth. A frightened shriek came from the fleshy dome, and if someone strained their ears, they might have heard frantic apologies. They felt on deaf ears, for Mistress Sicarius returned her attention to the audience like nothing happened.

"But don't worry, my lovelies! Despite this faux pas, I can still entertain everyone tonight." Mistress Sicarius fluttered her eyes most lasciviously and smirked knowingly. "That is, if you'll have me?"

The audience members glanced between each other. There was a silent pause, and for a moment, the Archanatrax felt a cold chill run down her spine. Then, as one, everyone shouted, "Of course! We'll love you no matter what, Mistress!"

Mistress Sicarius almost flinched at the wall of sound, and clenching the microphone tight, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew she could count on her darling guests to understand. With a smile, she strutted with confidence, her stomach swaying from side-to-side.

"Très magique! Then I shall sing such sweet melodies to make you all fall madly in love with me!" The spider woman winked and cheekily stuck out her blood-red tongue. "But don't blame me for any ruined marriages! This spider belongs to the people, so I cannot elope with you anyways!"

Taking a deep breath, Mistress Sicarius began to sing. Her voice was velvet smooth and her tone perfectly pitched to every note. The song was simple, yet it flowed forth like a mountain stream, crisp and clear as crystal. It was the voice of an angel, and the lyrics washed over the night club guests, they felt an easy peace fill their hearts.

At the same time, the thrashing in the spider's stomach slowed. The song was so soothing, so syrupy that it dulled the preys' senses. Josephine and the client's eyes grew heavy, and embraced by the spider's warmth and the pillowy stomach walls, they fell asleep. The stomach acids rose up to their necks, and even as they melted into a nutritious soup, everything was peaceful.

Once the song ended, Mistress Sicarious felt the tension in her belly loosen. There were no more kicks or frantic cries for mercy. Her stomach was at peace, gurgling molten meat like it should. Even her figure felt fuller, from her thighs expanding in her boots to her breasts nearly popping out of her leotard; even now, her dark nipples peeked past the hem. A small smile crossed her lips.

"Nightie night, you two. Thanks to you, there will be even more of me to go around." Clearing her throat, Mistress Sicarius twirled her microphone around. "Now! Who wants to hear a real bangin' song!?"

"We do!" shouted the audience.

With that, the fun times at the Carmine Elysian continued, with everyone dancing to the swingin' beat and mired in the loving aura of their one true Mistress.

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This drawing was made by the patient and hardworking  ozeniiix. They are currently running a commission sale to pay for a doctor visit, so if they have any slots left open, consider checking them out!

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