Marina runs a spa named the Scions of the Sea. When a group of unruly patrons disrupt her business, Marina steps up to give them a special VIP experience they'll never forget.

This is a comm for @WitchyDagger on Twitter! Marina also belongs to them! - https://twitter.com/WitchyDagger/status/1758552554772861322

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It was a quiet day at Scions of the Sea, a spa and bathhouse famous for soothing all aches and stresses of the body. There had only been a few guests so far, and none of them had been very troublesome. Still, Marina, who was working reception for the hour, felt that something was coming. Anyone who’d worked with the public long enough developed a sort of sixth sense that could just tell when a gaggle of problematic customers was on the horizon.

All it took was going on her break for all Hell to break loose.

“Marina! We have a problem,” one of her coworkers whispered to her, appearing out of a shadowed room. “There are some customers which are proving to be, how do you say, difficult?”

“Come now, how difficult could they be?” Marina said, walking past her coworker and entering the main room. “I assure you, after I’ve shown them the power of our positive service, all of that anger will just melt away.”

Entering the main spa room was like entering a warzone. Desperate workers ran this way and than, hustling towels and bathing supplies, mopping up water around the many pools, barking orders at one another, and at the center of all, the nucleus of all this chaos, was a crowd of five guests, all crowded into the same hot tub.

“Ugh, finally,” the biggest member of the group, and apparently the leader, said as Marina entered. He was a large, broad-chested Drak, and muscles bulged from under his scaly skin. “Hey, over here! We’ve been wanting to speak to a manager!”

“Yeah, you tell em’ Spike!” one of the other pool-goers, a chubby Leech-let, said. She raised a thick arm, and pointed at Marina. “We got some problems, lady.”

Marina waved them down, putting on her best comforting voice as she approached. “Whatever is the problem? There’s no need to yell - we can sort this out as adults.”

“The problem?” Spike said, tossing his arms up in exacerbation and sending water everywhere. “Damn, I don’t even know where to start! For one, what kind of highway robbery are you running here? Charging hundreds and hundreds for just a few guests? And your girls here are too slow, it takes forever even to just get a drink-”

“I know our prices are quite high,” Marina said, “but that’s because we offer the best service in our business. Once you’ve had one of my massages, I am certain you’d agree!”

“Yeah, if we ever get to that point,” a third member of the group piped up, this one a Nyx-kin. He crossed her arms impatiently. “We’ve been waiting for hours! How long do ya’ expect us to wait for, huh?”

“Well, it takes time to prepare perfection! The wait times are long, but once you have a taste of our special elixirs, you won’t ever want to drink anything else.”

“I think I’d rather drink this bath water than whatever gunk this place has cooking up,” a fourth person in the group, a frumpy Scilloroot, chuckled.

Marina’s patience was wearing thin. She could just have all of them thrown out, but no, she had to be the bigger person in this situation. She wouldn’t let her reputation be sullied because of an outburst of anger. She exhaled. “I’m sorry you had such a difficult time today. How would you like a discount on your service?”

Spike laughed, prompting a fifth and final member of the group, a shark-like Leviathan, to slap him on the back encouragingly. “A discount? Try giving it to us for free! And I think after, we’ll all go and give negative reviews to this dump! I’ll make sure to mention you by name, so everyone knows to avoid this place, Marina!”

She flinched at that, and she let out a final sigh. Marina preferred to avoid confrontation, but there was only one way to deal with people like this. “Alright,” she said, “there’s one last thing I can offer you, and I assure you it will make up for any troubles you’ve had here today.”

Spike crossed his arms. “It better! So what’re you talking about?”

“If you all just follow me in back, and I can treat you all to a special VIP Service! Normally, it costs many thousands to receive it, but I will give it to you for free. I promise it will be the most relaxing thing you ever experience.” Marina said, meaning that last part in more ways than one.

“Yeah, as if,” Spike said, defiant.

“I dunno man,” the Nyx-Kin member of the group said. “A VIP experience like that may make all of this worthwhile.

“I agree,” the sharklike Leviathan said. “Come on, let’s at least get something for our money.”

Spike huffed. “Alright, seems like I’m outnumbered here. But you better make this worth our time!”

“I assure you, it will be,” Marina said, beckoning them up with a hand, watching as they rudely thrashed water everywhere with no care given to who had to clean it up. They dried without care, and tossed the towels down where they stood. For some reason, that was the gesture which solidified Marina’s determination. They wouldn’t be leaving this place to go harass other hard working laborers - and they certainly wouldn’t be sullying the reputation of Scions of the Sea.

Before they descended into the back rooms of the complex, Marina turned and addressed her workers in a hushed tone. “I am sorry you’ve all had to deal with so much today. Once you’ve finished this immediate mess, tell everyone they may take two hours off to recover from all this. As for our patrons here - well, I’ll see to them.”

The group followed her back, and Marina led them to the VIP section. There was a long hallway at the rear of the establishment, lined with gold-trimmed doors with numbers signifying the room number carved into the dark oak wood. She eased the five of them into the first five rooms, telling the group that she’d see them all in order. As she left each room, she locked them in. No escaping their fate, now.

Marina went back to the first room, and entered without knocking. The Nyx-Kin would be first. The room was sparsely adorned. Just a simple hot tub in one corner, and a feather-light bed that an actual VIP would receive a massage on.

“Hey, what gives?” the Opossum-like Nyx-kin said, curling in on himself, obviously having caught on that something wasn’t right. “I thought this was supposed to be super fancy and stuff. Look, my name’s Nick, I can tell you’re probably upset. But we can work something out, right?”

Marina leaned down next to him, cupping his chin in her hands. “You will receive less than you desire, and more than you deserve.”

“Okay, look, please, I can tell you’re upset. I got lots of money! I can make something work,” Nick said, flapping out his wallet and throwing bills everywhere. “There’s no need to do whatever it is you’re about to- MMMRPH??”

Marina, having long grown impatient with these troublesome guests, thrust Nick into her mouth. He was thin and wiry, possessed of a slim body that flowed easily down Marina’s throat, a single gulp being all it took to send Nick to her belly. She got down in the tub where he had been resting, finally taking a moment to relax as he hit her stomach, and began to struggle. Tension eased from her body as she rubbed her stomach. “I told you this would be an experience like any other,” she said.

Nick kicked and struggled inside of her belly, but this practice had long since become old hat for Marina. The warmth of the hot tub cradled her, as her stomach less gently cradled its catch. “Really, I don’t know what you five were thinking,” Marina said, rubbing Nick’s struggling body as he cried for help, “coming into a fine establishment such as mine and making such a mess! Worry not though, I’ll be putting you to better use soon enough…”

Her body grumbled and gurgled noisily as she stood up, and washed herself off after a nice long time resting in the hot tub, taking some time to recover from the stress of the last thirty or so minutes. Now it’d be her turn to show a little rudeness to her customers, and let off some steam. Nick was still struggling in her gut, though he was beginning to break down into sludge in Marina’s stomach. Which is good - that’s how she wanted it.

See, she’d planned this out before leading the five of them back to these rooms. Marina planned to go through these friends one-by-one, her body increasingly growing larger and rounder, giving her more to repay these rueful customers with. By the time she got to the leader, Spike, she’d certainly have a surprise to give to him. As she walked to the next door in line, feeling Nick struggling and punching and kicking in her gut, Marina heard the occupants of the other rooms pounding on their doors. They were certainly trapped in, which was another positive of the plan. Give them some time to stew in their misdeeds before they stewed away in her gut!

The second room contained the Leech-let girl, who was sure to let Marina know of her displeasure the second the door was opened. “There you are! Finally! What’s the hold up? I’ve been waiting… in here… forever….?”

Her words died away as she looked over Marina’s new body. The center of her attention was her stomach, which was sloshing and gurgling noisily now, Nick’s increasingly-desperate cries for help barely being heard over the sounds of his body melting away and the fat he was slowly adding to Marina’s form. The Leech-let, realizing her fate, made a desperate attempt to leap past Marina. “HELP!” she hollered, “THIS LADY’S CRAZY! I THINK SHE’S GONNA EAT-”

“That’s enough of that,” Marina said, shoving her back into the room and slamming the door behind them. She licked her lips. “After the trouble you’ve caused my staff, you have no reason to complain. And honestly?” she said, backing the unruly guest back up against the hot tub, “I know it’s indecent to say, but I’ve always wished to try Leech-let.”

“This is a prank, right?” she said, cowering back in the tub. “Like, you’re not serious?”

“I take my services very seriously,” Marina said, grasping her wriggling body with both arms, “as you’re about to find out.

Marina shoved her stomach into the Leech-let, covering up her crying face with a struggling belly. It was unkind, she knew. But Marina wanted these guests to suffer that extra little bit for making such a mess, and harassing her staff. So, she gave the Leech-let girl a faceful of her melting friend, let her soak in the sounds of them digesting and sloshing around as they were reduced to stomach chyme. She shoved her face in deeper, smothering her cries, using her face to help knead up Nick, really really letting her know where she was going to end up, and what was going to happen to her.

“S-Stop!” the Leech girl cried. “Okay, I get it! We were rude, just stop it already!”

“Oh? You want me to stop this?” Marina said, kneading her face into the belly a bit more.

“Yes!”

Marina shrugged. “Well, I intended to play a bit more before eating you, but if you insist…” She plucked up the struggling Leech-let, and started shoving her down her throat.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!” the Leech girl cried. “THAT’S NOT WHAT I-”

Thankfully, Leech-lets have slippery, wet bodies. Before she could waste any more of Marina’s time with her crying, she was able to slurp her entire body down like a big noodle. She joined her still-digesting friend in Marina’s gut, and her cries of shock and horror were muffled up by the fat that she would soon join.

Marina settled back down in the tub, giving herself a little bit of time to relax and recover before moving onto the next guest. She wanted to spice things up a bit for the next one - she still had three to go after all! After a nice, long soak, she stood up, and was immediately shocked by her new gains.

“My, and I’ve only eaten two so far!” Marina said, as she looked down at her stomach, which was hundreds of pounds heavier, and her thighs, which had already widened to the point that she had to turn sideways in order to fit through the doorway. “I suppose you all must be as fattening as you are troublesome.”

She opened the door to the third room casually, only to find the Leviathan staring at her, cracking his knuckles. “Lady, you don’t know who you’re messing with. Know who I am? I’m Tank, leader of the-”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re very important,” Marina said, closing the door behind her. “Now, how about we cut the preamble, and I show you what’s been happening to your friends?”
Tank charged at her, but Marina was quite powerful beneath her unassuming demeanor. With an unexpected shove, she sent him clattering to the floor. She came over to him, grabbed him by an arm, and dragged him over to the tub while he wriggled and demanded to know what was going on. Within moments, she had him right where she wanted him. She sat on the rim of the tub, and caught his head between her thighs, squeezing.

“Hey! What’s the big idea??” Tank roared, trying to try her thighs from around his head, but they were like iron. To make things worse, they were getting heavier and thicker as his friends were being melted away, making it that much harder with every passing second for him to get free.

“Come now, you came here to relax, correct?” Marina said, grinding her hips against his face. “Why not settle in? You’re surrounded by friends after all!”

It was only with this last line that Tank’s heavy head finally got the point. Everything suddenly made sense. The screams he’d heard, Marina’s shift in attitude, the weight that was more fully surrounding him with every passing second… “You sick asshole! The fuck did you-MMPH?”

Marina adjusted her thighs, covering up his mouth. “Shhhhh! I told you to settle down! Don’t you want to fully immerse yourself in the VIP experience?”

Tank roared something at this, and his heavy arms swung up and tried to smack at Marina, but the fat she’d gained made her too cushioned for them to do anything much. Her stomach grumbled and gurgled behind his head, so he got to hear his friends digest, sloshing away in that gut. At the same time, Marina’s weight grew softer and heavier against him, soon coming to engulf his entire head, surrounding him with his digested friends.

Marina gave her thighs a slap, watching all that new weight wobble. Tank’s entire sizable head had vanished between her legs, though she could certainly hear his cries. She opened up her legs, and teased him a little. “Are you enjoying yourself? I thought I heard something wrong!”

“You crazy asshole! I swear I’ll-” Marina smothered him with her thighs again, shutting him up. She kept him like that, making him feel that weight increasing on him, pound-by-pound, his friends getting turned into fat right up against him. It was only when her stomach had emptied out that she opened her thighs again.

“How are you feeling? I believe this was really a five-star service!” Marina said with a little giggle.

“Oh I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin your business now,” Tank said, rage bubbling out of him. “I’m gonna burn this place down, and tell everyone I know about what you did!”
Marina licked her lips. “My, so you still feel the same way? What a shame. I’m sorry I couldn’t change your mind - though it does mean you’ll have to join your friends now.”

“Wait, I-” Tank screamed as Marina’s mouth descended on him, and took him in. His body slid thickly and heavily down her throat, landing in the same stomach that had digested his friends. Marina rubbed her stomach, taking a shameful little pleasure in how he struggled and roared inside of her belly.

Marina felt up her increasing weight, which grew only heavier as Tank’s surprisingly weak body was steadily digested. Her tits had swelled to the point that each one was bigger than the average client’s head, and they had continued growing, doubtlessly on their way to become much bigger than even that by the time this was all over. Her thighs and ass, for their part, had become heavy enough to make the bench she was sitting on creak and groan under her weight. Even sliding sideways through the doors likely wouldn’t get her through them now…

Another sharp cry rose up from her stomach. Marina felt a strange sense of anger over it. How inconsiderate to scream in such a way! What if a guest, say, in the room overheard it? What would they think?

Sitting one room over, Sunny the Scilloroot felt like she was in a horror movie. She’d heard the screams of her friends coming down the hall, getting closer with each room Marina visited. Sunny knew that she’d be next. And yeah, sure, she thought, they’d been jerks! But did that really justifying doing whatever this crazy owner was doing to them? She’d pounded on the wood next to her tub, trying to get Spike’s attention, but he wasn’t saying anything.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Sunny knew it was her turn. The knob on the door turned to open, and she plastered herself against the back of the room. Marina’s head peeked in first, seeming innocent enough. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I come in at a bad time?”

“What’s going on?” Sunny said, pointing a finger accusingly. “I heard those screams! I know something bad’s happening out there!”

“Something bad? On the contrary!” Marina said, flinging her hands up excitedly as she entered. “Indeed, I’ve had quite a bit of fun today.”

Sunny fell to the ground in fear, which only made Marina’s new immensity seem even larger. “You-! You devoured them didn’t you!”

Marina considered. “Well, I wouldn’t put it in such an indulgent way. But yes, I suppose so.”

“That’s horrible!” Sunny said, their roots scraping against the floor and leaving dirt everywhere. A mess that, at the moment, she probably should’ve been avoiding trying to make. Her eyes fell to Marina’s stomach, which still rumbled and gurgled with what remained of Tank. For all his talk and bulk, he had digested even faster than his friends, and he was already being processed away into fat on Marina’s rear.

Actually, now that Marina thought of it, that gave her an idea…

“Worry not, poor Scilloroot. I won’t devour you as I did the others.” Marina said, coming closer to Sunny’s trembling form.

“You won’t? Oh thank goodness!” Sunny said. “‘Cause, y’know, I didn’t want to cause a mess! It just sort of… Wait. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just taking one last look at an unruly guest, is all,” Marina said, turning herself around so that her rear was facing Sunny. “Now stay still!”

“What,” Sunny said, not understanding. What was she going to do with an oversized rear-?

Marina sat down, her immense ass slamming down on Sunny, shoving her right up there in a matter of seconds. Sunny let out a shriek and, a few seconds later, a surprised scream, but Marina’s ass had grown so massive that it drowned all those obnoxious sounds out. Sunny was surrounded by weight on all sides, and as she struggled and kicked, Sunny realized it all came from her friends. And, as the pounds pressed in and grew heavier around her, she saw she’d soon be part of all this weight, too.

Marina sat down on the bench at the far end of the room, and relaxed as Sunny’s muffled cries rang on inside of her. As much as she wanted to go into the final room over and show that Spike what-for, Marina knew that she needed to take it easy, and give her body some time to take in these misfits.

Tank glorped in her stomach, his body still digesting as Marina’s form grew big enough to fill up one of the hot tubs without additional assistance. Sunny was struggling around as they were too worked away into weight, but it wouldn’t be too long before she triumphed over them, too. Sunny seemed to be aiding her rear quite well! It’d grown to twice its previous size, several times bigger than even the plus-sized seating they had on offer here, and it seemed poised to continue growing.

Marina leaned back, and let out a long exhale when a sudden fierce crash erupted from next door. There were heavy sudden footsteps in the hallway outside, followed by the door at the far end of the room exploding inwards.

“Hah! You fell for my trap!” Spike said, admiring his considerable muscles instead of sizing up his opponent. “Once I realized you were going door-to-door, I just had to wait for you to get into the room next to mine! Then I could jump you, and deliver a craaazy beatdown!”

Marina rested her head on a hand, almost interested in just how dumb this meathead must be. “Oh? Well, you have me cornered now! I am positively quaking in my boots!”

“But you don’t have any boots?” Spike said, turning to her for the first time, looking genuinely confused.

Marina got up and pushed him against the wall with her belly, squishing his head between her tits. “Forget I said anything. Now, how about you feel where all your friends went, hmm?”

She shoved all of her weight up against her. Her massive tits, Tank-sized belly, thighs filled with the endless pounds of his unruly comrades. Spike was shoved up against the wall, and engulfed by her weight, surrounded by it everywhere, and feeling it growing yet thicker and heavier. Marina worked it into him, ignoring his enraged and frightened cries. She wanted him to make sure he knew what his unruliness had wrought.

Spike’s dignity melted away the same way his friends had. He tried punching and pushing Marina off him, but all he ended up doing was pressing into more weight, weight that had once meant so much to him. He cried out something or other, but it was muffled, swallowed up by the ever growing amount of fat surrounding him. The more his struggles failed to do anything, the more afraid he became, the more silly he felt for even trying to resist.

Marina kept this up for what felt like hours, keeping him pressed and all surrounded by that weight, lightly taunting him and mocking him as she grinded her tits in his face, or crushed him with her ass. Spike’s bravado continued to diminish, faltering with each shove of chub into his face. When Marina eventually released him, he fell to the ground, defeated.

“Just get it over with!” he pleaded, drained. “I know you’re gonna eat me, so just do it!”

“Well, that depends. Do you apologize?” Marina said, looking down at him.

“Yes! We were like, totally rude, man! I take it all back!” Spike kneeled in a prayer position, almost like Marina was a God.
Marina licked her lips, and descended on him. “Well, that won’t save you. But at least I’ll make it quick!”

“Wait, that’s not what-!” Spike said, but the darkness was already consuming him.

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The Scion’s many workers sat around the main room, feeling confused. Marina sure was taking her time back there, and what were those weird noises? Some of them swore they’d heard Spike’s voice pleading, but it’d been muffled, like it was coming through a thick cloth. When Marina emerged shortly thereafter, her belly mysteriously full and vaguely Spike-shaped, everyone gathered what had really gone down back there.

“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience everyone,” Marina said, looking quite changed. Her breasts had grown large enough that an entire table would be needed to hold them, to say nothing of the door-destroying width of her thighs or the ass so large no chair would ever be able to handle it. If Spike hadn’t wrecked that door, Marina certainly would’ve just trying to get out of the room.

“I have an announcement to make though, that I’m sure will cheer everyone up!” Marina said, waving away the anxious faces. “I see you’re all looking at my new, ahem, assets. And,” she said, patting her stomach wherein Spike was taking his time to fully digest, “I can assure you they will still get bigger. If anyone wants to relieve some stress by cuddling with these delicate, soft curves, you may.”

No one moved for a moment, and then a large group of workers crowded around Marina.

“Very well!”

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