The Seventh Wah

Life was hard for Marine. Nobody believes you are seventeen when you start developing crows feet. Or when your boobs start to sag. The sagging certainly wasn't being helped by all the weight she had gained from stress eating but that was a fact she was even more loath to admit than her age. At least people only used to tease her by just calling her a cosplayer but now they wouldn't even dignify her with that now that she outgrew her pirate outfit. Even most of her own crew abandoned her once they found out she was actually thirty years old. To make matters even worse, the ones who stuck around were... strange.

"Please, Sencho, show us your belly!" The crewmate's begging was met with cheers and whistles from the crew. "M-my belly?! S-sencho's tummy is flat and perfect!" Marine couldn't believe this. She was used to being idolized by horny men all over the world, but not for when it was over something so embarrassing as her... small, little, insignificant weight gain. How could something like "feeders" even exist? And how had hired so many of them?! "Don't you want to see Sencho's ass?" Marine turned around, sticking her ass out and posing seductively. "It's so big and round and shapely. Look! It's so gigantic it can't even be covered by my lewd bikini! I bet all you perverts just want to rub your faces against it! Aahhnn~" Marine closed her eyes and cocked her head smugly, waiting for the cheers and dirty remarks. Any second now. Why weren't they saying anything? Marine spun back around. "What's wrong with you, Ichimi? This is the part where you are supposed to tell me how perfect I look!" Marine raised her voice as she stomped her foot, sending a rather embarrassing jiggle across her body. "We've seen it." Said one of the more ornery crewmates. "Aye! Show us your belly already!" Another yelled.

Marine was so embarrassed she could die. She used to be the world's greatest pirate idol and now here she was, thirty years old and... fat. Marine couldn't bear to look at any of her crew as she zipped down her tight jacket. First her breasts parted to rest on either side of her swollen stomach and then her belly oozed out of the top as the zipper continued downward, terminating in an explosion of fat as the sides of her jacket split apart to reveal her tubby tummy. The crew went wild with hoots and hollers. Debu! Chubby! Fat belly and chest erotic! Some of the more brazen crew were even approaching to touch her. She was supposed to be an idol, not some flabby fetish object! As she felt her men start grabbing and squeezing at her fat belly she thought her face would stay red forever. Thankfully her salvation arrived in the form of her first mate. "What the hell are you men doing?! Get back to work, all of you!" He yelled.

When the men had cleared off and Marine managed to squeeze back into her jacket, the first mate gave his report. "Captain, I believe I've found it." He said, producing a map and rolling it out on the table in front of Marine. "It? Found what?" Marine asked. "I've been tracking down information about a tale I overheard from another captain. Big treasure, captain, you are going to love it. And it's right here." He said, pointing at the map. "What do you mean? That's just the ocean." Marine asked, looking to where her first mate was pointing. A red circle drawn in the middle of the sea. "It's an unmapped island, all the crews that find it won't ever talk about it for some reason but I managed to get a low life to spill the beans. And it's only a week's travel away." Marine smiled. "How soon can we set sail?"

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Marine wasn't sure which was worse. How insistently her men begged her to let them do this or how much she was secretly starting to maybe, slightly, kind of... enjoy it. But only a little! Two crewmates stood on either side of her "captain's chair", fanning her and keeping her cool. The furniture Marine was currently lying on was more of a one armed couch than a chair, she had ordered her chair be replaced when it started getting uncomfortably tight on her growing hips. Another crewmate hand fed her chocolates and a fourth massaged her aching feet. It was hard on her poor feet walking around this big ship every day. Her ship was so big, after all, and it wasn't because she weighed in at over two hundred and thirty pounds before they left port! She hadn't actually walked around for a ship inspection at all today, or yesterday, but these small details were not important. She dreaded to think what she must weigh now after being fed for another week at sea, even as she accepted another chocolate placed against her lips. Marine had done little more than lay in her captain's quarters and eat for the past several months and the results were obvious. Marine could never even hope to fit in her stylish pirate outfit again. Instead, she was forced to contain her ever expanding body in her zip-up jacket and too small bikini and even those hardly did the job anymore. Her bikini was already revealing when she was thin and now the casual observer wouldn't be able to tell she was even wearing anything at all. Her weight gain hadn't spared her ass in the slightest and her bikini was now devoured by her butter soft booty. Her jacket wasn't fairing much better. Even with the jacket fully zipped up her belly was still on display, it's tight fabric showing every roll, fold and crevasse of her engorged gut. It was so tight now that even the zipper track was starting to bend into the deep pit of her bellybutton, an area which her crew were delighted to constantly stare at when she tried to give orders. The lower curve of her flabby belly was in full view as her jacket was being pulled up by the other place the majority of her weight had settled, her breasts. The tits she had once been so proud of were now a source of frustration for the overweight pirate. Marine had nothing that came even close to containing her enlarged chest, the connecting strap on her bikini top having ripped quit a while ago. Unsupported and ever-swelling, her breasts were held in place only by her straining jacket, if the jacket was ever unzipped the two blubber sacks were now pushed apart by her belly and sagged downward, her nipples pointing toward the floor. With her blubbery, barely clothed body lying back against the arm of her couch, Marine looked like she belonged in the sea itself rather than in the ship.

"LAND HO!" Marine heard one of her men yell from up on deck. Marine groaned and put a hand on her belly, the lean forward to stand up made her stomach ache. How much had she been eating? The deck was covered in fog. Marine could barely even see from bow to stern as she stood on deck trying to catch her breath. It was exhausting to climb the stairs up from her quarters. It would be exhausting for Marine to walk anywhere, of course, but that would have required her to actually leave the ship to find out. She could just barely see a light glimmering through the deep fog. "Is this the place?" Marine asked her first mate. "Aye captain, this is almost exactly where I was told. More cookies than we could ever eat in our entire lives!" The first mate joyously exclaimed with a proud look on his face. A look that would soon be leaving. "WHAT?" Marine yelled. "C-cookies, captain. You are always eating so many so I th-" A slap to his face interrupted him. "YOU DRAGGED ME ALL THE WAY OUT TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE FOR COOKIES?! YOU IDIOT!" Marine was looking around at everyone as she continued yelling. "THE COOKIES WOULD GO BAD BEFORE WE EVEN GOT THEM BACK HOME! What did I ever do to deserve being stuck with you absolute bu-" It was Marine's turn to be interrupted this time, but not from something hitting her face. It was something hitting her ship.

They couldn't see anything in the fog but something hit the ship and it hit hard. Marine screamed in terror and would have fallen if her first mate hadn't caught her. "What was that?" She asked, fear quickly seeping into her voice. "All hands, report!" The first mate yelled. "I can't see anything in this damn fog." There was no time for answers as the ship was rocked again. "Well get us to shore, fast! To the lighthouse!" Marine yelled in terror. "We must be close! I hear music!" A crewmate at the bow yelled back. Marine could hear it now as well. She couldn't place what instrument she was hearing but it was beautiful and getting louder as they headed towards the light.

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The island was damp and dreary as Marine stepped ashore, well, as her men stepped ashore. Marine was being carried on a chair, as she deserved of course. Walking around some mysterious island was far too much for someone of Marine's calibur to be expected to put up with and, even worse, she didn't see a single cookie. Treasure. Marine didn't see any treasure. She didn't care about those cookies at all. What there did seem to be an abundance of, however, were these very little, purple blobs. They were everywhere. Some of them even looked like they were moving? "First mate, what are these purple things?" Marine asked. The first mate gestured to one of the crew who went and, upon some closer inspection, picked up and brought back one of the blobs. He held it up on his hand for Marine to observe. It was a small, purple circle, it would be entirely round if not for one side being slightly serrated. The serrated bits seemed to be the cause of the blob's motion. The blob rolled onto its serrated side, which Marine now determined to be the bottom of the creature, and revealed its face. It had somewhat cat-like features, it almost looked cute in a way.

"WAH." Marine recoiled in fear so extremely she almost broke the back of her chair. The little creature had spoken. "WAH." It said again. "Uhhh, h-hello there." Marine said, hesitantly. The creature seemed to not care, or perhaps be unable to care, about Marine's greeting and simply WAH'd again. The other purple blobs around the area seem to have been attracted to the first one speaking. WAH, WAH, WAH, many of them were all making the same sound now as they slowly approached. Over the next five minutes or so, Marine and her men watched as the tiny purple creatures formed what appeared to be a road in front of Marine which stretched out of sight. "Step." The original creature said. Step, Step, Step, Step, Step, many of the creatures repeated along their makeshift path. Marine ordered one of her men to step on the creature path. With seemingly no consequence for his actions, Marine motioned for the men to carry her down the path. Step, Step, Step, Step, said the creatures in front of them followed by "Taskaru" said by the creatures behind as they were walked over.

As they went further down the path, Marine noticed that the strange instrument from before was actually not an instrument at all, it was a woman singing. It was as if an entire choir of angels all shared one voice. Marine could not make out the words, just the sustained, lilting melody. There was an almost sad quality to it. Like an opera in a language Marine had never heard. Marine could see something emerging from the fog ahead. It appeared to be just like the purple blobs they were currently stepping on, only this one was much larger, about the height of a man's torso. The singing stopped when Marine caught sight of it, the absence of the singing made Marine feel almost depressed. The larger creature opened its eyes as Marine and her men approached. It had similar cat-like features to the smaller ones only this one also had two floppy ears and what appeared to be a halo on its head. "Who are you?" The large creature's voice was much deeper and had a sort of natural echo. "You can talk?" Marine asked in surprise. "Yes. The Priestess grants only one of us human intelligence and I was chosen to be her fortunate servant. The Prime Tako." The smaller creatures all WAH'd in unison as 'The Prime Tako' stated his title. "Priestess?" Marine questioned. "YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK OF HER." The Prime Tako boomed. "Who are you?" The Tako asked.

"A-Ahoy~ Houshou Marine, desuuu~" Marine said in her trademark lewd tone while puffing out her chest. This creature seemed sentient so Marine did her best introduction. "Cease your false sensual platitudes immediately!" The creature yelled. "Our Fair Lady has achieved perfect flatness. Your quivering piles of useless fat have no power here. Flat is justice!" The Tako exclaimed. "Justice!" All the little ones said in unison. "Why have you come to our home?" The Tako asked. "First of all, I am NOT fat!" Marine exclaimed as she rose from her chair, "And secondly-" Marine was interrupted by The Prime Tako. "IT IS AS THE PROPHECY FORETOLD!" The Tako's voice was almost deafening now. "THE SEVENTH WAH HAS BEEN REVEALED! WIDE ASS HAG! WIDE ASS HAG! WIDE ASS HAG!" The Prime Tako began to chant. A loud chorus of "WAH!" from the small takos followed each declaration of "WIDE ASS HAG!" from The Prime Tako. "Oi, oi, oi, oi I am not a hag!" The takos paid no mind to Marine's defense as they continued their chants. Finally The Prime Tako spoke again. "You must speak to our Lady as was prophesied." A section of the rock face behind the Prime Tako opened. "Enter now and do not turn back!" The Prime Tako yelled. Marine conferred with her men. While they weren't sure what they were getting into, this did seem like the most likely place for treasure. Marine made up her mind and ordered the men to take her forward to the door. When the last of her carrying crew passed The Prime Tako they dropped Marine suddenly. "What are you doing?" Marine yelped. The men were all holding their heads and groaning before one by one they each fell to the ground. "Only the foretold may enter." The Prime Tako boomed. Marine was forced to enter scared and alone.

The inside of the cave was dark, dead silent and smelled heavily of seawater. The only light to be seen inside came from small, circular stones on the ground, forming a very dimly lit path. A few more steps into the cave and the light from the doorway ran out, leaving her essentially blind. Taking another step, Marine's foot kicked into some stones which skipped a short distance to her left before plummeting off a sheer cliff face. She never heard the stones hit the bottom. "M-maybe I should just go back." She thought to herself and turned around but a few careful steps later the entrance closed and the dim lights on the path went out. Marine was trapped in complete darkness. Duis nec tortor nec eros condimentum. Marine's head burned. The pain was so severe so quickly she fell to her knees. Aliquam dapibus in leo vel dignissim aliquam. Marine couldn't understand what she was hearing. It was indescribable. As if someone tried to speak using the movement of tectonic plates. The voice had no source, as if it came from every direction simultaneously. Each syllable, if you could even call them syllables, seared into Marine's brain. A deep rumble began to shake the cavern. Marine curled up on the floor, trying to protect her head from falling rocks as she screamed. Donec vitae porta tellus integer vel. The rumbling increased in both intensity and volume. Marine thought the world was splitting apart. After what seemed like eternity the rumbling stopped. Marine could now feel some sort of breeze rushing over her in regular intervals.

Two vast, purple pools of light opened side by side in the air some distance away past the cliff face. It was as if the pools produced no light themselves, but were instead being lit by some unknown, invisible source. Marine raised her head and stared at the pools, they were oddly alluring. The pools changed shape or maybe moved as Marine moved, as if centering themselves on her. Eyes. They were eyes. Marine's head began to spin as she realized it. The two pools of light were eyes and the breeze was breath. A massive creature of unearthly proportions was in the cave with Marine. And it was looking right at her. Fusce ac vestibulum ex vestibulum ante. The horrid voice spoke again but this time Marine could hear another voice in her head. "You have entered my home, human." It was the voice she had heard singing before but it was different now. As if the horrid voice whispered just beneath it. Marine was too terrified to speak, too terrified to even make a sound. "You do not need to talk, I can hear you. I am Ina." The voice sounded gentle and caring, almost like the whisper of a loved one. Before Marine had even finished forming the thought, Ina was already answering as if she could read Marine's mind even faster than Marine could herself. "Your apologies are unnecessary. I knew that one day you would come." Marine found herself unable to blink, unable to look away, she must continue to stare at those eyes. "Your lies are unnecessary as well. You came seeking treasure. Cookies? To think you would throw your life away for something you could have obtained elsewhere so easily." Marine's panic increased. "Oh, yes, your life. You won't be leaving this cave. You belong to The Old Ones now." Tears began to stream down Marine's cheeks. "Do not cry, human. You came for treasure didn't you? For pleasure? I will grant you the greatest pleasure a human could ever hope to receive. I will allow you to converse with The Old Ones." Marine's mind was screaming as she internally struggled, she was trying so desperately to move but she couldn't. She was frozen, staring into Ina's eyes. "Of course it is what you want, it is what every human truly desires. Though many refuse to accept it, like you. But do not worry, I will fill your need."

"For a human to talk to The Old Ones, however, first a price must be paid. Your mind must be broken so you can truly see the light." Marine couldn't see them but she could feel them. Cold and slimy tentacles coiled around her body. A tentacle slithered around Marine's neck and lifted her off the ground, holding her still while a second tentacle tore at her clothes, stripping her naked. A tentacle snaked under the roll of Marine's belly and lifted it as if testing its weight. Another slithered up her torso and between her breasts, curling around one and prodding at her nipple with its tip. Marine felt another starting to curl up her leg, circling around and around like a vine on a trellis as it traveled upward, the end of its slimy length coming to rest on her pussy lips. A fifth tentacle grabbed her other leg as two more grabbed her arms, forcing her limbs outward in each direction. An eighth tentacle wrapped itself around her belly and squeezed, not very hard but just hard enough that the flab of Marines belly poured out from under it and spilled over the top. A ninth tentacle, this one thicker than all the rest, parted Marine's wide ass cheeks and shoved its way inside her. Marine screamed. The tentacle was huge, far, far too big to be forced into Marine's tight rear entrance. Marine could feel it moving inside her, burrowing its huge mass through her intestines. She felt the tentacle stop moving but the pain was still agonizing as she felt it begin to pulse. Marine felt like her skin was being torn off as the tentacle covering her pussy removed itself before shoving its way inside. Unlike the previous tentacle, however, this one had no intention of traveling as it started pulsating immediately before pulling part way out and then shoving deeper in. The tentacle in her ass began to mimic this motion, pulling out and shoving in as well, both tentacles never fully leaving or fully entering as far as they could. The other tentacles on the outside of her body began pulling or harshly squeezing or both. Marine's voice was growing weak but still she screamed as she was violently raped.  Marine's holes were continuously stretched and eventually ripped. The tentacle on her right arm pulled too hard and she felt her shoulder separate. Marine's screaming went nearly silent as her vocal chords tore, she could taste blood as she began to cough. A tenth and final tentacle slithered up Marine's body and entered her mouth, pulsing and thrusting just as the two before it as it entered her throat. The life started to fade from behind Marine's eyes as she stopped struggling, surrendering herself to the torture. "Welcome home." Ina's voice whispered inside her head as both Ina and Marine descended into the cavern.