Into the Vanessaverse

Kimmy was in dire need of a break. Between work, her social life, and other obligations, she had been run-down entirely, her internal battery completely drained. To be able to turn off and not think for a little while would have been perfect.

Fortunately for her, that exact opportunity was available.

It was a new business, she had learned, upon receiving the flyer in her mailbox one day. “Spa ‘n Ramen”, it was called. From the sound of it, and from the enclosed photos, it was a combination sauna and restaurant akin to traditional Japanese experiences. It looked pricy, and in normal circumstances Kimmy wouldn’t have been able to afford it. The flyer, however, advertised a free session and meal-no doubt a good way to draw in clientele purely from word-of-mouth.

She smiled. This would be perfect.

The next day off she was given from her job, she took a trip to the enclosed address. The redhead examined the building, admiring the architecture. Whoever ran the business clearly had committed to the theme, looking like an older, authentic bath house. Even the wood was freshly polished, likely imported. No expenses were spared, it seemed.

She did have to wonder, however, how exactly such a business formed. Not in terms of quality, but of time. Kimmy was fairly certain that, for all the trips she had made down this stretch of road, she had never seen this Spa ‘n Ramen under construction. Not once. In fact, just last week she was pretty sure this entire lot was completely vacant.

Kimmy, however, didn’t care much. Mystery or not, she came to relax, not to think.

Walking through the front doors, Kimmy was met with the dual sensation of soothing heat met with the warm, delicious scent of freshly-prepared ramen, each in different directions of the building. Directly in front of her was the reception desk, where a woman dressed in a kimono waited patiently. She gave a bow as Kimmy approached.

“Welcome,” she greeted. “And welcome to Spa ‘n Ramen, the world’s most premiere relaxation mecca.”

“Thank you,” Kimmy said. Maybe the lady’s pitch was overselling it, considering the spa didn’t hit anyone’s radar until just last week. Still, there was something…familiar about her. Maybe it was the dark hair with the red streak? It certainly gave her a sense of deja vu…

The woman noticed the flyer in Kimmy’s hands, smiling. “Ah, you’re here for the promotional session,” she noted. “Excellent, thank you for coming. My name is Vanessa, and I shall be your host for the evening.”

“That’s great and all, but…” Kimmy said. Even as she handed over the paper, she looked around. It was just herself and Vanessa. “Is there no one else? No employees?”

“I’m all that’s needed,” Vanessa smiled knowingly.

“And the customers?”

“They have all been served for the day,” Vanessa said. “You’ll be taking on our deluxe package, complimentary of course. We wished for your utmost privacy in doing so.”

“Alright,” Kimmy said. She didn’t bother to argue, especially on how what Vanessa said didn’t make much sense, seeing as Kimmy did not schedule the appointment-she was a walk-in. Truthfully, she did recognize a lot of red flags in this whole event, things that added up to have her question everything the spa offered. Another part of her simply didn’t care too much. She desperately needed a rest, no matter what happened.

Vanessa gestured gracefully towards the spa half of the facility. “If you’ll just follow me,” she encouraged her guest. “We can begin your treatment.”

Kimmy walked just behind her benefactor, equally curious and apprehensive. They strolled into the spa, Kimmy surprised at what she had seen. There were several jacuzzi-esque pools, each one visibly letting off thick steam from the sheer heat. Particularly unique were their designs, shaped like painted ramen bowls.

“It was a fun little addition,” Vanessa noted with a smile. “A way of making the experience truly ours.”

“They do look cute,” Kimmy admitted. They certainly were finely crafted, almost like they were actual ceramic bowls fresh out of the kiln and painted over. She could feel the heat already against her skin, the warmth soothing for her pores and heavily tantalizing. Yet Vanessa led her past them, towards another set of doors beyond.

“Over here is our massage section and changing room,” Vanessa explained, gently addressing the doors. “If you could please disrobe entirely, we can get started. Towels are, of course, optional.”

Kimmy blushed. “What, I can go completely bare?”

Vanessa gave a coy smile. “You have a reserved spa,” she said. “Feel free to unwind as you see fit. I shall meet you at the massage table when you are ready.”

She walked inside the room, Kimmy following briefly. The tables were there, at least six available for us. Vanessa stood by one, patiently. To Kimmy’s right were the changing rooms, also unoccupied, as well as towels on standby. She approached, contemplating what she would do. Yes, being completely nude in a public place would have been incredibly awkward, but if she were completely alone, with only another girl as her company…

She passed on the towel.

Once inside the dressing room, she quickly took the time to disrobe, tossing her top and pants to the side in a haphazard heap. She could see in the enclosed mirror her body, the exposed breasts and curves, and she blushed again. Nothing she hadn’t seen at home every night, granted, but it was a sight nonetheless. And she would be having all of it treated firmly yet delicately. No doubt she would be completely refreshed in minutes.

Once she finished preening in front of the mirror, Kimmy stepped out of the changing room, walking towards the waiting Vanessa. With a single motion, the host encouraged Kimmy to lay down on her chest-which she did, cautiously hoisting herself atop the table in order to get into position. She laid down slowly, feeling the cushion beneath her, followed by Vanessa’s hand atop her.

“You’re certainly in luck,” Vanessa giggled. “I’m certainly famed here for my massages. You’ll feel far less tense in no time.”

No sooner did she say those words did Kimmy give an audible gasp. The first bit of pressure was applied, the host’s hands dancing across her skin expertly. Each tug and nudge of her fingers was enough to cause her muscles to practically melt in her hands. Her gasp became a moan, much to her embarrassment. Yet Vanessa didn’t mind; she seemed amused at the affair.

“I get that a lot,” she said. “Goodness, so much stress on your body…Darling, thank goodness you came to me when you did. You’re well overdue to be pampered.”

Kimmy didn’t say much, too lost in her experience to provide a coherent response. Not that she needed to; her face did the speaking for her. A wide, pleased smile was plastered on, Kimmy’s knots detangling by the second. She hadn’t gone to many specialists in the past, but she knew full well that this session blew all of them out of the water. Her entire body was like putty under Vanessa’s talented hands. She truly was legitimate after all, it seemed.

Time seemed to pass slowly through her treatment, Vanessa kneading and squishing every part of Kimmy’s skin, shoulder to waist, feet and hands. No part of her was spared from relief, and every part of her tingled with delight.

Eventually Vanessa stepped away, dusting her hands. “That should do it,” she said. “And how do you feel, darling?”

Kimmy struggled to sit up again, nearly falling off of the massage table in the process. She felt incredible, really. The process made her so soft and pliable; it was a miracle she still had bones. She pressed a hand against the table, limbs wobbly, foisting herself off the surface and onto solid ground. She stumbled briefly, her legs taking a moment to properly acclimate themselves once more.

“Oh gosh, this feels amazing,” she said. “I haven’t felt this loose in months!”

“I’m glad,” Vanessa smiled. “It’s a pleasure knowing our clients are so satisfied with our work.” She paused, tapping her chin. “You know, we do offer lifetime passes here…”

Kimmy blinked. “You do?” she asked. The offer was certainly tempting, especially with her hectic lifestyle. Still, it was too early to fully judge. “I’ll keep it in mind, thank you.”

“But of course,” Vanessa said, giving another courteous bow. “Now that you’ve been properly kneaded, I’m sure you’d love to enjoy the entree of our three-course session.”

“With pleasure,” Kimmy agreed. “I know those baths are calling my name.”

With a laugh, Kimmy walked through the doors, back into the main bath hall. The bowl-shaped baths were still just as warm as when she passed by them half an hour prior. Now, with a limber body and a refreshed outlook, she felt more than ready to take a dip.

Or she did, at least until she stumbled briefly. She was caught by Vanessa, who helped lift her across the room to the nearest bath. Kimmy looked up, appreciative. “Thanks,” she said. “It’s really like my bones aren’t working right now…”

“Happens all the time,” Vanessa giggled. “Here you are.”

Vanessa set Kimmy against the bath proper, ensuring her guest was able to stay upright. Kimmy carefully grasped the rim with both hands. She twisted her body up and over, one foot foisted over the side, carefully dipping into the water gingerly. It certainly was warm, but far from unpleasant-the moment the water touched her skin, she felt refreshed further. Kimmy lifted her other leg, helping herself fully into the pool, slowly lowering herself so as to not overwhelm her body with heat.

“This is fantastic…” Kimmy moaned in delight. The boiling of water did wonders to her psyche, the rapid popping almost like a second massage. “I think all this was exactly what I needed.”

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Vanessa nodded. “Do enjoy yourself, darling. I’ll be back to check on your progress.”

She walked away, back towards the front doors. Kimmy was left to herself, in an empty room filled with nothing but the sound of bubbles forming in each bowl. It was all rather soothing. Kimmy leaned back against the pool, giving a happy sigh as she sunk in deeper, right up to her breasts. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth.

As she rested, she reflected on the experience so far. Unusual or not, this was clearly exactly what she needed. Kimmy had never felt more content prior, just able to sit and do nothing for an extended period of time. Plus, the promise of a good meal certainly helped sweeten the pot. She could practically smell the ramen as she rested. The delicious salty broth, the carefully crafted noodles, the vegetables and egg that practically cook themselves…

The scent grew stronger, and Kimmy opened her eyes, yet she didn’t see anything served yet, and Vanessa was still out of the room. Curious. With all the steam around, it would have been difficult if not impossible for a freshly-made ramen bowl to have its scent drift across the building as though it were right next to her. Right in front of her, even.

And was the water always this thick?

She looked down, noting how dark it had gotten under the surface. It was no longer the crystal-clear liquid she had first stepped into, but a golden brown baste that enveloped half of her. She couldn’t even see her legs through the murk now, the consistency too thick to see under. And the smell…It was exactly what she had envisioned when she thought of ramen broth.

Her nerves mounting, Kimmy tried to move her legs, to get out of the bath for a moment. Ideally it was just a part of the theming, allowing the intended bathers to swim in “broth”. As she tried to move, however, she found something missing entirely: her legs. Despite her best efforts, they wouldn’t move. Perhaps they couldn’t, merely asleep? Or perhaps they were gone?

She turned pale, as the broth continued to deepen. The numbness on her lower body was around her kneecaps, and…Yes, she could feel it. It was spreading, creeping up gradually. There was a tingling sensation across her knees, a sort of pins and needles sensation that permeated her very being. Just as quickly as it arrived, it vanished…and the feeling of her kneecaps with it.

To Kimmy’s surprise, the moment the tingling finished on her knees, two large mushrooms suddenly floated to the broth’s surface, bobbing up and down until they leveled out completely. Her eyes widened at the realization of just what they were, where they came from, and what they used to be. They were parts of her. The broth, the mushrooms, possibly more if she continued to remain seated in that bowl for one second longer.

The thought of impending ramenification now squarely on Kimmy’s mind, her first response would have been to run. But where? Her legs had vanished completely, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. Then the second thought was raised: did she want to? The tingling aside, these changes weren’t even painful. Soothing, even. Of course, the possibility of being eaten did concern Kimmy, but also intrigued her? It was certainly a complex thought.

For an experiment, she tried lifting her body out of the bowl, her hands pressing against the rim weakly. There was a light slapping noise in the process; she turned her head, seeing her hand trying to keep consistent. Even then she could see her arm splitting into dozens upon dozens of strands of noodles, their solidity rapidly eroding at the face of her future dinner rush.

She felt content at seeing this for herself, actually.

Gently she brushed her hair, trying to remain calm through her changes. Her sense of touch was fainter, but she could tell her hair certainly felt different as well, the same consistency as her arms in fact. She brushed some of her bangs across her eyes, seeing her once-red hair turning a light yellow, one of many strands of noodles she was becoming. The acceptance had hit fully by then, aware that she was changing far beyond a point of no return, that she had seen the warping for herself. There was no escape. She didn’t want to escape.

Her stomach felt bloated, the next creeping change happening beneath the broth water. It felt like it was inflating, yet softening all the while. She poked it idly, splashing some broth in the process, feeling the touch of her noodle hand against what felt like the soft exterior of a hard-boiled egg. Eventually her sensations ceased, and her suspicions were confirmed as half an egg rapidly popped out of the depths, struggling to keep upright before settling on resting yolk-side up.

There wasn’t much left of Kimmy that wasn’t turned to food, she noted silently. As she closed her eyes to accept the rest of the changes without a fight, the door opened once more, and she looked around again. Vanessa stepped inside again, this time having disrobed from the kimono she first wore, replaced with an elegant gothic attire. She really did seem familiar somehow, some way…More to the point, she seemed to have immensely grown in size, towering over Kimmy’s vantage.

“Ah good, you’ve made quite the progress, darling,” Vanessa remarked with a smile. “Forgive me for being coy about the process, but I know how ‘I shall turn you into ramen’ sounds on paper.”

Kimmy sputtered briefly; her mouth suddenly salty. She looked up to Vanessa in surprise and curiosity. “You got so big…” she said in awe.

Vanessa tittered in amusement. “No, darling, it was you that got small,” she explained. “Just look.”

Kimmy did as she was asked. It was true; the other bowls were far larger now, with Kimmy’s own bowl only about half the size. The ceiling looked so far away as to be her new sky. She was so fixated on her changes directly in front of her that she hadn’t noticed what had happened around her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked. It wasn’t sad or fearful, though. She just wanted closure, above all else.

Vanessa seemed surprised herself. “Why, that’s part of the treatment,” she explained. “A massage to knead you into the proper dough. A bath so you can boil and bake into the proper ramen bowl. And finally, a delicious meal.” She raised a finger, amused. “Not once did I lie about it.”

“So, you’re planning on eating me after all?” Kimmy asked. She was afraid-of course, the implications of being eaten would have certainly called for it-but there was a growing part of herself that felt the question was redundant. What else would someone do with food, after all? Least of all with something so tasty. “You did this with your other customers?”

“You’d be surprised just how soothing this whole process is,” Vanessa explained. “Becoming simple food, fulfilling a goal like being someone’s dinner. Then, poof, you wake up in bed like nothing happened, refreshed and refueled for what life throws at you.”

Before Kimmy could ask more questions, Vanessa snapped her fingers. “Almost forgot,” she said. “We can’t eat from such a giant bowl. Even if it’s smaller, I still need to carry you.”

Kimmy watched Vanessa as best as she could, the steam really getting to her head, and the smell the ramen was making-what SHE smelled like, rather-was overpowering. It looked like Vanessa was growing in size even more now, towering over her bit by bit. She knew that wasn’t the case, however. Vanessa wasn’t growing, but Kimmy was shrinking, as was her bowl bathtub. Everything was getting overwhelming once more, the world around her oppressive again.

Then she saw Vanessa’s gigantic hands reaching out as she bent down, scooping up the bowl delicately. Kimmy and her broth rocked a little, the water rippling, but the witch took special care in not spilling a single drop of her client. Kimmy, for her part, was somewhat soothed by Vanessa’s attention to detail, and the care she took in making sure she was otherwise safe through this incredibly weird metamorphosis. If she would recover upon being eaten, and nothing would be lost, then there was no pressure on her whatsoever. She could enjoy the ride without reservation. Plus, there was something trustworthy about this witch, a sort of sincerity beyond the mischief. As though she genuinely had Kimmy’s wellbeing in mind.

She felt her breasts begin to harden, breaking off gradually. They looked completely pale, with a purple spiral forming from the outer ring to the very center as they flattened into two large disks. These, too, began to fall off of her, gently splashing into the broth as two radishes. Or maybe onions? Kimmy couldn’t concentrate to decipher which one, and she didn’t really care. Thoughts of being eaten flowed through her, and she smiled at the future. She certainly hoped she was delicious.

Vanessa had carried Kimmy’s bowl into the dining area, equally as empty as the spa side. There were, however, multiple empty bowls nearby, each with a pair of chopsticks inside of them, remnants of past clients. She turned her head the best that she could, even as she could feel the last bits of her chest and head begin to tighten, her face splitting up into strands, one by one.

The witch sat down, a pair of chopsticks in her hand. She looked down at Kimmy, a sort of hunger in her eyes, a gentle grin on her face. She reached down, clicking the sticks in anticipation.

“To your good health,” she said, before gripping Kimmy’s head with the chopsticks.

She felt herself stretching upwards then, her body’s remaining consistency breaking apart entirely. There was scarcely any remaining trace of Kimmy’s identity within the block of noodles that made up her body. What remained were her eyes and mouth, slowly fading into herself and she allowed her vision to fade, an eager smile on her own face. It was happening, she would be eaten, she–

It became dark. Warm, too. She could feel Vanessa’s lips around her body, a light slurping noise as more of her was sucked into her benefactor’s gullet. Bit by bit, she disappeared. The noodles, the mushrooms, the egg and onions, all of it was swiftly swallowed. She even lifted the bowl, tipping it just enough to drain the brothy contents past her lips and down her throat.

Vanessa set the bowl down with a clunk, then idly tossed the chopsticks into the bowl. She wiped her face with a napkin, stifling a burp. “Delicious,” she said. “The finest meal today, even. Oh, I simply must invite you for another meal, darling.”

…

Kimmy’s eyes opened suddenly, and she sat upright. She looked around, heart beating fast. It slowed once she examined her surroundings, her bedroom and all her belongings untouched. She started patting her chest, feeling her pulse and checking her skin. Real flesh, real pulse.

Was it a dream?

It was all so vivid, really. The spa, the massage. Being turned into ramen, then shrunk down to be eaten by a kind witch. She could smell salt even now, she could FEEL the taste of spices on her lips, and the gentle embrace of the inside of a witch’s mouth. Yet here she was, like nothing happened, feeling like an immense weight was off of her shoulders. A dream from a long-overdue nap, then? A lucid dream maybe, but…

There, on the desk, something caught Kimmy’s eyes. She got out of bed, walking across the room to see what it was. Tickets, perhaps, of something she couldn’t recall. Something she knew she didn’t purchase.

SPA ‘N RAMEN
Lifetime VIP Pass

The same name of the parlor in her dream. Kimmy shook her head wildly. No, not a dream, after all. It was real. Everything she experienced; it was REAL.

Kimmy looked down again at the pass. She recalled what had happened, what she had become. How it made her feel, and how she felt now. A smile escaped her simply thinking about it.

Perhaps, she thought, she would book another session next week.

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