Comet Crashing Down

Comet Crashing Down - Or, The Telltale Blake Heart

(Based off characters by SuperKirby)

*12:11*

It was years now. Throughout early grades, and into high school, Blake Heart faced a stream of bullies - his awkward demeanor, lean body, and thick glasses all proving easy targets. Of course, he had friends who stood up for him; both within his class and his family. And his dabbling in magic helped keep him from real danger.

But as other threats and tormentors backed off, or grew bored with watching him squirm, *she* was always there. The 5'7" nightmare in a purple T-Shirt and jean shorts, with blue eyes blaring, and a sickeningly sweet smile traversing her soft cheeks. Like every noon, she stared him down as he left class, her arms crossed, awaiting for her favorite victim to enter. Her purple sneaker rubbed his locker, brushing gunk on it. Blake's bully, like always, leaned in...

"Piiip-squeak!" Nora's voice was singsong and confident, ringing through the nearly-empty halls. "You're freaking late. Where's that burrito, huh?" She dove in suddenly, grabbing his black shirt by the collar. Despite her slightly-pudgy frame, there was enough strength in that one arm to make him wince. "You want me to starve?"

Another typical, nightmarish lunch hour beginning for Blake and Nora. Except today, there was something different in the air - an alarming stillness.

Blake's shoulders tensed. He wiped the bully's spittle off his specks, cringing. "You... Can buy it yourself." He pulled a sickly green mixture from his pocket, fingertips brushing the surface. His eyes darted left and right, before daring to meet hers.

With furrowed brows, Nora swung her arm back - pinning him against the rough, metal lockers. Her shoe slammed into the tiled floor. "Come on, *buddy*." Her clean, white teeth flashed in the ceiling lights; mouth close enough to fog up his glasses. "Think of all the times we've spent together. Like when I spotted you with those guys in cloaks, and you made me promise not to tell anyone." A rare witness to a secret mage's gathering, the girl had perfect blackmail material on him. Not that she needed much - she easily overpowered him, as she loved to demonstrate. With little ceremony, she lifted her t-shirt, and slammed his ear to her plump tummy. "Now, listen to my poor stomach, squirt. You've made me even hungrier; so that's a burrito and a hamburger now, *please and thank you*."

Taking a deep breath, Blake shivered, bit his lip, and pushed back. "No." He stood up taller than ever before.

Nora kept smiling, batting her eyelashes. "What'd your counselor tell you this time?"

"I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you pushing me around!" His voice was quaking, but his eyes didn't flinch. In a single swig, he gulped down the potion in his hand - some of it spilling on his shirt. He'd made this magical mixture to grow stronger and protect himself. Instantly, he felt incredible strength filling every muscle, surfing over the waves of his being. The mage broke free from Nora's tight hold; watching horror fill her eyes.

"The-the hell?" Her fingers were like twigs; then, gelatin, dropping down in shock.

Blake beamed in contentment. Finally seeing that look of terror across her face was a sweet revenge for years of abuse. But in his pride, he didn't notice: something else was making Nora stand back in shock.

"Squirt..." She gulped. "You're shrinking?"

His blood ran cold.

Around him, the lockers and ceiling lights stretched higher, taller. Below, the floor tiles spread further, growing wider than his feet together; longer than a man lying down; until each tile was large enough to fit an entire classroom in it. He gasped, grabbing his hair and nearly tearing it out. The boy's pale face turned green, mind rushing to comprehend the sudden shift in scale. What had he done wrong with the potion? Had he missed an ingredient, misspoken a word? Did the universe just hate him? Right in front of him, as he wobbled and blenched -

*BOOM!*

...The dirty rubber sole of a massive, mighty sneaker descended, sending dust sediments flying. He instinctively fell to his knees, shrunken glasses dropping from his nose. After putting them back on, he instantly wished he hadn't: Nora's wrinkled hand filled his vision, reaching down for him. He dove aside, trying to escape its grip -

*CLENCH*

... only to land in the bully's other hand. "Gotcha, little sneak!"

"N-No! Help-HRGHK!"

Her fingers, each a monster in their own right, grabbed him tight. The plump phalanges squeezed every bit of wind from his minuscule lungs, and drowned the world in a sweaty, fleshy darkness. Pulsating wrinkles and folds tossed his face around. She lifted him roughly, like an elevator moving at supersonic speeds. When he reached the apex of the accent, at least 200 feet off the ground, Nora released her thumb, letting his head free. Not a second passed before she slammed it onto his head, flicking it up to meet her eyes. It was like she was tapping the head of a ballpoint pen, held in her inescapable grasp.

"Well!" Nora's ravenous smile returned, her laughter rattling Blake from his minuscule head to his entrapped soles. "What were you saying earlier?"

He couldn't speak. He could barely even think. The vast landscape of skin before him, shifting with each breath - that was Nora's face. The vice grip keeping him from moving - that was Nora's giant hand. And that gaping, open cavern of dark red and pink, filled with musty air that fogged his glasses - that was Nora's mouth. It was mind-boggling; he'd just shrunk himself into the hands of the worst person possible.

"Come on, spit it out!" She shook him up and down, forcing her hand into a fist. He was ready to hurl. His face went red from lack of oxygen; and his eyes bulged from the intense pressure. No matter how hard he pushed back, the monolith of a hand kept him in place.

Blake started sobbing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Y-you're hurting me!"

The pudgy girl laughed in his face. "That's the idea! Look at you." With a little flick, she let go - and left Blake dangling in midair, his shirt collar perched on her index finger. "You never could fight back. Always a puny little wimp... I barely see any difference!" Looking him directly in the face, daring him to move any more, she picked her nose. A simple flick of her middle finger sent the booger rocketing into his face, hitting him like a rock.

"Ow!" Blake groaned, rubbing the impact point. He felt ready to fall at any second - become a small splat on the tile.

Nora's eyes narrowed as her cheeks curled up. "Can't even defend yourself from a nose nugget! How does it feel making yourself the shrimpiest guy in history?" Her gloating rang through his ears, add she leaned closer.

The more he felt her presence fill him, the more Blake shook; and the more he shook, the closer he came to falling off the finger he was so precariously perched on. "I just wanna... I just wanna start this day all over..." He held his tiny hands together, pleading. "I-I'll get you food, I promise..."

"Like heck you will!" With a curl of her index, Nora let her minuscule captive loose. He tumbled through the sky, screaming, passing the immense fabrics of his bully's T-shirt - until her other hand caught him, right above the torn seam of her blue shorts. He caught his breath, leaning into the platform of skin below. Right next to him, the most sickening rumble erupted from her gut.

*ggglOORtt*

Nora rubbed her lip coyly, and forced him closer to the belly. "In fact, I've gotten a bit hungrier. That sounds like my belly needs a burrito, hamburger, and a nerd." In approval, her belly grumbled once more, the acids sloshing deep within.

His heart sunk into the surface. From green, to red, he now turned absolutely pale. The plush surface sunk under his thin arms, allowing him to feel the vibrations coming from within. No. She was just joking, right? This was just a way to get a rise from him, watch him squirm... Wasn't it?

*12:43*

Cafeteria plates slid back and forth. Students shuffled off between rooms, or out of the building, having eaten their fills and chatted about everything new that Thursday. Most students, that was.

In her own little spot, off to the side, Nora sat alone. Well, not entirely alone; but any onlookers would have no idea. They'd never think to look closer at the little thing that the girl jammed in her wrap; or think twice about the squeaks that stopped when she doused it in sauce. Especially not when she half-winked, half-glared at anyone coming close.

"Say hello!" With a whisper, the dark-haired girl brought her phone in front of him. The "recording" symbol flashed. Within the screen, he saw himself - but barely recognized himself, under layers of meat, lettuce, and gooey cheese. No matter how much he wiggled in protest, the weight of the foodstuffs was too much for his tiny limbs to overcome; especially with the titanic hand squeezing down on the wheat ceiling.

He was officially an ingredient in Nora's burrito!

The bully poked his head, slamming it into a pile of receding meat. "Alright, I'm starving. Can't wait any longer for my Blake burrito!" With an exaggerated "aaaah," she opened her mouth to a gaping cavern. Each sharp tooth glistened with saliva, strands connecting to her tongue in a silky weave. Sudden shifts in gravity tormented Blake as she pulled her dish up into the air, high above its destination. Closer and closer, she pulled it, until his glasses were fogged with her warm, sticky breath. And darkness surrounded him as her soft lips clamped shut...

*CHOMP*

"Gyah!"

Blake's heart stopped, but his head was pounding. Her mouth bit a gigantic chunk of burrito right beside him - grazing his left arm. Massive pink masses taunted him with a sly smile. As she tore her face back, separating strands of meat with a harsh rip, she left unbelievably huge bite marks in the soft meal. Her phone kept pointed to the meal proper, recording every detail of horror and agony crossing Blake's face.

That could have been him in there.

She chewed in wide, open chomps, teasing Blake with the sight of her tongue effortlessly tossing food around her mouth. Each new bite drilled deep into him. And one by one, the messy, unrecognizable chunks of foodstuff tumbled her throat. At the end, she bore her tongue out, and licked over crumbs on her soft lips - to show how entirely inescapable her maw was. For the first time, he felt empathetic towards a burrito.

He pounded the side of the meal, trying to push the blankets of lettuce off. "No! D-don't, please! Help!"

Nora licked her wrap, silencing his shouts; and forcing tons of wet drool across his face, and engulfing it in softness. "You're awfully raw meat, aren't you?" With another bite, she chewed the meal around his right side. Between bites, she spat out: "Don't squirm, you'll get your turn! I know you can't wait to visit the cozy, scenic Nora's Stomach!" Between slurping up gigantic strands of vegetables, she stroked under her shirt, preparing it for its incoming snack.

Blake shook his head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening! He should've finally overcome her, stopped her from tormenting him... but now, he was heading right past her lips, and over her gums. Into her open mouth, Nora slowly lowered him in, preparing for the next bite. His mind raced with ways to escape; he cast a wind spell, a fire spell, a water spell, but all of them simply fizzled into the muscular, pulsating walls of her mouth. Light diminished, as the rows of perfect, even teeth closed down on the wrap.

*SCRUNCH*

Behind him, the horrific wet noise indicated: the teeth separated the boy's piece of food from the rest of the burrito. He was now at the mercy of Nora's fierce maw.

*CHOMP*

He barely moved his hand away from an incoming molar. It chewed into a meaty chunk, spraying liquid in his face. Soon, the carpet of a tongue flipped under him, moving him to the opposite side of the mouth...

*CHOMP*

An echo of her chuckles rang out from below. Bits of food rained over Blake's back, dripping off her teeth in a mix with her saliva. Finally, she'd chewed enough of the food to free his hands. He slammed them against the wall of teeth, but didn't even dent it. And soon, the tip of her tongue flipped him onto his stomach, lathering him with even more of the wet saliva mixture. And soon, the agile muscle suplexed him, slamming him into a sharp canine tooth...

*CHOMP*

Thankfully, the spell had at least some strengthening effect on his tiny body; otherwise, it would be split in two by the force of Nora's teeth. They ground him in circles; despite being unable to see her face, he could sense vitriol rushing through each harsh motion. The white ceiling and floor compacted, compressing him, mangling him into a tiny ball with bits of off-white wheat. The strong odors of food, constant inhaling noises, and pitch darkness disoriented Blake further; he couldn't tell what was her slimy tongue, and what was her smiling cheeks.

Finally, after lathering itself around him constantly, the tongue finally rolled him over, tilting back. Nora opened her mouth wide, letting one last ray of the cell phone's light shine down her gullet; before holding it up, letting her prey slide in. He reached up, gripping to the slithering taste buds for support; but the thick layer of liquid covering it offered little friction, making the surface smooth and unsteady. The phone disappeared, its terminal gleam bouncing off her dangling uvula, before the bully's throat welcomed Blake into its depths.

*SPLOSH*

Nora felt a lump traverse her throat, as she licked her lips. It wiggled, squirmed, and fought; but one long, hard gulp spelled the end of its struggles. Making sure nobody was around, she discretely rubbed her stomach. "Hmph. Wasn't even that filling." She patted it, feeling its contents jostle. "Yeah, I've got room for more."

After a set of muscles tightly masticated him, Blake fell through an aperture - landing in something moist and soft. Cheese. His shaking hands lifted, trying to wipe the heavy foodstuff off; but only succeeded in lathering himself with the gloop. Letting out a groan of disgust, he cast a light spell to regain a sense of his surroundings.

Dimly, organic walls drifted into his view. Pulsating masses of reddish, veiny meat, moving with every omnipresent beat of her cold heart. Light, sickly-green pools of liquid were forming by his sneakers; he pulled them back in alarm, clinging into a fetal position. Above him, splashing noises rang out anew; a huge stream of chewed-up food collapsed at his lap, still warm and sticky. No matter where he looked, constant movement from the digestive muscles filled his sights, and rocked his body. He was truly, entirely, within that belly - the chubby, soft tummy of the girl who he'd met every lunch before...

...Now closer than ever to it.

*1:53*

The gym period was drawing to a close. Constant running had jostled Blake up and down, like a little bouncy ball, within the confines of Nora's bowels. By now, there wasn't any part of him that wasn't covered with mushy, partly-digested food.

With a long breath, filling his lungs with the humid miasma, Blake focused - trying to move his mind away from the rolling meat and vegetables, away from the taunting laughter and outside footsteps. He channeled every ounce of his power into an explosive blast of searing magical energy...

*Fwoosh---*

...Which simply collided against her stomach wall, and back into his face. The force slammed him into a blob of pink tissue, where he lay panting for a few seconds. He gasped in heavy air. Nora's own heavy panting drowned the slams outside, the winds stronger than any spell the tiny mage could cast. And the ground around him would be oddly soft, were it not for how gross the situation was; the tissue stretched to accommodate his body, folding around his arms.

A sudden burst tossed him up. Nora had punched her gut. Only an hour in, and he was starting to recognize what shakes meant what. He could almost identify the other girls she was bumping into. Her voice, even as a whisper, boomed in his ears:

"Geez, how long'll it be before you stop squirming? You're a pest even when you're a snack..."

*3:13*

Nobody was looking. Ms. Solar's head was down. From her seat in the back, the girl in purple had safety. She pulled her next gummy candy out, and plopped it in her mouth, sucking it on the way down.

*Plop*

Yet another sugary treat slithered into the stomach, further cramping Blake's quarters. He was practically buried under the mushy, saliva-coated snacks. It didn't help that Nora only chewed them briefly, covertly, to avoid notice. The masses of chips and soda she chomped down earlier were less weighty, at least. This sticky substance clung to his arms, weighing them down until he could barely distinguish them from the goopy acids. And the fruity odor pervaded his nostrils, mingling with the salty, savory musk already floating around.

He knew, in the back of his head, voices screamed at him to get out. Again and again, his mind rolled with possible ways out. But being so thoroughly covered with masses of foodstuff, and jostled with belly slaps every time he flinched, was starting to weigh down on his flesh, as willing as his spirit was.

Looking for support, he clung on top of the gummy hill. Half-conscious, looking for something to fuel him, he grabbed a corner - and bit into it. Gallons of Nora's drool entered his mouth, making him squeal in disgust; but still, he took another bite.

Taking a deep breath, and running his fingers together, he channeled his energy into another spell: "Wind!"

*UUUurp*

Nora covered her mouth, shocked at the huge belch - though not a little proud. Instantly, the teacher turned to her, stepping towards her desk. She held a knowing hand out, staring the dark-haired girl down.

With a grumble, Nora handed Ms. Solar her pack of gummy candies. As the latter strutted back to her desk, she continued the lecture: "Now, in Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart', the narrator keeps hearing a thumping from the floorboards. This eventually -"

The built noticed something on her tongue that she'd coughed up. Spitting in her hand, she found a pair of ting glasses. The last trace of the little nerd. Squeezing a bit of flab, Nora whispered: "Can't you keep it down in there?"

The stomach walls bounced around Blake, tossing him back into the acidic sea.

*4:20*

The school bus' motor lightly jostled Nora from her nap. As the events of the day rushed through her head, she folded her outstretched legs back in. Today, she'd scared off enough people to have a whole two seats to herself; and lay there, dozing off, fiddling with her phone. She replayed the recording of Blake's descent into her gullet, staring with disinterest at his sauce-covered thrashing. It was almost kinda silly; compared to him, her tongue looked like a destructive monster from a special effects film.

In curiosity, she poked her stomach - and found little response. A scowl crossed her face. She eyed the tiny spectacles, before stuffing them back into her pants pocket. "Guess that's the end of the little dweeb... So long, Blake." She took a sip from a water bottle in his memory, chuckling to herself.

Within, the vegetables and snacks from earlier had digested some time ago; all that was left for the water to douse was the remains of meat. Between waking and sleeping, between heart-throbbing fear and monk-like detachment, Blake floated on the murky rivers. Lifting his arm to react felt like too much trouble; and besides, this spot was warm. Warm and comfortable. Flashes of Aria's face, and his sister's, floated through his head - ultimately sinking into the depths. The distinction between what was part of her intestinal walls and what was food grew dim; in fact, he wasn't even sure where his own arms ended, and where the pink, wobbling villi began. He didn't even really care. After such a long time fighting, the best thing to do might be resting, regaining his stamina.

...No, terrible idea! He had to climb out - swim out - fly out... stop the waters from pushing him forward, deeper into the pounds of her heart, into her quiet breaths...

...deeper...

Stop... moving...

The world went still.

At once, what remained of his body lifted up into the sky.

The bus had reached its destination. Nora tossed herself up, trotting to the door.

*11:43*

"Mmhmm... T's sofft...ss"

Blake awoke to the sound of his captor snoring. It was still dark and wet; but tighter than usual, like someone squeezed his body into a can of sardines. He reached out, trying to feel around - nothing. Even when he felt for his own chest, or tried to rub his eyes, there was only an empty mass. Yet, constant pressure tormented him from every side. A thin tickling sensation crossed him as air left Nora's mouth - almost like a layer of cotton.

"Nnm..." She mumbled. "...Mom, n-noh... Not hungry..."

Confused, he mumbled an illumination spell; nothing. With a moment to restore his energy, he breathed in - the surrounding air was surprisingly clean, though it didn't feel like he was keeping much in his system. He cast a greater vision spell, to have an X-ray view of his surroundings.

Abdominal muscle, shifting slowly.

Purple pyjamas with spots.

A large comforter on a bed.

And Nora, with her eyes shut gently, sprawled out on her bed.

He'd been fully digested; his spirit was now embedded within Nora's belly muscles!

"Mmh..." The titan snoozed. "Squish... D-dweeb..."

Panic took him instantly, as he screamed mouthlessly for help. He thrashed around, but that only succeeded in making the rest of her abs squash him in response. There was barely any room to move. He kicked out with nonexistent legs, anything he could do to maneuver out of her gut.

"Tickles..." Nora's heart pounded faster as she slept, drumming in the boy's mind. He sobbed quietly. What a cruel mercy - to not only die, but to be bound invariably from the girl who had it in for him! He shivered at the thought of her next swipe, at how she could go about with her favorite victim right there on her body. Why couldn't he have just died?

The girl turned over on her stomach, flattening him into the cushion. As his terror subsided, he realized: she was gasping, too. Her great arms stretched out in swipes, as if swimming. In her sleep, the bully moaned: "No... No, don't, don't go... stupid... I love you... I loved you, you idiot... mmhm. Don't leave me... alone... ah..." Connected so closely to her, and jostled by her every action, he could feel a small tear falling down her cheek.

What? Was she having a bad dream? Something about... someone leaving her?

*7:12*

Silently, Nora had gone through her routine. Shower water had splashed across Blake's spot on her abs. She sped through breakfast, sending more globs of proteins to join him. And now, she stood up. The whole time, the absorbed bit remained silent. How could she notice him; and further, why would he even want her to know about his presence? It was better to stay under, until he could find a way to escape.

The buzz of her phone kept Blake alert; she was watching something on it. First, the familiar replay of his descent into her. Then, an instructional video for some type of dance. Her mumble made him tremble: "This'll get him going, no matter how deep he is..."

Instantly, Blake felt the tight muscles jerk to the side. They compacted him, squeezing his entire being into a tiny spot. She wobbled one more. Again, the mass of other tissue squeezed him hopelessly. Up and down. Her sways and thrusts followed a steady rhythm. His form flopped across the field of abdomen, steadily vibrating to the beat. And despite feeling some motion below, most of her dancing focussed on her stomach.

Blake realized: he was caught in a belly dance. For such a bulky frame, the bully was surpassing swift - elegant, he dared say. After getting used to the constant pushes, it was almost like he was moving in coordination with her. The warm sensation of fat burning up was oddly comforting. He felt as if endorphins were racing through his own head.

"Enjoying it in there?" Nora laughed. She paused. "...Idiot, he can't even hear you..."

As a matter of fact, despite the cramped surroundings, Blake was having a bit of fun seeing her through this routine.

*9:34*

"So, I guess Blake's sick?"

"Like, he left class late."

"Nora sent me this video - "

" - no way, gotta be faked."

Through the first period, Nora didn't push anyone around. She slumped in her seat, focusing on Ms. Solar's lesson. Blake could only pick up bits of gossip from the periphery; nobody was close to her, and she didn't approach anyone.

Maybe if he moved enough, he'd gain someone's attention. He pushed against the internal walls, rubbing against hard bits of toned tissue.

Nothing. She brushed her hand idly on her stomach.

The loose sounds stirred the incorporeal boy even more. He jostled the surrounding area, building up strength, and slammed with nonexistent limbs. The slick surface bounced him back.

Nora's breaths paused for a moment, before resuming. She fiddled with the glasses in her pocket.

As a last resort, Blake cast his wind spell. It nearly propelled him out; but the hold that the skin and muscle had on him was too tight. He simply bounced back against her old purple T-shirt, pulled deep in again. Even knowing air meant nothing, he panted in exhaustion. Nothing was left of him; it was all the bully's bowels.

Nora clenched a fist to her chest.

*12:00*

Nora stood by the same locker, rubbing her sneakers over each other.

Blake slammed within her gut.

*12:05*

Every second, the thump of her heart became louder.

Blake pondered his strategy.

*12:10*

She glared down everyone passing, and stood with shaking legs.

With nothing left, Blake resolved to give up, let himself lie peacefully in her belly...

*12:11*

Nora darted to the bathroom. She practically threw herself into the sink, jamming it deep into her stomach.

"Argh! I can't take it! Why won't the thumping stop!" She tore her dark hair at its roots. With a vision spell, Blake could see her in the mirror - with her pupils small and bulging, her mouth outstretched. "I didn't wanna KILL that nerd! Who am I supposed to push around now? Urgh, that thumping in my stomach - that dumb, idiotic little thumping! Can't anyone hear it? Why can't I get him back?"

Blake paused his thoughts, enduring the harsh pressure applied on him. Her arms slammed hopelessly into the wall again and again. He started to realize: it was him. The person in her dreams leaving her, the guy making her crazy...

...His revenge wasn't nearly as fun as he'd hoped. If anything, she needed an explanation. With only brief hesitation, Blake recited his limited-range telepathy spell.

"...Nora..." He coughed.

Back outside, the girl continued to slam her fist in the wall. "Dummy! I can still hear him thumping!..."

With increased vigour, Blake pushed against the wall of pink, letting it engulf his body in a tense, choking pressure. "Nora! I'm here!" He pushed more. "In your belly muscle - your abdomen!"

In a long, slow breath, which filled the room around him with air, Nora stopped. She glared in the mirror, lifting her shirt. "...My head is fucking with me..." She poked his spot, muffling him in the moving pink. "This some kinda dumb magic trick again? If you're really there, then... Wiggle around again. Make that ticklish little bump."

As requested, the absorbed boy rocked back and forth. From outside, it would look simply as if Nora was flexing; but indeed, it was a boy bound to her, squirming with all his might.

She held a hand over his spot, transferring its warmth over him...

...Then punched it, pushing him deep into her gut. "Loser! That's for making me worry!" Blake was fully compressed by the rough blow - it obviously pained the bully, too, with the force she put behind it Slowly, mocking laughter erupted from within her - followed by happy laughter. Bright, relieved chuckles that jiggled the boy up and down, massaging him with vibrations - and loosening the muscles surrounding.

*Weekend*

Nora admired the piercing she got on her torso. A little ring, poking right through Blake's spot on her navel - keeping him in place. Once alone in her room, she whispered: "This cost a whole bunch of lunch money. You're gonna have to pay me for this."

He sighed happily. "Yeah, I know. Thanks." Even if this was bullying, she went to such huge lengths for his attention. It was sorta sweet. With time, and a bit of magic, he was able to get comfortable in his spot on her body. After all, it wasn't like he could leave any time soon.

From around him, the girl's familiar voice rang out: "Hey, don't doze off in there! If you become fat tissue, I'm just gonna burn you up." With a few pokes, she got him moving again. He used his mage vision to realize: she was standing in front of a medicine ball, poised straight. "Now, time for our workout session, gut boy! As long as you're in my belly, you'd better put your part in!" She slammed into the huge orb and stretched, pulling Blake like spaghetti. It was a slow, vibration sensation that massaged him from head to toe.

"Gotcha, Nora!" Blake wobbled, doing his best to move with her rhythms. In this pose, his tight little spot in her bowels felt very, very roomy and comfortable.

*...rumble...*

A low murmur rattled him. Nora's heart rushed. "Okay, a burrito and burger, but only after this next set..."

END