The response from your mother is instantaneous; a terrified gasp, followed by a set of pats to her stomach. "In here... There's... something inside me...." She went into a sitting position, panting slightly; you could sense the extra oxygen intake from your prison of meaty fat around. It's an altogether bizarre sensation, but you're relieved to be noticing something, in this bizarre chamber where your field of view is limited. Once again, you can see Marie's face, past the grey top, with a twinge of confusion in her gargantuan features. She's leaning over to check for what the source of her discomfort could be.

Despite the pain, you flex with all your might to try and get her attention... "It's me, mom. I used this transformation app..."

"Oh! Goodness, it - it couldn't be! I was wondering where you were...! I'm so sorry..." She covers her face with her hands, quietly holding back tears at what she's done.

"We can still fix it... I know we can, mom." You try and reassure her. If you had arms, you'd want to hold her reassuringly.

"Right! In fact, if I start exercising now - that could just wear you out, right?"

"It's worth a shot..."

You're hesitant, but it's hard to know how that mysterious device works - especially on tissue that's part of someone else.

Your mother begins a sit-up session. Up, down... You're crunched tightly into the knees in yoga pants, and then flung back down. Bits of sweat drip over your immobile form. You can feel puffs of oxygen fill you; before the other abdominal muscles crush you inwards. A burning sensation licks at you, like you're a candle's wax melting apart.

"It's..." You want to call out in pain, but you can't deny the progress. "I think it's working!"

Your mom pants, with a little laughter despite herself - it makes your shape bounce around. "Harder, then!"

She puts her full body into it. Each crunch compresses you tightly for an excruciating long time; and you're only given enough relief to make sure the pain is never numbed, before another sit-up begins. Marie's an active woman, to your dismay. But even she's started to get exhausted. As the boiling feeling within continues, it's hard to focus...

The message blazes in red, a warning siren in your brain: "Warning! Heavy heat and pressure. Take caution or prepare for disconnection..."