From your current location, it's difficult for you to see the outside world (which, at the moment, is only this depressing dungeon cell). You can't seem to move very much, and your attempts to do so amount to faint jiggles in the tight flesh of your prison. A deep rumble stops you cold, followed by perhaps the LAST sound you wanted to hear...
FRRRRT!
"Whew, that was a BIG one!" That sounds like Olibe's voice. "Dunno if you're still alive in me, little fella, but hopefully ya didn't have to smell that! Goblins are gassy by nature, y'see..."
Ugh, it looks like your fairy body has been completely digested in Olibe's stomach and converted into a thin layer of fat on her butt. And that noxious sound she'd made...was her breaking wind! Well...at least you aren't able to smell the awful, gaseous results of the goblin's natural processes.
Wait a minute, why are you even thinking about things like that? You've got to brainstorm a way out of here! Maybe you still have enough of your pixie magic left to turn yourself back to normal --
An abrupt SQUEEZE to Olibe's ass cheeks disrupts your concentration. "Ey, ya ARE still around! I THINK ya are, anyway. Hope ya ain't too cramped in there with the stench, poor thing!"
The rogue's teasing drives you to wobble some more in embarrassment. But how are you supposed to break free from the confines of Olibe's behind?