Can't You Take a Poke? Escape from Giantess Dungeon! chapter 8 by SuperKirby

"How utterly strange..." Alvet muses as you continue to thrash and squirm within her amazonian abdominal muscles. "Thou hath been completely dissolved in my stomach, yet I still feel thee! Can thou feel...this?"

Her curiosity piqued, the warrior woman gives your spot on her belly a rough prod with two fingers. The sensation is indescribably peculiar to her, but massively uncomfortable to you. It's almost as though the digits are jabbing your torso in the worst possible way! ...then again, Alvet has already digested your body, so it's more of a phantom feeling that you're experiencing. You wriggle about with more strength, attempting to convey your displeasure to your current host.

"Hm?" Upon realizing why you're squirming so much inside of her, Alvet blushes. "Oh! My apologies, little one. As soon as I escape this hellish labyrinth, I will find a way to assist thee in escaping my abdomen! Barbarian's honor."

Your heart lifts at the thought of being freed from your muscular prison and restored to normal...wait, barbarian's honor? Is that even a thing? Well, you don't really have much of a say in that matter, being stuck as a sentient lump of belly fat. Your fate rests in Alvet's hands now - or rather, her tummy.