When Claire turned off the exercise music, Blake knew that she was going to go and have her breakfast. Sure enough, the giantess of a mother made her way into the kitchen. Blake knew that he had to act fast, so he cast a quick wind spell to carry him up and onto the table. A moment after he landed, an unaware Claire placed an empty bowl right next to him and started pouring cereal into the bowl. When Blake looked at her, all he saw was that toned, sweaty abdomen rumbling with hunger.

"Quiet, you," Claire said to her growling belly as she put a hand on it. While she went to get the milk, Blake sprung into action. He jumped as high as he could, grabbed the edge of the bowl, and pulled himself up. Before him was a pool of milk with so much cereal in it that some of it hadn't even landed in the milk!

"Wow, mom, you must be really hungry," Blake muttered to himself as he clambered over the edge and faceplanted on a dry piece of cereal. When he picked himself up, he saw Claire take a seat at the table and get ready to eat. Perfect! Now that he was in position, all he had to do was get his hungry mom's attention.

At first, Blake tried waving his arms. Unfortunately, Claire wasn't looking in the cereal bowl as she scooped up spoonfuls of her breakfast. The tiny boy watched in a mixture of frustration and fascination as his mother kept ignoring him in favour of filling up her belly. She chewed and crunched up mouthful after mouthful, her cheeks puffing out and her lips and jaw moving rhythmically as she did so. Each time she swallowed, a big lump appeared briefly in her throat before sinking into the depths of her body.

While Blake was staring at his mother, the piece of cereal he was on tumbled forward and he fell into the milk! He splashed furiously to try to stay afloat when he suddenly felt himself being lifted by some kind of curved metal plate. Wait a minute, that was Claire's spoon! Blake looked around quickly and, as he feared, he and several soggy pieces of cereal were being brought to his mom's gaping maw. As he got closer, the smell of her morning breath got stronger. He had to do something to get her attention now or he would be taking a one-way trip into her belly! The only thing he could think to do was yell.

"MOM! DON'T EAT ME!"