Alas, the spirits' powers did nothing to prevent Blake's mom from digesting him. Fortunately, he lost consciousness pretty quickly, so he didn't have to endure the pain of his body being broken down for long. Meanwhile, Claire continued to go about her day, unaware that she had just turned her son into nutrients ... and something else.

When Blake finally awoke, the first thing he saw was a wall of grey fabric, and the first thing he heard was the sound of a stomach gurgling behind him. At first, he thought he had been teleported out of his mother's belly. But then he felt a tightness in his entire body and, when he tried to run, he was pulled backwards. In fact, no matter where he tried to move, he kept getting pulled back to the same spot.

Claire had started her work day up to her neck in reports and paperwork, and she was a little disappointed when she could no longer feel Blake inside her. Fortunately for her, that disappointment didn't last long as she soon felt him kicking again. With a little smile to herself, she gave her belly a few pats.

"It doesn't matter how much you struggle, young man," Claire said in a low voice, "you're not getting out of there until I say so." Blake yelped as he was slapped by his mother's giant hand, and a wave of dread washed over him when he realised what had happened to him.

"Mom, you gotta help me!" Blake yelled. "I'm in your belly!" Claire chuckled when she heard this.

"Of course you're in my belly, silly," she said. "I ate you, remember? You were very tasty." Blake heard his mother moan and felt her hand and her shirt rubbing against him as she recalled just how tasty he was. She clearly hadn't realised what had happened, and he needed to make sure she knew.

"No, I mean ... you digested me and you absorbed me into your belly!" Blake continued to squirm as he tried to explain his situation, partly to hold Claire's attention and partly to try to find a comfortable position. He was having much more success with the former than the latter.

"Huh?" Claire uttered when she heard Blake's explanation. She then lifted up her shirt and looked down at her belly. While it was still a little bloated and noisy from her big breakfast, there was one spot to the left of her belly button that seemed to stick out a little bit more than usual. When she ran the tip of her finger over that spot, it started thumping rhythmically against her finger. "Oh."

"Please mom, you gotta get me out! It's so tight in here!" Blake continued wriggling to try and get rid of the discomfort, but he kept being pulled back any time he moved. He hoped that his mother would show some mercy and help him get out of her belly. What he got instead was more of her hand brushing over him as she rubbed her belly some more.

"Sorry Blake, but I can't get you out just yet," Claire replied. "I have work to do, and it's not like I can ask my boss to leave early because I need to get my son out of my belly." At that moment, her belly let out a loud gurgle. "So just sit tight while I work, and we'll figure this out when we're back home." Blake protested the decision to postpone the restoration of his body, but Claire didn't pay his words any heed as she got to work. As the squirming continued, however, she had to admit that it felt nice having a tiny person in her abs, so she chose not to reprimand Blake for all his wriggling.

Perhaps she should have, however, because someone was sure to notice part of Claire's belly moving around on its own. But who?