Blake slowly, groggily awoke to find himself in what initially seemed like total darkness. He tried to move around, but found himself held tightly in place. He wondered how he was still conscious after his gummy body had been digested inside Nora’s stomach - shouldn’t he have moved on to the afterlife by now? The mage’s vision fully adjusted to his new surroundings…denim. The material composing his bully’s shorts!

*FRRRRT!*

“Yuck, what is that stench?!” Blake thought to himself after hearing a rather disgusting noise - and smelling a VERY disgusting odor…

Wait, but that could only mean..!

“Fuck…I’ve been digested and turned into fat on Nora’s ass! Help!! Someone help me!!” Blake screamed in his mind while trying to make some kind of movement that might make his captress notice him. His squirms caused puny wobbles in the flesh of Nora’s rear, which certainly did not go undetected.

“What the hell..? Pipsqueak, is that you doing that?” Nora said as she turned to peek at her jiggling backside. The only evidence of her having eaten Blake was a slightly bigger, plumper butt. Chuckling wickedly, she gave it a playful slap - which sent a brief jolt of pain through her prisoner.

“Nora…please..!” Blake begged telepathically, his struggles continuing despite the harsh smack his posterier cell had received. “Get my spellbook from my dorm - there’s a spell that can restore me to normal! I’ll do anything!!”

Nora was starting to feel annoyed with her butt-bound victim’s constant movements…but his supposed promise to do anything to get his body back intrigued her. Maybe he could teach her some magic?

What happens next?