Guuurggglebbllrr...

The rumble from Claire's pained stomach mixed with her bellows and groans, echoing through the living room. She rubbed under her sports bra as her shorts rested on the couch once more, lying down. Deep breaths, and...

BLORP

She sighed again at this discomforting noise from her innards. At this rate, she'd have to miss yet another day of work. An important one, too...

Her son, walking in, had his heart jump from Claire Heart's continued gut noises. "Mom, I can't take this anymore..."

"I can't either... Blake..." The woman rolled over on the sofa, trying to muffle the noise with cushions. Her face looked green even from the sides.

Blake tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, if it makes you heal faster... I can cast a spell to turn myself into a stomach pill."

The concept was so absurd, she stopped hiding for a moment - her belly letting out a churn of confusion and shock. "With a... spellbook? I don't want you to give yourself up to..." Another pain interrupted her, making her plant her face in the cushions. Hesitantly, she lifted her neck back up, and breathed in. "I'll only digest enough for my tummyache to be cured. Then it's back to human form for you!"

"Yes." Blake nodded. "My arts should work with that. Now..."

Standing a few steps aside, he waved his tome up, murmuring. After a puff of smoke, his body compressed in a tighter, rounded form - flat in Claire's manicured palm. She looked at him for a moment, rubbing one finger over him in affection, before tilting him into her tongue. For a moment, he remained between her tongue and palate, as the woman hesitated; but every second, it felt like her son was dissolving more. He needed to reach his destination. A belabored swallow, and he slipped down the esophageal path.

Slowly, each pulse headed for his wet, squelching destination. He darted forward, trying not to look for too long - ignoring the splatter of pinkish walls around him, which got more swollen and acid-laced the deeper he went to his mother's core. He forced himself deeper, assisted by undulations, until gravity took over fully; dropping him in the chamber of stomach acids, rising and surrounding him. The boy turned pill sunk down, trying to communicate: "Hey... is it working?"

No response.

"I think I'm... Half gone..."

He kept sinking in, deeper and deeper...

What her stomach gurgles had muffled, outside, kept Claire occupied. A delivery man arrived, bringing a book Blake had ordered. She put it in, and found... Her stomach was no longer hurting. The relief she felt in her stomach was so strong that she just lay down to bask in it for a moment...

...And drifted right off.

Mother and son, their consciousnesses drifted away, in sync...

...

When Blake awoke, he was surrounded by meaty tissue. Bulging. Pulsating. Growls, but lighter than before, echoing around him. He tried to move - only to find every wall punching back against his movement. Cells tickled him around, in places he didn't know he could be tickled.

The mage cast a spell to see further, and realized, to his horror: he'd been fully digested. Entirely taken in to soothe his mother's sore stomach, and ending up right on her abdomen. While Claire, herself, was...