Claire's abdomen, where Blake's biomatter had been transferred, folded in... And out, the cells expanding. Every breath his mother made made the belly fat (him included) fold out, or contract - the rapidly-rearranging regions trapping and smothering him.
"Mom-mMM!" His words were choked up as she shifted a leg up, still in the same loose clothes. The knee went in near him, compacting every bit of his remaining body and the very slight range of his vision into a tight area.
At least he knew how long he'd been in there. It was already her exercise time... So he'd been knocked out for a good portion of the day. Enough to digest, and end up in this chasm of an abdomen...
Shaking wouldn't do any good. He only felt pressed in tighter with every flex inwards, and outwards. At least her stomach seemed to be doing better... A small relief, when every crunch was majorly torturing him.
At least, he could use his telekinesis abilities to stop her. Blake called out, ignoring the aching in his body: "Mom, I'm in..."
CRUNCH. Another inwards motion of her arms twisted his entire form. He struggled to maintain his composure against the weight of what was, essentially, something connected to him. An awkward sensation he wanted out of immediately.
Once more, he called to his parent: "Mom, I got digested!"
A long, hard breath, as she paused.
"In your abs!"
A quiet, questioning "Hm?"
"Please stop... Please... notice me..."
At last, Claire looked down, and pinched around her stomach. A really bizarre sensation, but it was, at least, some form of recognition. She sighed slowly, laying on the mat. "After all you gave me... I should've gotten you out faster, but it was just... I don't know..."
Blake moaned as she panted, no more comfortable with this position - considering the burning muscles around him, keeping him snug in. "Really tight in your belly... pudge..."
He could've maybe worded that a little more carefully, judging by the strong "HMPH" he heard reverberate around him. Claire stood to her full height, hands on her hips. "Well then..." She brushed her hair back. "Let's see what we can do about getting that fat away... And helping you out!"
Would that really be help... Or more of a punishment?