In a brief, deft motion, Chun-Li pulled the gum-boy out of her mouth. He felt himself sticking to her teeth briefly, in loose tendrils that she tugged out. Soon he was before her eyes, with red makeup and well-done lashes. The lips that he was just in parted, letting out another blast of warm breath. "What were you doing in there?"

Blake was shocked, and his warbly form shivered in between the fingertips; but he was relieved, too, and kept up communication with the street fighter. "I ended up casting a magic spell that turns me into food..."

"That's the sort of thing you do in your spare time?" She tilted her head.

Blake felt her cheeky gaze piercing in him. "No! It's not what I'd usually cast!"

Chun-Li flicked her fingers briskly, making him sway again. "I'm sorry. That sounds dangerous - Interpol has to keep you imprisoned for your own safety and others'!"

Before he could let out a telekinetic "wait-!", he found himself flung down the fleshy tubes. Not even bothering with chewing, Chun left him sink down in a singular GULP, disappearing into the depths. He could hear the internal processing of her system, trained well to break down even the strongest foods.

And that food included gum, evidently. He fizzled away, feeling sick and disoriented, as his vision faded...

Only awakening far later, among shaking, rustling, and panting all around. This body was still "imprisoning" him. Somewhere on her. He tried pushing, and found his arms no longer gummy - but still unable to control himself. This locale was tight, surrounded by walls of disgusting, undulating tissue...

A SQUEEZE from outside took him off-guard, pinching him in.

"Welcome to your cell..." The feminine voice echoed around him. "...my abs! Take some time to admire them, they're the strongest in the world!"

Blake could barely understand it - and he didn't WANT to swallow it. Turned into abdominal muscle... On a video game woman! He wasn't even THAT good at her, way better as Ken...

He could tell from the sounds around, Chun-Li had walked into...