To get a better look at her belly, Citrine took her tank top off, leaving her bra as her only item of clothing above her waist. The idea that a fellow student at the university had turned himself into a can of soda and was now just a living bit of fat on her belly sounded ridiculous, and the idea that he was trying to impress her was even crazier. After all, virtually every other girl on campus was hotter than her.
"So ... can you get me out now Citrine?" Blake asked anxiously. Instead of answering him, however, Citrine just started walking around her room as if searching for something. Each step she took caused her belly to jiggle slightly, jolting the transformed mage up and down. He tried moving around to get her attention but his own movements were nothing compared to his nerdy crush's belly fat wobbling.
"Alright, where's the hidden camera?" Citrine grumbled as she peeked behind her bed and found nothing. "This is all some big practical joke, I know it."
"It's not a joke!" Blake protested. "I'm really stuck in your ... um ... as part of your belly! I'll prove it!"
"Alright then," Citrine said skeptically as she went up to her mirror, "if you're part of my belly, which part are you? Is this you?" She began prodding the right side of her belly, driving her finger deep into the layer of fat and making her belly groan with each poke. As much as Blake liked seeing Citrine's belly fat shifting to accommodate the forceful finger that kept poking at it, he dreaded getting crushed by that same finger.
"No, over here!" Blake yelled, kicking as hard as he could to try and get Citrine to feel his location without being poked. "By your belly button!" The good news was that Citrine did get a weird feeling near her belly button. The bad news was that, for good measure, she decided to prod the area where that feeling was coming from. Blake screamed out in agony as the giantess' finger squished him as hard as it could. Even when it stopped, it took the mage a few seconds to recover from the ordeal.
"Now do you believe me?" Blake asked exasperatedly.
"I don't know," Citrine muttered as she grabbed some of the fat on her belly and shook it up and down, making her belly gurgle and slosh with all the movement. Part of Blake was captivated by the sight of part of the chubby belly jiggling and he felt himself heat up as he stared at the bouncing belly fat. He suddenly heard a grunt from Citrine that made him wonder if she somehow felt him blushing. Before he could find out for sure, however, the nerdy girl grabbed her belly around his spot and started shaking it. Blake screamed as he was thrown around in his fleshy prison for a few seconds before Citrine mercifully stopped.
"Please ... Citrine ..." was all Blake could say, disoriented as he was from all the jiggling he had just been made to do. The next thing he felt was Citrine's hand rubbing him, although fortunately this was a lot gentler than everything else she had done to him up to that point. He kicked out again, hoping that maybe her hand would pick up on the movement coming from her belly.
"OK, something weird is definitely going on," Citrine said to herself as she retrieved her tank top and put it back on, still keeping her gurgling belly exposed. She couldn't deny that there were some strange feelings coming from one particular spot on her belly, and the way Blake screamed whenever she interacted with that spot was too consistent to just be a coincidence. But if she really did have someone stuck in her belly fat - someone who admitted that he loved her - what should she do?