When Blake looked up at the reflection of Citrine's face in the mirror, it looked like she was having trouble deciding what to do. The constant gurgling sounds coming from her belly were joined by the occasional "Er" and "Um". Did she still have doubts about him being a living bit of fat on her belly, or was she trying to decide whether to get him out or keep him in there? He squirmed uneasily at the possibility of never being let out, which caused the chubby nerd to subconsciously stroke her belly where she felt his struggles.

"Citrine ..." Blake said hesitantly, "please ... I-"

Suddenly, Blake's whole world started moving again, towards the door this time. For a moment, he thought that Citrine was going to bring him to his dorm so he could use his spellbook to get out of her belly! A wave of relief washed over the mage as his captor walked purposefully towards her destination, her belly jiggling and sloshing with each footfall, and he got ready to thank her profusely.

And then Citrine stopped in front of a different door and knocked on it.

"Um, Citrine, this isn't my dorm," Blake pointed out. He hoped that his crush might explain what she was doing, but instead of saying anything, all she did was breathe heavily. "Citrine?" As Blake heard faint footsteps coming from the other side of the door, he grew more and more concerned about why Citrine had chosen to go here instead of to his own dorm.

When the door opened, the first thing Blake saw was the bottom of a blue T-shirt meeting the top of a dark purple skirt. So Citrine had gone to see another girl, but who? He racked his brains trying to think of who he knew that would wear a blue T-shirt and purple skirt.

"Oh, hey Citrine!" a familiar voice said somewhere above the trapped mage.

"Indigo?" Blake sputtered. As nice as it was to see his friend, he couldn't understand why Citrine had come here.

"Hi Indigo," Citrine replied, still unsure about what she was about to do. "You got a minute? There's something I need your help with." Feeling Blake squirm again, she gently placed a hand on her belly to cover him up and tried not to let the pleasure she was getting show on her face.

"Oh. Yeah, sure, come in!" Concerned by her friend's anxious demeanour, Indigo stepped aside to allow Citrine to enter her dorm. She then went to sit on her desk chair and turned to face the pudgy nerd who stood next to her. "So what seems to be the problem?" she asked, trying to pay no attention to the sounds coming from the plump belly beside her head.

"Well," Citrine explained hesitantly, "I drank this soda and I got this funny feeling in my gut. But then, when I tried to get it to settle down, I suddenly heard Blake's voice, but I couldn't see him anywhere. He told me that he'd magically turned himself into my soda and now he's trapped in my belly fat." She then slid her hand off of her belly and the next thing Blake saw was Indigo staring straight at him with one eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Are you sure this isn't some sort of prank?" Indigo asked. This response was bad news for Blake - if she didn't believe what happened, then surely nobody else would and nobody would ever get him out of Citrine's belly! He had to give his friend undeniable proof of his predicament.

"No, it's really me!" Blake yelled, kicking and squirming as much as he could. "I've been absorbed into Citrine's body and I need you to help me get out!" Unfortunately, the last part of what he said was drowned out by the sudden loud sound of Citrine's belly churning, but his vigorous movement caused Indigo's eyes to widen and her jaw to drop. He saw her mouth the words 'Holy shit!' just before Citrine's hand returned to rub his spot on her belly.

"So, um ... yeah, that's really him in there," Citrine concluded, her cheeks turning red due to both the weirdness of her story and the pleasant feeling from Blake's struggles, "and I'm not sure what to do." The imprisoned mage could scarcely believe that his crush was considering not letting him out. If his new form had a jaw, it would have dropped just like Indigo's. If Citrine's hand wasn't in the way, he would have then seen Indigo looking up at Citrine's sheepishly smiling face and back down at her groaning belly again and again.

After what felt like an eternity, Blake finally heard Indigo's voice giving her thoughts on the situation.