The wall of biomatter behind Blake, the cascading forcefield of fleshy tissues, bulged out with an unnatural noise; prodding him in the back. A gurgle erupted from the stomach that had cruelly processed his soul essence. More food was splashing down, sinking in... And he could feel the region around him being prodded to accept the slightly expanding gut, which translated to a major stretch for the boy.

If he focused enough, he could taste it. As if his entire body was a single taste bud... urgh.

Desperate to find something else to focus on, besides the organic noises, the belly-bound boy listened to the reserved laughter above; between bites from a fork. He could recognize another person, who his mom was dining with. That slightly tired, but understanding hum... That was his aunt Rebecca. Claire had mentioned something about wanting to see her as a family recently; and it seemed like they were together now, at least.

"Rebecca! Aunt Beccy... I'm in here!" He summoned all of his internal telepathic energy to reach her - hoping for some kind of positive response. "Mom, you know I'm here, right? You fell asleep...!"

Claire paused her chewing, looking up to Rebecca and sighing for a moment. "Oh. Riiight... I had that stomach cramp earlier. My son offered to transform himself into a pill..."

"Magic can do that?"

"I know. Imagine, all the things he could've been doing with it, and he somehow wants to get right back into mommy..."

Claire patted her stomach a little. It resulted in massive quakes and jitters all along Blake's cellular surface, making him flinch in place. He squealed to himself, the message getting across to both women: "I-I didn't want to stay in here!"

A sudden FWAP from her hand struck him, followed by bellowing, yet polite, laughter. The vibrations from either end would've made HIM sick after all the shaking and jiggling from the ginormous expanse.

His mother let out a sigh that cooled his body. "Well, you really did make me feel better. Just stay in there a while longer so you can keep healing me, okay?"

"This wasn't..." He couldn't believe it, being treated so casually. The only thing distinguishing him from the dish his mother was eating was the fact she spoke to him; and Rebecca, herself, seemed to mostly laugh along with it.

"Always was the odd sort. I should've known he had some kind of secret like that... But that kind of magic?" Rebecca chewed on more food.

"I know." Claire kicked her legs up slightly. "They get up to such strange things..."