A few thoughts swirled in Goldie's head. The cheer routine. Her breakfast before. The test to come next week. How, in hindsight, it was probably not a good idea to chew random gum when it could've come from someone sick... And how she would probably still do it again, if her mind was laser-focused enough on school spirit and the right steps.

Blake, meanwhile, could barely even think with the otherworldly gurgling and churning tormenting him. Even after she'd stopped moving, simply laying in bed, her entire body seemed out to get him - pushing him in deeper and deeper into the cacophony of fleshy murmurs, his view of the room outside occasionally penetrated by stinging flashes of muscular darkness. It was hard for him to even struggle correctly, with the only feedback from the outside world being an occasional tap from slender pillars of fingers outside. It kept making him recede into the abdominal mass for safety - and yet, even that was uncomfortably warm and... gushy.

The cheerleader kept feeling. She prodded one way...

Blake felt his entire being squeezed to the left, swept aside like a droplet on a windshield.

The other way...

Goldie was manipulating him like a tiny control stick - complete with his self being flung involuntarily to the side.

A rhythmic taptaptap...

Blake was pressed in again and again as the digit's whorls and the stretching mass of inner stomach tissue redefined his shape. Senses he didn't know he had were muffled out by the continual pressure.

Finally, Goldie's face shifted above his spot. "That's... A person, huh? The gum... had someone inside?"

With her curiosity having reached its crescendo - and her prodding subsiding - Blake finally had a chance to make a telekinetic link, and communicate a word between his gasps (and the processing of her lungs.) "Blake... It's me. It's Blake, I was... That gum..."

"Woaaah." She blinked. "So the myths are true. What's it look like in there?" She gave the region a firm PAT, which registered as a slap to him. "Do I look healthy?"

He squealed, his entire cellular form letting out a noise like a squeaky toy as the wall of slightly-sweaty flesh battered him. "T-t-tight...! Stop it...!"

Goldie nodded. "Ah, I'll make more room, then!"

He could hear something crinkling, unwrapping - it was loud enough to make him squirm even more. A wrapper for an energy bar fell next to his spot on the stomach; and soon enough, he heard chewing behind him.

The belly-bound mage gasped, as the region behind him became more active and hostile, warming and bubbling like a volcano. "STOP! Why...!"

Goldie munched a bit more, and spoke with her mouth full. "Nah." Another gulp. "I'll make this spot comfy for you, since you'll stay for a while."

"No! No no no..." He tried to batter at the abdominal walls, only for them to slap him back in response. "I need out, I can't stay in some place so sticky and fleshy and gross...!"

"Yeah, but..." She gave a loud swallow, and hummed in happiness. "It's kinda cute having you there! I think we can get used to it - especially since you like me so much, huh?"

Blake was stuck in many senses. How could he even reason with something like that? Without any magic to get him out, he was a victim of this resting cheerleader's hungry urges...