The rumbles and shakes from Nora's sneakers on the floor, and the food in her bulging belly around him, were a cacophony that kept her belly's prisoner from a single moment of stillness. He tried magic meditation to close his mind away, drown out the sounds and sights he was experiencing from this front-row seat in Nora's paunch, until --
BGOOOOOOAAAARRRGGGHP
A bellowing burp shook Blake, making it sound as if the very earth was splitting. The fatty cells around him resonated, shuddering in fear, jostling about. He, too, broke out in wiggles, slamming desperately at the fleshy walls that closed him in. The young man was hyperventilating, breathing in the air that this colossal bully took in with her sighs of relief.
"Hot damn, heheh." She gingerly stroked the protruding mass that Blake wiggled in using her index and middle finger. "It's like you're giving me a massage from the inside. You love me and my tum that much?"
"I don't!" Blake blurted out with enough force to make his little lump jut forward. It felt as if all his facial features were being held in fifty layers of noisy, warbling plastic wrap.
"Shoulda thought of that before making yourself a yummy gummy!" Nora gave him a squeeze on thought, making him tremble more in fear. Of course, he had no choice in that situation - it was just one long event in a line of things happening to him that he couldn't get his way out of. But he couldn't say so, since she was holding so tightly.
"Shoulda wiggled your way off my tongue rather than in here!" The lump was glued snug between her two fingers as she pushed them together like scissors. It cut off his source of oxygen, making him choke and gag on his words. "Ahgn, now that wiggle's so nice... It's almost a shame this won't last, heheh..."
He panted, feeling numb all over. "Won't last...? I'm free...?" He felt like crying.
"Nnnnoope. This beautiful, baad belly that you're so addicted to has an ugly lump on it." She held firm, continuing to squeeze the mass of tissue as she leaned over for something in her bag. "I'm gonna work you off until it's smooth and sexy again."
"WORK ME OFF?" He yelped telepathically, writhing in place. The whole situation made him feel sick - and the idea of his matter getting melted away into nothing was even more dreadful. Working his body back and forth in the formless mass he was enclosed in, with what little space it provided him, he wailed out. "Please please PLEASE! I don't DESERVE to be part of you forever - just because of a mistake! You can't do this to a person!"
SNAP.
"Mmmph. Mppphngh! Mnnghmm... Mghmphhmphl...? MGGGHHH...!" Blake found his words muted instantly, as a sharp, silvery sensation pierced into his wiggly spine. A silvery clip-on navel ring; it sealed his mouth shut, and he could only communicate in desperate, thrusting wobbles.
Nora mused as she changed into gym clothes, taking the rest out from the bad. "Yeah, NOW I remember why I gave you all that shit. It's that voice. That goofy-ass voice keeps squealing shit nobody cares about... You're way better when you're just shutting up and wobbling inside me."
Blake had hundreds of comebacks, but they all choked inside the place where his throat would be. There was no way out of this belly prison; as she marched over to a mat, preparing to exercise...
Flutter kicks rang out, her sweat dripping over her stomach and onto the mat. Blake was buffeted with the mist of her salty perspiration as she raised and lowered each leg. An uncomfortable warmth lit up beneath him - and to his sides, as he was sickened by various thrusts from the meaty thighs.
"Yeah, they're staring now. Always kinda sucks getting people staring at my belly here..." She pushed in on him as she went to knee-to-elbow situps, pushing him left, then right, her voice ringing out from a different direction each time as his whole existence was wrung out like a washcloth. "But what they don't know is that they're staring at YOU."
Blake weakly groaned, the building heat contrasted by the coolness of her navel ring. It was like the walls enclosing him were being stitched progressively tighter.
Crunches from Nora pushed Blake up and down. He couldn't help but think to the trash compactor scene from Star Wars, but he had nothing to push back with, and no contact with the outside world. And each time she went up, it felt as if a fire was burning beneath him. A fire that got closer and wilder each time Nora breathed in a hurricane of breath, igniting the cinders within her...
"Hey. Bellyboy, the ab extension machine's free now~!"
As she sat in place, her fingers around the handles and chunky ass in the seat, the behemoth thrust forward. The surface of her gut was hardening, warming up. That fire licked away at him. Blake felt the soles of his feet melting, then his hands... They hadn't existed since Nora's gummy snack, but it was like the very memory of them was dissolving, churned away. He had no more way of pushing back. Nothing to reach with, as the very concept of the mage's arms disintegrated. And with no more mouth to speak with, he could only weakly thrust his torso...
Nora laughed, which only shook and tormented him more. "Hah. You were such a nerd, such a smart-aleck, now my belly's churned you into a hopeless mess. Thrusting like a dog in heat~"
He had nothing to counter with but more shameful wiggles. Blake was starting to forget whether he was really thrusting to escape, or just to please Nora, or just because that's what fatty cells did. The heat made him too confused to even think.
The sensation of rubber pushed and prodded at the abdominal mass, smashing Blake in further. He recoiled at the sensation. An exercise ball - Nora first hugged it to her gut...Then lay on it, stretching her abs out. It was putting her guest on The Rack. In a violent SNAP, and a slow fizzle, Blake's torso was swallowed in the flames.
All Blake could still feel was his head. Only barely. In the musty, contorting, fleshy environs, his head had no real use anymore. He barely held onto any sense of consciousness and solidity. By the time her workout was finished, and Nora was back in her normal clothes, the fear and horror of the exercise still ate at him from the neck up...
"Thanks, pipsqueak lump. Only one workout, and you're aaaaaallmost all sunk into me." She smiled, looking at herself in the mirror. "You burned up real good for your GF. Think I should eat any more guys? Some of those gym dudes looked tasty, and I know some jerks who deserve tummy time..."
He shook his head desperately, panting, terrified at the implication of neighbors.
"Hahaaaaa! No way, I'm just kidding. I know you want my roomy, juicy belly aaaaaaaalllll to yourself. Greedy~"
She kissed her finger... and rubbed it on the remaining spot on her abdomen.
Feeling the saliva and sweat on his head, the pressure of her finger, and his confused emotions reaching their apex, Blake let out a final warbling scream that passed the muffling navel ring - and the sense of his head burned away. The lump in the mirror shrank to nothing, revealing a perfectly smooth belly. Nora stretched, and burped again. Nothing was left of her snack.
Blake's soul would remain lingering, without a single sign - haunting the area where his biomass once lay. From gummy, to gut cell, to ghoul...