Smirking in the direction of Peach's bare belly, and now knowing that there was a conscious bit of pudge on there, Daisy reached a finger to that squirming spot and gave it several repeated, rough pokes, causing the blonde princess to yelp in surprise and blush a deep scarlet color. She didn't necessarily hate what her ginger-haired friend was doing - it was just an unexpected, oddly pleasurable sensation, not unlike a rough massage to her midsection.
Blake, on the other hand, received no enjoyment whatsoever from Daisy's gloved hand prodding at his general area; every hard poke made the absorbed mage feel almost as if he would get forced even deeper into his abdominal prison. But things only became worse after the jabs subsided. Sarasaland's tomboyish ruler proceeded to grab the sides of Peach's chubby gut with both hands (much to the latter's shock) before shaking that gut up and down, again and again. If it weren't for his current status as helpless stomach fat, these dizzying motions would have made Blake lose his lunch for sure! There wasn't much the young man could do about his entrapment right now, however.
"Um, Daisy?" Peach piped up after a few minutes of feeling her tummy get shaken and sloshed about. "I realize you're having fun with my little...captive...but are we still going to the beach today?"
"Ah! You're right, I almost forgot!" Daisy responded, releasing her grip on her fellow monarch's paunch. "That little lump on your belly might attract some unwanted attention, though. Did you wanna go exercise at the gym and burn that lump away?" That last comment made Blake swallow nervously...well, it would have, if he still could in his current predicament. If Peach burned up the fat that used to be his physical body, no magic in existence would be able to get him out - he'd be stuck as part of her abdomen forever!
Having witnessed the whole ordeal play out with slightly-reddened cheeks, Rosalina voiced her opinion next. "Well, I do feel somewhat bad for the poor fellow in there. Perhaps a belly-dancing session would be more gentle for him?"
Unsure if the cosmic enchantress's suggestion was any better than what Daisy had proposed, Blake thrashed like mad within the muscles of Peach's abs in the hope that they'd show him some mercy.
What happens from here?