STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP

As if the terrors of the Mexican food sloshing behind him wasn't enough, Nora was on the move. Each step was making Blake's entire world shake, bubbling up more bubbles of gas - a cacophony of popping and bloating noises behind him. He felt Nora's muffin top going plap against her jean shorts with her march, an uncomfortable coolness as he hit the button.

"Nora, what the heck?" He wailed desperately.

SLAP. He already recognized the shape and texture of her hand - still with some microscopic grease bits from the enchilada between her wide fingertips, as they sunk into her gut. "I thought I'd take the stairs up to my dorm. Stretch my legs - and that gut you want so bad."

Teasingly, almost sensuously, she swayed her hips. It felt like mountains of juicy fat and muscle pelted Blake from the left, as he slipped downwards to the right, sinking away... Then from the right, another load of fatty cells rammed into him. The sloshing was making him sick. He bobbed and jostled within the mass. It felt like the rising bubbles would pop his own head, if he weren't first taken out by the encroaching mass of tight, knotting cells closing in on him from the right... then the left... then the right...

"Stop it stop it stop it!" Blake whined out while thrashing with as much limited movement as he could manage. He felt like slamming his arms against the barrier of skin.

"Awww..." She cooed. "You're really that desperate to hang in my room with me? Then I better climb there..."

SLAM

"...Two steps..."

SLAM

"...At a time!"

She was deliberately raising her plump thighs as high as possible in a march, so that they would push on Blake's spot on her abs, squeezing him in tight - and them bring it down with slow, deliberate force, waiting for a second after each step so that the reverberations travelled all the way through her gut. It was shaking Blake's heart and mind out. Despite his bizarre form, he still found himself panting, desperate for a taste of oxygen.

He was relieved by the reduction in body temperature when her hand closed around a doorknob, entering her dorm. And it became cooler as she... began taking her clothes off? Blake swung back and forth within, feeling dizzy as he tried to pull his psychic eyes away from the masses of flesh falling out from the clothing. "N-Nora! Nora...!"

"You're THAT excited by a little skin? How thirsty." Her giggle made him shimmer uncomfortably in place - especially as she placed a finger right where he was, blocking out his vision.

"What are you planning..."

Nora patted him. "Changing. Aren't I allowed to change into something comfier after eating?"

He kept shaking. "Y-you can't - in front of me - you know I can see everything..."

"And? What're you gonna do, fatty?" She jiggled him with a quick flick, making him feel like a punching bag swinging in place. "You know that you can't stop me from changing. You can't touch me if you get excited. You can't move without me. So close to my tummy and you can't eat anything unless I feed you..."

She kept swirling her finger in a slow motion. "Please..." He panted, an unfamiliar, tight pressure building up.

"You shouldn't even be able to talk. No more drinking, laughing, no more reading those books of yours. Nowhere to go but here. Your life begins and ends at my belly from now on."

"Nggghh!"

She pinched him, leaning over - and holding him close to a mirror. "You were a gummy man, couldn't even move... And now I'm helping you move. You go where I want. You see what I see. You're part of me. Part of the baddest gut on campus. Isn't that so awesome? How does it feel?"

He shivered, as she felt her finger lower - teasingly, around where his thighs would be. He couldn't cross them, or push the digit back.

"Oh? Harder bit here. You're feeling happy, aren't you? REAL happy to be with me? Gosh. That's actually so gross, Blake." She squeezed tighter, drilling in... Before giving it slow, gentle strokes, up and down, lathering the sensitive region in her finger's sweat. "After all that time denying it, you can't help but get excited about my body, and being with it forever."

"I don't... gnaaa... Soo..." He fidgeted, feeling himself burn up.

"You can't budge." Squeeze. "You can't resist." Squeeze. "You can't admit it..." Squeeze. "You can't get out." Squeeeeze...

Right as he felt like he was about to explode, Nora pulled her finger away - dangling it in front of his face. "...And you can't even get off. Useless~ Tummy~ Boy~"

He kept panting and panting, the helplessness of the situation slowly settling in on him. There was nothing left to do but stare - and wonder what Nora was changing into...