Tight.

When Blake awoke, everything surrounding was compressing roughly around him. It felt like he was strapped in by cold seatbelts to a warm, warbling mass of soggy beanbags - and yet as he tried to check his surroundings, his face kept slapping against hardened, toned chunks. The sensation was incredibly uncomfortable. Whenever he tried to breathe, it smelled of strong booze - stinging him. The disgusting air wafted around in every direction, mixing with sour, salty, stale fragrances of sweat worked up.

And his view was even worse than when he was in the mug. Dark, with only a few occasional glimpses of deep, raw pink in the mage's peripheral vision. It kept swirling in dizzying patterns.

With a vision spell to take his sight out of his body - which itself felt uncomfortably squishy and easily-moldable - Blake could see an expanse of pale skin cells stretching out, covering him. As the white top and dark belts of Tifa's top came into view, his horror grew - he wanted to stop looking, but the sight of her resting torso was outright shocking. As the cells expanded in and out from her gradual, droning breaths, he felt the world around shake.

The evidence all added up: Blake was stuck within Tifa's abs!

"Out... I gotta get out! Let me out!" Blake began beating back and forth at the fleshy area. He didn't have arms anymore - his whole form simply a tendril of loose flab cell.

Slowly, he heard the breathing around him sputter irregularly. As Tifa rose from her rest, he felt scrunched into her shifting belly mass. She yawned, further flexing the muscles around as her arms reached to the sky - and the curling of her gut making him feel compressed, rattled by the force of her yawn.

BOOM. BOOM. The masses of fat rattled around him, his view shadowed by five digits. Tifa was tapping on her stomach - making the region shake beneath her touch. The malleable, stretching matter around him made him lose balance. As she felt over the region where he was tucked, she hummed - voice booming around the boy. "Huh, this lump is new... Did I get sick from..." She suddenly laughed, making him shake further. "Oh! That's... shaped like a person."

He kept slamming again and again on the surrounding walls. He sighed with joy. "It's me! I turned into that beer you drank, thanks to a spell..."

She giggled again, feeling around his shape - ticklish, airy sensations as the surrounding fat cells expanded from her breaths. "That makes sense! It tasted really different. I'll need you to teach me that spell, okay?"

"WHAT?" Blake flung himself around further, struggling within the tight fleshy pocket. "You can't do that! Even if they're just game characters, the people here are also -"

A slight clink noise interrupted him, a chill going down the digested mage from top to bottom.

"Ahh- MMGH... mmmh? Mm... mm..." His voice was muffled, words choking out as he tried to piece them together. No longer was he able to communicate with Tifa.

"You're saying crazy stuff. I'll just let you cool down a bit until we chat again, thanks to this clip-on navel ring!"

The words made Blake sink deeper into darkness. The jewelry was short-circuiting his magic skills - making it unable for him to escape, or even reason with her. He could only vaguely use his magic senses to tell where Tifa was....