“Hmm…” Goldie pondered, her finger dealing more casual pokes to Blake’s spot on her belly all the while. “Although, this lump on my stomach might raise a few eyebrows. I know just how to fix everything!”

The cheerleader set her snack bag aside, rose from her bed, and lay on the floor back-first - the perfect position for an intense workout.

Wait…she was planning to work out?! If that was truly the case, Goldie’s exercises would gradually burn up Blake’s biomass (the matter that was once his physical body) until his entrapment in her abdomen became irreversible! In a panic, the digested mage squirmed around, only to be painfully halted as his captress’s arms and legs were raised to each other in a brief jackknife pose, scrunching in her stomach.

For Goldie, the burning sensation in her core was a pleasant one; she repeated her jackknives for the next few minutes. For Blake, the routine was far from enjoyable - it slowly burned away his legs, then his arms and torso until only his head remained…but that too was eventually burned up in the building heat.

Once Goldie concluded her workout, she stood up and patted her tummy - noticing that the humanoid bump on it was gone. Only Blake’s soul was left in there, trapped forever by his yellow-clad crush’s mighty metabolism…