"If you will not depart my body, I will make answers depart yours!"

This adamant declaration from the blonde Street Fighter was punctuated by her jumping to the floor. The cell inside her felt as if he was in freefall for a moment, before landing with a harsh THUD. She raised her mighty legs up, which seemed like towers from his position.

Blake's telepathic focus shorted out at a sudden squeeze. He felt his view distorting, but his last sight of the outside was thin barricades of flesh closing in, wrinkling gently in response to Cammy's controlled crunch. Tense, toned walls of musculature pushed him from above and to his sides. He felt like his own body was the only malleable cell in a flexing cavalcade of hardened stones.

"Gyurk-!" Blake barely choked out, as the harsh texture and steaming heat muted his senses.

"Speak! Out with it!" Cammy's toned calves went closer out as she went into a full crunch, her tight pants parting the fluttering blue vest jacket. Her shimmering teeth grit, as she pushed harder. "Where have you taken me? What base is this?"

"Th-this is the real world..." Blake weakly squeaked out.

Cammy's face went crimson. "Mock me and you mock Delta Red."

The next crunch made Blake feel like he was set on fire. The way Cammy positioned her powerful abdomen nearly split his little fatty pocket in half, pulling at his own midsection. The boiling pressure traversed him, leaving him panting for even the slightest trace of reprieve in the sweltering surrounding air.

"Stop it... hah... You're killing me..." The mage helplessly tried to pound on the mighty masses of abs, but he ached in places that he shouldn't have. "Please stop it, I'm a magician who s-summoned..."

Cammy's finger pushed on his spot uncomfortably, making him squirm. "You must enjoy this. Let's remodel that stomach mass of mine one more time."

The crunches that rang out after were faster, vigorous, and furious. Cammy had been trained from the very beginning to take out enemies; and now, every millimeter of those well-maintained muscles were giving Blake their full attention. Again and again, the entire world closed in on the fatty cell to devastate him; and again, he wailed out breathlessly. There had to be a way out from this Street Fighting opressor...