Unfortunately for Blake, despite his best intentions, he found escape difficult, perhaps even impossible!
"Argh, darn it! I have to get out of here!" Blake groaned as another powerful shake sent him stumbling, making him lose his tenuous footing once again. It didn't feel like Camilla was walking or running anywhere... more likely she was knowingly taunting her tummy-prisoner by patting her stomach just firmly enough to shake up it's contents.
Bad enough that he could barely see inside of the dark, wet depths of the princess's belly, now he had to deal with her intentionally making things harder for him!
"Ugh! No!" Blake groaned as he was sent slipping down the spongy 'floor' of his prison by one particularly aggressive slap from the princess to her toned tummy.
Unfortunately for Blake, there was nothing for him to grab onto inside of Camilla's slippery stomach, and Blake tumbled headfirst into the pool of gastric juices at the bottom of her belly!
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"Ooh! I can feel him bouncing around in there! Hee hee... Sorry, little guy, but you'll be nothing more than a snack for me!" Camilla giggled as she felt Blake's presence diminish inside of her... A sure sign that her stomach acid had done it's job!
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'Ugh... what... what happened?' Blake groaned silently, consciousness slowly returning to him. The last thing he remembered, he was sinking into the stomach acid...
'Wait! What the heck? What's going on?! And... why is my voice silent?!' Blake 'cried,' wondering just what had changed with his body.
Looking around, Blake realized...
1) That he seems to be part of two enormous pillowy objects, protruding out from Camilla! (He became an extra layer of fat on the princess's already huge breasts!) Camilla's eyes widen as her bustier grows a bit tighter on her chest...
2) He can't see anything, there appears to be some kind of black curtain covering his face! (He became an extra layer of fat on her big butt!) Camilla tugs at her panties, wondering why they suddenly feel snugger on her rump.
3) There are two huge shadows above him, and he can feel a grumbling behind him! (He became a small layer of fat on her otherwise trim stomach!)