Oh. Oh...

Judging by the fact that he couldn't move or speak... and the two humongous protrusions bulging outwards over his non-existent head...

Blake had a pretty good idea of where he'd ended up.

He'd been digested and ended up as a thin layer of fat spread over the surface of Princess Camilla's otherwise trim, toned tummy!

And he could feel said tummy grumbling behind him... it seemed like one of him hadn't been nearly enough to sate her appetite.

'I, uh... I hope she doesn't get mad at me for 'ruining' her figure...' Blake lamented. He wouldn't consider the beautiful woman's shapely form ruined in anyway, but he did know from the games that the princess was, while not exactly vain, quite proud of her looks.

"Oh? What's that? I guess one tiny little morsel wasn't enough to sate my grumbling tummy~" The tall princess cooed teasingly, though Blake wasn't sure if the princess knew that he was part of her now.

"Hmm... well, that's no good... it seems that my trim waistline has become, well, a little less so..." The buxom woman pouted, though Blake couldn't tell if she was actually upset, or still teasing. That of course hinged on whether or not she knew that he was trapped in her abs.

Maybe he could get her attention somehow?

Or would it be better to lie low and hope that Camilla didn't catch on to the fact that she had a stowaway soul hitching a ride on the smooth surface of her stomach?