For quite a few minutes, Blake was far too panicked at his continuing entrapment in Tharja's abs to properly strategize a way out. His frantic squirms within the tight, fleshy chamber persisted, but to the absorbed young man's surprise, those tiny movements only served to make the dark witch chuckle in slight amusement.

"Struggle all you like, little one," Tharja teased while giving her abdominal lump light pokes, "but you won't be getting out of there. You're going to be part of me, forever!"

From Blake's perspective, those taunting prods from his captress's finger seemed like uncomfortable, full-body presses. It felt as though his internal organs were being squeezed almost to the point of bursting...then again, he was now merely a conscious, human-shaped bump of fat on Tharja's belly and therefore lacked organs to call his own.

"No..." Blake reminded himself that all hope might not be lost. "There was to be a way to get my body back! I can't be stuck in a woman's abs permanently! Even if that woman is drop-dead gorgeous..."

Managing to hear her prisoner's thoughts, Tharja's smile faded. "What are you planning?!"

"To do exactly what you said - strategizing my way out of you!" Blake replied. "Good thing I remembered the spell I need!"