Blake kept scouring his brain for escape plans; paging through mental spell tomes for something that would let him out. This wasn't helped at all by the rest of Lily's meal squirming and jostling around him.

"She really - ate us!"

"Get off me, get off me, get off meeeee~!"

"I have a boyfriend to get back to!"

The continual gurgling noises and detached punching and kicking in the neighboring, gushing cells kept Blake from fully focusing on the task at hand. He finally clenched his mental fists, and did his best to control the fatty area - pulling the trinity of boys together. "Okay. Guys, we can only get out of this with your spiritual powers combined with mine. So focus on me, and chant *out...*"

A few confused murmurs followed.

"The heck, aren't you the one who..."

"At least it's a plan."

"Out, out, out--!"

As the voices grouped together, the space outside of Lily's verdant tummy seemed to get closer and closer. He could see his room's walls and colours again. He reached out mentally, drawing on the surging power of Lily's other prey. Their bodies were stretching against the abdomen. A bit further, and they could make it out...

SQUEEZE

They were suddenly pushed back by a massive surface of striped leg muscle. Their bulges sunk back as Lily squatted down. The pressure it put on them was excruciating; like every part of cellular buildup around her was pushing back on them, forcing them into the tummy fat they belonged in.

"Lily?" Blake coughed. "Wh-what are you..."

"Sealin' the deal." Her flat voice echoed around the room. "Never head of Frog Squats?"

Indeed, her abdomen was raising, and falling. It was a pulsing motion that made her heart pump behind them, with occasional croaks. The exercise diminishing the surface all of the buzzing boys rested within. It ate away at their extremities like a candle burns wax; with the same kind of sizzling, warm sensation.

"Aren't frogs cold-blooded?"

"She's too cruel!"

"Out, OUT..."

Their chants faded away as Blake struggled to stay in place, trying to push back against the pressure from every angle. The mage sobbed: "Please, stop it..."

The jostling up-and-down motion that was breaking the former humans' will ceased. "Kay."

And all of a sudden, Lily flopped over on her back. It was like being shoved in an elevator going down, with their forms suddenly flat against a ceiling of abdomen - before sinking down to deeper reaches of amphibian gut. The discomfort only grew as it began squeezing in on itself. The four shrinking bits of belly bacteria within were wrung out like a sponge. The continual quaking kept making their biomass dissapear, at an even faster rate than before...

"C'mon, this... isn't... fair!" Blake pounded at any bit of muscle nearby, with weakening vigor - as his spirit shrunk away...

Lily kept her body in motion. "Sure, when humans do crunches, it's fine. When a frog does crunches, it's the end of the world..."

"IT IS...! THE END...!" Blake panted. His psychic link was weakening. The other boys' voices were nothing but muffles. He couldn't sense their presence anymore. He couldn't sense anything except for the continual sweat. He was losing the phantom sensation of his own body, feeling as if something swallowed either arm, his legs, hips, stomach, and head...

And soon, there was not a single lump on Lily's gut. Not a thought in Blake's mind, other than being a bit of meat on a frog girl from another dimension...

Lily got up, dusting herself off. "Huh. Yeah, that's interesting. Whelp, I'm here now." She stretched, and began hopping to the door, webbed fingers rubbing over her gut. "Let's see if there's a nice tub I can soak all this in."