Blake’s new form, whatever it was, felt unusually sloshy. Bubbly and fluid, even. The mage assumed that his potion had transformed him into some sort of liquid, but what?

Despite liquids typically lacking human senses, Blake was somehow able to see a young woman’s massive form looking down at him - he recognized her pale skin, dark hair, and orange tank top that left her chubby belly exposed. This was Blake’s crush, Citrine Stone!

“Geez, I’m parched…” Citrine said to nobody in particular, unaware that Blake could hear her voice.

Judging from what she said, Blake fearfully surmised that he was now Citrine’s soda! Unfortunately, the transmogrified mage’s efforts to yell for help were foiled by the fact that soda can’t really communicate. And so, Citrine brought Blake’s cup to her lips and began guzzling him down.

The experience of being swallowed was physically painless for Blake, but he internally shuddered at the emotional scars he risked facing. Once his entire ‘body’ was gulped into Citrine’s stomach, the mage-turned-soda began to feel his consumer’s body heat and digestive acids work away at him. It took only a few moments (and some belly pats from outside) for Blake to black out for a while.