K.O! Victory To Sakura's Finger Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 7 by tfwnogiantgf

Blow after blow rained from the exterior, as each of Sakura's sprawling, mighty digits squeezed her consumed challenger in. For a moment, Blake thought he could match their energy. Even feel where they were coming from.

But his consumer was a master of keeping opponents on their toes... or in her belly. Soon, as he tried his best to block and weave his little lump, she began changing up her pattern. All fingers and thumb drumming in order, giving him no place to dodge.

"Too slow!" Her laughter made the arena shake and shimmy.

It was really too much for Blake to bear. He was put off-guard by the relentless heartbeat from the activity she'd been through; the in-and-out breaths; and the battering from trained fingers.

As he gained a bit of awareness of the world outside, which he once inhabited, he could see her charging up - her middle finger winding up behind her thumb. It was then that he realized:

He'd lost the battle even before it begun.

FLICK.

A single flick from Sakura's finger brought him down. His last, garbled words were "mmmfff- gh...", though he meant to say not fair!

"Aaaand that's a wrap." Sakura got back to her feet, feeling the last resistance fade. She got back down again. And rose once more - crunches, making sweat drip down her chest. It felt like he was burning up from every angle.

"Ggrmm..."

If she heard, she didn't pay attention. "You lost your chance to be free, so leeeeet me just, y'know, work out that ugly little bump you left on my belly. I could probably cover it up, but I left my other clothes back in Japan!" She laughed, continuing her squats. And indeed, it burned away at Blake's biomass.

Bit by bit, eating chunks out of it. She was skilled at it - knowing exactly how to manage her gut shape. Each shift of her legs ripped more carbohydrates forming him out. And no amount of "mmphs!" could stop the barraging onslaught of sheer physicality from hefty tomboy abdomen returning to shape.

Only a few stretches later, in her post-workout-workout, Sakura admired the flattened, unmoving form of her stomach in the mirror. "Hahah. Now that was a workout. Time for a break."

She rubbed her headband; re-fastened it; gave one small tap to Blake, still within her form and suffering wordlessly; and one sip of water he left out...

"Break time's over! I wanna see what strong fighters this place has!" She rushed out the door, nearly stumbling over her own feet.