The clack of Peach's tennis shoes suddenly rang out against his own floorboards. She was bending over - which made the vast mass of her stomach scrunch inwards, muscle and fatty cells slipping over one another. An annoyingly perfect "Bend and Snap" - she stuck her backside out, and jolted right back upwards with enough speed to knock her belly-borne cargo about like a tummy pinball. The "bumpers" of sopping cellular structure behind her belly button wiggled about in the aftershock of her snappy motion, jostling Blake, then rubbing against him as they settled into place.
"Found it~" Her chipper voice echoed in the empty boy's room.
The man-cell could see a glimmer, but couldn't identify what "What - mhph - what was that?" He regretted asking instantly after the words flew out.
Peach pushed a metal band tight around his lump. The cold shiver shot directly through his form, incapacitating him. "Navel ring get! It's a little reward I got myself after working out and saving up~"
He mumbled. "B-but rich princesses don't need to save up for anything..."
"Hmph! How rude!" She pinched the spot, with a pout so perfect it seemed exaggerated. "This means a lot to me, I'll show you what it means!"
The pinching became harder. Tougher. She was clipping it around his lump; and though it didn't pierce flesh, it was like a dagger through his heart. He was unable to move, or even speak beyond a "mmmph!" as the clamp closed around him. A silvery ring - the one thing that countered his magic ability to stay conscious throughout this ordeal...
As Peach's hand drew away, she felt her stretching and posing with it before the mirror. He could very faintly see exactly how she'd adorned his spot - snug, tight, taut... But the feeling was even more claustrophobic than before. He barely had room to breathe. He wanted to vomit, but something was caught in what should be his throat. Each stretch pulled him from head to toe, straining him like noodles, as ligaments and tissue tugged all about the stomach...
"Looking perfect~" She cooed.