Claire: In Shape! Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 8 by tfwnogiantgf

Claire's wondering did not last long before she moved into the next hip drop, following the rhythm. The pattern of sways and shimmies her body went through to maintain its wondrous shape kept rattling Blake, seemingly pushing him deeper into masses of muscular tissue - even if her midriff should've been diminishing, he felt plunged further with each stretch.

Her body went through a full undulation, her arms raising as she kept working it. "So, how much of you is left in there? Hah... Can't be very much..." She poked the area, prodding the mass of tissue. It led to him squirming and shaking himself, feeling as if he were the one dancing.

"Mpphh..." He felt a burning, and each of his legs were like candle wax dripping. She was right. There was not much left to her son's biomass, besides a frail remnant of a torso and a head - tucked and molded in gut fat form.

Her next slow belly roll was even more excruciating, sending cacophonic waves of energy through his very waveform. The rhythm of her heartbeat was deafening him, and he felt her sweat dripping on him as if it were his own. She slammed his spot with her next word. "Well, you never were very much. So small... I think this is better. Stay tight in there..."

She stepped in a circle, each thrust bringing him closer to... It felt light, soft, but furious. Would this be the very end of his consciousness? He couldn't imagine his own mother putting him through that - and yet, with everything she'd done leading up to this, it seemed as if the dance wouldn't stop. The rows of fatty cells around looked so much tighter, more toned, more impressive... And he hated that he was thinking about that at this moment.

Claire kept moving. "That's right. Burn all away... It won't take much longer, hah." She was panting from exhaustion, but amid the sunrise arms she pulled off, he got a hint she was enjoying the feeling. "And you'll be in there forever."

She let out a long sigh with the next dance shimmy, which ate at his very soul.

"With my belly, for all time."

And in one hip drop, it all melted. Everything from his torso, lower and upper, frayed into a little wisp. Blake fizzled out, his head behind the navel left with vague mumbles and one last, desperate "Mmmmh...!"

Before the last of his biomass was gone. Left in its place was not even a lump. Just a perfectly smooth wall of musculature, with well-earned sweat dripping down it.