Continued Workout Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 7 by tfwnogiantgf

"Let's take care of the rest of you. I need you in perfect form... Like every other part of me, of course."

Blake swallowed hard as he heard that declaration. A shiver that chilled him even more than the expanse of space. And that was amid the burning, sizzling sensation from all around him from exertion. Her form pivoted to the side, one arm resting on a void - and pushing herself in and out on it, in a side plank. It left his digested form free enough to at least breathe, and think for a moment.

He realized most exercises like this relied not just on stretching, but on using one's own body weight. So Rosalina had to be applying artificial gravity to herself, if she were stretching in the middle of the stars. Not that it really got him any closer to where he needed to be - out of the continually shifting, reshaping abdominal mass.

And soon, she moved out on her back; stretching an opposing arm and leg up in a coordinated movement. As if to mock his lack of legs. And as she went on, her knee squeezed him in closer and closer. He could vaguely recognize this type of exercise - "deadbugs", or maybe "dead scuttlebugs" in this upside-down world.

He pushed and prodded against the wall of gut mass as it shifted and shook, panting with each push and press. The experience drained him after only a few taps - but he kept going, hoping it would reawaken Rosalina's better instincts. "It hurts! You can't do this!"

Contrary to his assertion, the Comet Observatory's overseer kept going. "Soon you won't have those things to poke me with..." She mused as she continued compressing her lower abs, and everything (and everyblake) in it.

He realized what she meant soon enough. He was having trouble pushing. His hands felt like they'd touched a burner, and he pulled them back; but kept slamming on the edge of the fleshy expanse with his elbows. And then with nubs, as he felt the now-familiar sensation of both arms shrinking back. His right arm disappeared a moment before his left, leaving him slumping - his head hunched over, panting gradually.

Rosalina paused for a moment, wiping the dripping sweat off his area. "Are you done yet, little Luma?'

"I'm not..." He groaned.