Claire's Large Lasagna Leftovers Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 9 by slappy

Claire had a big grin on her face as she allowed the pleasure her son was giving her to wash over her. Finding the shrunken Blake in her cereal this morning was unexpected enough, and at first she was truthfully concerned about his safety. But he was just so delicious in her mouth, and then his struggles inside her belly felt amazing, and not just physically either. Claire - a completely non-magical woman - was able to gobble up a tiny mage, digest him, and trap him in her abdomen with no way of getting out without her help. That gave her a rush of power that she didn't want to end.

"What's wrong with my exercises?" Claire teased as she rubbed her gurgling belly and gazed adoringly at the cute little lump wiggling around on it. "Oh right. You're my belly fat, and belly fat doesn't like exercise."

"Mom, I'm serious!" Blake screamed while his mother giggled at her little deduction. Claire's playfulness would have just been embarrassing if not for one crucial detail about his situation. "If you burn up my biomass, I won't be able to get out of your belly even with my spellbook! I'll be stuck in here forever!"

The only response the tiny mage got, however, was an intrigued hum from Claire as she continued rubbing her belly. Was she really thinking of keeping Blake in her belly forever? He had to think of something to convince her that that was a bad idea. Somehow, he didn't think appealing to her kind nature was going to work. She enjoyed having him in her belly too much for that.

Wait, that's it!

"Oh, and if you burn away my physical form," Blake explained, his voice a little less panicked than before, "you won't be able to feel me in your belly. Like, you see this?" He then gave his abdominal prison a good few kicks. "You like how that feels, mom? You like it when I kick and squirm and struggle in your belly? Well I can't do that if I get burned up." He hated that his attempts to escape Claire's belly only made her really happy, but right now, that fact had the potential to save his life. Or at least stop him from becoming nothing but a bodyless soul trapped in her abs.

Claire responded with a more thoughtful hum as she realised that Blake had a point. All that struggling was a big part of what was so great about having him in her belly and she didn't want to lose that. "But what about my figure?" she asked seriously. "I didn't get this nice flat tummy from diets alone. If I don't keep up with my daily exercises, this toned tummy will just turn into a big fat belly. Can you imagine me with a big fat belly? I'd look horrible!"

Blake very nearly shrieked at his mom, asking her if she was crazy. This was practically a matter of life and death for him and Claire was more worried about getting a little chubby? She needed to get some perspective, for God's sake! But the tone in her voice made the tiny mage reconsider. He had heard girls talking about their weight before, but this was different. It sounded like Claire was deeply concerned about looking good and fundamentally frightened that a bit of belly pudge would utterly ruin her figure.

"I don't think you'd look horrible. You're ... you're a beautiful woman, mom, and you'd still be beautiful if you got a bigger belly." Blake knew that his mother needed comforting and this reassurance was the best way he could think to comfort her from inside her belly. It helped that he was being honest about his opinion of Claire's appearance, but it was still kinda weird for the mage to say that his mom would look nice with a big belly. The giantess needed a moment to mull over what her son had said. In the meantime, all he could do was listen to her belly gurgling and groaning and burbling away while waiting for her reply.

"I want to believe you, Blake," Claire said, her voice wavering with doubt that made Blake's anxiety skyrocket. "But ... I dunno ... maybe ... hm ..." She trailed off as she weighed up her own and her son's conflicting mental images of how she would look with a big belly. "I guess I could give it a try," she concluded.

"Give what a try?" Blake didn't understand quite what his mother meant by that. Before he could puzzle it out, however, Claire's reflection disappeared from his view as the giantess grabbed her phone, left her room, and headed downstairs and into the kitchen. "Mom? Mom, what are you planning?"

"I'm gonna see if you're right, dear," Claire responded cryptically as she retrieved a foil-covered plate from the fridge. She then set the plate on the counter and removed the foil to reveal the last portion of lasagna from yesterday's dinner.

"Uh, mom?" Blake stammered warily as Claire placed the lasagna in a dish and put the dish in the microwave. "That looks ... big. And not just because I'm tiny."

"Yeah, Jade had a smaller portion yesterday," Claire explained while waiting for the lasagna to cook, "so I've ended up with a little bit more than usual. But this works out nicely, don't you think? Soon we can find out if I really do look good with a bigger belly!"

Blake suddenly started to regret what he said earlier. That large portion of lasagna was going to stretch out Claire's stomach and make his abdominal prison even tighter than it already was! But it was too late to try and stop his mother now. Besides, at least he wasn't in danger of losing his physical form just from his mom having a big meal.

Soon, the lasagna was ready. Claire plated it up, carried it into the lounge, and sat on the couch. She put the plate on her lap and began to tuck in. Blake could only watch as pieces of his mom's meal rose up out of his field of vision and, after some munching and chewing sounds and a loud gulp from above, he felt the stomach behind him expand to accommodate the mouthful. Delicious morsel after delicious morsel of pasta, cheese, and meat disappeared off of the plate and into Claire's belly, which grew and grew and grew.

"Are ... are you sure ... you don't wanna ... stop?" Blake grunted uncomfortably as Claire's stomach squished him from behind. The gastric organ groaned noisily as it tried its hardest to digest food that wouldn't stop coming.

*OOOOORRRRRP!*

A pocket of trapped gas managed to escape through Claire's throat. "Are you kidding? I'm only halfway through!" the giantess replied just before sticking another bite of lasagna in her mouth. Blake was shocked by his mother's persistence and by her belly's ability to keep up with it. Every time he thought she would surely be full by now, she would devour another bite of lasagna and her belly would balloon out some more. Even though it was behind him and not on top of him, Blake could feel the weight of Claire's meal pressing on him. The only time he got any relief was whenever his mom burped and her belly went down slightly.

"Seriously, you can stop now!" Blake shouted, the agony from the tightness of his home getting to him.

"You said I'd look good with a big belly so I'm making sure I get a big belly," Claire argued, stopping mid-sentence a few times to burp some more. "Besides, there's not that much left." She then ate another mouthful of lasagna, ignoring Blake's protests. There was so much food inside her belly now that she looked like she was a few months pregnant! Blake was so stretched out over the surface of his mom's bloated belly that he could hardly move.

Mercifully, Claire soon finished her meal, licking up some of the sauce around her lips. When she was done, she looked down at the massive bulge that was her stuffed belly. She gave it a rub and a few pats, satisfied with the big meal that she had just eaten. Her bulging belly made a lot of noise as it desperately tried to find a way to digest everything inside it.

*UUUUURRRRP!*

"Oh my God," Claire moaned as she rubbed her belly some more. "Look how big my belly is. Soooooo biiiiiiig!" She then picked up her phone and turned on the camera. "You see that, Blake?" When she held the phone in front of her massive belly, the camera showed Blake just how big it really was now. "That's my belly now. My biiiiiig belly." Claire patted her belly a few more times and her son could see it wobbling with each impact. She then held her phone out further and took a picture of herself to show the tiny mage. It certainly helped him put the size of his mom's engorged belly into perspective. "So what do you think? Do I look good with this biiiiiiiig belly?"

Talking was difficult for the mage to do while his body was being stretched to its limits, so instead he used what little movement he was capable of to give the swollen stomach behind him a soothing rub. Judging by the way Claire chuckled in response, he guessed that she got his message: he liked the bigger belly. Hopefully this meant that she wouldn't be burning up his biomass any time soon.