In Space, No One Can Hear You Digest Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 8 by tfwnogiantgf

With his form panting, sweat that wasn't his dripping down and stinging what should've been his eyes, unable to make sense of up or down, Blake let out all his energy. Not in a magic move, but in a scream:

"PLEASE! Rosalina, I'm a human - guy - named Blake! I shouldn't be this small! It feels weird, it squishes everywhere, and I can't spend any more time in this stupid space! Whether that's in and out of your big, rotten belly --!"

Rosalina quietly fluttered her hand over her nearly-bare stomach. "I know this is all so confusing for you. Maybe you want to rephrase that a little?" Her voice crackled slightly in the sparkling stars.

"I'M NOT YOUR CHUB!" Blake squealed out, with no strength for politeness.

"Sorry, that's not very nice. Mama will need to discipline you~"

He swallowed with what was left of his throat - before it felt like coal was pressed in, burning all at his lips. Rosalina had grabbed a small piece of a comet, and was pressing it left and right, her abdomen twisting. With each twirl, he felt a corner of his lips seal off - like it was being zipped, or erased from a painting. His cheeks ached with the pain of a dentist appointment.

"Please, you - can't--!"

"Don't talk, it's much easier if you're quiet." She interrupted him with a slight grunt as she changed her position - now using the chunk for leg raises, her whole body closing in around what little of Blake's form was left. This went from the bottom-up now - his tongue felt like it was being smeared away, the edges frayed and squished into a tight form.

"Mghlp. Bllleh..." His final words before his mouth was altogether removed, burned off his face. He winced, readying himself to struggle in silence...

...And found himself unable to, as his eyelids drifted away, scorched to nothing. Rosalina was doing side bends, exercising her obliques - which meant it was burning slower than before, but still eating away at what was left of his physical form.

"And that..."

CRUNCH. Both ears whisked away.

"Is that."

In a long, hard plank, upon the surface of a planet, Blake felt his hair, his neck, his entire torso shrinking into nothing. The very slightest bit of a nose drifted away...

...And all of Blake's biomass had been totally worked off.

"Good." Rosalina hummed, drifting towards her robe amid the bright stars. "I'm glad it agreed with me in the end."

And within, Blake's soul continued to boil, shifted around with each action - into the unknown, carried upon the Comet Observatory.