The Big Melt Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 8 by tfwnogiantgf

"It's not that hard, just try shimmying with me." Rebecca seemed to not have a care in the world as she swung left and right in what little room she had. Not a care but "looking after" Blake - who had even less room within the embrace of her squelching, oozing abdomen. She was carefully shifting her weight across her soles for this hip drop - which pounded him like a jackhammer.

Without much other option, or anything to occupy himself, Blake began dancing too. He'd moved from initial shock to dejected acceptance - or perhaps bargaining. As if moving enough, squirming, replicating snake-like moves to the would help him out. He tried to get into the organic, squelch-punctuated humming around him. But as his limbs weakly joined together, and the undulations around him reached new crescendos with each moment...

He noticed, he couldn't feel his left arm. And when he tried to stick his right one out, it was starting to drip to bits. Like candlewax against a flame. He was losing his arms. They were melting.

"I - I'm on fire or something!" He squealed, trying to pound at the pink, wet walls with nubs that were rapidly shrinking, diminishing from elbows to halfway down his shoulders. He couldn't even hold on tight, with his fingers naught but whisps in the misty surrounding air.

"Yeah, we both are. Burning inside!" She swung her hip around. Like a bunch of pinpricks, it ate away at the remainders of both arms, making them slowly dissolve. A few casual sways to end this portion of the dance, one little poke - and Blake's arm had vanished, not even a phantom sensation coming through.

Blake squealed. "It's burning bits of me off!"

With Rebecca shifting around, her shoulders and hips moving in a figure eight, she let out a laugh that would've sounded warm if not for the circumstances. "Well, Claire didn't drop you off at the playground or park, did she? Get used to it moving, it's part of staying in shape."

He felt the omnipresent, constricting motions choking him like a cobra of flesh and meat. "I can't feel my arms... They don't exist anymore..."

She gave him a little thwack - though he couldn't tell if it was part of the dance for a moment. "You're not a person, you don't need those anymore~ In fact, you look better on my tummy that way!"

Blake struggled once more to look for an exit. He would even go back to his mom - she wasn't treating him this awful!