The Blake Waterfall Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 4 by tfwnogiantgf

Blake rehearsed again. How was ballet? No, how are you feeling about ballet? It was later on Sundays.

He'd been dating Emily for two weeks now, and was still trying to keep up with her. She was his sister's close friend - in fact, Jade said they had a "lot in common" for a while before, which he never got. That woman was a mystery. She'd keep asking about magic spells, even before he'd revealed any of his secrets. She'd always made him pat her midriff when they met up - feeling her lean, tanned abs between a slightly fuzzy top and shorts. And the blunt way she addressed him - holding some of his class notes while saying "hah, what if I just ate this?", tapping her foot if he was even a second late to a date, or pushing him a little too hard on the elbow if when complimented her...

The guy was naturally conflict-averse, a bit of a people-pleaser even; and she seemed to alternate between dragging him about, or asking him to grow a spine. This date, though, he promised he'd tell her everything. Since they were serious, she had to know exactly what she was getting into with his history with magic.

But he froze up as Emily opened the door to her place, and hugged him. "Hey! Blake, check out how they grew with the last dance! It really did a number on me~"

She used both her dainty hands to pull his palm to her abdomen. The musculature was defined, tight, springy... And she giggled a bit when he patted it, the sensations of her sweet breaths through him. She just melted Blake. He couldn't toss all that on her at once.

Blake swallowed as he felt it. "You... You're sweating a lot."

"You calling me sweaty? Do I smell like grilled cheese? Or more like corn?" She cocked an eyebrow to him.

He went on the defense. "No! I'm just saying you look -" he stared over her beautiful form, as she swayed, a bit of sensuality to her. Even standing there, it was like she was dancing... Or a beautiful flower, coated in dew... He could practically pluck her.

Emily laughed. "Choose your next word wisely."

"Thirsty!" He finished. "You need a drink, don't you?"

She pulled him in, and shut the door, smiling wryly, before humming. "You know, I could really use a water bottle on our date out. The problem is, plastic bottles can't biodegrade, sooo~"

Blake rubbed the back of his head. "You don't have a reusable one?"

A smile crossed her face. "Now I do." She slinked her arms down. "I mean, if ooonly there were someone who could conjure a water bottle. Or become one. But that'd take MAGIC, right? I don't know any magicians."

Blake swallowed. He shivered in place. He raised a finger. "I... I studied... Some spells... I've got a book memorized, so... I could try something..."

"Yooooou? Blake Heart?" Emily lay back on her couch, faking a faint with shut eyes. "A magician? Willing to risk himself to satiate me? No, the horror! The fear of having you in me! Then I'd have to feel you all the time! Hear you all the time! Have you wiggling around and jostling and feeling inside my..." She peeked up from her position, and rushed to him. "Yeah get RIGHT in there."

He stood firm. Even as he was about to get in her, he didn't know how she did it. Making him feel fully exposed...

"So you need me to like," Emily gestured at her floor, "set up a summoning circle? I don't have Faith's candles, but I could prolly fake 'em with rolled-up newspapers."

Blake shook his hands, unsure if she was joking. "All it takes is some hand motions, chants, and..."

With a wave, and a whisper, Blake reshaped. His body's extremities sunk in. The 60% of his body that was water consolidated in the center, while the rest shrunk, compacted, and turned translucent. Finally, nothing but a water bottle with a black cap and drawn-on glasses.

"So! I'm here, if you can-"

He wasn't sure if Emily didn't hear him, or just didn't care. She instantly unscrewed him. The sensation of rushing past her soft lips was like a brief kiss... Followed by a long downwards slide. Slipping into chasms past layers of her flesh and muscle. He only barely met with the undulations of her throat before it processed him at high speed. Emily always mentioned she had a remarkable metabolism, to keep her so slim - but this was crazy. He was fading almost as soon as he made contact.

And FWOOM.

"Woah. You were EAGER to get in my belly."

After a sleep that was all-too-short, Emily's voice echoed around him. Her familiar giggle rattled the organic chambers. He pressed back against the walls - but no luck. Her abdomen had his watery form digested, and held tight. Pink surrounded him, embraced him, like a compliment to her red top and bottom. Inside her, so deep he couldn't crawl out with most teleportation spells he knew.

He breathed in. "It's - just like you said!"

Tapping her stomach, rattling him, Emily beamed. "Aren't I the BEST at date planning?"

"And what if I didn't know any transformation spells...?"

"Eh, let's not dwell on what-ifs, Blakey."