A little TOO sweet Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 7 by tfwnogiantgf

"Two..."

The strained, weak voice Blake let out was interrupted by another horrific, resounding gurgle. The hellish noises of her stomach felt entirely dissonant with the sweet face she had up, the constant giggling from above, and the little spring in her step below as she marched to a new location in the castle.

"Oh my! Gum is sweet, but not very filling! I'm going to need to give you some friends~!"

Blake instinctively shuddered. "I have plenty of friends! Back home, where I belong! What do you mean?"

She patted her stomach, rubbing her delicate fingers in a way that made her abdominal muscles bounce and bound with annoyingly bright energy; as if each were bopping to a song. "Do you know where we are? Guess!"

"I can't..." As her pacing stopped, he could hear rustling, unscrewing, cabinets moving, and the slight mechanical hum of what seemed to be a refrigerator. "A kitch-"

"The kitchen! That's right! And I'm going to fill my belly up so it's all happy!"

Peach's soft lips parted, plopping a cream-filled chocolate inside. She swept it around her cheeks. From his spot deep inside, Blake could almost taste it himself. And yet, human sensations like tasting snacks were a distant memory in his new, belly fat form. The PLOP of the soft sweet shook him as it landed, waves from the stomach acid battering him.

Blake grumbled. "Sugary stuff won't leave you full very long, you know." He knew it was mean, and didn't help much - but he felt he deserved a little bit of sarcasm to swallow this bitter pressure himself.

"You're right! I'll need more! Aaaaahhn!"

He instantly regretted his words as the princess opened her cookie jar. Instantly, a boatload of chocolate chips flowed down her maw, processed by her perfect pearly white teeth. The extra pressure made his surroundings already feel like they were about to burst asunder, walls closing in on him, the masses of pink prodding and pounding at him relentlessly.

Blake forced his most polite voice with Peach's organs seemingly focused on attacking him from all sides. "I think that's enough!"

Unceremonious PLOP after PLOP of hard candies fell down Peach's pink tubes, sliding into her stomach. The drumming was like a marching rhythm that punctuated heartbeat and moans of enjoyment. "So tasty..." And they were much sturdier than the previous chocolate, like marbles that rolled over Blake's back, and kept rearranging him in place.

"PEACH!" Blake cried out.

She opened her refrigerator; swiftly spun a fork in her hand; and plunged into a cake slice. The vanilla and strawberry entered her system in fluffy, puffy chunks, slipping into a molten mess into her welcoming gut. The growing mass of sugars built up around Blake; he could've sworn he could feel the fat cells bubbling up all around him.

"Nom, nom!" Peach cleared it all down with a few more gulps, rubbing her stomach. The jiggling mass of new food pressed and tormented Blake from every side, relentlessly pounding him. Even the little wiggle Her Highness made as she got out of the chair was like a jackhammer to him. "Well! Are you happy now that you have more food friends?"

Blake thought hard about his next words: