Peach Punishment! Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 8 by tfwnogiantgf

"You just got so much fatter!" Blake blurted out.

"Ohhh... Oh?" For the first time that day, Peach had lowered her airy voice and teasy tone. Instead, she took slow breaths, gradually rocking and swaying him inside. So that got through - he decided to keep on that path, if it'd give him a chance to be noticed.

"I was already crowded and cramped! You really think I'd like being buried in more blubber? Come on! I can FEEL the mass building up!" Unfiltered, but it was the truth; the crackle and groan of bulbous tissue around him made it harder and harder to focus, let alone move.

A little sniffle. "I was hungry... I thought you'd be hungry too..."

The lump on her stomach flared red from Blake's pent-up frustration. "If you're gonna eat, don't eat something so fattening!"

It was harsh. Now that he had that out... Maybe it was best he'd kept it in. He couldn't bear thinking of the sweet princess with tears in her gentle blue eyes...

SNAP.

Almost instantly, the sensation of velvety glove pinched his little corner of the world. The pain shot through his joint at a feverish pitch, rendering him incapable of anything but screaming. Peach pulled his little area of biomass out, and then back - making it spring right into her core.

"That's~not~allowed~!" A hint of anger lingered in her grit-teethed cheer, making Blake shiver.

Soon, she drove both digits in. And twisted. Despite her obliviousness to his pain, it felt like she fully understood the exact pressure point to poke him at which made him ache with pain. The drill distorted and twisted the bulges of subcutaneous fatty cells, closing in and choking him out.

"You're right! I'm a bit full today! But don't you think the extra curves look peachy on me?" She giggled, drawing a circle around his spot.

"Peach..." He panted. "I can't..."

"Oh, that's right! You can't see a thing~ Then I'll help you feel it!"

What sounded like leather against skin rung out. She had removed her glove -

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

And battered him with a wave of slappy attacks with the floppy thing, making his stomach-bound realm bounce to and fro, struggling to keep up with her pummeling strikes.

Followed by peach moving on to her hand, the pressure far harsher as the monarch buffeted him with blows from the bare skin, making her dress fabric crumple and his whole fleshy environs bound like a basketball.

"Ah! I know! This'll squeeze me into shape!"

Plucking out a thin ribbon from her time at the Sparkle Theatre, Peach tied it around her waist. Blake tried to protest with an "I'm sorry!" as he realized what was happening. But it was all muffled by the silky material, as she tightened it.

Like a corset of old, or waist trimmer belt, the tension around Blake increased to a horrifying magnitude as she tugged the ribbon around her. Everything clamped up, shimmering and shaking as it struggled to fit in the abs. Her slight breaths of effort rang out and shook him further. It was like being crushed from all sides, as she pulled and tugged him in place.

When she let it off, Peach let out a sigh, and giggled. "Awww~ You said some things you didn't mean, and I went a bit too far. We both overreacted a little, didn't we?" She offered her hand to her stomach in a handshake - but Blake drew away from it in terror of being struck again by the horrific pressure.