Ground down by The Grind Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 5 by tfwnogiantgf

Claire was at work. That's the only way he could explain the low murmur of background noise, complimented by occasional telephone rings, and continual typing. The glare on his part of her midriff was distinctly from a computer monitor she was standing before.

Midriff? Blake thought. He wasn't actually that familiar with Claire's office attire, but was that really part of the dress code? Maybe they were just at the library, or even a home office. He wiggled around and called out, figuring either way, she'd want to know he was there.

"Mom! Hey!"

A quick THWIP from her hand slapped him in place, the surrounding fat tissue warbling and warping by her brisk blow. He could recognize, from the noise, she was wearing a polo shirt that stopped just short of her navel, above a pencil skirt. Casual Friday. Right.

"Shh. Not now, I'm working. Important for me to focus."

He groaned slightly, his body regaining its form slightly post-slap. He groaned. "Sorry, I lost track of time, what with all the bubbling, churning, swaying, and swimming inside you. Trying to get your stomach well enough to work here!"

That got her typing to stop, and she began pinching him tightly. The surrounding layers of flesh and muscle closed in on him far tighter, walls pressing in and compacting his belly-lump to a fraction of his previous scale. It was a precise and targeted squeeze that made him ache - especially the way her nails dug into the flesh.

"I'm telling you, Blake." She whispered, but with a hint of irritation. "If you don't calm down in there, you might just earn a permanent stay."

He froze. What she'd promised would be a short time had devolved to an eternity. There was nothing he could say... Especially since he was still trying to recover from the pinch while her digits pulled away.

With a few seconds of nothing but groaning and slight wiggling, trying his best to massage the area, Blake took a pause. Claire had gotten back on her keyboard. "...If you behave, we'll see about getting you out."

That was better than nothing. Tentative. But better.

He had so little stimulation inside the stomach, besides the keystrokes. He tried reciting his spell book; slowly wiggling against the walls, hoping she wouldn't feel anything; almost humming, but trying to keep his voice down... Long hours passed, and she didn't even take a bathroom break.

Finally...