"Awwwghghaah... I never thought you'd say something like that! You really do know that the way to my heart is through the stomach... I'm not gonna let you down! I'll do my best with this, r-really!"

Citrine's whole body shook as she spoke. The muscular layers around Blake warmed up, her hyperventilation making the entire flabby region of cells expand and shrink rapidly. He felt unable to keep solid footing inside it. "Hey, it's... It's really great to hear that! - URGH!"

While he felt joy inside his formless heart, he also felt incredible compression. She lifted her shirt to deliver a tight hug, both massive arms reaching around him and fully encircling his very being. Flesh against flesh, it was impossibly tight. Blake started to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and blood flowing in, so tight was his new girlfriend's gargantuan grasp. It combined with his existing conflicting emotions into the most bizarre feeling - and all he could wonder was what would come next.

"I'll make sure to pet you all the time, and I'll even get an extra headphone for my belly when I'm listening to podcasts..."

Those words suddenly set off alarm bells in the back of Blake's mind. "Wait. You don't have to do that... You're letting me out soon, right?"

It was impossible to see Citrine's face, but the laughter around him indicated a very pleased demeanor. "Of course not. This is soooo cool... You're really inside me! It's a sign of our shared love!"

"But I - GMMMGH...!"

Instantly, Blake felt cold steel muffling him. A small ring SNAPPED around Citrine's plump flesh. He felt pinned in place, and chilled to the touch by the presence of this jewelry - not piercing into her, but still very tightly bound. She cooed, making warm reverberations through his body. "It's a Ring of Resistance!... I, uh, for my D&D character... But I'll let you borrow it, it looks good on you!"

Blake felt his voice getting weaker with it pressing in. He thrashed, and pounded with all his might at the surrounding walls. "Please no! I want to be with you, but I - I don't want to be stuck in your plump belly!"

As soon as those words came out, Citrine jumped out of her seat. "Y-you're right! I'm getting chubby..."

"No, it's not that, I just don't..." Blake felt his voice muffled as muscle closed onto muscle, squishing him into place.

"You've done a lot for me... So it's only right I start working on myself, too! I promise I'll get to working out right now - for my belly bf!"

Immediately, Citrine got to performing crunches. Each tight IN and OUT motion burned him up.

"Please, don't... Urgh... This slow torture..." His voice was practically swallowed in the sweaty layers of abdominal flesh.

Citrine nodded. "Faster, then! For you!"

She got sweatier and hotter than Blake had ever seen her before - pushing herself further and further for his "pleasure"... When he just wanted a way out!