At the very least, Blake could still recognize his own house - specifically, a sunny spot on the table in his kitchen. There was something silvery around him, like a plate - which clattered, tilting slightly to the rhythm of approaching footsteps. Something was coming - something big.

Something with a grey sports bra, and yoga pants in the same shade - with a sweat-soaked, muscular core... Something Blake could recognize anywhere.

The gurgling, hungry abdomen of his own mother.

Claire Heart sighed, stretching from her walk. She readjusted her brown ponytail, and looked down to the snack resting before her. Though she didn't remember a juicy, brown granola bar there, it seemed like the perfect thing to sate her hunger...

Blake squirmed, realizing his new form all too late - as the brunette's nails slowly tore off his wrapping, exposing his chewy form. He tried to scream and struggle, but no part of his body could escape the fingers carrying him directly towards the open, salivating mouth. He was plunged in darkness, the sticky strands of saliva coating him, before...

CHOMP

It only took a few swift bites, so famished Claire was. Her ravenous movement ripped him to pieces, and sent him tumbling down past her uvula, into her throat. A powerful swallow surrounded every part of his consciousness; before he could feel his mushy body travelling through the masticating, undulating muscular tissue.

One more solitary plop, and Blake made his landing in the sea of stomach acid. he could do nothing but bob with what remained of his body. Something outside shook the messy seas, making him feel like vomiting.

Patting her stomach in satisfaction, Claire smiled. "That one REALLY hit the spot, ahh~"