Eevee and her evolutions are getting hungry Eevee (+evolutions) and tiny Mike chapter 2 by The Reaper

The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly, the air thickening not with fear, but with a playful, predatory hunger. The girls had been admiring Mike for some time, but as the clock ticked forward, a collective rumble began to echo among them—a deep, visceral hunger that turned their gaze from curiosity to appetite. They didn't look at Mike as a guest anymore, but as a delectable morsel, a tiny, succulent treat that promised a unique kind of satisfaction. The way they looked at him now was different; their pupils dilated, and their smiles grew wider, revealing the soft, expectant curve of their lips.

Eevee was the first to voice the craving, her voice dropping an octave into a needy, humming tone. "He looks so tender," she whispered, her massive breasts heaving as she breathed in his scent, which now smelled like a gourmet delicacy to her heightened senses. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes locked on Mike's trembling form. The idea of him sliding down her throat, feeling his tiny struggles subside as he became a part of her, sent a shiver of anticipation through her fluffy frame.

Jolteon let out a sharp, electric giggle, her sparks dancing across her shoulders. "I bet he'd taste like a little spark of energy," she teased, her gaze traveling from Mike's blonde head down to his small, skinny stomach. She shifted her weight, her sporty jacket flaring open as she imagined the sensation of him squirming against her tongue before she gave a final, powerful swallow. To her, the idea of consuming him wasn't cruel; it was the ultimate form of intimacy, a way to keep him with her forever, tucked safely away in the warmth of her belly.

Vaporeon, still cradling him against her plush chest, felt a sudden, intense longing to feel him slide past her lips. Her serene expression remained, but her eyes held a shimmering, predatory hunger that mirrored the deep ocean. "He would be so smooth," she murmured, her voice like a siren's call. She brought him closer to her mouth, the heat of her breath enveloping him, her lips parting just enough to reveal the soft, wet cavern waiting for him. The contrast between her gentle hold and the predatory intent in her eyes made the air around Mike feel heavy and electric.

Flareon, Espeon, and Umbreon joined the fray, their voices overlapping in a low, melodic debate about who had the most right to claim the prize. Flareon wanted to feel him melt in her warmth, Espeon desired to taste his essence, and Umbreon simply wanted to claim him as her own. They circled closer, a wall of towering beauty and hunger, their collective gaze pinning Mike in place. He looked up at the circle of goddesses, realizing that in their world, the highest form of affection was to be completely and utterly consumed.

The question is... who will eat Mike?