Eevee swallows Mike Eevee (+evolutions) and tiny Mike chapter 3 by The Reaper

The decision was made with a collective, humming agreement that vibrated through the room. Eevee stepped forward, her cream-colored hair billowing around her like a soft cloud, her wide eyes now shimmering with a singular, focused hunger. She didn't just want to hold him or admire him; she wanted to feel the tiny, warm weight of Mike sliding past her lips and settling deep within her. As she reached out to take him from Vaporeon's gentle grip, her massive breasts swayed with every eager step, the fabric of her tan dress straining as her breathing became shallow and hurried. She cradled him in her palms, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation, feeling the frantic beat of his heart against her skin.

Mike looked up at the girl who had been the first to greet him, seeing the optimistic smile now twisted into something more primal and possessive. The scale of her was terrifying yet magnetic; she was a mountain of soft curves and warmth, and he was nothing more than a morsel. Eevee brought him close to her face, her nose brushing against his tiny chest, inhaling his scent one last time. She let out a soft, needy moan, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in a slow, deliberate motion that left a glistening trail of moisture. To her, Mike wasn't just a boy anymore; he was a delicacy, a precious treat that she intended to savor completely.

With a slow, deliberate grace, Eevee tilted her head back and opened her mouth, revealing a warm, wet cavern that smelled of vanilla and honey. The other girls watched in a rapt, envious silence, their own hunger mirrored in the way they leaned in to witness the event. Mike felt the air shift as he was hoisted higher, the world blurring until all he could see was the soft, pink expanse of her throat and the white gleam of her teeth. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a mixture of terror and a strange, magnetic attraction to the inevitable. As the warmth of her breath enveloped him, he realized there was no escape, and strangely, he didn't want one.

The descent began slowly. Eevee didn't simply gulp him down; she wanted to feel every millimeter of his tiny frame as he crossed the threshold of her lips. She pressed him gently against her tongue, the wet, muscular surface tasting the fabric of his black shirt and the salt of his skin. Mike felt the world plunge into darkness as her lips closed over him, sealing him away from the light and the gaze of the others. The sensation was overwhelming—the wet warmth, the rhythmic thrum of her breathing, and the sheer, crushing softness of her mouth enveloping him in a tight, humid embrace.

Then came the swallow. With a powerful, rhythmic contraction of her throat, Eevee tilted her head back and squeezed, the muscles of her neck undulating as they forced Mike downward. He felt the sudden, intense pressure as he was sucked deeper into the dark, wet tunnel, the walls of her throat squeezing him in a tight, pulsing grip. With one final, wet gulp that echoed through the silent room, Mike slid past the narrow opening of her esophagus and plummeted into the deep, pulsing warmth of her stomach. Eevee let out a long, satisfied sigh, her hand coming up to rub her now slightly rounded belly, her eyes closing in a state of absolute, blissful fullness.

The room remained silent for several moments, the only sound being the heavy, satisfied breathing of Eevee. She leaned back against the wall, her legs splaying slightly as she let out a soft, guttural moan of contentment. Her hand continued to massage the gentle curve of her stomach, feeling the tiny, frantic movements of Mike as he settled into the depths of her warmth. To Eevee, the sensation was intoxicating; she could feel him squirming against the walls of her belly, a living, breathing presence that filled her with a sense of complete ownership and affection. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of him becoming a part of her, her wide smile turning into a look of pure, sleepy bliss.

The other girls didn't move, their eyes fixed on Eevee's midsection with a mixture of longing and fascination. Jolteon was the first to break the spell, stepping forward and leaning in close to Eevee's stomach. She could hear the muffled, distant sounds of Mike's protests echoing from within, a faint, rhythmic thumping that spoke of his disorientation and struggle. Jolteon reached out, her fingertips grazing the tan fabric of Eevee's dress, feeling the slight bulge where Mike was currently perched. A spark of electricity danced across her fingertips, a playful jab intended to get the tiny boy's attention from inside his wet, pulsing prison.

Vaporeon glided over, her translucent outfit shimmering as she knelt beside Eevee. She placed a cool palm over the warmth of Eevee's belly, her eyes softening as she felt the vibrations of Mike's movement. "Is he comfortable in there?" she whispered, her voice a serene hum. She leaned closer, pressing her ear against the fabric to listen to the sounds of the small human being cradled by Eevee's internal warmth. The idea of him being so completely enveloped, surrounded on all sides by soft, pulsing walls of flesh, seemed like the ultimate luxury to the serene girl, and she felt a surge of vicarious comfort.

Flareon, Espeon, and Umbreon circled around them, creating a tight, intimate ring of beauty and curiosity. Flareon's voluminous orange hair brushed against Eevee's shoulder as she leaned in, her breath warm and smelling of cinnamon. "He's so small, he must feel like a little seed in a giant garden," she murmured, her gentle eyes shimmering. Espeon watched the rhythmic contractions of Eevee's stomach with a clinical yet affectionate interest, her psychic senses picking up the waves of confusion and warmth radiating from Mike. She could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his panic giving way to the overwhelming, humid heat of the girl's interior.

Umbreon remained slightly apart, her golden rings pulsing with a dim, rhythmic light. She watched the scene with a stoic expression, though the slight curve of her lips betrayed her satisfaction. The group had reached a state of equilibrium; the hunger had been sated, and the treasure had been claimed. They began to murmur softly about the future—how they would take turns feeding him, how they would keep him hidden from the world, and how Eevee would be the first of many to experience the bliss of having the tiny boy tucked safely inside her. The room felt smaller, tighter, as they huddled together, bound by their shared secret and the rhythmic, pulsing warmth of the boy held deep within Eevee.