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

The decision was made with a sudden, electric spark of finality. Jolteon didn't wait for a formal consensus; she simply stepped forward, her movements a blur of yellow energy that displaced the air around her. With a playful, triumphant grin, she reached out and snatched Mike from Vaporeon’s cool grasp, her fingers gripping him with a firm, possessive strength. Mike let out a small, startled gasp as he was hoisted high into the air, the world spinning for a moment before he found himself staring directly into the wide, hungry gaze of the golden-haired girl. To her, he was no longer just a tiny boy; he was a delicacy, a concentrated burst of flavor and warmth that she could not resist.

Jolteon brought him close to her face, her breath coming in short, excited huffs that smelled of ozone and citrus. She admired him one last time, her eyes scanning his tiny frame—the small black t-shirt, the skinny stomach, and the look of sheer awe and terror in his blue eyes. A low, rumbling purr started in her chest, vibrating through her ribs and into her palms. She opened her mouth, her lips parting to reveal a soft, wet cavern that looked, to Mike, like a warm, pink horizon. He felt the static electricity from her skin dancing across his own, making his heart race in a frantic rhythm that only seemed to heighten her appetite.

With a sudden, decisive movement, Jolteon tilted her head back and lowered Mike toward her waiting lips. He felt the damp warmth of her tongue greet him first, a soft, velvet cushion that tasted of electricity and sweetness. As she began to draw him inside, the world outside vanished, replaced by the rhythmic, pulsing warmth of her mouth. He felt her tongue wrap around him, guiding him deeper into the plush darkness, while the walls of her cheeks pressed against him with a gentle, insistent force. Jolteon let out a muffled moan of satisfaction, her eyes closing in bliss as she felt the tiny human squirming against the roof of her mouth.

The final act was a slow, deliberate swallow. Jolteon tightened her throat muscles, feeling the lump of the tiny boy slide past the back of her tongue and down into the narrowing corridor of her esophagus. He was a small, sliding weight, a tiny passenger on a journey toward the depths of her body. She gasped as she felt him pass the narrowest point, a shudder of pleasure running through her entire frame. With one last, powerful gulp, Mike disappeared from view, sliding deep into the waiting warmth of her belly, where he landed with a soft, muffled thud against the velvet walls of her stomach.

Jolteon let out a long, shaky exhale, her hand instinctively coming up to rub the slight, rounded bulge in her midriff. She leaned back, a look of utter contentment on her face as she felt him settle within her, his tiny movements now nothing more than a rhythmic, comforting pulse against her interior. The other girls watched in envious silence, their own hunger remaining unsated, but Jolteon only beamed at them, her stomach gurgling loudly in a way that announced her victory. She had claimed the prize, and as she felt Mike shift one last time deep inside her, she knew he was exactly where he belonged—safely tucked away in the warmth of her belly.

The silence that followed the final gulp was heavy and thick, filled only by the sound of Jolteon’s rhythmic, satisfied breathing. She stood there for a moment, her eyes half-closed in a daze of sensory overload, feeling the tiny, frantic heat of Mike settling into the depths of her stomach. The other girls didn't move; they were mesmerized by the sight of the small, rounded bulge in Jolteon’s otherwise toned midriff, watching as it shifted and pulsed with every struggling movement from within. The air in the room seemed to hum with a residual electric charge, a lingering echo of the predatory thrill that had just culminated in a single, decisive swallow.

Eevee was the first to move, leaning in with a look of pure, wide-eyed fascination. She reached out a finger, tentatively poking the soft curve of Jolteon’s belly, feeling the slight, muffled kick of Mike against the inner wall of the stomach. "He's still in there," Eevee whispered, her voice a mix of awe and a lingering hint of jealousy. The sight of the bulge—a tangible proof of the tiny boy's presence—sent a fresh wave of warmth through the group, the realization that Mike was now completely enveloped by one of them, his entire world reduced to the pulsing, wet heat of Jolteon's interior.

Jolteon let out a sudden, loud belch that echoed through the room, a sound that was both ungraceful and triumphant. She grinned, her spiky yellow hair crackling with a fresh burst of static as she rubbed her belly in slow, circular motions. "He's so warm," she murmured, her voice thick with contentment. "I can feel him squirming against my walls, trying to find some space." She leaned back against the wall, her sporty jacket flaring open to showcase the slight, rounded distention of her stomach, the skin stretched just enough to highlight the precious cargo she now carried.

The other girls began to crowd around her, their curiosity overriding their hunger. Vaporeon placed a cool palm against the bulge, feeling the rhythmic thrum of Mike's heartbeat echoing through Jolteon's flesh. The contrast between Vaporeon's cool touch and the radiating heat of Jolteon's belly created a strange, shimmering tension in the air. They weren't just admiring a meal; they were witnessing a transformation, the way the tiny human had become a part of their friend, a living, breathing secret tucked away beneath a layer of skin and muscle.

As the minutes passed, the excitement settled into a cozy, intimate atmosphere. Jolteon began to hum a low, vibrating tune, the sound resonating deep in her chest and traveling down into her stomach, effectively massaging Mike in his warm, dark prison. She looked at her sisters with a playful glint in her eyes, knowing that while she had won the prize for now, the experience of having him inside was a luxury she was more than happy to describe in vivid detail. Mike, meanwhile, had stopped struggling, the overwhelming warmth and the rhythmic pulsing of Jolteon's body finally lulling him into a state of dazed, claustrophobic bliss.