Eaten By Leaf
 
You wracked your brain trying to remember how it had happened, and retraced your steps as you sat on the giant tabletop.
 
You had come to the Clearspring clinic for a routine checkup, and had marveled at the strange tree-like house as you had arrived. The resident Leafeon doctor had greeted you in a friendly manner and had asked for you to take a seat while he got ready. But curiosity had gotten the better of you and you had decided to check on the strange, sweet-scented mixture he had left in a flask on his desk.
 
A single sip was all it too for its effects to become clear, and in an instant you had shrunken down to six inches tall. Afraid of getting stepped on by the doctor when he returned you had devised a plan to climb back up onto the table to get his attention, and now that you were finally there all that remained was to wait for his return.
 
The back door of the clinic opened and the Leafeon strolled back in looking refreshed and wearing a clean labcoat. “Sorry about that, I had to make sure my paws were clean.” he explained, though as you weren’t immediately visible he began to look around to you. “That’s odd, I hope they didn’t leave.” he muttered, walking past you as you yelled and flailed to get his attention.
 
Seeing that you couldn’t get his attention you began to look for things to throw at him, and your eyes are drawn to the bowl of berries on the table. You pluck a grape from its stem and hurl it with all your might, but at your size it barely reaches the end of the table before landing on its surface. The Leafeon sighed and shook his head, “I suppose I kept them waiting too long. I told Typh I was busy today, he should have just taken my word for it and left me be.” he sighed, “That Swampert needs to learn he can’t just eat me whenever he wants. I have a life outside of being a snack.”
 
He returned to the table and sat down, and as he saw the stray grape he picked it up and tossed it into his mouth, which snapped shut to seal it inside. He gave it a few chews, the squelching of the fruit being turned into mush was amplified at your small size, and finally he swallowed and let out a breath of satisfaction. Even as the grape reached its destination, his stomach grumbled for more.
 
That was when he finally saw you, his big brown eyes locking onto your tiny form past the frames of his glasses. “Oh, there you are! I thought you had gone home.” the Leafeon beamed, clearly happy to see you as he lowered his head to the table to speak with you directly. His voice boomed and rumbled through your body, despite him speaking at his normal level, “I don’t know how you got so small though, would it happen to do with the fact the vial I left out is empty?”
 
You admit to your mistakes and he gives you a pitiful but understanding smile, “Well, that’s a night of research gone down the drain… still, at least it looks like it worked. I’d say you’re exactly six inches, aren’t you?” he asked before picking you up in one of his forepaws. You squirmed in humiliation in his grip, though that only left him tightening his hold on you as he pressed your side up to the ruler in his other paw. “Exactly six inches. So it isn’t relative to the subject’s original size, the amount you ingest will make you a specific size every time.” his eyes lit up in revelation and glee, “A ten foot pokemon and a five foot pokemon would both be shrunken to the same size if they ingested the same amount!”
 
You smiled nervously, glad to be a part of this scientific discovery, but you were eager to get back to your normal size, especially given how quickly the Leafeon was getting carried away with himself. The Doctor looked down at you as you voiced your concerns, bringing you closer to his face in order to hear you and subsequently leaving you being blown by each breath that comes out of his muzzle. “I know, I should be getting you back to your normal size, but I haven’t prepared an antidote yet. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait it out, and given that I wasn’t able to do my research on the sample you drank, I don’t know how long that will take.”
 
Frustrated but understanding of the doctor’s situation, you agree to stay at your size until he can create an antidote, or until it wears off. At least the way he phrased it made it sound like it was a question of minutes and hours rather than days and weeks. The Leafeon chuckled as he rested you back down on the table, “Now, I suppose the next big question is what to do now? I have quite a few different tests that I was meant to run, but I’ve only written a few of them.” his ears perked as he had his second eureka moment of the day, “Actually… there is one test that might benefit you, if you want to get back to your normal size quickly.”
 
You agreed eagerly, happy to find out there was a way to get back to your normal size faster. The Leafeon smiled down at you nervously, a blush crossing his muzzle as he prepared himself and tried to find the words to explain the test. “Now, I should warn you that this is a rather… extreme test. I want to see whether the effects of Minun berries are carried over after reformation via Reviver seed.” the doctor explained as he held you gently in his paws, “And for that to happen you’ll have to… lose your form in the first place. I was going to be the test subject myself, and I can assure you it’s completely safe. I’ve never seen a Reviver seed fail.”
 
Unsure of what he’s hinting at you opened your mouth to question his method of ‘making you lose your form’, though a low grumble from his stomach answered your question before you even asked it. It appeared that the doctor had skipped breakfast, and from the way his slender belly roared it seemed as though he had missed dinner last night as well. He blushed down at you, his ears tucking back shyly.
 
“Heh, well… Bottoms up.” he chuckled nervously before lifting you above his maw. You found yourself dangling by your feet high above the comparatively giant Leafeon, though you were more keen to land in his mouth than miss and fall what felt like a thousand foot drop to the clinic’s floor. You stared down past his well-kept white teeth, over his pink tongue and down his dark throat, letting out a nervous gulp as you considered your dangerous journey. “Ahhhh…” he teased you, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle to form somewhere for you to land.
 
He let go, and you found yourself freefalling through the air towards your fate. You landed on his tongue with a wet slap, and it immediately dragged you into his muzzle and bound you, beginning to run over you and push you up against the walls of his maw. The Leafeon was very thorough in his tasting, making sure that he had explored every inch of you while occasionally making a little ‘Hmm’ or ‘Mmmph’ sound as though the whole process was very scientific. You were quite aware he was just tasting you though, you could tell from the way his stomach continued to grumble through his body, and the way his murring sent vibrations through your tiny form.
 
He pinned you to the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he took his first gulp to clear his mouth of saliva, then tilted his head back to send you tumbling towards his throat. You slipped past his uvula, which brushed against your back as you found yourself staring down the dark passage way ahead. All you could see was darkness and dark pink flesh, and with a single gulp, it soon became all you could feel.
 
You slipped into his throat, and with each rapid gulp you found yourself slipping further and further until you suddenly stopped. You could hear coughing all around you, and the throat pulsed and began to push you back the other way. You struggled to stay in place, only to suddenly be drenched by cold water as the rhythmic glugging of the Leafeon chugging a glass of water filled your ears. With the help of something to wash you down you slipped through the Leafeon’s esophagus like it was a water slide, and soon you were launched into the ‘pool’ at the very end of it, the body-sized Reviver seed landing on top of you as you arrived and pinning you to the bottom of his stomach.
 
“Uururp…” The Leafeon belched before letting out a sigh of relief as you arrived, a dull thumping on the wall made it clear he was patting his gut. “Sorry about that, my meals usually don’t move quite as much as you do. Please don’t struggle too much, I have somewhat of a sensitive stomach.” the doctor panted, “I suppose now it’s just a matter of… oof.. Waiting. I’m sure it won’t take long, I can take something to aid my digestion if you’d like.”
 
You quickly kicked and punched against the stomach walls to let the Leafeon know this wasn’t what you wanted, though this only resulted in a low rumbling murr shuddering through the Leafeon’s body, as well as his heartbeat accelerating. It became clear to you that you and the doctor had different definitions of a ‘sensitive stomach’, though seeing as he seemed to enjoy it you began to massage the stomach walls with your hands.
 
“Th-there’s really no need to do that… mmph, I-I mean, you’re the one who should be getting comforted right now.” the Leafeon panted, the world shifting around you made it clear he was now resting on his side. You couldn’t help but chuckle over how much control you had over the Leafeon. As you continued to rub his belly you suddenly began to notice something. The Reviver seed had gone from being the size of your entire body to just the size of your chest, and the area around you seemed to be getting rapidly more cramped.
 
“A-ah, I didn’t expect it to wear off this soon.” the Leafeon gasped, his paws pressing down against your head as he tried to keep his belly from getting too big, but despite his best efforts you continued to grow with no plans of stopping. Soon you were back to your full size, forced to curl up with your head between your legs as the doctor was crushed beneath his huge gut, letting out a groan as he rubbed the sides.
 
“Urp, I’ve never been… so full…” Leaf panted in exhaustion, doing his best to nurse his aching stomach. You found that you couldn’t move much at all, save for idly stroking the gut with one of the hands pressed against the wall, or wiggling your toes. The doctor gagged as the pressure built up in his gut, and all the air was drained from his gut in one, uncharacteristically loud belch. “O-oh my.” he blushed, covering his mouth with one hand as he used the other to rub over the bulge you made, trying to settle you down.
 
“W-well, um… this might take longer than expected. I hope our check-up was the only appointment you had today.” the Leafeon laughed awkwardly, “Though this does hinder my experiment somewhat, given that I can’t exactly see if the effects of minun berries carries over if you’re not currently under them. I suppose I’ll have to mark it down as inconclusive for now.”
 
“But, and I mean, if you’d like to help with my research,” the Leafeon stammered shyly, “Perhaps you could come back another time and we could try this again? I’ll make sure the juice is more concentrated next time, you should stay smaller for longer if I get the right amount.”
 
You responded with a gurgle, resting against the stomach as it began to massage you. The Leafeon smiled and nodded in response, “I’ll pencil you in for 8am next Tuesday then. Don’t be late, or you might end up sharing my stomach with my breakfast.”
 
And with that, you fell into unconsciousness, leaving the Leafeon to nurse his heavy gut. In your fading thoughts, you hoped that he didn’t have any other appointments today either, though you were sure he would be more than happy to tell the story to anyone who asked him.