You know you don't have much time to think so you just head to the lounge. If anything it'd be easier to hide in a dark lounge than at the gym. Then again, probably easier to hide in the gym since you were already in a pair of swim trunks.
 
The notice the sound of smooth jazz up ahead, the lighting above you gradually becoming dimmer the closer you got to the music. When you make the turn at the end of the hall, you see the lounge up ahead. The place is a sprawling landscape of tables and chairs with a stage in the middle and two bars on either side of the lounge. The place isn't that dark, which means hiding, might be a problem. Worse is the fact that you're still the only one wearing swim trunks. If anyone chose to follow you down the hall they'd be catching up shortly. With no time to turn around and go to the gym, you head into the lounge, trying to act as casual as a swimming trunk clad person can!
 
You're promptly stopped by a three foot tall umbreon before you can get four steps into the lounge. The little guy is holding a clipboard and wearing a pair of blue jeans. He furrows his brow as he looks you over a few times, giving his head as firm shake afterward.
 
"You seriously think you can come in here dressed like that?"
 
"It's an emergency!" you reply, your mind racing a mile a minute to come up with a fake emergency to use. "My friend hasn't taken his medicine for the evening."
 
"What kind of medicine?"
 
"Stuff for his heart!"
 
The pokemon stares at you with his red eyes before reaching forward and yanking your swim trunks down a few inches. You shout and swat at the umbreon's hand and take a step backward.
 
"The hell are you doing?"
 
"Checking for this so-called medicine! You aren't carrying anything so I assumed it'd be in your swim trunks."
 
You blink, the pokemon having caught you in the lie. You take a step backward while a nervous chuckle escapes from your throat. The umbreon places his clipboard on a nearby chair and steps after you, adjusting his jeans in the process.
 
"You come in here with just swim trunks on. You lie to me about why you need to get in. We don't even need to bring up the fact that your wrist band has expired. Do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I can't do my job due to my size?"
 
You shake your head and continue to step away from the now angry pokemon. You notice the yellow circles in his dark fur beginning to glow. You've got a bad feeling about what's going to happen next, so you turn and dart back in the direction you came. Where the hallway bends you see Thad Chetwick appear. You both catch each other's eyes, much to his delight and much to your dismay.
 
*******
 
When given the choice of a large lion you've already escaped once from and a minuscule sized pokemon, you see no reason to chance it with the lion. Spinning around, you rush back toward the lounge. You're taller than the umbreon and figure stronger too. You just need to get into the lounge and see if there's a back exit or something to that nature. You assume there are a couple of side exits in case of emergencies! If you can find one then you can avoid both the pokemon and the hotel owner.
 
The umbreon ahead of you stands in the middle of the hallway and stretches his arms outward, trying hard to block your path. You think it's cute he's actually trying to stop you, especially since you hadn't slowed down in your approach. You shift to the far right of the hall and try and break past the pokemon's lithe body, batting his arm down on your way by. You find it super easy to push through. You make a break for the lounge, but find yourself falling to the ground instead. You glance down at your legs just before you hit the floor. The umbreon's hugging around your knees. You didn't expect the pokemon to put this much effort into stopping you.
 
You get the wind knocked out of you upon hitting the floor. While gasping for air you feel the umbreon roll you onto your back. He grabs the legs of your swim trunks and gives them pull down. You sputter and try and swat the pokemon with your legs, but find your trunks being fully removed. The umbreon throws your trunks over his shoulder and then walks around you and slams a footpaw down upon your chest. You cough several times when the smaller male grinds his foot down on you, finding the pressure he's adding to you awfully high for someone so small!
 
"Everyone always assumes the little guy can't do anything to them!" the umbreon slams his foot into your chest. "People always forget that big things can come in small packages!"
 
You shove the pokemon's foot from your chest and sit up. In the distance you can see Thad Chetwick walking away from the two of you. You sigh in relief, knowing that you just have to deal with this umbreon now. You turn your sight back to the umbreon just in time to see him punch you in the face. You shout in pain and clutch your nose.
 
"Like that feint attack, hmmm? How about another?" The umbreon tries to punch you again.
 
This time you avoid the blow by scooting backward. You then return the pokemon's previous kindness by kicking him in the stomach. The pokemon stumbles backward from the kick while holding his stomach. You scoot further away from the pokemon as he stares daggers at you, obviously upset about the kick. Your body suddenly freezes up. No matter what you do you seem unable to move a muscle. The umbreon's red eyes shimmer as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.
 
"Isn't this just the meanest look?"
 
"The hell did you do to me?!"
 
"I filled you with fear! Let's see you flee from me now!"
 
*******
 
"Can't we talk this out?" you ask hesitantly.
 
"Sure, let's talk this out over dinner, yeah?"
 
You're taken back by those words. The umbreon doesn't seem the type of person to hash things out after getting into a scrap. "Yeah...okay!! We can have dinner!"
 
"Great! ''m sure you'll be delicious!"
 
The umbreon plops down on his knees in front of you. He plucks both your feet from the floor and starts opening his mouth. A puff of warm breath tickles your toes. You don't understand what the umbreon's trying to do. You're obviously bigger than him, there's no feasible way to fit you inside that throat!
 
"I'm not going to fit in there you idiot!"
 
The umbreon snaps his jaws shut and rolls his eyes, "Forgetting what I said earlier about big things coming in small packages? You just stay put and watch yourself get eaten. Gosh, the nerve of some people..."
 
The umbreon continues to mutter about your attitude while sniffing over your toes. He licks over his lips afterward and then gapes once more. You aren't sure what to expect and find yourself watching intently due to curiosity. It wasn't as if you were going anywhere, what with being frozen in place and all. The umbreon manages to work both your feet into his maw. Your toes get tucked into that supple esophagus while the pokemon's tongue glides across your feet and ankles. You feel that tunnel of flesh quiver against your feet right before they get sucked downward. Your butt slides across the floor as your feet wedge themselves down the umbreon's throat. You find yourself staring at the pokemon's neck, disbelief in your eyes. You can feel hot flesh squeezing against your feet, but there's no bulge in the umbreon's neck.
 
Several firm swallows soon drag you knee deep into the umbreon. There's barely a bulge to be seen in his neck. Is the pokemon truly bigger on the inside?! You rack your brain trying to determine if something like that is even possible! While you think about facts and science, the umbreon simply enjoys his free meal. He guzzles up past your thighs next and extends his tongue enough to tickle your dangling orbs. You wish you could wiggle away. The pokemon keeps his eyes locked with yours. He slowly raises a hand and uses it to squeeze his own neck. You feel the sensation. The umbreon then rubs up and down. The throat squishes inward and moves along with that touch. You still have a number of questions, but at least you finally accept that the pokemon seems to have a hammerspace type body. The point is further proven when your waist plunges down that gullet. The top of the pokemon's neck stretches, but the moment you sink downward there's not a bulge to be seen. The sight keeps leaving you speechless.
 
*******
 
It's bad enough that you can't fight back against the predatory pokemon. What makes everything worse is that once you're packed away inside of him you won't ever be seen again. It's a depressing thought to have while belly deep in pokemon flesh. You'd hoped that if you'd gotten caught and eaten you'd have a second chance to get out of that predicament. People can see a panicked set of squirms in a bulging stomach. If you were unable to be seen, there's no second chance. No Good Samaritan would help you if they don't know you're inside of someone. You've never made yourself so sad so fast before...
 
You feel your feet and legs start pushing against a tight spot in the pokemon's body. You figure it's the entrance to that stomach. You're in an awkward position, but you manage to bend your neck enough to look down at the umbreon's stomach. When your legs spill into that empty space, you can see that the stomach doesn't swell an inch. You hear the umbreon chuckle, having obviously watched you look down. You keep your eyes on his stomach for as long as possible. More of your body fills his, but it doesn't seem that way from the outside. You groan out and give the stomach walls a kick. You snap your eyes open and gasp, surprised that you can actually move. You slowly find sensitivity coming back to your fingertips. Your arms soon shift against your sides, not that it does any good now that they've become trapped in gullet flesh. You begin to wriggle like a trapped fish, hoping it'd have an adverse effect on the umbreon's throat and stomach.
 
The umbreon doesn't react to you moving in the slightest. He just continues to work you down, chugging his way over your chest and shoulders. You can see the other male's cheeks puff almost comically with your shoulders. Still, like the rest of you, they become a bulgeless-bulge in his throat once he gulps them down. The pokemon starts working your head inward, your chin feeling the slimy tongue's touch first. A humid sigh of the pokemon's minty smelling breath washes out across you. You take solace in the fact that the umbreon seems to keep good oral hygiene. You get a good glimpse of your chin sliding past that uvula before your sight locks to the roof of that muzzle. The sound of wet flesh fills your ears. Each and every gulp makes an almost deafening squish.
 
"Don't swallow me, please! I'm sorry about the whole kicking you--GLRK--MMPH! Wait...-SLRKGLRK--MMMPH! HHHMPFF!"
 
The umbreon seems uninterested in your apology and just uses his hands to shove your head completely down his throat. He snaps his jaws shut and takes a final swig of your form. His throat bobs one single time, the last visible sign of you traveling downward. You shout the entire way down. The throat muffles every word. The tunnel gives you no quarter as it guides you directly into the stomach below. At first you think you won't fit, your legs taking up most of the space and refusing to shift. You then feel everything jostling, the umbreon obviously working over his gut from the outside. The innards finally roll your legs in an upward motion, allowing your upper body entrance to that steamy middle. Unlike the umbreon's mouth, the unbearably tight sack of flesh isn't minty at all. The odors of meals long since gone hang in the moist air.
 
"Are you in there?" you hear the pokemon ask this while jabbing several fingers along his gut. "Hmmm...yup...there you are!"
 
Every inch of your body gets caressed by the pokemon's touch. His digits grind those slick stomach walls to your form. You shove yourself outward as best you can; punching and kicking each time you have enough room. It doesn't help that everything's in a constant state of motion. From outside you hear the umbreon chuckling and giving his belly a few pats. Those only infuriate you and cause you to shove hard with both hands and your face. The smaller male groans softly at the feeling and traces his still flat stomach with one finger.
 
"Ohhhh, that's it! Keep on pushing and you might eventually make a bulge!"
 
Those words send you thrashing about. You shout angrily and begin fighting against the stomach lining. You bite at it with your teeth and use your fingers and toes to dig into the elastic flesh. Nothing happens. The innards just shake you about and churn you as if you'd been locked away in a washing machine. It doesn't take long for you to tire yourself out. You pant thickly and nudge weakly around. The umbreon flicks his stomach to knock you away from the walls. You splash in the excess drool surrounding you and then smack feebly at the spot you felt the pokemon touch.
 
"Pfft, tired yourself out already? Whatever. You'd think bigger people would put up more fight, but they just kind of pitter out after a couple of energy bursts."
 
You try and put up another fight to show the smaller male that you're still alive and well. The gut decides to just clench down upon your body and manhandled you in several different directions rather rapidly. You find yourself getting dizzy due to the constant rolling. You manage one last kick to the pokemon's stomach before a belch rips up and out of that little guy. The belly squeezes you down into the rising pool of drool and acidic slime. The umbreon caresses his stomach a few times before another belch burbles on up and out, leaving your head heavy and your eyes slowly lidding.
 
"BWRRRRRUP--damn...sorry about that, Tony! I meant to turn my head before that came bubbling up, heh! Seriously though, can you believe that asshole? Thinks he can just run into the lounge in those swim trunks. Mind watching the front while I fill out one of these damn waiver forms? Thanks bud!"
 
The umbreon's griping is barely heard over the sound of gurgling. A little squelch and groan from the belly as it starts processing you are the last thing you experience before being lulled to sleep.
 
GAME OVER