You struggle fiercely, though unfortunately your normal type attacks are no match for your captor. The Gengar narrows its eyes and frowns. "So that's how its gonna be, eh, babe?" He pins your arms to your sides and opens his huge maw. "Maybe a few hundred years in my gut will make you see reason." You shriek in horror as he shoves you into his waiting mouth. You're the perfect fit for his long, thick tongue, which licks you all over your small frame. Then, with one loud gulp, you're forced down his throat. You cry and squirm, but this only makes your journey faster. You're squeezed into his tight, warm belly, which conforms to fit you as snugly as possible. You moan as the muscular walls massage you. The ghost rubs his swollen stomach, pleased with his handiwork. He won't digest you of course, he's not a monster. He just wants you all to himself. Eventually you fall asleep, curled up in your new, slimy bed.
