You take off, zooming past his right shoulder...
...and right into his buff arm, which he uses to hug you to his chest and round belly. Nooot the best choice. He wastes no time, knowing you'll try to run if he isn't quick. The dragon tosses you in the air, sending you flipping head over heels in an impressive showing of strength.
You plummet into darkness, into a slimy, tight darkness. Too disoriented to move, even the dragon's moan of pleasure doesn't tell you where you are until a thick wet "GLULPK, GLORPH" tugs you down, pressed by the peristalsis of powerful throat muscles. You're shoved at first, but soon you slide down into a wider, darker chamber of the dragon's hungry stomach. The groans and churns of the abyss are your ambiance as the stomach stretches to accommodate for you. You kick and punch the stomach walls, but they are remarkably resilient and stretchy...
Outside, the dragon snickers and slaps his belly, wobbling the bloated, slick dome as damn near perfect imprints of fists and shoes bulge outward, and even a face briefly...
"Heh, that's the ticket bud!" he laughed, hefting his belly up, then dropping it with a hard bounce, the underside bulging with your shape briefly. He lets out a thick belch and walks off with you churning in his belly, pleased with his lovely lunch...!
