The day has been a relatively-peaceful one for you. The sun was shining, not too brightly or hot, and the grass feels cool underneath you. You are sprawled out with your head rested against a tree, paws crossed across your chest, half-asleep, half-awake. You nod in and out of a lazy slumber as the afternoon wears on, not having a care in the world, and big enough for other Pokémon to leave you alone. You just about nod off for good for the day, when a glimmer catches your attention. You snort softly and lift your head in time to see a bright blue ball coasting your way. You curiously watch it maneuver through the sky until it stops just in front of your face, and with a pop the bubble vanishes. In its place was a smarmy-looking mew, maybe a fifth your size, staring vacantly in your general direction. “Why hello,” her voice purrs out, eyes unfocused and grey. You realize that this Mew is blind after a moment, although she doesn’t seem to have much trouble getting about, or keeping her attention focused on you.

Nor does it stop her from looking any hungrier. She clearly isn’t wasting away, sporting a thick set of hips and a vibrant, healthy-looking tail that flicks about in the air behind her. Judging by the name tag about the chain collar she wears, you surmise her name is Myu. Though you were just about to nap, you’re not too bothered by this sudden intrusion, even feeling a little pang of sympathy for the blind Psychic-type hovering before you. Said sympathy devolves in an instant when the Mew floats forward and drags her little pink tongue across your cheek, tummy rumbling as your flavor tickles her taste buds. You quirk an eye as she licks her lips and mumbles happily. “You sure do taste delectable, little snack.” You blink then dismissively wave a paw at Myu, not mincing words and telling her to skedaddle. You are anything but little to her!

In response, a slow smile creeps up along her face. “Oh is that so? You think I can’t devour whomever I desire?” she purrs, floating over to the side of your head and languidly wrapping her tail about your neck. She plants a kiss on your cheek, then gives you another taste, this one longer and slower. Irritated, you make a grab for the personal space-invader. She giggles and floats just out of your reach, tickling your snout with her lengthy tail. “Silly, stupid Pokémon. I’ve already decreed that you are my snack. Your days… hours… minutes are numbered!” A growl bubbles up from your throat, but before you can levy an attack, verbal or otherwise, against the blue Mew, Myu winks at you and glows slightly. You try to move, but feel frozen in place! You attempt to wiggle a limb, thrash your tail, anything at all, but you find your body completely unresponsive. You glare daggers up at Myu, who’s busy pointing and laughing at your plight. Then she pivots to angle herself down to press her snout to yours, staring at you eye to eye despite her blindness. “Why don’t you go ahead and make yourself a little more palatable for a poor little blind Pokémon like myself?” she whispers, that prideful smirk never leaving her face.

You wish to tell her off, but still can’t move… But you do feel strange. All of a sudden the ground begins to rush up at you as everything – from trees to the sky to the taunting Mew – seem to grow bigger! You mentally anguish as you realize that it’s not everything else growing larger: You’re shrinking! Smaller and smaller you get, until you’re maybe half the teasing Mew’s size at best. Only when that funky sensation leaves your body do you regain control of your limbs and can function again. Your roar is but a pathetic squeak, Myu giggling as she settles down beside you, towering over your shrunken form. “That’s more like it,” Myu says, reaching down with a greedy blue paw. You attempt to dip to the side silently, taking advantage of her blindness, only to find the paw adjust itself on its way down! You let out a squeaky squeal when the paw snags you by the base of your tail. You thrash away with it but can’t stop the Mew from lifting you off the ground and holding you at eye level. “Still big enough to be quite the filling snack,” Myu comments to your dismay. In the span of a minute your thoughts had gone from maybe snacking on Myu if she wouldn’t buzz off, to becoming the snack yourself!

You change tack and put on a vain smile, attempting to stroke that ego the prideful Mew clearly possesses. In response, Myu swings you to and fro by the tail, dangling you back and forth like a pendulum, never taking her dull eyes off you. “Now you want to play nice, since you are vulnerable and far too delectable for your own good,” she points out, licking over her now-shining lips, drool dribbling down her chin. Myu spends the next few moments idly spinning you about, leaving you grasping for your tail to try and break free. But every few seconds the Mew dips her head in to lick and taste you. At this size you find yourself more quickly-coated with slobber, it thicker and more restraining. At one point you find yourself unable to shift a paw about as it becomes glued to your side. Your vision starts to spin with all the swinging about Myu is doing, playing with you like a common Rattata caught by a Persian. You let out halfhearted squeaks and begs for the powerful Pokémon to let you go. With a giggle Myu obliges, loosening her grip on your tail and sending you plummeting back to earth. You land with a soft thud and are stunned, jaws slackened in shock as you try to recover from the sudden stop.

Myu doesn’t give you the opportunity. Her psychic energies once more ensnare you and you find yourself scrunched from all sides. You try to squeal but the air is driven from your lungs, your protests dying before they leave your lips and coming out as rasps. Myu squeezes tighter, then relents, hovering you up to eye-level. “What are you trying to do? Beg for forgiveness? Call for help? There’s nothing you can do, little weakling, now that I’ve declared you to be my food.” Your heart starts pounding when her jaws open up big and wide, easily large enough to shovel you in and swallow you down! Drool that had built up from all that tasting was dangling in thick strands as the Mew maw is presented to you, uvula twitching ahead of a dark gullet in the background. You manage a raspy plea for the mighty Myu to not eat you alive! She promptly ignores you, and shoves your head into her jaws, clamping her furry lips shut around your upper body.

You go into an absolute panic, straining every last muscle to flail and protest. But the psychic hold keeps you firmly held tight as Myu spends several moments lapping and tasting over you. You can’t even blink as the thick tongue glides over your face, slobber drenching your upper half completely. On the outside the Mew happily plays with you, poking and prodding with her paws and tail, squishing any pockets of pudge you may possess, shifting you this way and that. You think it’s curtains, sealed in the dark Pokémon maw, when light returns all of a sudden. Myu sighs contently and peels you out, her fore legs crossed as she licks her lips in thought. “You know what?” she muses, shuffling over to where you were resting not 10 minutes ago and hovering you inches from her face still. “I think I’m not going to eat you after all.”

Your heart soars. She wasn’t going to eat you! She was letting you go! “No, I’m not letting you go, little snack,” she sneers, you mentally gasping at the notion that she can read your very thoughts! Myu licks her lips and idly swishes her tail about through the air. “I don’t feel like going through the arduous efforts of swallowing you down. But you are going to be my nourishment this afternoon, make no mistake.” You’re hovered closer and are confused by the apparent contradiction in actions. Myu reaches with a single paw and scratches under your chin. “Be sure to squirm and plead and beg. I adore such fitful pithy efforts.” Then in an instant you are released from her psychic hold, the Mew staring down at you with a hungry blind look. You start to back away slowly, noting she isn’t making any effort to stop you. Then you turn and try to make a dash for freedom, not caring about how small you are as long as you’re getting away with your life!

That psychic glow folds around you once more and you can’t help but despair. It lifts you up and turns you around, and you see Myu’s eyes glowing intensely. The glow around your body brightens, and you motor your legs uselessly through the air to try and escape. Then there’s a sudden flash, and the day turned dark. The mild climate became humid and sticky. The sprawling space was suddenly dark… wet… slimy. You hear a loud groan all about you, noting that you can move of your own free will again… but there’s nowhere to go! “Ahhhh,” Myu purrs, resting against the tree you were trying to nap against, her hind legs splayed and tail flat to the ground with her fore paws pressing into the bloated stomach bulge she now possessed. You realize with horror that the Mew just teleported you straight into her churning stomach! “What a pleasant snack.”

You can’t help yourself but to cry out in fear. The Mew had sent you straight to her stomach as if she swallowed you down, and now you were trapped in the stomach, whose acids were already churning around your lower half, and rising. Myu’s paws press hard into your many bulges, squishing and squeezing you uncomfortably every which way. Myu licks her lips, reminding her of the flavor you had when she was tasting you, and you can hear every lip-smack. But your concern is more immediately drawn to the active stomach walls compressing all around you, squelching and squirting fluids all about the stomach and holding you tightly in place, just like the psychic preview you received earlier.

“You are serving me well as a filling snack, little Pokémon. Take pride in knowing that you’ll be a part of me for eternity. Even if it means sacrificing your own pathetic life in return.” The ensuing squeaky wail of horror that escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself just brings a smile to the sated Mew’s face. She wriggles her rump to get comfortable and sighs, patting her bulging stomach with a few watery thumps as the gurgles and groans sound out from the furry gut. And you’re in the midst of it all, unable to see a thing but feeling the itchy acids completely coat you from head to tail. The fluids splash against you and seep deeper into your fur to get at your body. The last thing you hear from the outside world is the sounds of the Mew quietly sleeping. Her rhythmic breaths are occasionally punctuated with a slurp of the tongue, as she dreams about having eaten you. To be on her mind so fervently is certainly an honor! An honor you do not feel at all as darkness takes you, the churning fluids getting to work on your body to convert you to fat and nourishment for the haughty Psychic-type. Your body melts into gooey sludge over the course of hours, and Myu’s hips grow just a bit bigger in the process. You’re nothing but a paunch on her belly by the time she awakens, and when she does, she’s forgotten about you entirely.