Indeed, the walls of your prison seem o be closing in. You ty to fight it, kicking and screaming, but to no avail. Your fists and feet against the thick, wet meaty flesh on the inside of the dragon have no effect whatsoever. The space you're trapped in gets smaller and smaller until it completely surrounds and immobilizes you.
You try your best to move, but can't even lift a finger as the dragon's body compresses you even more. You find yourself struggling to breathe when suddenly you feel your hands being sucked into the organ wall next to you. You scream and tug with all your might, but to no avail as your feet and legs up to your knees are sucked in as well. Now you can't even move in the slightest and can only wait in terror as gradually, your forearms, waist, stomach, chest, and shoulders are sucked in. As your head is slowly pulled in, you find yourself feeling drowsy. As a tingling sensation overtakes your aimless form, you hope your death comes quickly.
You are suddenly jolted awake by the sensation of rushing. Your energy, your being, your soul, whatever you want to call it, is being stretched and pulled like taffy, growing large and filling up spaces in the dragon's body. You feel pressure as your form is absorbed into the dragon's tail, hindquarters, stomach, chest, front legs, and neck. You flop the next around as you rush into the dragon's head, it's eyes opening wide as you throw its (your?) head back and let out a her of fire.
(WAIT, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?)
You lower your head, panting from the suddenly rush, and look down. You are shocked to see the colossal form of a res dragon below. You're about fifteen times bigger than you were before, and you feel much more powerful.
(What happened? What have you done to me?)
a voice suddenly rings out in your head. You shake it and say aloud, in a decidedly feminine voice, "Excuse me?"
(You've taken control of my body! How did this happen?)
The voice cries out in your head again, and you recognize it as the voice of the dragon from before.
You take a few uneasy steps forward, not accustomed to your size or bulk. You feel a vague ticklish sensation near your forelegs, back legs, and tail.
(Shit! Are you in complete control?)
She asks. "Yes." You say. However, no matter how much the tickling continues, you still remain in complete control. (You terrible human, give me my body back!) She cries.
You simply smile slyly and shake your head. "No can do, miss. You were going to kill me or something when I walked on the cloud." You admire your gleaming red scales again. "I'm going to have a little fun..."