"What?!" Marc yelped. "I just got here two seconds ago!"
"Yeah--urp--and I'm already wasting--bworp--away," the blob-shaped orca said casually between eruptions of gas. "Now be a good snack and climb in my mouth."
Pearl leaned forward and opened her mouth, rolling out a fat, pink tongue like a red carpet. URRRRP! Her latest belch washed over Marc, making his eyes water. Her breath reeked, smelling like an ocean full of dead fish and junk food. With one fat finger, Pearl pointed inside, acting as if it was completely reasonable to order a man she just met to climb into her mouth and be swallowed down to his doom. Marc had other ideas. He turned around to run out the door and reached for the doorknob. It took his brain a second to process that there wasn't one.
The orca groaned. "You humans are all alike. Why can't you just do what you're told?" Pearl reached into a roll of fat and pulled out a box of cookies. She ripped open the top, lifted it above her head and poured them all down her waiting gullet. She then followed it up by swallowing the empty box.
"Oorp--whatever," she said. "Guess I gotta do this myself."
Even though Pearl had the advantage of size, Marc figured he was easily fast enough to outrun this tub of blubber. He had to run to put distance between him and her until he could find some way to fight her off or escape. Maybe he could crawl through the air vents and--Pearl opened her mouth and heaved herself off the couch with impossible speed. Marc hadn't managed to take a step before the avalanche of fat was falling towards him, her mouth perfectly positioned to engulf him up. It was clear this wasn't her first time.
Marc let out a scream as Pearl landed on her stomach and clamped her jaws around his top half. With practiced ease she slurped up his legs like a noodle. Luckily--for a given definition of "luckily"--she didn't mindlessly swallow him like she had the pizza or cookies. If her happy moans were any indication, the obese orca enjoyed the taste of live prey. The rational part of Marc's brain knew it shouldn't be a surprise, what with all the survival matches she'd fought in and won. However, the rational part of Marc's brain had gone bye-bye, and he was screaming for his life as Pearl sucked and slurped on him, drenching him in saliva and running him over her taste buds. As she tasted him, she let out another belch, then another, and another. Marc choked on the scent, even as he struggled in vain to free himself.
"Knock, knock," a suave anthro velociraptor in a suit barged into Pearl's room without waiting. "I just came to see if you're ready for--"
"Can' talk, Mistuh Tal'n," Pearl slurped. "Eatin'."
"Yes," Dante Talon said, rolling his eyes. "When are you not--Pearl?! Is that the human you've just been assigned?!"
"Uh-huh," Pearl said, unashamed.
"Damn it, Pearl," the raptor said. "You've already eaten the past dozen humans assigned to you this month! Don't you remember our conversation yesterday?"
"Nuh-uh."
The raptor sighed. "I told you that if you ate the human I sent you today, then you've reached your limit for the rest of the season! Do you really want to go the rest of the year doing your own chores? Making your own meals? Training by yourself?"
Pearl grunted and the gears in her brain turned as she continued to suck on Marc. On the one hand: food now. On the other hand: work... But on the one hand: FOOD NOW! What to do? She mulled over the question as Marc begged for mercy in her mouth. Now Marc's fate rested on whether the orca's sloth outweighed her gluttony. Judging by the size of her stomach, her sloth would have to be several tons.
What happened next?
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