Pearl awoke the next day around noon. She stretched her fat, little arms as far as they would stretch, shifted her weight off one cheek to let out some morning gas, and grunted contentedly. She'd had a long sleep and was left feeling refreshed, well-rested, and, most importantly, well-nourished. She took in the piles of clutter crowding her apartment, filled with empty food wrappers, dirty dishes and clothes that needed a wash. She knew that if she had a human servant working for her, the place could've been clean enough to eat off of, which appealed to her considering she did little else but eat off of things. However, no human servant would be coming. Mr. Talon had said so. She'd reached her limit and now she'd have no choice but to do all her work herself for the rest of the season. Still, if she had to choose between free labor or a free lunch, food won out every time. She'd never once eaten something and regretted it. Not even that time she'd eaten an entire ice cream truck and gotten the mother of all brain freezes afterwards.
She wasn't completely alone though. Not yet, at least. Though it'd been forty-eight hours since she'd swallowed Marc whole and alive, the little guy, to his credit, had not given up on life in all that time. Alternating between begging for his life or pounding at the walls of her stomach in pitiful attempts to make her sick, her human was hard at work trying to find a way to save himself. She didn't mind it. Whenever she devoured her opponents in Survival Matches, she was usually rendered immobile afterwards, since her meals were just as big if not bigger than she was. She could barely enjoy their struggles with them stretching out her insides. Humans, on the other hand, were the perfect size to snack on. They tended to last for at least a day and during that time they gave the nicest internal massages. Plus, every time she burped she could savor their taste again and again. They were like a meal she could savor long after she'd already eaten it. Marc was no different. He tickled her insides in a funny way and had a yummy aftertaste so she left him to his own devices. He wouldn't escape. No one ever had once she'd eaten them.
The most important thing, Pearl thought, taking out a gigantic size bottle of soda and guzzling it, is that he's right where all food belongs. In my belly.
=== In Her Belly ===
"That's right, drink it all up you fat fish," Marc said as the waterfall of soda cascaded into her stomach. Marc had positioned an empty oil drum on the pile of half-digested food in her gut to catch all of the fizzy liquid. From the smell along the inside, the drum had been filled with fish when Pearl had swallowed it. He had no idea how long it'd been in her stomach, but it hadn't digested yet. Marc had been using it to catch every ounce of soda Pearl had drank since yesterday and now it was overflowing.
The first few hours trapped inside Pearl had been a nightmare as Marc had given in to blind panic and just kicked, screamed and begged to be let out. Naturally all his efforts were met with nothing but silence and continued snacking from his orca captor. When he'd regained his wits, he'd tried collecting all the food into a mountain tall enough to reach the opening leading back to her throat. Unfortunately, the whole thing was unstable, and though he'd reached the opening, he couldn't actually get it open before the mountain collapsed and he was sent tumbling back into the pool of stomach acid. This time the only reaction he'd gotten was an unimpressed belch.
However, that burp had given him inspiration. He'd been around--or rather inside--Pearl for two days now and her expulsions of gas were second in frequency only to her snacking. With the amount of junk food and soda she ate and drank, it was no mystery why. But Marc had to stop himself from laughing with glee when he realized the gas the orca emitted gave him his own built in propulsion system. After he'd found the drum, he began collecting every drop of soda she drank, and now, with the drum full, it was the moment of truth.
"Wish me luck, Andy," Marc said to the skeleton of his co-worker, giving him a thumbs up before wrenching off his leg bone. He drove it into the pile of food, under the heavy drum of soda, and pushed down hard. The makeshift lever went down, the drum tipped over, and gallons of carbonated liquid came into contact with Pearl's insides all at once. The effect was immediate. Everything around Marc started shaking. He braced himself.
=== Pearl's Room ===
Pearl clutched her stomach as it rumbled with the force of an earthquake. She felt like her insides were inflating. She'd never felt like this before. She felt... FULL! Not just full, but like she was about to burst! She didn't even feel like this after she'd eaten that ice cream truck!
She let out a small burp. Then a larger burp. Then an even larger one after that! They kept coming like miniature hurricanes from her belly!
"Was--URAP--it--ORP--something--BBRRAAAAAAPPP--I ate?!"
She couldn't contain herself any longer. Her throat opened involuntarily and the biggest, most earthshaking belch she'd ever made in her life came rumbling out.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
=== In Her Belly ===
Marc gave a joyous whoop as Pearl's insides contracted and he was sent flying out of her stomach. Up and up he went, riding her burp like a nuclear warhead. He made it all the way up her throat. However, the fleshy tube constricted. His momentum started to slow down. He was worried he might not make it. He'd just crested her throat and got his first look at the outside world in two days when he realized whether or not he'd make it.
Would this be enough for Marc to escape? Did the burp carry him all the way out to freedom or did it land him right back in the whale's mouth, just short of freedom and an easy second helping for Pearl to swallow back down?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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