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They held on for all that they were worth, but against the determination, strength and weight of a several ton Orca they had little resistance to offer. Shamu held their feet in his jaws firmly and seemed to decide to go for the two together.
With his body back in his element he pulls them loose from their feeble grips and opens his maw wide as they slide towards him. Shamu closed his jaws swiftly about the pair of legs, as he chomps and gulps with a heaving swallow, introducing the two sets of feet from the cold water, to the slick warmth and heat of his throat.
”Oh man, this sucks! Dont eat us please whale thing!” One of the prey tries to reason with his devourer.
”Aaaah-grrpble!” yelled the other as he for a moment dunks his face in the water.

Shamu began to make quick work of the other two, the bull wasting no time, working the two together with rythmic showing and squezzing of his tongue, trying to cup it around them for easier swallowing. Deeper and deeper as they were dragged into his throat, Shamu enjoying every moment of it as the bull felt the inside of his belly squirming and struggling, the occupants breathing in the stale fish-smelling air that was trapped within. With another deep gulp, the duo sank to their waists within Shamu's gullet, their heads now barely above the surface.
Their struggles were rowdy as they squirmed and even punched at one another as they tried to push at the other to get out, the mouth was slick and and wet and slippery with no grip to find, they might try to hold onto Shamus jawline but even that was hard.
With increased practise in man-eating, Shamus hearty deep swallows squezze them both down quickly, flailing arms and shouting heads slipping into the Orcas gape and out of sight.
The unlucky one to have been swept into the water watched in horror at the scene of his friends dissapearing into that widelly stretched Orcabelly. It was hard to believe 6 of his friends were crammed inside the containing body of that killerwhale, devoured like morsels of fish with ease.
”H-Holy shit. Gotta get out of here before im next!” He began to pulse the water to towards the ledge on the opposite side of the pool, perhaps hoping not to be spotted. His body was already numb from the cold water and the ledge seemed an eternity away.

Meanwhile, closing his jaws about the two morsals, Shamu gave a nice powerful swallow, and with a slight 'pop' the two slid in tandem down towards his belly, bulging out the throat and fattening his sides more.
The wriggling sensation in his body and the feeling of his gut's size, now rather nicely bloated, Shamu couldnt help but audibly croon in a moments pleasure. He was filled all kinds of odd sensations, the alchohol within him shifted his mood from feeling cranky to woozy and unclear all grouped with the overbearing serious case of 'munchies'.
There was one more floundering in the water, attempting to climb out, he turned to swim towards it almost automatically, he wasent done here yet, he'd eat every last one of them.

He almost thought himself safe, the ladder to climb out was only a few strokes away for his reach. So focused was he on his goal that the fact that a large orca lazilly diving down under him and suddenly appearing infront of him jaws wide caught him by so much suprise he didnt even stop swimming and swam right into the pink and black fleshy gape headfirst.
A muffled strangled yelp is all that he manages to utter before the ever greedy gullet accepts yet another meal down its slick passage.
Shamu tips his head up easilly chomp-gulps his meal down, kicking feet that flail into the air providing some brief amusment.
Compared to the first gangmember that went down, the only problems Shamu might be experiencing with swallowing this human down is that his stomach really is packed with people. Though the alchohol is giving him a wild munchies urge, even such an urge will eventually be filled.
The warmth of of Shamus gullet encompassing the swallowed punks body are like a relief for how chilled he is from the water. But its quite a misguided sense of relief his mind is giving him, he'll soon be ingested entierly and although he'll be warm, he'll not be comfortable when he joins his companions in the bloated stomach.
And indeed, when the human joins the rest of his companions in the gut, there is a collective groan of discomfort as another body joins the fill and the compartment gets even tighter.
Young punks once cocky, abusive and thinking themselves ontop of the world. Now they lay packed like sardines, crammed against eachother and the stomach walls, their collective bodies stretching and bloating Shamus midsection outwards to the sides and even sagging downwards heavilly. They groan and mutter in there, trying to communicate, trying to groan in discomfort and complain in disbelief. They were food for an Orca, it was hard to accept, hard to grasp. But a low and loud groan of the stomach shifting around them, churning inwards in a constrictive motion does its best to sober them up to their new ”food” status.

Belching happily, finally starting to feel sated with his belly wide and hanging beneath him, full of squirming prey inside, Shamu figured he was finally done. He was starting to sober up slightly, but it was probably temporary, as the alchohol in the bodies of his meals would certainly push the bull into a drunken stupor again once digestion kicked in full tilt.
Cruising about in the water, slowly flicking his tail to move his fat sides about the pool, Shamu snorted at a sudden 'Tonk' of a can bouncing off his head.

”You ate them all! You big fish! You ate them all didnt you! Just you wait, i'll teach you! They're gonna tear you open and gut you for this!” Another human raved at him from the ledge. Thats right, there was another one that he missed when he beached himself. Another object bounced off his melon, this one stung this time.