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Art is by Ultimaclone.

In the belly of the Orca the meals still wriggled, that much live meat would be a daunting project for the stomach to digest, something that would be slow to start no doubt. But it didnt take away the fact that they were already feeling the walls trying to churn in on them. With each punk swallowed Shamu gulped alot of air, more then just one belch would clear.
Although stale and constrictingly tight they still fought their fate within, perhaps some of their struggles even transmitted past all the layers of flesh containing them, causing the water to ripple slightly from movement from the large orcas sides.
The movement was too subtle for the last punk to notice however, if he had his bravado might have escaped him more quickly. Perhaps then too he would have lived to tell the tale of what transpired here this night.
Determined to throw one last object the punk wound up his arm ready to throw. But he cursed as the whale dove out of sight.
With a sudden splash he appeared out of the dark water, snagging the drunk and slow to react punks arm in his jaws.
To say he was suprised would be an understatment.
”Uh... wha...” he startled before he was yanked off his feet and into the cold water.

Shamu was annoyed at this punk in his jaws. He wasn't hungry anymore, but he felt cranky over having been hit on the head and interrupted from enjoying his feeling of fullness.
Surprisingly, for Shamu, the punk seemed to almost be crawling inwards, for a moment wrestling with the tongue and hugging around it and throwing a punch or two at the back of his mouth.

Shamu didnt care, he metaphorically shrugged and did what he did to the many previous meals. By now his stomach was protesting the prospect of yet more meat, but it would be forced to accomodate one last morsel.
The human but up a admirable fight, but no one was there to see the last of the infamous gang vanish. Police would check the security tapes to investigate the vandalism, but they had no clues of where the hooligans had gone. Last footage showing them entering the Orca enclosure and then nothing.
When the last of the gang entered the stomach the party was nearly over. He brought some life to it with some loud nonsensical yammering and cursing, adding air to the stomach with his arrival, but most of the gang had either passed out from the pressure of the walls or gone deep into despair in the groaning deep darkness of the Orcagut.
Digestion was soon revving up to really go to town on the youths. For all their vigour and induvidual or collective strengths, none of it mattered in here, trapped in Shamus body together, they were simply about 600 kg of meat.

Driffting off to sleep, Shamu doozed, his belly working hard at the meat trapped within him, 'chewing' and breaking them down in the forestomach, before moved onto the next stomach.
The orca slept as best he could, occasionally belching or hiccuping from the meals stewing away inside of him.
The many punks passed quietly in the night, churned up by the powerful stomach into more easilly digestable parts, the massivelly bloated belly smooths considerably, becoming more rounded and streamlined.
They made a final trip together, through the digestive system of the Orca and then settled in nicelly to stay forever with the strong bull as blubber. Though he might in time loose most of the excess weight, there would surelly always be abit of punk in him.

The trainers were late in comming, the police had to check out the vandalism and the park was closed so there'd be no shows until it all got cleaned up. Since there was no show most of the trainers were not in attendance, only the core ones which where here for Shamus care and needs. Something was amiss the female trainer could see immidiatly. Shamu seemed sluggish, grumpier then usual and.... very much larger.
Snorting a little, Shamu fluked slowly over towards the trainer, poking his head from the surface and looking up at her, his eyes bloodshot and somewhat hung over. Blasting from his blowhole again, the bull expressed his irritation, but listened to the trainer. She's always been there and fed him.speaking of feeding, Shamu felt a lot fatter now and very well fed. He couldn't remember much of the previous night, but his head and melon hurt tremendously.
The trainer gave him some basic instructions, asking him to side up to the ledge and slowly roll over onto his back so she could look at him better. He seemed so swollen, could it be some allergic reaction? She rubbed as his sides gently, feeling him over. He was softer, more bountiful then before, it wasent swelling per se though he was certainly bloated.
”What on earth....” She scratched her head in disbelief, never had she seen a fat orca like this. What had he been eating?
”You big lug, what happened to you?”
All Shamu had in response to that comment was a belch, nothing else. Even he didn't fully remember the details. The petting of his belly felt good though... Helped to make him forget the headache as he wriggled his fin a little to her. As she kneaded at his belly again, the orca belched once more a small clatter as a crushed up beer can was ejected from his mouth.
”What the...” She moved over and carefully inspected the can. ”Did you eat these? Ah, those vandals! They must have fed you something! Grrr, I hope they catch them!”
She knelt by Shamus head and motioned him to flip back, rubbing over his melon gently
”Guess you wont be needing breakfast then.”