Big Corp Inc. (G/T)

Part 37: Sickness

Of course, Mr. Hardon had slipped one of the human pills into the sausage that he fed Candy, so she wouldn't be digested alive. When he was finished with his breakfast, he pleasured himself at his desk for a while in the privacy of his own office, since swallowing Candy and feeling her moving around inside him was an erotic experience for him. He kept her in his belly for the full amount of time that the pills would allow. He even got some work done. He was in a cheerful mood, very relaxed, and completed his work projects with alacrity.

When the time was up, he extracted Candy from his stomach using the rope with the light and scrubbed the acid off her skin so she wouldn't be harmed. He gave her a new set of office clothes and made sure to return her to her desk before lunch, so nobody would become suspicious and notice her absence. Candy was melancholic and fatigued from the stress and her futile efforts to get away. She stared dully at her computer screen, eyes glazed over, failing to process anything. She felt as if a great weight were crushing her.

"Candy?" a Giant's voice resounded above her, startling her and making her flinch away. She looked up to find Martin standing over her. She sighed with relief, placing her hand over her chest.

"Oh, Martin. Thank goodness it's you. You scared me."

"Sorry," Martin apologized, transferring her into his hand. He started walking to the break room. Candy snuggled up against him, reveling in the comfort his gigantic presence gave her. She just wanted everything else to go away. "Are you doing okay?"

No, she definitely was not. "I'm fine," she choked out. She had to protect Martin from Mr. Hardon's wrath, so he wouldn't be fired. He couldn't know what was going on. "Just not feeling well today." It wasn't entirely a lie: She felt absolutely terrible.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Martin said. Candy's heart fluttered with his kind words. She knew she wouldn't be able to survive through this hell without him. "Did you forget to bring a lunch again? You can have some of mine. It's not like you eat much anyways, since you're so small."

"Y-yeah," Candy lied. She didn't want to eat anything after marinating in Mr. Hardon's foul gastric juices for hours. She had been beyond terrified when he swallowed her, since he hadn't given her the pill. She thought she was going to die. When the fumes and chemicals in his stomach failed to burn or suffocate her, however, she figured he must have slipped her a pill in the food he gave her, and his real motivation for being nice to her was revealed. Despair clawed at her, but she tried her best to fight it off and conceal it, for Martin's sake. She didn't want to make him feel bad.

Martin got his food out of the break room fridge and heated it up in the microwave, holding Candy against him as he did so. He petted her with his fingers to soothe her, since he could tell she wasn't doing well, although he didn't know the real reason why. He decided to take her to his cubicle, rather than stay in the break room. He sat down, setting her on his desk, and showed her what he brought for lunch.

"I made this myself last night. Fried chicken and biscuits with gravy. Feel free to have some if you want." At the mention of biscuits, Candy's face drained of color and she started to tremble. Her experience from just that morning was still too fresh in her mind to let go. She vividly recalled swimming in digestive fluids in blackness, churning among chunks of dissolving breakfast foods, dodging more ingested slop as it rained down from above, taking in all the repulsive sounds and odors. She dropped to her hands and knees and barfed.

"Oh, you poor thing! You must be getting sick!" Martin cried. He cleaned up her mess with a napkin and collected her frail, listless body in his hands. "You want me to take you home?"

Candy wanted to say yes, but she wasn't sure if Mr. Hardon would get upset with her and give her some deplorable punishment if she left early. She gave a faint shrug. Martin hugged her against his chest and whisked her away to the boss's office. Mr. Hardon was typing on his computer. He appeared to be in a good humor, so Martin hoped he would let them leave early.