"3 days?" she asks. "Okay, that seems fair."
Sure enough, you're kept in her belly for 3 days straight. Having to eat what she eats (which isn't exactly pleasant), and having to endure what she endures, she finally lets you out.
She sits down on the couch and sighs, rubbing her belly. "Well, I really did enjoy having you in my belly," she says, "But I'm a woman of my word." She coughs you up, you landing in her giant hand. "I shrunk you down so you could fit down my throat," she explained.
"Okay," you say. "Now, can you make me big again?"
"I said I'd let you out of my belly after 3 days," she says. "I didn't say you could stop being my slave."
