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The oldest trick in the book 2

By Strega

The little bear belched, worked his jaws until they popped back onto their hinges, and stretched, trying to get his meal settled. The woman curled up in his stomach very much did not want to be there, but though his swollen belly bulged and kicked the inward-pressing muscle and fur held her nearly still as she tried to fight her way free. Her struggles grew more frantic as the gurgling stomach acids flowed in to fill the voids around her, and for a moment her wriggling nauseated the bear. But the heat, squeezing, lack of air and now the acid was too much. There was a last shudder from inside him and she was still.

For a minute longer the gurgle of flowing acid continued and the bear burped once more as the swallowed air was replaced with hot digestive fluids. Afterwards there was a low rumble as his belly walls kneaded the acid into every crevice of his meal and began the slow process of digestion. The hard part was over. The woman had graduated from 'person' to 'food' and all that was left was to let nature take its course.

Digesting an entire human is no small feat, especially one as large as himself. No matter how he arched his back his drooping belly dragged the ground and it was with great relief that the bear spotted a familiar tree ahead. At the base was a dug-out half cave sheltered by spreading branches and the bear sprawled out on his side in a space just large enough for a yearling bear with a fat belly. The movement squeezed loose one final bubble of air from his dinner's lungs and he burped before laying down his head. All his body's resources were turning inward to work on the great lump of food in his middle and he blinked sleepily.

His stomach could handle it, he knew. He wouldn't need to eat for at least a week but in two days, three at most all that would be left of the woman would be new fat on his flanks, retched-up clothes and waste. Maybe some bit of clothing would try to go all the way through. It'd happened before and it wasn't fun. Still, he trusted his gut. He was still small but he could open his jaws very wide and this was by no means the largest meal he'd had.

The little bear yawned, lay down his head and dozed as his belly worked. It hadn't been that long since he had his first human meal and that one had been his largest ever. He'd gotten very lucky and he knew it. First the foolish man-cub, then....

*****

There was little to do but watch his mother doze. The she-bear managed to radiate smugness even in her sleep and with good reason. Out in the woods she'd found a little tent, and after listening carefully and hearing only snores she hooked a claw into the zipper ring and gently pulled it open. There was a man, stretched out in a sleeping bag with his head toward the entrance.

He was a very sound sleeper. He didn't stir when the she-bear slipped her jaws carefully over his head, or even when she stepped into the tent and pushed her head into the sleeping bag. The little bear saw from the bulge in the bag what was happening, her jaws gliding neatly over his shoulders, then his upper arms, waist, and his thighs, and he still showed no sign of alertness. The little bear watched wide-eyed as she backed out of the sleeping bag and sat back to let gravity send a set of sock-clad feet slide neatly into the slick chute of her gullet. She shut her mouth, swallowed once, and just that that it was over. If the man woke at all there was no sign. The new bulge in her middle didn't so much as twitch.

"That is how it is done," she growled, and paused to let out a great belch. "Quietly. Gently. Have your meal with no sound and no mess, so the other humans will not know what happened. Leave everything as it was, save that there is one less human outside a bear."

The little bear considered the groaning bulge in her middle. It wasn't the first time he saw her eat a human but normally they woke partway in and fought. Not that it saved them. Headfirst halfway into a bear, it only took a few tosses of her muzzle to finish the job. Her belly would shiver and kick until she burped up the air, then the long low gurgle of digestion would start. Quiet meals or fighting meals, they always ended the same way.

"I could do that, mama," the little bear said, and showed her how wide he could open his jaws. From her he inherited the unnatural gape and he was confident he could manage a human, even though most were larger than he was.

"In a little while." She growled, "We will see if we can find you one. After I sleep." With that she burped a last time and sprawled out on her side to give her full belly room.

The little bear poked her gut curiously with a forepaw, feeling the lumpy bulge of curled-up human. They started out so solid, softening only slowly. In a few hours the sharp contours of the bulge would round off as bit by bit her digestive juices consumed the man. Eventually there would be nothing left but fat, as even the bones would break down given enough time. This meal wore just a pair of underwear and sock, not enough to bother coughing up. They would make their way through his mother along with everything else her body didn't need.

"Later," his mother grumbled, and pushed him away with a paw. "Take a nap, dear." With that she settled down herself, letting her body turn all its resources to digesting her meal.

He tried, but he wasn't sleepy. After tossing and turning for half an hour the little bear sat up. His mother wouldn't want to go hunting for at least a day and he was hungry now. Maybe he could find something to eat on his own.

Not too far away was a small campground, and the young bear found himself wandering that way. Maybe some food would be left out he could steal. Hunting humans, and just being around them, works best when they don't even know you are there. He hadn't learned that yet and as he ambled through the woods near the camp what should be see but a small human, not even as big as himself.

The little bear paused, not sure what to do. The human wasn't asleep or else he'd have crept up, yawned, and tried to feed, but that was the only way he knew to hunt humans. That's how his mother did it. As he stood frozen for a moment the young human spotted him and rather than running away, ran toward him!

Two equally ignorant younsters met, the boy giggling and running in a circle around the little bear and the bear turning quizzically in place, wanting very much to not be hungry any more but not sure how to go about it. The chubby boy was only slightly smaller than himself and could run back till the camp in seconds. A single cry for help could bring trouble and the little bear knew just enough to not want other humans to see him. What to do?

Confused by the situation the bear sat down and watched as the boy did the same. Neither was even half grown though the boy was many times as old as he was, as bears mature much faster than humans.

"You are funny," the boy giggled, and poked him in the chest with a palm. "Fuzzy bear is fuzzy."

The bear heard the noise, not the words, having only heard the muffled sounds of men and women as they disappeared down his mother's throat. Eventually he would learn to understand them but for now he just growled in a friendly manner.

What happened next he would realize later was the first of several strokes of luck: the boy yawned. These things are of a contagious nature and a moment later he yawned too, but vastly wider. The boy watched in astonishment as the little bear's jaws creaked astonishingly wide, so that he could see past the white fangs and broad salivating tongue into the purple chute of slick gullet.

"Oh!," said the boy. "Do it again!" To show what he wanted he did his best to mimic the bear. Naturally a boy can't begin to show the same gape but the little bear caught on and leaned forward, stretching his jaws to a seemingly impossible gape. There was a creak and pop as his jaws disjointed and the odd sound made his new friend curious.

"Neat!" Said the boy, and leaned forward to look in. That was when it happened. As the boy's face entered his wide-open maw the hungry little bear reacted out of instinct. Clawed forepaws darted out to seize the boy's upper arms and before he could utter a word his head was in the little bear's gullet.

Oh! Humans tasted good! No wonder his mother ate them. The confused boy pushed at his chest fur and slapped his shoulder gently, thinking it was all a game. And maybe it was a game, but one that ended with only one player left. With saliva filling has mouth at the taste of human (yum!) And less so at the taste of the shirt (ugh!) the little bear held the boy between his paws and forced his muzzle down over the shoulders. His tongue spread saliva as his jaws slid forward, lubricating the boy for easy swallowing, and as slick gullet flesh slid smoothly over him the small human realized something was wrong. He began to kick and squirm, trying to wriggle his way loose of the sudden danger.

But though he was almost as large as the little bear it was already too late. The bear heaved his head up with a set of kicking legs hanging from his jaws and swallowed. A great contraction of his throat muscles gripped the squirming boy and forced him deeper, his face squeezing through a tight muscular valve into the dank wetness of the little bear's stomach.

A vast bulge moved through the little bear's neckfur as he swallowed again, getting his jaws around the boy's rump and sending it down his throat as well. His meal was plump but his throat had a good grip now and he was confident he would have his meal. Fangs scraped over the boy's knees as he redoubled his efforts to squirm free, but the only sign of it was the frantic kicking of his legs and a shift in the new bulge in the little bear's middle. Gravity, a slickly saliva-coated gullet and the strength of the little bear's swallowing muscles were all working against the boy. The squirming bulge grew as the little bear leaned back, letting the boy's shoes slide into his jaws, and with a growl of satisfaction he bear finished his first human meal. He closed his muzzle around the shoes, swallowed, and the last bit of boy to disappear was a shoelace draining into the corner of his mouth.

With a last gulp the bear finished his meal and the boy was gone, clothes, shoes and all. The little bear felt his lumpy belly, still kicking, and grinned smugly. Food! He'd wanted to eat and he had, and he'd gotten his first human meal!

A growing gurgle came from his midsection as the stomach juices flowed in begin digesting his meal, which only made the struggle inside him intensify. It didn't last long, though. The inward pressure of the walls squeezed out the air and the little bear let out a long belch. That seemed to quiet things down! The little bear yawned to rehinge his jaws and leaned back against a convenient tree. He'd been so hungry and now he was full. It was no surprise that his eyes drifted shut, the little bear lulled to sleep by the warm gurgle of digestion from his middle. As he dozed off his paws felt the lumpy bulge. Soon it would soften...

"Stupid boy. Bobby! Where the hell are you!"

The little bear's eyes popped open. Another human! And an adult too! Suddenly he remembered what his mother said. No human must ever see him feed, or even see the bulge of a human meal in his middle. Horrified, he got up to flee. Or tried to, anyway. The human loomed over him, a tall thin woman with a bottle in one hand.

"There ya are," she slurred, and put a foot on the little bear's swollen middle. Partially digested boy sloshed and the little bear burped helplessly as her foot sank in. "What did I tell ya about playing with the bears, young man?"

She stank of the bottle, whatever was in it strong on her breath, and the little bear tried to wriggle free of her grip as she reached out. He was too full to move quickly and she grabbed his lower jaw and hauled his mouth open. Joints creaked and popped as his jaws unhinged and the women leaned over, her face practically in his mouth. "You come out of there right now, Bobby!"

Bobby, of course, didn't say anything. Two hours of nap had given the little bear's time to get to work and the bulge in his middle was less lumpy and more rounded than before, soft and sloshy with partially digested meat. The bones would take longer to break down but it was still much too late for the boy to answer. Plump boy was well on his way to making the little bear plump in his turn.

Panicked by the human looming over him and too full to simply roll over onto all fours and run the little bear tried to kick her away. One padded footpaw hit her in the ankle and the woman staggered, already drunkenly unsteady, and toppled forward...right into his mouth.

The little bear's eyes went wide as her face went down his throat, his loosely unhinged jaws sliding easily over her head. Her momentum sent her shoulders in as well and by the time her slide stopped she was to the armpits in the little bear, her face and neck wrapped in the slippery flesh of his gullet.

Drunk and confused, she pushed at him, her hands sinking into the soft bulge of her partly digested son. For just a moment she was still, trying to figure out what was going on, and in that moment the equally confused bear reached out. He was little and young but he was very strong and his forepaws hugged her close as he tried to figure out what to do. And then he did, for his grip squeezed just a little more of her into his jaws and though he was already full the little bear instinctively pushed his muzzle further over what would be his second human meal.

If he could get her down, that is. He was already full and she was bigger than he was, or at least bigger than he'd been two hours ago. The ponderous bulge in his middle changed that and it made him so heavy that as she began to struggle, finally realizing something was very wrong, she barely stirred him. And he had another advantage: her fall had shoved her into his maw so her arms were pinned to her sides. The little bear swallowed with all his might and felt the long bulge of woman shift, the round lump of her head pushed down his throat.

And into the sloshing dark of his stomach, full of softened boy and enough digestive acid to dissolve a whole human. Her son had it easy, suffocating before the acid really arrived. His drunken mother instead found her face in a hot cauldron of stomach juices, liquefied meat and a still mostly intact human skeleton that poked at her with loose ends of bones digested loose from their moorings. She realized two things at once: Bobby wasn't getting out of the bear, not looking like a boy anyway, and if she didn't start fighting neither would she.

She started to squirm, to kick. But as with her son before her, it was already too late. She was longer but no much wider than her son and her confusion had given the little bear time to work his jaws all the way to her waist. Saliva stuck her T-shirt to her body, already nearly swallowed, and dripped down onto her shorts to slick them down for their trip into a bear's gullet. She managed to brace one knee against the dirt and drive the other into the little bear's middle, but a hundred pounds of partially digested boy soaked up the blow with barely a ripple.

Squirming, panicked and with her face and shoulders already cruelly stung by acid the woman tried to fight free, but the little bear's jaws were around her hips and with a Herculean effort he swallowed them down. His already full belly strained to accommodate this second meal and the little bear groaned as he lay on his side, grotesquely swollen and with a kicking set of legs hanging from his jaws.

The good news, at least as far as he was concerned, was that there was simply nothing to breathe in a belly full of acid and partly digested boy and she didn't struggle for long. She still kicked, but maybe that was mere reflex, as with great effort the little bear finished his meal. Bit by bit his throat muscles eased the legs out of sight, and he managed to catch her feet against the rough bark of the tree and pushed his muzzle forward to make things at least a little easier.

The meal took much longer than the first but finally he shut his muzzle over the toes of her shoes and swallowed once, twice, and then a last time as his strong gullet forced the last of her down. His jaws popped and his swollen neck creaked as the double bulge of feet followed the rest of her down his throat and finally the little bear relaxed...as much as he could, anyway. There was still a vague movement in his painfully distended belly, where a partly digested boy filled all the spaces around a curled up and very much intact human woman.

This time he didn't fall asleep. His belly hurt too much for that and now he knew that staying here was dangerous. Another human might appear and he was helplessly swollen, too full to defend himself. He scrabbled at the ground with claws, rolled atop his fat belly and promptly discovered he could no longer reach the ground. He was too full! The swell of his massive belly hoisted his feet right off the ground.

The weight pressing down on his gut forced out a massive belch and there was a last kick inside him as the woman, like her son, graduated from 'person' to 'meal'. Painfully full, the little bear pawed at the bulge in his middle and listened to the new gurgle as his stomach turned its attentions to the second human. At least that was working right. His belly, at least, was confident it could manage the situation. The slow gurgle and churn of acid would consume the woman just as it was consuming her son...given time.

The little bear waggled his paws helplessly, trying to reach the ground and pad away, but all he managed to do was lose his balance and roll over onto his side. And 'roll' was the relevant word, as he was nearly spherical now with his head and limbs almost afterthoughts compared to the vast bulge of his gut. He'd managed to swallow both of them. Now what?

Later, when he was older, he'd admit that he was very lucky. Instead of a human appearing, drawn by the heavy belches that kept bubbling up out of his gut, his mother pushed through the undergrowth and found him there. She stood thunderstruck for a moment, stunned by the sight of her son swollen around what must be two whole humans, but she was not young and inexperienced. After that moment of puzzlement she stepped forward and bit down on his nape to drag him away.

It hurt! His belly bumped rudely against the ground, bumping over rocks and smacking into branches. She had to bite his name hard to drag him due to his new weight and that hurt too. It was that or lie helpless and the little bear gritted his fangs and bore it until they were safely away from the campground and his mother let him flop down once more.

"So," she said after a moment. "Two."

"Yes, mama," he said as bears speak. He paused to burp. "It just sort of happened."

"Well, congratulations," she growled, then swatted him with a paw. "You idiot! What would have happened if I hadn't found you?"

"The humans would have," the little bear admitted, his ears sore from the swat. "I didn't mean to get too full to move!"

"Well, learn from your mistake," his mother growled. She was still digesting her own meal and was too full to stay angry. She flopped down on her belly and yawned. "They must have been deeply asleep for a little one like you to get them."

"Not asleep really," the little bear said. "More...stupid." He felt the lump of the woman's skull, still poking firmly from his flank. Her skull would be one of the last things to dissolve. Luckily she'd dropped the bottle. Chothes he could digest, cough up or pass, he knew from watching his mother. A bottle he wasn't so sure about.

The slow gurgle of digestion was sapping his energy and he yawned too. Perched atop his fat belly all he could really do was wait until his stomach did its work. But as he dozed, he thought.

Both humans thought him too small to be a threat. Both were careless around his wide-open jaws. Maybe there was a way to exploit that. What if they thought he was hurt? Could he convince a human to actually stick its head in his maw to see what was wrong?

"Maybe," the little bear mumbled, and settled down to digest his meals. For now, sleep. Lulled to sleep by the slow churn of digestion he dozed. There was time to consider future meals when he was finally hungry again.