My Flesh & Fur deuteragonist, Jobe, has already been eaten by three Disney villains -- Legend of Tarzan villains Tublat, the evil gorilla, and Kaj, the evil Leopard Man who worked in the service of Queen La, and Merlock, the main villain of Duck Tales: the Movie - Raiders of the Lost Lamp. Now we continue this series of comics involving Jobe getting eaten by more of my favorite Disney villains. As I have already said, I'd always imagined them making meals out of me. As Jobe is based on me, appearance-wise and personality-wise, he'd be the closest thing I could have to me getting eaten by these villains myself. So I could live it vicariously through him, so to speak.

In this short story, Jobe has re-formed from his digestion by Merlock and has now moved on to an Italian city in a different Disney world. And in this city, he meets his next villain: the evil gypsy/puppeteer Stromboli from Pinocchio. Unlike Tublat, Kaj, and Merlock, Stromboli is actually human, and because of this, Jobe is very certain that his encounter with Stromboli will not end the same way. But just as before, he will be wrong. . . .

I must thank  ViceXXX for being willing to try something new. He's been, up to now, unwilling to do human preds, mostly thanks to how difficult he would find them to do. But now that he's finally conquered the challenge and done one, I hope he's willing to do more for me and quite possibly for others down the road!

Now ready to eat, Stromboli opened his mouth widely, displaying a surprisingly large, cavernous maw of big, rounded teeth, a huge tongue, and many, many strands and stalactites of drool. It was shockingly huge for a human predator.
Stromboli's meal began as he stuffed Jobe’s head inside, drooling and slurping over him. Jobe shouted loudly as his head and face met with the inside of Stromboli’s maw. He was quickly slurped and slathered by his large, thick, wet tongue. He slowly passed through his big, flat teeth and made it to his throat, which gurgled at the approaching meal. He also threw his hands to Stromboli’s head and face, trying to pull himself out, but he had no luck there.
Stromboli rumbled and slurped over Jobe, swallowing in his neck and shoulders, drooling and slathering more on his meal.
Jobe’s head and neck entered Stromboli’s throbbing, pulsating throat. He thrashed his head and violently shook his shoulders as he tried unsuccessfully to get away from the evil gypsy.
Stromboli rumbled as he now swallowed down his meal's chest, chewing and drooling all over the prince. Jobe tried to resist with his arms, but failed. Stromboli pushed at him with both hands to make sure he went into his jaws. Jobe grunted with effort as he now twisted and squirmed helplessly in Stromboli's throat. He shook his body and kicked his legs, still frantic to escape.
Stromboli happily swallowed down Jobe’s belly now, letting his meal hang down from his jaws, holding him outward without even using his hands! Jobe continued shaking his body and kicking his legs with no hope of escape.
Things were looking very grim for Jobe now as he got closer to the stomach. He got even closer as Stromboli gulped down his waist, chewing and drooling hungrily over his struggling meal.
Jobe’s head now poked into Stromboli's belyy and hung over his waiting stomach juices. He continued tossing his body to and fro in Stromboli's throat. He also kicked his legs, the final parts left of him hanging outside of Stromboli's maw.
Stromboli rumbled happily now as he neared the completion of his meal. He hungrily curled and pursed his lips around Jobe's long legs and slurped them hard and powerfully into his mouth like a pair of long, wet noodles.
GULP!
Then, an evil smile on his face, he gulped him down whole, Jobe making a very large, still-squirming bulge in the heavy man's throat as he made his way the rest of the way down.
Jobe fell down into the hot, fleshy prison that was Stromboli's stomach, landing right in the stomach acids. He was quickly encased by the groaning, churning stomach walls, which eased and massaged him into a wet, sloshy submission.
The prince, Healer/Musician hybrid, and Keeper of Light punched and kicked on the stomach walls frantically. But all he did, as usual, was please his predator even more. . . .

Part eight of a commission by  ViceXXX.