My Flesh & Fur deuteragonist, Jobe, has already been eaten by four Disney villains -- Legend of Tarzan villains Tublat, the evil gorilla, and Kaj, the evil Leopard Man who worked in the service of Queen La, Merlock, the main villain of Duck Tales: the Movie - Raiders of the Lost Lamp, and, in a great surprise, even a human predator, Stromboli, the gypsy serving as a minor villain from Pinocchio! We will again continue this series of comics involving Jobe getting eaten by more of my favorite Disney villains. As I have said before, 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 Stromboli and has now moved on to an Indian jungle in a different Disney world. And in this jungle, he meets his next villain: the evil, human-hating tiger Shere Khan from The Jungle Book. Although Jobe initially thinks that he can handle him, he almost immediately learns the hard way just how wrong he is. . . .

Now ready for dinner, Shere Khan opened his maw widely, displaying a surprisingly large, cavernous maw of big, sharp teeth, a big, thick tongue, and many, many strands and stalactites of drool.
Then, Shere Khan began his meal as he bit down onto Jobe’s head and neck, forcing himside by pushing on his back with his long, thick forelegs and his big, powerful paws. He was drooling and slurping over him as he now lay down on the ground, and Jobe was doing the same.
Jobe shouted loudly as his head and face met with the inside of Shere Khan’s maw. He was quickly slurped and slathered by his big, 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 the tiger’s head and face, trying to pull himself out, but he had no luck there.
Shere Khan rumbled and slurped over Jobe, swallowing down his neck and shoulders, drooling and slathering more on his meal, continuing to cram him into his jaws using his paws.
Jobe’s head and neck entered Shere Khan’s throbbing, pulsating throat. He thrashed his head and violently shook his shoulders as he tried unsuccessfully to escape from the terrible tiger. But as he was still stuck lying on the ground, with the tiger’s paws still holding him in place, it was very difficult to get away. Difficult . . . or perhaps even impossible.
Shere Khan rumbled in both pleasure and amusement 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. Shere Khan pushed at him with his paws to make sure he went into his jaws with minimal fuss. Jobe grunted with effort as he now twisted and squirmed on the ground helplessly in Shere Khan’s jaws throat. He shook his body and kicked his legs against the grassy ground, still frantic to escape.
Shere Khan blissfully swallowed down Jobe’s belly now, letting his meal continue to writhe against the ground, still holding him with his paws to ensure that he stayed in his clutches. 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 Shere Khan gulped down his waist, chewing and drooling hungrily over his struggling meal.
Jobe’s head now poked into the tiger’s belly and hung over his waiting stomach juices. He continued tossing his body to and fro in Shere Khan’s throat. He also kicked his legs, the final parts left of him sticking outside of Shere Khan’s jaws, futilely kicking against the ground.
Shere Khan rumbled happily now as he neared the completion of his meal. He voraciously curled and pursed his lips around Jobe's still-kicking legs and slurped them hard and powerfully into his jaws 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 villainous tiger’s throat as he made his way the rest of the way down.
Jobe fell down into the hot, fleshy prison that was Shere Khan’s hungry 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.

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