POV vore - you and a bear 2
You just aren't having much luck with hikes lately.
A long hike in the woods. Always a good way to work off the stress or a long week's work. Drive to the trail head up the hill from Big Pine, grab your hiking stick out of the back. You've done it a hundred times. It's a five mile hike and sometimes you get to see cool wildlife. Today you run into a bear. Unfortunately.
You come around a corner on the rocky trail and there it is, coming the other way up the trail. It's only fifty feet away and it's a big, heavy bear, pitch black of fur save for its brown muzzle. Its legs are as thick as a fat man's thighs and its paws are each bigger than your head. It must weigh at least five hundred pounds.
You pull up short with a gasp. What to do? It doesn't turn and run the way wildlife usually does at the sight of you. Even bears usually run. Not this one.
Your walking stick is no help. You picked it for lightness and the bear would use it as a toothpick after eating you. There's a tree nearby you might be able to climb but the bear is too close. All you can think to do it drop to the ground and curl up in a ball. You wrap your arms around your legs and try to make yourself look as unappetizing as possible.
The bear makes a confused noise. You hear the shuffle of paws as it pads closer. With your knees tight against your chest and your face pressed as far in between them as possible you see only a blur of black fur. Then a huge paw reaches out and pushes.
You aren't a perfect sphere and flop onto your side, still curled up tight. There is a touch of rubbery bear nose as it sniffs. It doesn't know what to make of balled-up human. Then the claws reach around you and pull you up against its furry chest.
Balled up like this it's taller than you are. The rank smell of unwashed bear fills your nostrils as it sniffs again you can even smell its breath. It could use some mouthwash. A lot of mouthwash. At least it isn't chewing on you.
There is a brush of its chin atop you and then a creak. It's yawning. The creak is followed by a pop and you blink in confusion as the bear presses its gaping maw atop your balled-up form. What in the world is it doing?
Fangs scrape both your shoulders, upper fangs on the left shoulder and lower on the right, as the bear keeps pushing. Your left shoulder slips between the fangs and squelches into the bear's salivating tongue and at the same moment your right shoulder presses against the bear's palate. It's jamming you into its mouth but you're far too big to fit. You stay curled up tight and wait for it to lose interest. The crown of your head is at the back of its jaws and it can easily chew on your head if it gives up mouthing you.
It doesn't. Its forepaws keep you pressed tight against its chest as its maw pushes down hard. There is another creak and pop. It jaws lurch wider, wider than should be possible. Fangs scrape over you and suddenly you're in its mouth. The bear sits back, lifting a hundred and sixty pounds of balled-up you. It's panting. It tilts its head back and grunts in effort as a forepaw tries to force you still further in.
You could uncurl now and get mauled or wait for it to give up. You go for the latter. But it doesn't give up. With a groan it pulls hard with its forepaw and you realize to your horror that it's somehow forcing you deeper. There is a straining creak as its jaws stretch still wider and slimy bear gullet begins to stretch over you. You are so far into its jaws you're slipping into its throat.
It's time to get out, whether or not you get mauled. You try to uncurl and crawl out of its mouth. It's already too late. The paw shoves you deeper and as its jaws slowly close they push you into its throat. A grotesque bulge forms in its already thick neck as you sink deeper and between the paw, the closing jaws and the wet flesh pressing in against you it's impossible to uncurl out of your ball. You let out a panicked shriek that only the bear hears as its jaws suddenly snap shut. A vast goiter bulges out of its neck as the bear struggles to swallow you down.
The bear gasps and gags. You scream and try to fight free, but there's no leverage to be had. All around you is bear gullet with a thick coating of saliva designed to lubricate food for easy swallowing. If you weren't balled up in an awkward lump you'd already be sliding down its throat. Its thick neck swells like a pelican's around a meal far too large to reasonably get down but the determined bear keeps at it.
Ribs creak and groan below you and with new horror you realize it is actually managing it. Bit by bit its straining gulps push you deeper, even as its body struggles to expand enough to make room.
Balling up to deter a bear attack? It didn't work. You try to uncurl enough to fight and realize that if you do it'll just find it easier to swallow you. You try to make yourself as awkward and bulky as possible but it already has its ribcage stretched over you like a cage. There is a thunder of bear heart only a few inches away and a final straining gulp as you pop past the ribs.
The good news is you're not being crushed by its ribcage any more. That's good for the bear too and it relaxes, panting. There is plenty of bad news to go with, at least for you. You popped past its ribs, squirted free like a wet bar of soap gripped too hard. Right into its stomach.
The bear grunts and stretches, pushing at its belly with one paw to get you situated for easiest digestion. It had a nearly impossible time getting you past its jaws, past its ribs and down its throat. Now you've slipped into a looser space and wet folds of flesh stretch flat to make room. For a moment the lack of crushing inward pressure is a godsend. Then the thick layer of caustic slime on the walls and the sloshing juices filling the crevices between the folds go to work. Your shorts and shirt soak through in seconds and you squirm and kick, trying to get away from the burning enzymes quickly coating your skin. Only your hiking shoes provide any real protection, for as long as they last.
There's nowhere to go. The bear is all around you. You realize, much too late, that once it got you jammed fully into its jaws it was all over. Even if it suffocated in the attempt you would have died too, trapped halfway down a bear's throat. in the end it managed to swallow you down. The hard part is over, as far as it is concerned. Now it can relax and let its belly do the work.
You try to struggle, try to fight. A foot-thick layer of bear fat, muscle and fur squeezes you into submission. Your struggle forces loose a big bubble of air and even from inside it you hear the bear let out a long belch. It's ambling lazing along, its belly-full-of-you swaying. Looking for a place to lie up and sleep off its meal. All the hard work is done. There's only one way out of the bear now, the way all food gets out once it's good and digested.
You fight to the last. It doesn't save you. A smothering weight of bear squeezes in until the last air is forced from your lungs. The bear burps again, and then there is just the hot gurgle of digestion.
Balling up didn't work. You'll know better next time.
A hysterical chuckle bursts out of you. It's the last conscious noise you make. Next time?