Beverly Bear settled into her chair on the set, picking up the script they’d laid out on the table in front ofher. The large, squishy, ‘toon brown bear picked up the script, flipping through it in her cell-shaded paws. “Let’s see what they’ve got for me today….” *Scene: A camp site near a forest. Colored leaves hang on the trees and occasionally flutter to the ground. * *A lone tourist, wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and a broad straw hat, steps off the bus with a comically massive polaroid camera strapped around his neck. He begins to photograph the wildlife, his blinding flash stunning them. Birds careen into trees, squirrels stagger and drop from their branches. A large brown bear, with a bow in her hair, rummages through a trash can. The tourist points, hurrying over with his camera. The bear looks up, and is blinded by a flash from his camera as he takes a picture, flipping the trash-can onto her head in her disorientation. She flees into the woods, the trashcan banging against things as she goes. The tourist merely looks at his photo, smiling* CUT TO: The bear on all fours, quietly slinking towards an elderly, cane-using deer. As she’s about to pounce, the tourist appears from behind a tree and takes a picture, blinding the bear! Roaring in pain, she alerts the ancient deer, who starts beating her with his cane as she scrambles off. The tourist seems to be oblivious to all of this, merely admiring the picture he took. CUT TO: The same bear, now looking rather bedraggled and a bit beaten, standing near the top of a waterfall. She watches the river intently as salmon leap up to the top, rearing her paw back to swipe at a fish- The tourist appears from behind a rock, and blinds the bear as he takes a picture! As he admires the picture that came out of his polaroid, the disoriented bear falls into the river and is carried over the falls. She quirked an eyebrow. Eh. It wasn’t bad, but it seemed like a small twist on a pretty standard formula. Very Droopy-Dog-ish, albeit the one being harassed hadn’t done anything wrong. Still… Beverly flipped a few more pages The bear grinned as she set the script down, looking over at the nearby writer, a small little thing, a grey-furred, blue-haired mousegirl. “I like it. But, a polaroid camera? Are kids today going to even get that?” The small mouse adjusted her glasses as she smiled back up at the bear. “Well, they’re iconic enough that the kids will get what’s going on. But we may not be marketing this one for kids. The, ah —” She rubbed at the back of her neck. “The director doesn’t seem to have decided what rating they want to go for yet. So they’re probably going to film all that they can, and, eh. if we wanna go G, we can cut for G. If we wanna go X…” She kept grinning, a small little flush of red crossing both her cheeks. Beverly nodded, flipping back and forth over the last few pages of the script. “Niiice. So, who’s my co-star?” The mouse glanced down the set, nodding towards a brown-haired human. A tall, lanky lad —though still a good foot or so shorter than Beverly—with a sort of gangly, almost awkward gait: perfect for a careless tourist. The pale skin just added to the picture, already in the loud-Hawaiian shirt and bulgy cargo pants the role required. Beverly whistled once, glancing down at the mouse. “He’s cute. But I don’t think I’ve seen him before…” The mouse grinned, and nodded, brushing some of her blue hair from her eyes. “I wouldn’t think you had! He’s a new hire, some college drama student the director picked up. Eager to make a big impression, you know? I don’t think he even knows who he’s working with yet.” The bear nodded. “So, he’s never done something like th—“ she cut off as the director pointed to the bear, the youth turning to face them and hurrying over, his eyes widening as he got close to his co-star. “Oh—oh wow.” He said with a soft swallow, his head tilting back as he looked up at the bear. “You’re—You’re Beverly Bear! I, um, wow. I’m, ah, I’m Jonathan, miss. I’ve always been a really big fan, ever since I started watching cartoons when I was a kid!” Beverly beamed at that compliment, smiling down at the boy. “Really? It’s always nice to meet a fan. What ones in particular?” Jonathan’s face flushed slightly, his pale cheeks blooming red as he scratched at the back of his neck. “Ah. Er, well, that is, I like your traditional work, Miss Beverly. But. Um. I’ve also watched some of your, uh, well—“ The bear laughed as he started to stammer, reaching down to tousle the college-student’s hair. “Ah. Some of my more mature works, too, eh?” She grinned. “I’m still flattered. And I will try to live up to your expectations in that regard. And please, call me Beverly.” Jonathan’s face flushed deeper, his eyes going wide. “Wh—wait, what do you mean?” “I’m teasing you, kid. Well, mostly.” She smiled down at him down at him. “C’mon, we should get to filming. With any luck, we can be done by the end of the day…” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Alright, people, this is the second-to-last scene! More than one take’s gonna be difficult, so make it count! Aaannnddd ACTION!” The bear stood before a berry-bush on all fours, gingerly nipping and nibbling at the berries. Her body was bruised, battered, and clearly soaked to the bone, water dribbling from her fur. As she moved in for another bite, the tourist popped out of what must be an impossibly small knothole, his camera flash going off right in her face. She grimaced as the flash blinded her, Beverly squeezing her eyes shut to force the spots away. Damn, they’d gone with a really bright flash for that effect. No acting like method acting, she supposed. The brown-haired tourist pulled the photo from his camera, smiling at the picture he’d taken. Shaking her head a few more times, Beverly scowled and reared up on her hind legs. Rolling up imaginary sleeves, she snapped a paw around the tourist’s neck and hauled the human out of the tree, snarling so loudly at the lad that his hair blew back from the force of it. Glaring, she pointed to a nearby sign. DO NOT BOTHER THE WILDLIFE. The tourist stared at the sign for a few moments, then back at the bear, then back at the sign. He paused, furrowing his brow as if deep in thought. And then, slowly, began to raise his camera, pointing it at the bear’s face. Ah, here was her favorite part. With another snarl, the bear opened her jaws wide, letting the tourist—and the camera mounted in his hat— get a wonderful view of a pink, glistening abyss, saliva stretching from her tongue to the roof of her mouth… She could swear she saw a blush on his face. *Gromf.* Her jaws slammed shut down around his back, his head already halfway down her throat. Some of the cutaway cams were likely getting a good inside view, a sideways shot of his head halfway down her throat as slimy, grinding flesh pulled and tugged, dragging his hat off into the waiting pit of her stomach. *Glk* Saliva poured down around him as another massive, quick swallow pulled his hips into her mouth, rivulets of saliva cascading down around his head as it was forced into her waiting stomach, dangling above a pit of thick, goopy fluids. Her tongue swiped around for good measure, and— Oh. Oh. He had definitely been blushing earlier. Hah. She did her best to keep from grinning around him, pausing for a few moments as her tongue shifted and swiped around a bit more, sliding under the waistband of his pants. To the outside viewer, it would look like the ‘tourist’ had just become a good deal squirmier, his feet kicking and thrashing, before tensing, and then falling limp. On the cutaway cam, though— Well. That probably wasn’t going to get aired unless they were aiming for the X rating. Beverly tilted her head back, snapping forwards one last time. In three bites, she’d downed the tourist, rubbing her hands at the shifting, kicking lump. The bulge of his body was barely visible under her brown (and, at the edges, slightly grey) pelt, obscured by fat and flesh, just an indistinct lump in her midsection. For an instant, faint flash of light could be seen through the skin of the bear, briefly illuminating the cramped form of the tourist. Beverly hiccupped once, and a sodden, slime coated photograph sailed out of her mouth, fluttering onto the lens of the camera in front of he—A photo of the tourist, crammed into an uncomfortable ball within her stomach, butt half-sunken in slimy goop as still more strands drizzled down onto him. “CUT!” Beverly arched her back as the director ended the scene, rubbing at the bulge in her gut. “You did really well for a newbie, Jon.” she murmured, gently feeling his form through her fat and flesh. “Tasted good, too. Especially the… extra.” Jonathan kicked once in reply, pushing a foot out against the grinding flesh around. “A-ah, you, um, you think so? I, uh. That scene got a, um. A little more intimate then I was anticipating…” Beverly snickered, and squeezed the bulge. “Well, what can I say? Inspiration struck, and you seemed to be getting really into you role. ‘Sides. It’s only fair to give you a good sendoff, given how nice you feel down there.” The boy’s weight was pressing down wonderfully on some rather sensitive nerve endings in her pelvis, even through all the fat and flesh. Each little shift elicited small gasps. “Plus, I figured it might be nice to give you a little surprise before the next scene.” Jonathan pushed lightly at the flesh around him-perhaps he was trying to keep the gooey walls off his face, or maybe he was just seeing how they deformed under his hand, the soft flesh squishing away and around his fingertips as he pushed on the other side of her layer of body fat. “Next scene? Uh, crap, my script ended there. What do I need to do?” Beverly blinked down at her stomach, and sighed softly. “You didn’t read the contract very thoroughly, did you?” She could feel Jonathan push out again, the dimple of his hand briefly visible on her front. “N-no? I mean, why does that matter?” Beverly pet the bulge gently, watching as the camera crew shifted around for the next scene. “Because we’re filming a digestion sequence next, dear. We may not be using it—probably only if we go for the X-rated market—But I’m about to churn down on you.” She grinned, curling her toes in anticipation. “If it were up to me, I’d let you stew and melt down niiiceee and slow…” She stretches, and almost purrs at that bulge, a low, heavy rumble sliding through her. “Then again, if it were up to me, I’d have teased you for an hour before tucking you away down there.” She sighed, smiling faintly, as she gave another gentle rub. “But, that really only fits in a different sort of ‘toon. Not the short we’re going for. Now—” She could tell he was blushing. She could see it, in her mind’s eye. Also, on the tele-screen that was showing what the cutaway cameras were recording. His pants still looked pretty bulgy, too— “W-wait! You can’t just-“ Beverly snorted. “I can, and will. How on earth do you think those ’other works’ of mine were filmed?” Her tone softened, starting to pet at the small bulges the human was making. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt much. Just settle in and enjoy the ride.” She mmmed softly as a particularly heavy shove divoted out her middle a little, the vague outline of a show visible before her stomach squeezed him back. “O-or keep squirming like that. That works too, and feels really good…” “QUIET ON THE SET!” A voice boomed out of a megaphone. “The cutaway cameras have been repositioned! Are you ready down there, Bev? We’ve only got one shot at this. Well. Probably.” Beverly nodded. “Ready when you are! “ She whoofed, her cheeks flushing a little more heavily as she felt a hefty little shove from her occupant. “Hooooh, he’s ready too.” “AAaaannnd Action!” Beverly didn’t waste a second, suddenly bearing down on the boy within her guts, her slime-coated walls squeezing him hard. They began to push and squelch and grind, her stomach forming a tight ball around the boy. A fellow ‘toon had told her once what it had felt like (god bless negative continuity!) The thick, goopy slime tingled and stung lightly at the human in her guts—no more painful than a papercut with lemon juice-slowly melting him down in, well, a cartoon-like fashion. Like a peep dropped into syrup. She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her stomach start to kick into high gear, rumbling and rippling, her belly fat jiggling as the human kicked and wriggled, trying desperately to push back those gooey walls, her powerful muscles squeezing him tighter and tighter, coating and grinding the viscous fluid all around him, mixing him up and down and around until— Beverly arched her back with a gasp as she felt her stomach suddenly shudder and contract inwards, the bulge made by the human vanishing entirely. The large bear woman panted softly as she flopped to her side, revealing a faintly damp, sticky-looking section of grass where her rear had been. Her hands gently rubbed at the smooth, sloshing gut, breathing heavily as she settled her head on the ground. She wondered what it looked like, on the cutaway cameras. Perhaps just a thick, roiling mixture, with a hat and a loud Hawaiian shirt floating inside, before sinking down into the muck… She let her eyes slip closed, drifting into a brief, pleasant nap. It was alright, after all, to take a quick snooze here. After all, they had to wait a few hours to film the finale, anyways. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “ACTION!” The fake snoozing bear ‘woke’ with a start as her stomach rippled visibly, making loud *glorp* and *schlorp* sounds. Rolling over onto all four paws, she quickly scrambled over into a nearby bush, vanishing from sight. After a series of quick, quiet grunts, a large, fuzzy paw reached out of the bush, groping for something. As she reached around, a pastel-colored, sketchily-drawn bear dashed past, leaving a small roll of toilet paper labeled “Parmin” behind. Her paw wrapped around the roll, quickly dragging it into the bush. A few moments more, and she strolled out of the bush, a gooey, slime-soaked camera tumbling out with her. She paused, and looked back into the bush, then town at the slime-strewn camera at her feet, then turned, looking directly into the camera. “Guess that answers that age old question, doesn’t it?”