The bear sisters By Strega It wasn't the first time the bear sisters went looking for, and found, an isolated campsite in the woods. As usual, they were looking for a meal. And unlike a lot of bears, they weren't there just for leftovers or whatever might be in the camper's cooler. They were there for the campers themselves. But this predatory visit to the campsite went a little differently than previous ones. "Oh, very nice," Rachel whispered, because though there was a tent set up the flap was open and no one was in it. Instead the two campers were snoozing in sleeping bags with their faces stuck out into the brisk night air. No doubt they'd been enjoying the stars so visible in the clear mountain air before they fell asleep. "Sandwiches," her sister joked, which made Rachel smile. Naturally they wouldn't eat the sleeping bags, but the humans in their bags did resemble the food they sometimes saw people eat. Meat filling with a layer of sleeping bag "bread" above and below. "Watch this," Rachel said, for the sisters were endlessly competitive. Each dreamed up new ways to show up her sibling and Rachel was good at the soft-footed approach. Ever so quietly she approached one of the sleepers and so gentle was she that the man didn't even wake when her jaws slipped over his face. One paw flipped the sleeping bag open, zippers being no mystery to the she-bear, and Rachel eased her jaws over the man's shoulders. With the greatest care she kept her fangs from scraping his skin and with a slow slide she engulfed the sleeping man all the way to the waist. This wasn't the first time she'd done this and the man was an unusually heavy sleeper, because his feet didn't begin to twitch until her jaws were to his knees. The long bulge in her neck went rigid as her meal woke and realized something was horribly wrong but by then it was much too late. Rachel lifted her muzzle as she sat back and gravity alone sent the man sliding into her throat. The feet kicked one last time as they disappeared beneath her chops and only then did her noise bob as she swallowed. The great bulge in her neck shifted as her throat muscles tensed and with one easy gulp she sent the camper sliding neatly into her stomach. Rachel grinned as the bulge swelled in her midsection, then arched vigorously and squeeeezed with her belly muscles. Her fur tensed around the curled-up shape in her middle but it wouldn't do to wake the other camper and she covered her muzzle with a forepaw as she smothered the lengthy belch. With only sips of air left and strong bear belly pressing in from all sides the camper had gone from a comfortable sleep to helplessly waiting for digestion to start in little more than a minute. "Beat that," she said with a grin. "I will," Ellie said, and she stepped forward with rather less care than her sister had used. Rachel watched, puzzled, as instead of gaping for her meal she stepped up over the sleeping back and turned end for end. One heavy paw stomped down on the sleeping bag, shifting it, and the bearded man started awake just as Rachel squatted. He had just an instant to see the dripping slit close overhead before the she-bear's sex squelched down on his face. There was a smothered yelp as Ellie's wet pussy squished around the man's cheeks, bulging to the sides as the she-bear's weight forced the man's nose and mouth into her slippery folds. Rachel watched with some amusement as her sister shifted her paws, wriggling her rump downward to force still more of the man's head into her sex. Apparently her sister meant to pleasure herself on the man's face and then perhaps swallow him feet first as he smothered into helplessness. Five hundred pounds of she-bear can have a man however she wants and it had the benefit of novelty. That's what she thought her sister was doing. It wasn't until Ellie rose from her crouch that she saw that the man's entire head and neck had been forced into the dripping depths of Ellie's pussy. "Well that's impressive," Rachel started to say, and Ellie reached down with a clawed forepaw, braced the hapless camper where he was forced to sit bolt upright by the sucking grip of her pussy around his head, and sat back down. The words died in Rachel's mouth as Ellie's pussy stretched bonelessly wide to slide down over the man's shoulders. "Oh you aren't," Rachel breathed, but Ellie let out a growl of lust and thrust her rump downward. Droplets of pussy juice went flying as her sex squelched over the man's belly, swallowing him all the way to the upper hem of his underwear. "Since when can you do that?" She'd never seen the man's face and she was sure she never would. Ellie wasn't doing this just to impress her. Her sister was swallowing the man whole with her sex and the only other creature Rachel knew who could do that sucked prey into a pussy which later spat out only fur and maybe clothing. When confronted with an ability like this it was just safest to assume that no matter which hole prey went in, digestion would follow. Ellie groaned and shifted her hind paws farther apart to ease the strain on her distended sex, then began to growl rhythmically. Each grunt-growl was accompanied by a twitch in her abdomen and Rachel nodded. Her suspicions were confirmed, for each twitch and ripple of the fur around her sex sucked another inch or two of the man out of sight. Unlike her own meal, who had woken only as he slipped headfirst into her stomach, this man was awake and aware of what was happening. He kicked desperately at Ellie's belly and struggled to find a grip in her fur with which to pull himself back out. By the time he really began to struggle he was past the elbows in slippery bear sex, though, and each slurp sucked him in deeper and made it that much harder to resist. Ellie came with a long shuddering growl and a great muscular pulsation moved beneath the fur surrounding her sex, showing on the outside the contractions within her that were forcing the man ever deeper. With a wet sucking sound his hands and rump disappeared and her expanded sex began to shrink back toward its usual size as his legs were forced out straight and sucked in inch by inch. It happened quickly once his rump was gone. Over the course of just a few seconds and accompanied by both a long whine from Ellie and an equally long wet slurp the man's legs were pulled in. There was a last brief glimpse of sodden socks stuck tight to his toes before Ellie's sex clenched shut and with that the man was well and truly swallowed. A few minutes before the two sleeping bags had occupants, now the bags were empty and the two she-bears sported bulges, Rachel's further up her body than the great swelling in Ellie's abdomen. Ellie collapsed exhausted onto the sleeping bag, worn out by a length orgasm and the passage of an entire man through her vagina. The human meal still kicked and squirmed beneath her fur, but that merely provoked her to another shivering bout of passion. When she had recovered enough to look around she found Rachel burying the crushed remains of the tent. Her sister had already bundled up the first man's sleeping bag for easy transport and kicked dirt over the smoldering campfire. "You win," Rachel said with a smile. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wasn't sure," Ellie replied. "The biggest thing I'd stuffed in was a bunny." "You shove bunnies up your sex?" "Well of course. You know Bart," said Ellie, referring to the enormous and shaggy he-bear who visited them in the spring. Bart, or so they called him, was a bear of few (or rather no) words, but words aren't needed when you are as big and well endowed as he was. "What does he have to do with this?" "Up until just now he was the biggest thing I'd ever had in me, and when he wasn't around I'd daydream about him mounting me. One day I caught a big bunny...." "And you thought, 'You will do,' and stuffed him into yourself," said Rachel, who would be lying if she said she'd never thought to do that with a nice wriggly animal. "And it went in and -Oh!," grunted Ellie as her meal kicked, "It just went in and -Oh!- it was gone. So when I saw this man I said 'Maybe his head will fit too.' I didn't think all of him would, but once I got started I just couldn't stop." "I wonder what happens to him now," pondered Rachel, and Ellie yelped as her sister prodded the kicking bulge with a forepaw. Their answer was not long in coming. There was already a rising gurgle emerging from Rachel's middle as her stomach went to work on a third her weight in man, and as they stared at the lower-down bulge in Ellie a similar gurgle began. The trapped man in Ellie's womb kicked frantically for a moment longer, then there was just the gurgle and, for Ellie, a spreading warmth and the sense of well being that follows both a filling meal and a really good orgasm. "Well, this explains some things," said Ellie. "Like why I never have cubs from Bart no matter how hard he tries. I just digest the semen." "And does he ever try," said Rachel with a smile, who herself had been stretched around the huge bear's cock many a time. "I guess you're like Patty now," referring to the enormous mountain lion who lived in the hills nearby. While Patty was perfectly happy to swallow people the normal way she had...other interests too. "I saw her suck in a whole elk once, big as me," Ellie said. "Rump first, kicking and squealing, antlers and all." "Antlers?!" "They tickle, she said," said Ellie, and the two sisters laughed. Ellie rose to all fours and wadded up the sleeping bag she lay on, picking it up in her jaws as Rachel did with hers. A mile or so walk's later they reached their den, where the bags joined the collection of sleeping bags, pads, pillows, and other soft things to lie on whose owners no longer needed them. It was as they settled down to sleep off their meals that Rachel went on. "You know, Bart never gives me cubs either," she said. "I wonder if I can do that too." "Only one way to find out," her sister said, and with a smile Rachel stretched out on her favorite sleeping bag. And she would. The next man she caught, or woman, or whatever - she wasn't picky - she would pin down and let them smell her sex. And maybe that's as far as it would go, a wet bear pussy squelching down atop a face, muzzle or whatnot. Maybe she couldn't stuff them in and swallow them with her sex. But she was lying not ten feet from her sister, who had sucked an entire man into her pussy and lay there dozing peacefully as she somehow digested him in her womb. She'd seen the long orgasm as the bulky meal disappeared into her sister's sex. Maybe she couldn't do it. But she was damn sure going to try.