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. . . .

Having completed his meal, Shere Khan sat up on his haunches, licking his lips quite blissfully. “Delicious,” he sighed. “Now to savor the final moments of my victim.” He rubbed his full, round belly as he enjoyed how large it had temporarily become.
A few minutes later, however, the stomach acids began gurgling up, and it was clear to both human and tiger the stomach of the latter was getting to work in taking care of the former.
Jobe could feel the stomach acids beginning to work around him and knew that he'd have to hurry and try to make Shere Khan throw him up. But he also knew that he didn't have a lot of time and began to fear for his safety.
Then again, after of his failures at having done the same with Grodd, Tublat, Kaj, Merlock, and Strombol, he realized that he probably had as little of a chance with Shere Khan. Still, he had to try.
Unfortunately, the stomach acids began doing their job, breaking down his body to nourish the large feline’s.
First, Jobe’s legs and feet began to break down, slowly crumbling away as the acids ate away at them. His knees were close behind them.
He gasped, then struggled even harder to try and get out of his predicament.
His thighs, hips, and waist broke down next. His shoulders were the next to go, sinking beneath the stomach acids and breaking into pieces. His neck went right after that.
Jobe's head finally sank beneath the acids, and that was that. His head dissolved and slowly broke down into nutrients, from his scalp to his skull to his scales to even his brains, and in seconds, what’d once been a young man was now bits and pieces of flesh, hair, and clothing. He left no part of him behind.
At long last, Shere Khan’s stomach returned to its normal, fat size, having successfully digested Jobe.
Now with Jobe digested, Shere Khan rubbed his now-flat stomach, satisfied at his feast.
Then, he got back up on all fours and began walking off into the distance, returning to his hunt.
“That man was quite the meal,” he said happily. “That man-cub wandering around should make a wonderful dessert.”

Part ten and the conclusion of my commission by  ViceXXX.