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She'd been giving them that hungry look all through class. Zack wished Claire wouldn't make it so obvious. It wasn't like it was illegal for a professor to be lusting after her student like she was, but well - they were just different. She may have been a smart, well-respected teacher with a rockin' bust and the softest thighs around, but she was a bunny. And it was pretty hard for a fox like him, a supposed predator, to bounce back from getting caught fucking his own prey. That was the kind of thing that people just didn't forget. Especially his family.

Not that the look on her face was a turn off. Very much the opposite. He was having trouble even focusing on the lesson for the bulge in his pants. It was a struggle to take his eyes off those swinging hips as she bounced around at the front of the class, ever the energetic one despite being over twice his age. She didn't miss a beat, either. As horny as she obviously was, judging by those intense 'fuck me' eyes gleaming at him all through the hour, she still taught with the usual flair and humour. Everyone but Zack walked out of there knowing a significant amount more about biology than they had before.

As for him, he simply waited for everyone else to clear out, pretending he was still finishing with his notes. Really, he was just scribbling, glancing up now and then to see Claire giving him that lusty staredown like she was just going to pounce him then and there. A tempting thought for certain. Just letting her push him over, ride his dick right in the lecture hall, observers be damned. His knot was already forming, which meant that standing up was going to be a hell of a time. Lanky though he might have been, he was hung even for a fox. For her, he might as well have been a horse.

She didn't say a thing, just gave him that familiar wink of precious brown eyes, and took off towards her office. He didn't follow her directly, just stepping out into the hall and waiting, stumbling all the way with his awkward, boner-concealing gait. Which didn't really do much to actually hide how much she'd turned him on. He ended up resorting to the classic 'books over the crotch' move to keep from showing off his blatantly outlined bulge, knot and all, as he made his way along. Eventually, he was at her door. He didn't knock.

It looked like she had already started without him. She was sitting there by the open window, a breeze blowing over her bottomless self, bringing her scent towards his sensitive nose. She was dripping wet, and only making herself wetter as she plunged multiple fingers into the sopping folds her of cunt. What was she so worked up about? It wasn't like it had been long since their last session. Still, he wasn't going to complain. Especially with his cock throbbing with such desperation he was worried about just creaming his pants. He closed the door behind him.

"Took you long enough," she teased, not even slowing in her rampant self-pleasuring once he stepped inside.

"Well, you know," he mumbled. It was never easy to speak with confidence in front of someone so outgoing. Even when he was more than twice her size. "Don't want anyone getting too suspicious or whatever."

Claire just gave a shrug. "Who cares? I think people will just be jealous to know about all the pussy you're getting."

Zack just bit his lip. He'd told her about this before. About predator culture and how it just wasn't something they looked on lightly, but she never really seemed to get it. So he didn't bother. He just began unbuckling his belt to relieve all the pent up tension, to let his cock flop right out, bouncing in its rolled back sheath. That was enough a relief that he even sighed a little, and she just shot him one of those silly rabbit grins.

"I swear you get a little bigger every time I see you. Am I making you excited, young fox?"

"Heh. Y-yeah," was his inelegant response. There wasn't much more for him to say. She was always the talker.

"Well then. Come over here and fuck me already. I'm positively aching for it."

She emphasized that with an elaborate come-hither gesture, while licking over her two big buckteeth. Which was probably meant to be sexy, but Zack just found it cute. He was just as horny as ever though, and just let his pants hang there around his hips as his spire of pitch red fox cock pulsed for her. If he wasn't careful he was going to drip pre onto the floor before he even got across that small office.

As light as she was, she could still spring up with plenty of power. She owed that to her thick thighs. So when she launched herself up towards him, he was left staggering as he caught her in his arms. A lanky young adult like him was off balance at the best of times. One of these days she was just going to knock him flat. After wobbling around with his fingers clutching deep into the bare curve of her ass, kneading there, he just planted her down atop her own desk, pinning her with his weight. She wasn't slipping out from under him once he was pressing down on her chest with his own.

He could see last week's quizzes there, all marked up in red ink, and couldn't help but steal a glance at a few of his classmates' grades. There was something that just felt so naughty about that. Even while he was actually grinding his dick against his own professor's sex. She wasn't having his teasing, either. A few good slick rubs to get his shaft coated in her fragrant, lubricating juices, and she was sharply bucking her hips up at him, tugging at his shoulders, even lunging up to nip him on the arm. She might not have had sharp teeth like him, but that still hurt.

"Ow! I'm not a carrot!" he protested.

"Stop taunting me with it. Just get inside," she huffed, practically whimpering with need.

He wasn't about to argue with that. She could be pretty demanding for a bunny. But he had to remember she was still his professor. So he didn't bother being precise about it, trying to warm her up and give her as much pleasure as he was getting himself. He'd been secretly reading some tips on how to properly please someone like her. How to tease and rub and give attention to the right spots - but she didn't seem to care about anything but getting rutted senseless. So he obliged.

She always made so much noise as he sunk into her. Today was no exception. A shrill, extended squeal that all but echoed in his ears. It always made him flinch. Not for how sharp it was, though that didn't help. More just for how easy it surely was to overhear. He glanced back over his shoulder, but he couldn't really see the door from his position, already tapping his big fat knot against the sloppy folds of her cunt. He did remember to lock it, right?

Well, whatever. He was soon forgetting all about his concerns, his anxieties once he was feeling the velvety embrace of her hot, pulsing sex squeezing down tight on his inches. That was worth every risk. Every consequence. And though he hardly knew what he was doing with such a hefty tool, she didn't seem to care about his lack of expertise. She moaned just as hard as they did in porn while he started plunging in and out of her in steady, firm, uncoordinated thrusts. Blunt force rather than precision was the name of his mating game, but she soaked him from tip to knot in hot rabbit juices nonetheless.

Their song of sex wasn't exactly complicated. Just a constant percussive thump thump thump, while she gave an impactful moan at every thud of knot to her glistening folds. They were flinging her juices everywhere in their wild romp. Those were definitely some important-looking papers getting spattered with the result of their mating. But she didn't care, and he was well beyond the capacity of caring by then. He fucked her hard until the desk was creaking, its wooden legs being rested but holding fast beneath the constant assault of the fox's efforts.

She didn't need him to last long, and he was already straining. Giving her that wrinkled, slightly snarly expression as some particularly firm flexes passed through his cock. Right from taint to tip, he was already so very ready to cum inside that slathered pussy, but he held off for as long as he could. He curled his toes into the floor, scraping new grooves alongside old ones he'd already made. He clutched at the sides of the desk. He closed his eyes, and all but held his breath. Just a little longer. Maybe he could make her cum.

He hardly deserved to get an orgasm out of her, with just how inelegant he was about the whole thing. Just up and down, in and out, every single inch plowing into the horny older bunny. But he was just so big, and to her, such an exotic shape that it was enough to bring out those tight contractions, to make her wetter with every slick slam inside her. Maybe it was partly just the thought of what she was doing. Getting fucked by her own predator species right there in her own office. He might have been the least dangerous-looking canine she'd ever met, with his goofy demeanour and lanky form, but a fox was always a fox. Bunnies like her always made sure to remember that.

Whatever it was, he heard her voice growing even more breathless. Those musical

notes of moans she was giving grew much more rapid, building to a squealing, whimpering noise that sounded so utterly pathetic coming out of anyone. Much less such a confident, intelligent woman like her. But she didn't care. She was climaxing on that fox dick, and she was squirting right into his fur in moments. Clenching tight around his shaft as she rode out her peak, leaving at least a little mark upon him. Just something for him to remember her by before he showered next.

He grunted and he huffed and he even let slip a few canine whimpers of his own. He sounded in those moments more like a small, frightened dog than the proper predator he was supposed to be. And his balls were going tight, his knot was bulging out even thicker, fuller. It was always tempting to plunge that inside of her, damn the consequences. But aside from how much that was sure to hurt her, he also didn't relish being tied with her for the full half hour, left vulnerable to any interruptions. He was content to just bottom out between those soft thighs and start pouring his cum right inside her womb instead.

It would have been the perfect finish for him, if not for being so suddenly startled. Someone was at the door, giving it a few turns only to thankfully find it locked. Nonetheless, Zack was so alarmed by the unexpected visitor that he pulled right out of the bunny's pussy, and started cumming onto her shirt absentmindedly. He was hardly even noticing his own pleasure anymore, instead left staring right towards the door and waiting to see who might be there. His heart sank right down into his paws when he heard the jingle of keys. He didn't breathe.

"Is someone in there? Do you need help? I thought I heard you shouting..." came the voice of the custodian on the other side.

Claire just giggled, sighing dreamily as her afterglow set in. She didn't seem remotely worried. Zack, meanwhile, was frantic. He looked this way and that, he scrambled around, his cock still hard, even dripping cum down to the floor as he went to the door to keep it from opening. Eventually he just spoke up, not thinking about how he was going to explain any of it.

"Uh. It's fine! I'm, uh, it's just me in here."

"You're not the professor," the custodian said. The suspicion in his voice was clear. "What are you doing alone in her office? With the door locked?"

Zack was just jamming his cock back in his pants, which wasn't exactly easy with that knot still engorged. "Uhhh. I'm just waiting for her! She said to lock the door. You know. Just in case."

He had no idea what he meant by that. He was just making it up as he went. Claire was just beaming at him the whole time, too. She was enjoying this, not realizing how disastrous it was going to be for him if someone found out. He couldn't help but frown at her a little. Even if she didn't get it, why didn't she seem to care at all? Didn't she have a husband? Unless this was some weird way of getting back at him for something. Getting herself all full of fox cum. Well, covered with it, at this point.

Zack's mind was racing. The janitor was silent for a time, maybe considering the lame explanation. The fox couldn't stand it. He couldn't handle the anticipation. And she was just sprawled there, her legs spread wide, showing off that soaked sex. She wasn't even bothering to put her pants back on. If someone came in, it was going to be so obvious. He couldn't let them get caught in the act. They were all going to laugh at him. Or worse And he was a little angry that she didn't seem to care at all about him. Like she was just... using him, or something.

He was always just eating meat that had already long been killed. Always pushing the thought of what it used to be out of his head. He never liked the thought of something wriggling inside him. But in that state of panic, he couldn't think of anything else to do. And if the janitor thought he was in there alone, he was going to have to prove it. He was going to have to hide her. The thought of what he was about to do repulsed him, but it was desperation, not hunger.

She was still beaming at him right until the last moment. Until she had those fangs right in her face, his open jaws framing her vision. Then there was a brief look of horror. And doubt, for just a moment. He wouldn't really do it, she told herself for those few seconds before his jaws wrapped around her feet, and she was staring down at the terrifyng gape of his throat enveloping her toes. Yes, he was really doing it. And so much faster than she ever even thought it possible.

Zack wasn't thinking anymore. All he cared about was making sure he didn't get into trouble. Before she could cry out, he pressed out hand up over her mouth, and cupped it tightly to hold her lips shut as best he could. She still managed a few muffled cries once she got over the original shock. His impulsive assault was only spurred on further when he heard the jingle of keys again, and the custodian's impatient voice.

"Look, kid. I don't know what you're up to in there, but I gotta clean. I'm coming in."

Maybe if he'd just waited, Claire could have called out and changed his mind. But it was too late for that. Her thighs was descending down the fox's gullet while his paw remained firmly over her mouth, partly concealing her shocked expression. She was too stunned to even wriggle properly. Something he was quite thankful for. That let her soft form slide down the slick tunnel of his throat much more easily, rapidly vanishing from sight to become nothing more than a bulge. He was lean, but still so much bigger than her, leaving her as little more than a vague, shifting shape beneath his fur as he hefted her right up into the air.

He wasn't thinking at all anymore. Especially not once he heard the key pressing into the lock. It didn't turn. There were plenty of keys to try, after all. Zack kept going, figuring it out with every gulp. He had no idea what he was doing, and his instincts were far too buried to provide him any help. But she fit, and he still had plenty of strength in the muscles of his throat. So inexperienced as he was, he still sent that bunny down to a slimy prison one heavy gulp at a time as he drooled all over her fur. She tasted good. He knew that already, but never in this context. But he still wasn't sure what he thought about the idea of having her completely inside him. It still just seemed ... gross, somehow.

As much as he'd meant this as nothing more than a way to hide her, it was feeling... better than he expected. He thought there would be a lot of pain, a lot of awkward stretching to make her fit. And his stomach was making all kinds of noises he'd never heard before. Maybe it was just the strain of too much food - but he didn't feel like anything was wrong. There was no discomfort, no strain. Even once she started settling into his belly, burdening it with her weight, but not really making for a bulge. She was squirming by then, but that didn't bother him either. As much as he'd denied the thought for so long, his body was made for this, after all. Even if he was putting it to more practical than predatory use.

Her ears were disappearing between his teeth just as he heard the lock popping open. He swallowed hard, listening to her muffled protests mingling with the heavy gworgles of his belly warming up to her presence. She settled hard at the bottom of the chamber, leaving him off-balance once more. He just frantically scrambled into the chair opposite her desk, tucking his shirt back down over his stuffed middle. When that wasn't good enough of a disguise, he put his backpack over his middle as well, feeling her kicking against the slimy walls around her. She could really deliver a solid blow with those feet of hers, even in such a cramped position, but he couldn't let himself grunt or react at all.

That was just when the janitor entered. Zack took the most inconspicuous position possible, which of course just made him look all kinds of guilty. The custodian was an old donkey, and immediately shot the fox a suspicious glare. Zack tried not to notice, briefly making eye contact and then looking away again. He could feel Claire squirming hard, even struggling. Maybe panicking a little. He needed her to understand. This wasn't about preying on her, he just needed her... out of the way for a while. He couldn't reassure her until the damn janitor was gone, couldn't even move lest he risk revealing himself and that slight movement beneath his shirt. She was barely visible. At most it could have been mistaken for a bit of a pot belly. But she just would not not hold still for a single goddamn second. Every movement felt like it was blatantly obvious to him, even if it was barely noticable to someone who couldn't see her kicking.

That donkey was watching him the entire time, making his cheeks burn with guilt. He took far too long just to do a few quick sweeps and mop, and Zack tried to look like he was preoccupied with something. He eventually pulled out one of his notebooks and just started flipping through it, pointing to random bits of his own scrawling and murmuring to himself as if each entry was full of meaning. It still wasn't enough for that untrusting old ass.

"What does a bunny want with a fox all alone in her office anyway?" he probed.

Zack just shrugged, doing his best to act innocent. "What? She's gonna, uh, help me with this assignment. It's not like we're anywhere close to the curfew."

And as soon as those words left his lips, he felt his heart do a somersault. It was hours from curfew. Predators eating prey at this hour was highly illegal. Punishable in all manner of ways he didn't even like to think about. Even if he somehow managed to spit her out, that didn't change things. She could tell someone. She could have him arrested, or maybe she wouldn't even bother with the authorities and just gather up some of her big friends for a little vigilante justice. He didn't think she would really do that, as long as he could explain himself to her but maybe ... maybe he shouldn't give her that chance, he thought.

It was no small thing he was considering. Sure, it happened every night, pretty much. But doing so out of curfew, outside of the usual predatory laws? That was a much bigger deal. He tensed right up, putting an almost crushing pressure on his prey, provoking a sharp gasp from Claire. She was all but yelling at him by then, not at all pleased with her present circumstances. Especially when his stomach automatically churned inwards on her, squeezing her into a tighter and tighter ball. Maybe he wasn't trying to actually treat her like meat when he ate her, but his body didn't care. It knew prey when it felt it.

The janitor didn't pressure him further, though he was still shooting that same glare. Zack couldn't tell if he had heard any of those muffled cries, or those gurgles. He was just going to have to assume not. His fingers were digging into the armrests of the chair he was in, and he was gritting his teeth hard. In that moment of impulsive hunger, he'd become a criminal. And it was all her fault. He was a little angry, but mostly he was scared. For himself. Not for her.

The donkey left the door open when he departed, leaving Zack to get up and close it again, his stuffed middle jiggling all the way. He mostly just looked pudgy - there was no especially clear outline to give away his illegal act. But she was still moving plenty. He gave a few soothing rubs at her form, trying to calm her, and leaned down to speak at his own belly.

"Hey, just... don't freak out. I just needed to hide you. I couldn't... I couldn't let them find out what we were doing."

She was indignant. Even muffled in slimy stomach, he could still hear the sharpness of her tone. "And so your best plan to cover it up was to do something completely illegal? The safe period doesn't end for hours!"

Zack knew she was right, but he just kept kneading at his gut, trying to think. All that rubbing had a way of really churning up the digestive process, really making his gut rumble and squeeze, ready to start converting her to nutrients. He thought about how horrifying it would have felt to feel her melting down. To work over her face, her breasts, her thighs - to ruin them all and claim them for his own. As much as he'd always been taught that it was who he really was, what he was always supposed to do, it just seemed far too cruel to give in to. On purpose anyway. But he was starting to wonder if it might be necessary. If she was even going to give him a choice. It would have just been easier to forget about her, as unpleasant as the consequences would have been for her.

"Just... just hang on. I'll let you out when I know the coast is clear," he assured.

"Hang on? You're already digesting me!" she fussed. She wasn't in any pain yet, but she could already feel how hungrily the fox's insides kneaded at her. Sizing her up, preparing to start breaking her down. And she was getting that tingly slime all over her, soaking into her fur, making such a ruined mess out of it.

"Am not! I'm just holding you!" he told her, but some part of him knew he was lying.

"Spit me out now, and I won't fail you," she firmly said.

Something about that really struck Zack. She was deep down in his stomach, entirely helpless, but still making threats towards him. He might not have been a very good predator. But he was still a fox. He didn't think himself the type to feel challenged so easily, but he really didn't like being told what to do by someone he could so easily just stop listening to, and digest alive.

So he just leaned back. Smoothing up and down the firm belly that concealed her presence inside him. Barely there. No one could hear her but him, and the rising noise of his digestives working on her was starting to drown her out completely. So he just shrugged, and didn't say anything else. Instead, he stood, gathered his things, made sure his shirt was buttoned all the way down, and began to leave her office, jostling her up and down with every single step.

She fought at first, realizing what his silence met. But she settled down eventually as he made his way across campus, heading back towards his dorm. Maybe she was just giving in, accepting her fate. Or maybe she was just running short of air and energy. Either way, she had to know it would end up like this to seduce a fox like him, he reasoned as he stepped into the elevator, hitting the button for the third floor.

A cute squirrel came dashing towards him before the doors could close. He didn't hold them, but she slipped through anyway and shot him a bit of an annoyed look. They rode up for a few seconds in complete silence, but for the faint noise of his stomach sloshing with the movement of the elevator. She didn't look at him again, holding oddly still as she stood there beside him. Did she know? Or could she just sense it somehow?

Either way, she didn't say anything before he stepped out on his floor. Claire was still moving, but it was more writhing by then. And he was a little bit horny. He'd finished, but the interruption meant he didn't actually feel all that satisfied. His cock was stirring, giving a few blaant thumps and pulses that were hard to hide, leaving him feeling the discomfort working right up his spine while he pumped out a little pre. He was still terrified of getting caught. But there was ... sensations. A few things he liked about the feeling that was just making it hard to focus on the practical situation.

And it just kept making him firmer. He found himself quite thankful that he had a room by himself, because as soon as he got the door closed and the light on, he was yanking off his belt and tossing away his pants. His dick simply had to be free, as soon as possible. He leapt over onto his unmade made and stretched out his bare legs, wrapping the fingers on one hand around his shaft. And then the other too. Claire had probably just been flattering him when she said it earlier, but he swore she was actually right. He did seem bigger than he used to be.

There was so much to worry about. She was going to be reported missing, and there would be an investigation. Everyone knew she wasn't dumb enough to wander out during curfew. Not when she was a rabbit of such stature, who commanded such respect. And when people found out that she had been eaten during safe hours, the prey types were going to be furious. He thought about that donkey, and that looks he'd cast in Zack's direction. Was he going to report the fox in her office? Was he going to be a suspect?

That was all important to think about, surely. But he couldn't focus on much more than the fact that he was actually doing it. She was getting gurgled, squirms and all, and things were getting much more violent in there. Loudly churning, squeezing hard enough to crush and cause pain. And starting to burn through fur to eat into her skin beneath. There was really no going back then. Even though he hadn't done irrevocable damage, he'd already long passed the point of reasonable doubt. He couldn't tell her he was just scared, that he'd just panicked anymore. He was obviously enjoying himself, and the constant pulses of his knotted meat was proof of that.

To feel her still slowly squirming, but defeated by the power of his belly, that was frightened. And yet, without really thinking, he ended up stroking at his dick anyway. Up and down, pumping his hips back and forth rapidly, bouncing there in his bed. Grunting out loud. He didn't care who heard him, who knew he was jerking off. He needed this. And he tried not to think about his stomach starting to overtake her with his digestion, sizzling her and making her cry out, only to end up choking and gurgling as she swallowed the vile stuff that was melting her down, bit by bit.

At first it was uncomfortable for her, but once his stomach acids burrowed deep enough into her body, and flowed into her ofirices to start working on her from the inside, it was surely terribly painful. That's how it sounded anyway, judging by the sounds she started making. They weren't quite screams - more just shrieks. Strange, anguished wails that would have terrified him in any other context, but he just ignored them and kept stroking himself off, spurting his pre all over his sheets, over his shirt. Great, watery ropes like he was already cumming, while he shut his eyes tight and tried not to focus on the feeling of turning her into fat. And worse.

Hell, he hadn't even thought of that part. No one was going to find her because he was going to send her down the pipes into the sewers when he was done with her. That was such an awful thought. But he couldn't settle down, couldn't lose that enduring need. His masturbating became near frantic, wildly pumping up and down at his entire length. Squeezing at his knot, playing with his balls, even pressing a finger to his own taint. And all the while, trying not to be too alarmed by her violent twitches, as her body really started to work down and get ruined. It was going to be a while yet before he fully digested her, but in the meantime his stomach was already treating her terribly.

A warm, soothing sensation started there in his middle and spread all through his body as he worked on her. He could feel it in his fingertips, in his toes, even in his tail. Hell, he could feel it in his ass, tingling there on his prostate. He just tried to ignore it. That wasn't who he was. He wasn't a predator. This was all just a practical thing to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble. And jerking off was just unrelated.. And so with a whoop and a growl and an uncharacteristic gnash of his teeth, practically drooling on himself, he came, not thinking about what an insult it was too her as she suffered within him.

He couldn't even believe the distance he was getting. A great hot spurt shot nearly to the ceiling while his hips bucked down to the bed in recoil. And then he was splattering there over his belly, hoping she could feel the warmth, could tell exactly what he was doing. That he was getting off on digesting her. And when the thick initial spurts of pure hot cream turned to watery gushes, he was left panting hard, his tongue hanging limply down against his right cheek, while he simply stared at the ceiling. His mind had been utterly blown by that perfect climax, by that massive peak blasting through his senses. It might even have been better than the orgasms he had while fucking her.

There were a ton of things he should have been thinking about. All the possible evidence, all the people who were going to be looking for her. He hadn't exactly gone out of his way to cover his tracks, aside from devouring the key witness. Hell, they could probably get a semen sample from the sheets of paper left on her desk. Things were not going to go well if they caught him. And he wasn't going to get to fuck her again either. He'd done something impulsive and probably completely stupid. But rather than prepare himself for the consequences, he just drifted off for a nap, still covered in his own cum, wearing a dumb, satisfied expression on his grinning face. In that moment, he felt that no matter what happened, he didn't care.

***

Zack's sleep was more akin to a coma, leaving him a drooling, snoring wreck of a fox as he remained sprawled there for all the rest of the day, and well into the night as well. It was bright out when he passed out, and dark when he finally opened his eyes again. That was disorienting, leaving him smacking his lips and rubbing at his face in a state of intense confusion. He barely even knew where he was, and he felt strange. It took some time for all the sensations to come flooding back to him.

First there was the weight in his belly. Then the movement. His sitting up seemed to stir his prey to consciousness as well. He prodded at her for good measure. She kicked back. Less defiant than before. Guess she was getting used to the idea by then. Digestion had chilled out some while he slept, as well. She wasn't much farther along than when he began. Maybe it wasn't too late. But having already melted her a little, already metabolized a few little non-vital pieces of her, she was definitely going to tell someone about it. Hell, even if she didn't, they were going to know just to look at her anyway. All those missing patches of fur, those shallow burns on her skin. He had no other choice.

A belch, and he was licking his chops, reaching for his phone. He knew they were going to be looking for her. Someone like her failing to abide by the curfew just didn't happen - everyone was going to suspect some sort of illegal activity. He wondered if they were already looking, and he scanned through the headlines and the university's announcement page. Nothing yet. But Zack knew she had a husband, so at least one person knew she didn't make it home that night.

Standing up made for a lot of noise. His gut wasn't exactly jiggly, just slightly firmer than usual, sticking out a touch. He was pretty sure he'd been bigger after a big holiday meal. There was plenty of sloshing though. It sounded like he was vigorously shaking a half-full jug with his every step as he lugged himself off to the shower. He still a feeling of ecstasy sticking to his brain, bathing every sensation in a golden gleam, ;ike his orgasm from the previous night had somehow still lingered. He felt weird, almost as if he was on drugs or something.

He fell asleep a real mess the night previous, so he lingered a long while under the steaming water to get his fur scrubbed fresh. Claire gave him a few good kicks while he was there. Maybe the hot water was making it even hotter for her, adding to that unbearable heat she was already trapped with. Eventually the thudding feet proved too much of a bother and he threw his arms in the air, speaking down to his filled gut.

"Look, I had to do it, okay! I can't let you out now. Everyone will know."

She was quiet, but when he perked his ears he actually heard her reply. To his surprise, she didn't sound nearly as upset as she had been before. "Yeah, I get it. I mean, it's pretty sexy, to some extent. If not exactly pleasant for me."

While it wasn't quite approval, he still felt a wave of relief come over him like a cool breeze amid that steamy shower. "So you're not mad at me?"

"Let's call it ambivalent."

"... I don't know what that means."

She actually chuckled. "It means I'm not gonna scream at you, but I'm still going to kick as much as can!"

And she did, giving him a solid wack with that big rabbit foot. She was getting weaker after that enduring acid bath, but it hadn't taken all the fight out of her yet.

"Ow! Geez. I mean. I guess that's fair." He shrugged. "Just, uh. Maybe don't do it when I'm in public? I really really can't get caught doing this."

"I think I'll do it whenever I want. You're the one who ate me! I'm your problem now."

Zack didn't know what to say to that. He just finished washing himself, paying special attention to the weight in his belly. No real bulge, but there was pressure. She hadn't even gone soft yet, her elbows and shoulders still pressing against the squishy walls firmly. Enough to be a little uncomfortable maybe, but the ecstasy of being filled with a living meal overwrote any discomfort he might have felt. He got himself dried off and groomed, and just stood naked looking in the mirror for a while.

He turned this way and that, kneading at his middle all the while. Lifting it, squeezing deep, jutting it out. Maybe it looked like he'd suddenly gained a little weight, but even completely nude like that, no one was going to guess an actual person was inside him. Once covered up with a shirt and jacket, he was pretty sure he could go out in public without anyone shooting him any weird looks.

And he was going to have to. It was almost time for Claire's morning class, and even though he had inside knowledge that the professor wasn't going to be showing up today, he couldn't just skip it. That would be incriminating. So after sitting around for a while, he got dressed and gathered his books. It was going to be a risk, but he was pretty sure staying home would make him a suspect. If he wasn't already.

It felt like everyone was looking at him as he walked across the campus, a little slower than usual. He might not have been bloated with his meal, but he was still supremely full. No need for breakfast when that much rabbit meat was pushing at all corners of his stomach. He avoided meeting the eyes of anyone who glanced in his direction, focusing on the sidewalk in front of him as he swiftly made his way to the lecture hall. Most of the other students were already there by the time he arrived, uncharacteristically late. Were they going to notice?

The next few minutes had him cringing, squirming in his seat. It was so quiet in there without the professor talking. A few people were chatting to each other, but he wished they'd be louder. Otherwise the messy glorps coming from inside him were going to be audible. He already took a spot well away from everyone else, but still. A firm prod to his prey was supposed to settle his belly down, but just ended up getting her moving. And then there was another of those firm kicks, hard enough he flinched and grunted out loud.

That had his cheeks burning, and he immediately looked up to glance around at the rest of the class. He felt guilty and revealed, like that mere sound had given away everything. No one was even looking at him. More people were talking at that point, mostly about whether there was an email cancelling class that they missed or something. Nobody mentioned the possibility of their professor being eaten. At least, he didn't hear anyone say it. But maybe they were thinking it.

Twenty minutes after class was supposed to start, and a tall moose finally stepped in, holding an armful of scattered notes, wearing a flustered expression. He took up position at the front of the class and started fiddling with the laptop sitting there.

"Um. I'm not sure where the professor is this morning, but I'll be filling in for her until she arrives. I think... if you can all open your textbooks to page one-forty-five..."

That just had all the students murmuring, and then chuckling covertly to each other. Claire never believed in textbooks, so none of them brought theirs. That left the moose all the more flustered.

"Right. Well, if nobody has their books, I'll just have to show you."

He held up a diagram, and started dryly explaining what they were all looking at. It certainly wasn't the usual charm that the bunny had with her lessons, and most people were pretty checked out before long. Zack did his best to focus, taking extensive notes just to try to make it look like his mind wasn't elsewhere. Not much of what he even wrote down made any sense, but as long as he looked busy, nobody would suspect him, he figured.

The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. He wondered if Claire could hear any of it. If she was judging her replacement from within the fox. But at least she stayed quiet. He feared she might call for help in the quieter moments, or just squirm so much that he couldn't hide how loud his stomach was getting. No such thing. He let most of the other students clear out before he got up, fearing bumping into someone on the way out, but no one was really looking his way. It seemed like he might really get away with it.

On the second day, she was mostly dormant inside of him. He went to class, and the moose bumbled in again, looking just as disoriented as before. He cleared his throat once everyone was inside, then gave a wave of his hands for attention.

"Excuse me. If you could all quiet down. Excuse me," he began. It took some time for anyone to listen to him. Except for Zack, who was doing his best model student impression just to keep from drawing any attention to himself. The moose went on. "We're not declaring anything yet, but in the meantime... if any of you have seen your usual professor around, please do let someone know. We're not sure... well, we're not saying anything yet."

He was dodging around what everyone was already thinking. Zack held very still as the replacement professor scanned over all the predators in the room. He wasn't even being subtle about that. And that was when Zack felt one more big kick inside him. A big thud to his belly wall that made him flinch. Shortly after that, he belched out accidentally, the sound ringing all through the classroom. That earned him a glare from the moose, who walked right up to him. Though he was am awkward, clumsy fellow, he sure was big, especially from that close.

"Was that supposed to be funny? Do you think this is some kind of joke, Zack?"

The fox's cheeks turned extra hot beneath his fur. "No sir! Not at all sir. That was an accident. I'm sorry."

The big herbivore didn't relent, still glaring. "Right. Something you ate didn't agree with you, huh?"

"Um. I guess. Maybe. Sorry."

That was when the moose leaned even closer, bending forward to get to Zack's height. He spoke much more covertly.

"Trust me when I say you don't want to become a suspect. Getting arrested is one thing. But do you know what we do to illegal predators around her?"

A shiver ran down Zack's spine. "Uh. No."

"You don't want to find out." His tone was ice cold.

"Right. Yes sir."

"If we find out it was you - trust me when I say I'll be right there with the rest of them."

Zack just nodded vigorously. He didn't even breathe until the moose stepped back. But even all through class he shot him a few sharp looks. All the fox could do was try his best to remain still, to keep his belly from making any noise, and to avoid the gaze of his new professor while the old one sloshed in his gut. Simmering down to nothing, to less and less by the moment, ensuring that there wasn't going to be any evidence of what he'd done. The worry was still there, but he just kept telling himself that he made the right decision.

By the third day of digesting her, she was officially considered missing. A few posters were up, along with a cute picture of her that Zack couldn't help but stop and stare at. Seemed her husband had reported her missing, and everyone immediately suspected something. The poster put it as gently as possible, but it still made mention of 'suspicious predators', and to report them if anyone saw them. He wondered what caused a predator to be considered more suspicious than they already were.

It was that moment, standing there reading about his professor's disappearance, that he realized she had stopped moving entirely. He kind of expected it to be a more dramatic moment than that. A big, final compression of his stomach squeezing all the remaining life out of his prey. But instead, it was just a slow decline into stillness, leaving her as little more than a lump of rabbit-shaped meat deep in his gut. He sighed, finally starting to get used to the feeling. Even if there were a few pangs of guilt in his chest. For a while, he was just putting off thinking about her, trying to tell himself that she was just going to stay for a while, and he could decide to spit her out later. But the decision was officially out of his hands. Or maybe he'd already made it.

Either way, he was still going to have to hide her for some time. Just because she wasn't breathing anymore didn't mean she was gone from his body. There was still plenty of digesting to do. He went through the next few days, and the weekend, doing his best not to draw too much attention to himself. He kept his eyes open for any sign of the police, but he never saw a trace. That seemed weird. He was pretty sure there would have been a full investigation by then, but it just seemed so hush-hush. Even the initial posters vanished after a while, as if everyone had forgotten to look for her.

It wasn't like he'd made many friends yet in his freshman year, so nobody was pressing him to come out and party on friday. He ended up going to bed early, feeling an especially persistent bit of pressure in his lower intestine, or thereabouts. Not quite ready to let her out, but getting there. A good sleep, and his body was going to be finally done with her, after just a week of digesting her entire self. And then maybe the crushingly ominous feeling of impending punishment would go away. The phantom of guilt haunting his thoughts was probably there to stay though.

***

He awoke early with an urgent need. It was enough to rouse him to his feet and send him scrambling to the bathroom before it was too late. He hadn't felt such cramps since the last time he greatly overate, during his single experience with weed. His gut was positively aching, and he found himself outright groaning and whimpering as he got his bare rump settled down on the toilet.

It had always been a little big for him, built to fit all kinds of predators, including those much larger than him. But for once, he was thankful for that. Because the load he was about to drop off in the water was quite possibly the biggest dump he'd ever taken. He had kind of wondered if this part would be pleasant, but it definitely wasn't. His hole got stretched wide, making him flinch and yelp as he started forcing out that tightly-packed, rock-solid shit, letting it break off and torpedo down into the water with a tidal splash. And that was just the first piece.

Not one minute of squeezing the bunny's former self out of his ass, and the fox was leaning forward like a downhill skier, his hands planted on his knees, his ears flattened to his head. His eyes were watering from how uncomfortable it was to dispose of her, and he was left gritting his teeth. He half wondered if she had somehow done this on purpose. Her final revenge. Somehow. But more likely, it was just his body not even being remotely used to dealing with this much food at once, trained to be lazy and let food be brought to him rather than hunt it down himself. He was still a fox, but he hadn't been acting like one, and now he was paying for it.

It wasn't just the stretching, but also the intense cramping in his bowels. It took a great, long time to move those gigantic logs of shit, a ton of pressing and forcing them out. Sometimes it seemed almost impossible, leaving him just grunting there above the waste-filled bowl, huffing and straining. It was actually physically exhausting, like this was some kind of marathon. It was, in a sense of the word. Minutes ticked by with the fox working all of his prey out, flushing when the bowl filled to the brim, but not done yet.

It was a full thirty minutes on the toilet before he could actually feel the end. Though the worst was yet to come. His body had done a fairly good job of pulverizing and digesting her bones, leaving them mostly as just tickly flecks throughout the chunks. But the very end was a dry, chalky mass of painfully hard shit, made up of softened and smoothed bones that were agony to pass. He found himself thumping his fist again his thigh as he struggled and forced and whimpered all through the final process until he finally heard that massive splash he was longing for.

That left him a panting, shaking mess of a fox. Worn right out, and still feeling his ass stinging from the intense stretch he gave it. It took him a while to even recover enough to grab some paper and get himself clean, taking a good while of that to try to numb the pain he felt. Standing was difficult too, and after he washed his hands, he just shrugged and stripped down entirely. Maybe a warm bath would help his poor ruined asshole recover.

That was where he was soaking when he heard a firm knock on his door. One of those solid, full-fisted thuds the likes of which typically meant police. Zack shot up from where he was slumped in the hot water. Maybe he could pretend he wasn't there? But that could mean they might force the door, and who knew what kind of evidence they might find? He was pretty sure he hadn't left anything too obviously tying the two of them together laying around. But he didn't trust himself.

So he just got up and did a quick scrub with a towel to get himself relatively dry, then wrapped it around his waist to answer the door. To his surprise, there were no police there. Just one single rabbit, if a particularly tall one for his species. And it was well after curfew. He didn't seem afraid, and just stepped right in the doorway as soon as Zack opened it. He almost dropped his towel in his surprise.

"I know what you did," said the rabbit, and that was when Zack recognized him.

The tall, solidly-built brown bunny was an impressive specimen. And Claire's husband. Plenty more masculine than the fox, despite being roughly half his height. As much as he had the size advantage, he found himself immediately intimidated. He couldn't think of any better response than to feign innocence.

"... What do you mean?" And then, slightly more clever, he thought of a decent lie. "Is this about the essay? I already told them - it was an accident! Those were my own words!"

"That's a good try, but it's not going to work on me, kid. I can see the fat on your skinny body. You're thicker. Like only a predator can be. She satisfy you, at least?"

He took another step inside, and Zack just automatically took a step right back, raising his hands to get ready to defend himself. It was silly of him to think he couldn't take a herbivore in a fight, but something just told him he didn't want it to come to that.

"Hey, look, it wasn't ... I didn't really want to do it."

"Whatever. I don't care why you did it, kid. Foxes do what foxes do. That's why I said no a proper police investigation. Which was pretty merciful of me. You know what they do to illegal predators?" He closed the door behind him, and gave an enduring glare that nearly made Zack shudder. "But it's simple. I'm down a wife. So you owe me."

That left Zack just blinking. "Well, um. That sounds reasonable to me. Thank you for your, ah, forgiveness, mister ... "

"It's Jake."

"Right." Zack nodded over-enthusiastically. "But how exactly can I repay you for something like that?"

Jake just kept giving that intense stare. This time, not just at the fox's eyes, but travelling up and down his partly-naked body. "You know, even with the prey-weight, you're pretty slim. Girly, even. I think you'll do."

"... Do?"

Jack didn't say anything more. He just nodded over to the bed. Zack swallowed, but he wasn't going to refuse. He was already in the bulky rabbit's debt. One slip of his tongue and he was in all kinds of trouble. His life would be ruined. And a good luck at that muscular brown form, and Zack was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to deal with Jake the same way he did Claire. Hell, he wouldn't have been surprised if that big rabbit was somehow able to eat him instead.

So the fox just obeyed. He really had no choice. And... it was kind of hot. He'd never been with a guy, but maybe it was time to start. So he moved over and sat on the side of the bed, but that just made Jake shake his head. He made a spinning gesture with his finger.

"Just get on your belly. You're my wife tonight, we'll say."

That made Zack bite his lip. He didn't know what exactly he expected, but it wasn't getting fucked in the ass by his professor's husband. But still, there was that threat of something terrible happening if he didn't obey. So he just kept doing as told, sprawling out across his bed, letting his towel drop and reveal his bare orange fur, still slightly damp. And his puffy, still intensely sore asshole. He always heard it hurt the first time, but he was pretty sure this time was going to be especially painful. Thinking ahead, he grabbed one of his pillows, ready to bite into it if need be.

Jake was on top of him in an instant. His belt clanked to the floor as he left his pants behind, mounting up on the well-fed predator. Neither of them said anything. They both knew the stakes. Knew exactly who was in control. Jake didn't even have to be physically forceful. He already had Zack by the throat. Figuratively at first. And then more literally, as he leaned down and gave the back of his neck a solid bite with his flat teeth. Just asserting a little more dominance. His chomp was firm enough that it almost broke the skin.

Zack just gave a faint whimper. For a predator, he felt so utterly helpless beneath the weight of the rabbit. Especially once he felt a big fat cock grinding into his fur. Humping at his spine, bouncing a pair of plump balls up and down atop him. Jake was almost as hung as the fox himself, and for someone half his size otherwise that was just ridiculous. No wonder Claire never seemed to have any trouble handing every inch of him but the knot.

As much as he was whimpering already, when he felt that stiff member pressing up beneath his tail, prodding at his sensitive rim, he was all but squealing. It was a sound entirely unbecoming of a fox. He just gripped that pillow hard, digging his claws into it, and finally just had to bite it when Jake pressed forth. Neither gentle nor slow about it, he knew he had full control of the fox, and he didn't care how sore his ass was from dealing with his wife. He shoved his dick right up under that fluffy tail, and dug deep until Zack could feel a fat pair of balls slapping against his cheeks.

It stung, both sharp and dull pain all at once. He was already pretty badly stretched, but he was pretty sure things were getting even worse. The hot puff of Jake's breath came to his shoulders and back as the rabbit started fucking him hard. No buildup, no foreplay, no letting him get used to it. There was only the thumping, slamming thrusts as that horny rabbit painfully used him for his own pleasure. Just a sleeve to get himself off - a sex toy rather than a person. That was how Zack felt, anyway. It was still kind of hot.

His eyes were watering again before long, and he found himself gritting his teeth, grinding them together painfully. It occurred to him for a moment that it was well past curfew, and the rabbit had quite willingly entered a predator's home. So even if there was evidence, then it would have been legal to strike back, to shred that big bastard. The thought appealed to him briefly, igniting reserves of energy through his body, making him tense up. But the thought of the rabbit fighting back just frightened him too much, and so the fox slumped back down, submitting to the vicious, vengeful pounding no matter how much it hurt.

Maybe in another context he would have been turned on by the guilty pleasure of getting utterly ruined by a bunny. But it just hurt too much. Zack's sheath remained dormant, entirely soft as he got plowed. He gnawed deep into his pillow until the stuffing was falling out, and he pounded his fists against the bed. But as much as he writhed, he didn't resist. He let the cute, digested bunny's husband have his way with him, treat him like a bitch, and stuff him absolutely full of every single inch of throbbing rabbit dick while his balls spanked Zack's ass numb.

He found himself wondering if it had all been worth it. If fucking his professor, and being forced to eat and digest her just to save his own predatory skin was reward enough for the punishment he was now enduring. It definitely didn't feel like it. He was a whimpering mess, and Jake just wouldn't finish. He took his time, and he only got rougher with him the longer he went. Nothing seemed to tire him out. Not even accelerating from a rapid thump to a merciless, jackhammer rutting that was leaving Zack outright numb. By that point, lack of feeling was a mercy.

Zack didn't know how long it had gone on for when those wild thrusts finally slowed. Jake gave a few deep, hard grunts as he finished with some slow, hard lunges of his hips like he were trying to break down a gate with his dick, and finally he reached his peak. Every single inch buried in that sore ass, he throbbed from ears to toes, he rubbed himself back and forth, and he gave a great fat spurt of pre inside Zack that he actually thought was his cumshot at first. Just a warning shot, the sign of so much more on the way.

Everything up until that point had been nothing but pain, but the feeling of cum flowing inside of him was surprisingly pleasant. It even gave a slight twitch to Zack's sheath for a moment, but that was all he got out of it. Jake came rope after rope, until it didn't even feel like a single orgasm anymore. The hot seed was oddly soothing on Zack's abused hole, and feeling it sloshing around inside his intestines was one of the only sensations so far that wasn't just pain.

Nonetheless, his cheeks were burning. Especially when the rabbit pulled out suddenly and shot the rest of his load, or loads, all over the fox's back. A scent-sensitive canine like him immediately knew the significance of that. He'd been marked. He was gonna smell like rabbit jizz. Even if no one else could tell, he was going to be able to, and he'd know what it meant. Jake just made him his bitch.

He was panting, whimpering, utterly numb to the point he couldn't even move his legs, and he felt a little kiss on the back of his head. That almost felt mocking after a ramming like that. He couldn't tell if he was bleeding or not - maybe it was just the cum oozing from him. But he felt wrecked. Ruined. Like his ass was never going to heal. And he didn't even dare go to a doctor about it, because how the hell was he going to explain what had happened without incriminating himself? Hell, the embarrassment alone was enough to ensure he was going to keep it to himself.

"Pretty tight for a fox. Even if you're loose today. Better heal up fast, because that's not the last you'll hear from me." Jake was stroking through Zack's hair as he spoke, which contrasted the harshness of his words. "I'm fine with what you did. But I'm still going to have my fun with this. You try anything, or you disappear, and I'll tell everyone. They'll find you."

Whether he meant the police or ... someone else, Zack didn't know.

"Still, cheer up. We're gonna have some fun. The first few times of getting fucked in the ass are never fun, but you'll toughen up. You're going to make a good vixen for me. Maybe start calling you my new wife eventually."

Zack knew his heart should have been sinking while he listened to all that. He was in pain, humiliated, intimidated. Yet he couldn't help but feel that little twitch in his sheath come back all through that speech. Jake was a man. A real one. And he knew how to fuck. If he wanted to treat Zack like his bitch, then the fox was just going to have to roll with it. Going to have to be his vixen. Maybe he deserved it after what he did. Or maybe he had always wanted to belong to somebody like this, to lift his tail at their command. Either way, as he laid there covered in cum, listening to the door swing shut again, he knew nothing was ever going to be the same. And it was all because of that one life-changing decision he made without thinking.