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Second story for Bubbles Prime concerning Mr. Jorgenson

Contains Poo, underage prey, anal sex between concenting adults, vore of nonconcenting adults, and vore of concenting minors. Poo is wedged between double rows of asterisks.

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"Ow! Heey!" The kitten exclaimed as he got pushed down the third time that day.

A big rat chuckled and padded away, swishing his hairless tail behind him as the recess bell rang.

An otter boy helped the feline up, "Don't mind him, my Papa says bullies are just insecure about something or other."

The kitty rubbed his elbow, licking his paw and rubbing the saliva into the scrape he got from his fall, "Well, that doesn't seem to help right now, Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled, "Well, you could tell Mr. Jorgenson, or I could go get my big brother to scare him straight." He giggled.

"Nah... all that stuff would only make it worse the next day..." The little grey tabby muttered as they re-entered the bungalow classroom.

Mr. Jorgenson had been standing at the door, watching his children and idly rubbing over his soft, smushy gut. He watched the last students enter his room, looking down at his belly and pressing a digit to his lips, before closing the door and starting a lesson, a plan already in action.

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"Tommy?" The equine called at the end of class.

The rat bully grunted from the doorway, having pushed three kids out of the way to get to the door first.

"I'd like a word or two." Mr. Jorgenson said firmly.

Tommy looked uncertain for a moment, but only just, before rolling his eyes and re-entering the room. He slumped into his desk as the last of the students trailed out.

"I've seen how you've been treating your fellow students, and I'd rather not have seen." The big teacher said kindly.

The rat hmmphed, "Then don't watch, Teach."

"I don't want you to keep picking on the smaller kids." The equine said, sounding quite reasonable. "They can't defend themselves."

Tommy shot the teacher a look, as if to say "That's the point, now isn't it?"

The Equine took a step to stand by Tommy's desk. "You can take this seriously, or we can go chat with Mr. Singh."

Tommy leaned back in his chair confidently at the mention of the Principal, tail swishing under him, "Why would he care?"

"Because I've been giving him updates on your behavior already for a week now. And we're going to see him, since you don't seem to care." Mr. Jorgenson hefted the boy by a paw from his chair, letting it clatter down to the floor.

"Why should I care?" The rat muttered, "I've heard his disappointment speech before."

"Because." Mr. Jorgenson dragged Tommy out of the bungalow, heading towards the administration building, "It's a Parent Teacher Conference."

Tommy's eyes widened, "Y-You called my dad?"

Mr. Jorgenson grinned, "That got your attention, didn't it?

"I... But... but..." He started to pull at the equine's hoof hand, but the grip was too strong. Before he knew it, the free hoof was rapping on the Principal's door.

"Come on in, Pete." The principal's voice boomed forth.

The door opened, revealing a big rat in a flannel shirt with his thermal undershirt exposed, and a bit of beer gut exposed under that, seated in one of the conference chairs. Behind the desk however, was a rather massive Indian Rhinoceros. His single horn was pretty blunt, but polished carefully, as it had not developed any cracks. The big Rhino was portly, a bit more so than the equine teacher, and his button down shirt strained against his body. His tie mostly hid the tension his buttons were under.

The adult rat grunted, "So, Tommy... Your principal's been tellin' me about some of the antics kids are blaming on you."

Mr. Jorgenson looked at the fat rat, "I've seen your son in action, the blame is wholly founded."

"I don't care if it's Holy Fondant," The massive rodent raved. "The brats should have never even tattled on him!"

"I... I'm sorry dad..." Tommy muttered towards his navel, as the teacher and administrator stared at the parent.

"Oh you're gonna be sorry." Tommy's dad continued to rant. "You're supposed to put the fear of the almighty into your classmates so they won't tell on you! So they'll even defend ya if you get caught out of fear of what you'll do to them!"

Tommy started to shrink away from his father at the verbal abuse, certain it would turn physical soon. He jumped as he felt a hoof hand on his shoulder. His teacher stood behind him, the round gut hanging just behind his head. The equine spoke firmly, "I think that I'll take Tommy to my own office now, Mr. Singh... you can deal with him your own way." He said, regarding the lardy rat, before guiding his student out of the room and away from his fright of a father.

The little rat felt relieved, but he was worried... was he going to be punished right now? No matter what his dad was gonna beat him tonight for his lacking... He looked up at the pudgy equine, who smiled softly, "Don't worry, Tommy. We'll make sure your dad doesn't hurt you..."

"H-how are you gonna do that?" The boy asked softly, "He's my dad..."

"I can take you somewhere where he can't get at you..." Mr. Jorgenson's voice was smooth and calming as he described. "You'll continue your learning with other students who like it there, and you'll be safe from everything..." As he spoke they arrived at the cramped alternate office, like the ones all the teachers had in the administration building. The equine closed the door and sat down, patting his lap in invitation that Tommy should take a seat there.

The little boy nodded slowly, crawling into his big teacher's lap, blushing a little. His teacher was being so gentle, and this special class the equine described sounded nice. He wouldn't have to act tough anymore for a dad who doesn't care about him as a person...

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Mr. Singh pressed a button under his desk, locking the door, "Now, what do you feel is appropriate punishment?"

"I don't know about you, but Tom's gonna get a taste of my belt at the very least." The fat rat grumbled, scratching his crotch lewdly.

The Rhino raised a brow. "No no no... I meant for you." He steepled his thick fingers in front of his snout to hide the amusement growing on his face.

The slovenly adult looked confused, "What, you can't punish me, I'm not a student here. It was bad enough you took away my brewski and stogie at the gate." He grumbled.

"Well, there's the fact that you not only not see the problem in your son harassing his classmates, but you indeed encourage it." The Indian rhino stood, tugging at his tie, and then starting to unbutton his shirt, "That alone deserves some sort of punishment. But you just admitted to abusing your son, and that I can't allow."

"You've got no proof, Singh." The rat growled, though he was confused... why was the rhino stripping?

Mr. Singh pulled his shirt open, licking his lips, "I have all the proof I need to send you away, for good."

"You really think the cops will believe you?" He stood, a foot shorter than the rhino, and realized he liked it better when they were both seated.

The rhino grinned, and suddenly pulled the rat's flannel off his body in a deft swoop, throwing it to one side. Before the fat rat could react, his belt was undone and being slid out of his beltloops, "Who said I was calling the police...?" The leathery skinned supposed herbivore was drooling, and his gut rumbled loudly.

The lardy rat felt a chilly rush of fear through his form, as his thermal undershirt was roughly pulled off, and he was half naked, "Y-You wouldn't dare... it's not possible... I... I..." He whimpered.

The Rhino smirked, and gaped his mouth wide open, striking with a wet, satisfied gulp.

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Mr. Jorgenson was gently undressing Tommy in the meantime, "Would you like to have some fun before I take you away, Tommy...?"

The little rat blushed as he was being undressed, not sure what to think about It... but his teacher was so gentle. so... the opposite of his dad... he felt safe. He nodded slowly.

The equine grinned, soon having a fully nude rat boy in his lap, and gently undoing his own pants, letting his long equine shaft press into the open, firming up under the rat's soft rump, "there we go..." As the shaft hardened, it pushed Tommy up against the sagging soft belly, which was being uncovered by Mr. Jorgenson's continued disrobing.

Tommy gasped softly, feeling that soft gut squish against him as the hard shaft grew harder, swelling and becoming more firm and upright, pressing at him from the other side, to keep him pinned to that belly. He found it oddly comfortable... it was all Mr. Jorgenson after all... even though there was a shaft nearly as long as his torso pushing against his back, he felt rather safe...

"Like my gut, Tommy?" A hooflike hand gently stroked over one of the rat's ears.

"Y-Yes sir..." He nodded slowly, reaching with his paws to feel at the paunch from all sides, rubbing and squishing it softly as it grumbled low, sounding empty. The hard shaft at Tommy's back started to leak pre on the pudgy boy, the horse breathing a bit more heavily.

"Oooh.. it sounds like the boys want you to join them..." Mr. Jorgenson said softly.

Tommy looked down at that gut... the mottled pattern of the fur. He blinked... now that he really looked at it... it looked like boys' faces...

Mr. Jorgenson licked his lips, "That special place I told you about..." He hefted the boy with his hooves under his arms, "It's in me..."

Tommy gasped softly, wiggling a little... but somehow the idea wasn't scary to him. The equine was so nice, and that belly was so very soft. Being in there wouldn't be scary, and there was a class. Well, how did that work. He couldn't think straight as he was getting slathered all over by a broad equine tongue, so soft and warm. He pressed his face against it when it returned to his cheek, and it gently drew his head into the wide maw with it. "Oooh..."

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The rhino gulped wetly, slathering his broad tongue over the lardy form of the rat, using his hands to keep his arms pinned to his sides, until his jaws were squarely around the parent's shoulders, pinning them down for him. At that point he slid his hands down to grasp the wide, musky ass of his catch, using the grip there for leverage, stuffing the rat deeper, his chest bulging out with the entering bulk.

The rat sputtered and groaned weakly at the stench of decaying meals before him wafted up from the stomach, telling him what he was in store for. He grunted as his ass was grabbed, and whipped his tail out to try and grab onto anything that might halt his progress. The chair he had been sitting in only dragged along with his motions, and soon his feet couldn't reach the floor. He was being lifted!

Mr. Singh moaned happily to himself as he compressed the girth of the sweaty rat's gut into his stretched jaws, groping and squeezing that hefty posterior in his hands and groaning... soon the center of gravity of his meal was in his throat, and he started to stand upright, tilting his head back, letting gravity work on his side, even as he eased off the rest of his own clothing.

Deep inside, the fat rodent's snout pushed against a tight ring of flesh. He wiggled weakly, before he felt his legs getting lifted up and over the rest of his body, the pressure causing the ring to spread before him, and soon his head was slurking into the hot stench of the stomach below. The walls compressed and ground at his face, rubbing juices into his fur as his shoulders started to stretch the valve.

Rumbling with delight, the big rhino gulped harder, one hand now firmly on his gut to feel it swell out, while his other pinned worked to tug off the rat's pants and underwear, tongue slipping in as soon as they were clear to slather about, causing such delicious squirms and writhes, before he gulped again, and those hips were in his throat, just legs and tail outside his maw, the rhino eating the fat rat right out of his trousers.

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Tommy closed his eyes as the warm maw of his teacher gradually worked to claim his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. The wet, rippling walls of the equine throat were so soft and strong, guiding him deeper into the gentle giant with every moment.

One hoof moved from Tommy's side to his rump as he took in the little rat's chest, while Mr. Jorgenson's other hand caressed his own throat, feeling the distention there of his student, a feeling he loved. He reached the little boy's hips and tilted his head back, hand groping that rump tenderly before moving to gently raise his ankles up, gravity working to send lil Tommy on his way to the big horse's special class.

The little rat blushed at the squeeze his rump received, before he found himself sliding down faster, the warmth taking his thighs, then his calves and shins. His nose bumped into a soft ring of muscle, but that opened almost immediately, and his head pressed through, into the welcoming stomach chamber, warm moist walls caressing his face and guiding him to start to curl up, even as a broad equine tongue slathered over his naked feet and tailtip.

Mr.. Jorgenson savored his student for a few moments, rubbing his hard shaft happily, before with a wet resounding gulp, he lowered his head, and the bulge in his throat traveled to his chest, before gathering in his paunch, making it press out further. His free hand squished his pudge over the form of the rat curled up inside, and he huffed lustily, pondering his erection as he felt Tommy settling in. He grinned, licking his lips and standing up.

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The sweaty, messy trousers fell to the ground, revealing a pair of naked feet and a length of naked tail hanging out of the rhino administrator's maw. He licked over the last parts of the adult rat slowly, enjoying the musky taste of the slobby rat's feet as his gut was already working on tenderizing the top half of his meal.

Inside, Tommy's father struggled, now that his arms were free, pushing and clawing at walls, which deflected and were too soft and slick for his claws to take purchase. Normally he'd enjoy someone licking his feet, but in this case, it only cemented doom in his mind. And sure enough, he couldn't feel the cold air any more, and his legs started to bunch up alongside him as a resounding, wet GLRK sounded all around him.

Mr. Singh licked his lips slowly, and opened his eyes to see an equine with a visibly moving paunch, rubbing his ponderous erection in the doorway. He grinned, patting his own gut, "Ooh... we need to do this more often, Pete."

Mr. Jorgenson closed the door, padding over as the Indian Rhino stood, and then laid back over his desk carefully, the folds of his flesh shifting against each other like plates of armor as he settled in on his back, struggling gut sloshing a bit as he stopped moving, the rat inside still trying to find a way out of the wet mess. (Damn, that was a long sentence.) The Equine stood between his administrator's spread legs, and guided his long, not quite yet flared shaft to the moist, musky pucker and pushed in.

"Oooh... That's it Pete... give that rat a bath in your hot seed..." The massive ungulate rumbled as his bowels were spread by the still entering rod of flesh, grunting as he felt the medial ring enter, telling him it was still half and half, making his own lazily floppy arousal start to harden up against the squirming, writhing bulge of gut.

The stallion soon hilted, a hand on his gut separating the two bellies and rubbing over his own meal tenderly. The walls of his stomach had not let out his enzymes yet, just being wet and warm around his student. He began to rock his hips in and out from the principal's pucker, rumbling low.

Deep within, Tommy chittered, relaxing as, after the gentle sways he assumed were Mr. Jorgenson walking, he was gently rocked back and forth, starting to feel drowsy from the warmth and the soft movements all around him.

Tommy's father, however, was yelling and swearing as his whole prison shuddered and bucked back and forth, thrashing at the walls, rapidly running out of energy and air from his struggles. He didn't know that the ponderous gut and armor like dermis of the supposed herbivore muffled his voice to naught under the bass and baritone moans filling the principal's office.

Mr. Singh slapped his own gut, flexing hard around his teacher's shaft, "Oooh... fuuck, Pete... give it to me... I want him to feel your hot seed before he passes out..."

Mr. Jorgenson started thrusting harder, rubbing his own gut slowly, "Shhh... there are impressionable young boys in earshot, sir..." He braced his spare hand on the struggling gut, his haunches glistening with his sweat, not quite frothing from his exertion. The tip of his shaft started to inflate and flare out, and he brayed, slamming his hips home one last time, massive sac jumping as the torrent of equine seed poured forth, gushing up through the rhino's bowels and hindgut.

The adult rat panted weakly, slamming his fists into any surface he could, getting weaker with every moment, when he smelt something that was hot and musky... a mix between fecal matter and old crusty cumrags. He felt it getting wetter with every moment, not aware of what was going on. Soon the bottom of the stomach was pooled with something wet and thick, and the walls around him started to force him to roll into it, coating him in it even as it kept pouring in from somewhere. He gurgled as the last of his air was stolen by the viscous fluid.

The Rhino belched with satisfaction, "Oooh... I might keep him in my hindgut for a while." The outside of his gut was splattered with a hefty load of his own thick, almost glutinous seed.

The equine stayed hilted for a few moments, cradling his gut lovingly, attending to his student before responding to the administrator, "Well, don't let your extra mass show too much, or else someone who's not involved might notice."

"I know... I just think he'll take longer to digest... Rats are stringy." The Rhino said, no doubt from experience. He grunted as the still flared shaft started to tug out of his body, inch by inch, seed backwashing to fill every crevice made available by the retreating head. His gut diminished as the pressure was gradually released, before the head popped out entirely, and he heard the hollow splatter of something thick and goopy splattering into the bag of a waistbasket. "Oooh... You think of everything, Pete..."

"I try, sir." Mr.. Jorgenson grinned, and walked off, back towards his office with a swish of his own hips, making the administrator want the roles inverted next time they had a parent teacher conference.

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As the equine arrived home, he patted his full gut through his shirt affectionately, "Here we go, Tommy." He stepped out of his car and walked up the stairs to his apartment, grunting as he let out a rancid blast of gas, "Oooh... must be something about climbing stairs..."

He entered his apartment, stripping down as he caressed his belly, feeling how the weight had shifted back, and the pressure on his anus.

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He stepped into his bathroom and sat down on the broad seat, flagging his tail as he began to press, rubbing his gut lovingly as his bowels started to reject everything it couldn't use of the rat boy, compacted fecal matter matted with loose fur and shattered bone all throughout pushing out as one thick log into the wide basin of the industrial toilet. He groaned, growing half hard in front as his prostate was rubbed by the hard fecal matter pushing out of him. He grunted, feeling the massive turd fall from his anus with a blast of hot rancid gas. A blockage rested against his prostate on the inside, and he panted, "Oooh... Tommy, you naughty boy... let it go..." As he spoke, the blockage came unstuck, and soon his anus was spreading out, revealing a feces smeared skull, the tapered rodent shape quite recognizable. He was fully hard by the time it fell out of him, panting softly and wiping off his rump with some paper, turning and waiting for his arousal to soften enough so he could point it in at the turd and skull resting atop it. He sighed as golden urine started to flow and cascade across the remains, turning the water around his waste a putrid golden brown.

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Feeling his gut he finished up, and flushed the remains away, walking to his bedroom and laid on his back, letting his half-hard shaft lay over the new layers of pudge from his newest student.

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Tommy slowly woke up. He was in a soft room, all the walls and floor squishy and somehow comfy. He looked around, and saw a smiling lion cub waiting by him. He blinked, "Rex...? I haven't seen you in weeks..."

Rex grinned, "Mr. Jorgenson brought me here since my grades were slipping. I'm glad you're here, Tommy... though..." He looked worried, "You're not gonna bully any of the other boys, will you?"

Tommy looked around, and saw at least a dozen other boys his age cuddling and relaxed all around, some in less innocent positions to one another than others, and some inside one another, he realized, seeing a pair of kitty feet sticking out of a bunny's muzzle, before slipping out of sight to bulge the boy's tummy.

Rex looked back, and grinned at what Tommy was staring at, "Don't worry. Everything's safe here."

Tommy was about to ask where "here" was, when he felt a familiar presence behind him. He looked, and there was Mr. Jorgenson, fully naked, scooping him into his gentle arms, "ooh... H-hi..."

"Hi yourself, Tommy... Welcome to my private class. I know you'll love it here..." The equine kissed the top of the boy's head.

"Where are we?" The little rat said softly. There was no discernable source of light even though they could all see.

"Somewhere between here..." The equine put a hand on his ponderous paunch, smiling, "and here...." He moved that paw to his chest, over his heart, "And here." His hand stopped on his head, "That make sense, sweetie?"

Tommy nodded slowly, blushing... He was safe... Mr. Jorgenson did take him away, to somewhere his dad could never hurt him again. All these other misfit boys were here with him, and they all seemed so happy. He knew he'd love being a student in this special class...

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