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Many things had contributed to Edwin Grimaldi's brief tenure as a delinquent and bully. Among these things was the fact he was from a broken home. His parents, Fernald and Clarice Grimaldi, had been divorced since he was about eleven years old. Clarice had been a real gold digger and divorced Fernald the minute a richer man came along. Growing up, Edwin had been a very introverted boy, often ostracized and picked on for his somewhat nerdy habits. His bedroom was a testament to his hellish middle school years; he was a fan of Star Trek and Star Wars, among other science fiction and fantasy shows.

Lawrence, that asshole, had exploited this. After tiring of picking on the younger squirrel he'd realized how easy Edwin was to boss around, and subsequently recruited him into his "gang," which until then had consisted solely of himself and his silent, fat friend Greg. But all that was in the past. Lawrence and Greg were gone, and now Edwin had new friends. Real friends. Not to mention a job.

A buzzing sound awoke Edwin from his sleep and he slowly sat up in bed before grumbling and turning to smack the shutoff button on his digital alarm clock. He thought about going back to sleep but then he remembered he had work today, and so with another grumble he slid out of bed. He was eighteen, and thin, with lank black hair unintentionally combed in a manner suggestive of a certain German dictator. His other distinguishing feature was that he had the condition known as heterochromia: his right eye was green and his left was brown. At the moment he wore only a pair of extremely tightfitting boxer-briefs.

The squirrel walked into his bathroom, where he pissed and then took a shower and brushed his teeth. After showering, Edwin dressed. His usual attire. A red button down shirt and black, very short running shorts. He then grabbed his gym bag and went downstairs. To his dismay, his mother was already up. So was his stepfather, a burly wolf named Thomas Manchester. Thomas was at the moment dressed for work, reading the morning paper; he barely noticed his stepson. Clarice Grimaldi meanwhile was wearing a loose fitting bathrobe that hung open, showing that she was naked underneath except for panties. She didn't even bother to close it as her son entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Edwin said, trying to sound cheerful.

He poured himself a glass of orange juice and tried not to think about his half-naked mother. The thought of her and Thomas going at it made him shiver. She simply grunted in response. Thomas said nothing. Breakfast proceeded in silence until Edwin looked at the clock and noticed it was time to go.

As he got up, he heard his mother say to him, "I wish you wouldn't work at that filthy gym."

Edwin sighed. They'd had this conversation before. His mother was homophobic and convinced that him working at a gay gym would turn him into a fag. If she knew he was already gay, and had been since he was about fourteen, she'd have a heart attack.

"It's just a job, Mom," he said. "And it pays good money."

Clarice just shook her head. "Your father called, by the way."

"What did that deadbeat want?" asked Thomas. Edwin shot him a glare, which Thomas of course did not notice.

"Just to talk to Edwin," Clarice replied.

"I don't like him calling my house," Edwin's stepfather snapped.

Sensing that an argument was about to occur, Edwin decided to take his leave. He cleared his dishes up and by the time he had grabbed his bag and started for the door, Thomas and Clarice were already shouting at each other. He didn't even bother saying goodbye to them. He just walked out and got into the tan Ford Taurus station wagon he drove, the only car penny-pinching Thomas had been willing to buy his stepson. But at least the thing drove.

Once he was out on the road, his mood brightened. He had something special planned for today.

~*~

Eric Stapleton was high on life. He felt vibrant and energetic with the power he had to consume others. He'd already eaten a number of his employees under various pretenses. Every time he fired one, they took a trip into his gut and fed the hungry lion.

But he was running out of employees. And excuses to fire them. He was beginning to worry he'd soon have no one left to eat. And he did it so often he was growing tired of simply swallowing them, and wanted to try other means of consumption. Every time he saw the identical twins Liam and Trevor Durant now, all he could think of was how wonderful it'd be to have both twins in his balls. It was an odd idea to him, but an appealing one, and had come onto him rather suddenly one day while he had been watching the Durants make out for him.

But Liam and Trevor were wonderful assistants. Competent, faithful and obedient. It would be a shame to dispose of them, especially for something as mundane as a quick kinky thrill. Perhaps, Stapleton thought, he could do it to someone else? The more he thought about it, though, the more appropriate the Durant Brothers seemed. It just seemed right that two sexy twin squirrels should fill his lion balls.

As he sat in his office pondering, he began thinking about how he'd originally been turned on to vore in the first place. One of his employees, Bill, had apparently gone to a place called the Monochrome Gym, where, Stapleton concluded, he'd been eaten. But he'd come back somehow. How was such a thing possible? Could it be learned? Stapleton decided that it could. He smiled. He'd learn the art of reformation from someone, and then, he'd stuff Liam and Trevor down his erection for a thrill.

For the moment, though, he was horny as hell, and had to stuff somebody, anybody down his dick. Rising, he went and put his coat on, and left the office. His soon-to-be victims were at their desks to either side of the door, doing paperwork, blissfully unaware of his future intentions for them. The Durants were squirrels, and dressed identically in matching suits and the only way to tell them apart was by their hair; Liam parted his hair on the left, Trevor on the right.

Addressing Liam, who was the dominant twin, Stapleton said, "I'm going out for a little while. You and Trevor keep things running smoothly until I return."

"Yes, sir," replied Liam.

Nodding, Stapleton then scanned the office with his eyes and picked out his intended meal, an athletic-looking white rat named Shiroko Nezumi, who was headed for the men's room. Shiroko, he knew, was behind on a report that Stapleton needed. A flimsy excuse to fire him, but it'd do for the time beng. The lion stalked over and went inside. Shiroko was currently at a urinal, peeing, so Stapleton went to the sink and pretended to wash his hands. When Shiroko was done he came over to the sink, and Stapleton whirled on him so suddenly that the rodent stumbled back in surprise.

"Shiroko," he barked. "You still haven't got that report finished."

The rat, realizing what this meant, stepped backward in fear and held his hands up. "Mr. Stapleton, I promise I'll have it on your desk by Tuesday!"

"No excuses," Stapleton said, advancing towards the rodent. "You know the old saying. Keep up out get out. Well, you can't keep up, but you sure as hell aren't going at. You're going in. In me."

He kept walking towards the rat who kept backing up, until he stumbled into one of the open stalls and fell into a sitting position on the toilet. The lid was up, so his ass went into the bowl with a splash. At least it had been flushed. Stapleton's massive form filled the doorway and he undid the bottom buttons of his vest to give himself some room, then slowly unbuckled his belt, and, starting to purr, tugged his zipper down. Shiroko watched him, confused. He thought the boss ate them when he fired them. He idly wondered whether Stapleton was going to piss on him.

Instead Stapleton did something much more different. As he fished his throbbing lionhood out of his underwear, it flopped downward, toward Shiroko's face. Pre dribbled from the cumslit and onto Shiroko's pants. Then Stapleton humped his hips forwards and the slit pressed against the rat's nose, and, to Shiroko's horror, spread open and started sliding over his snout! Any screams he would've made were instantly muffled. A huge hand, Stapleton's, grabbed the back of his head and shoved. His entire head entered the drooling cock in one movement.

Stapleton's knees buckled and he grabbed the walls for support, feeling the flimsy partitions creaking. The feeling of his victim's head entering his dick was amazing. It hurt like hell due to the stretching, but at the same time it was also the single most pleasurable thing the lion had ever experienced. He kept humping forward, using his weight to push the cock down over Shiroko. As the slit stretched over Shiroko's shoulders, Stapleton stumbled back, dragging the rat with him. Shiroko was pulled out of the toilet, the seat of his pants soaking wet, and he got down on his knees as his boss' hungry cock moved down over his upper body like a hungry python.

Stapleton hit his peak and came. Cum rushed up the urethra only to encounter the rat blocking it. Inside the cock, Shiroko got a faceful of lion spunk. He drowned as it was forced into his nose and mouth. An ironic death. He was a drowned rat. Stapleton didn't notice, though, and just kept pushing down, the cockhead worming over the twitching rat's waist, some of the cum from his orgasm spurting out around Shiroko's body, dribbling down his unmoving form, mingling with the toilet water to soak him even further. But Stapleton was still blocked up, and the pressure was building. He was beginning to worry he'd shoot Shiroko out and so he focused all his efforts on forcing the rat further up his cock in spite of the resistance from the cum that wanted so desperately to come out.

"Oh fuck," moaned Stapleton. "Oh Jesus."

At this point the door opened and a gazelle entered, then stopped as he saw Stapleton standing half in, half out of one of the stalls. He couldn't really see what his boss was doing, though, and simply stared. Hearing the door open, Stapleton whipped his head around and glared at the gazelle.

"Get out!" he snarled. "Some privacy, please!"

Without a word, the gazelle scurried out, the door shutting after him. Stapleton sighed and returned to the matter at hand. Gripping his cock with both hands he moved it back and forth, and flexed it. Shiroko was drawn in past his waist and to the middle of his thighs. Some cum dribbled out. Stapleton grunted. Another flex and the rat's legs were sucked in past the knees. Panting and lifting the cock up so that he was horizontal, Stapleton walked forwards until Shiroko's feet touched the wall, and gently pushed. This forced the rat's loafer-covered feet and his tailtip all the way into the cumslit with a slurp.

Stapleton moaned feeling the body moving down the cock, the pressure building and building, until finally, Shiroko was deposited into his left nut, and the way was free and clear for the rest of his cum to escape. It splattered all over the bathroom wall. Stapleton aimed it away from himself, not wanting to get his suit soiled.

"Jesus," he said again, grinning. "That was fucking fantastic."

His balls hung full, bulging hugely. As the lion watched, the curled-up form of the rat slowly shrunk, as his body was converted into a huge wad of cum for his boss. Stapleton was amazed at much more quickly his balls absorbed a victim than his stomach. In mere minutes, his testicles were back to normal. He gently tucked himself back into his pants and did himself up again, then, sighing, he went to check himself in the mirror. Everythng looked perfect. Not a drop of cum on his clothes. He smirked at his reflection.

Now that his lust for feeding his cock was satisfied, his mind turned again to figuring out how to reform his prey. The thought of Liam and Trevor going the way Shiroko did, multiple times and not just once, made him purr. Leaving the men's room, and passing the janitor who as going in with his mop and bucket, he walked over to the cubicle where Bill worked, and found him absent. He frowned, and then went over to David's cubicle. The cheetah, he knew, also attended the gym. "David," he said.

Startled, David spun around. "Yes, Mr. Stapleton?" he asked.

"Where's Bill?" Stapleton asked.

"Uh, running an errand," David replied.

The lion nodded. "Well, then maybe you can help me," he said. "I was wondering if you could give me directions to that gym you and Bill go to."

"You mean the Monochrome Gym?" David asked.

Stapleton nodded. The cheetah thought for a moment, then proceeded to give his boss the information he required. The lion thanked him, and, just as David was about to ask what Stapleton wanted the directions for, he left. Not that David needed to be told. His boss' eating habits coupled with what David intimately knew about the Monochrome, told him all he needed to know. He smirked to himself as he resumed working.

Bill returned at this point and came over, carrying a pizza. "I passed Stapleton coming in," he said, setting the pizza box down on David's desk and opening it. "Any idea where he's headed?"

"Well, not that it's any of our business, but he's going to the Monochrome," David said, opening the pizza box and taking out a slice. "Seems to me he's letting this vore thing go to his head. I mean, you and I, we only do it as a hobby. But Stapleton seems to have turned it into an obsession."

As they ate their pizza, Bill quietly voiced his fears. "I just hope he doesn't ever eat us, 'cause he doesn't know how to bring us back."

David nodded. Then the janitor emerged from the restroom and threw his mop down. "That's it," he grumbled, "I fucking quit." He walked off, leaving David and Bill looking confused.

Meanwhile, Stapleton went down to the parking garage where his pristine 1960's Ford Mustang convertible awaited him. Ordinarily the car would invite thieves, but that was what the Club was for. To say nothing of Stapleton's reputation for stuffing anyone who crossed him down his throat. He removed the Club and tossed it into the backseat, then got into the Mustang. It was a little small for the large lion, but Stapleton preferred looks over comfort. Starting the motor up, he burned rubber out of the garage and headed downtown, following David's directions explicitly.

~*~

He soon arrived at what he deduced to be the Monochrome Gym, and swung the Mustang into a parralel parking space.

Cutting the engine, he took a moment to return the Club to the steering wheel, before striding across the sidewalk to the gym entrance. Pushing the doors open like a cowboy entering a western saloon, he entered. A short, thin squirrel carrying a duffel bag entered behind him and went by. The Monochrome was a gay bodybuilder's paradise. Males of different species and varying body builds mingling and working out as far as the eye could see.

A white stag in a blue muscle shirt and red speedo stopped to talk with the squirrel, then strode over. His shirt had the gym's logo on the left breast, as did the speedo on the left side. Stapleton was surprised to find this fellow was as big as he was.

"Hi," said the stag cheerfully. "Welcome to the Monochrome Gym. My name is Trent."

"Good afternoon, Trent," Stapleton said.

"I noticed you as you came in," Trent said, looking the lion up and down. "My, my, aren't you a big boy? How can I help you today?"

Stapleton cleared his throat. How to broach this issue? Nothing he could see advertised that the Monochrome catered to voraphiles, so he figured it was a "don't ask, don't tell" issue. Unlike the gayness. The gym advertised that it catered exclusively to homosexuals. Stapleton decided to play it safe. Speaking softly, he said, "Perhaps we could talk someplace a little private?" he asked.

Trent eyed him, but then smiled and nodded. Beckoning, he said, "Follow me," and led Stapleton through the gym, which stank of sweat and musk, to the offices in the back.

As they went, Stapleton observed the different gym employees. The muscular ones seemed to be trainers, and wore red speedos like Trent. They were assisting various customers in exercising. Then there were other, smaller males, typically slender ones, who all wore blue speedos. They acted more like attendants, giving massages, serving refreshments, and so on. As Stapleton watched, the squirrel he'd seen earlier was chatting it up with a huge rhino in a purple speedo, and one customer, a large horse, grabbed the small cat attendant who had been serving him a drink and kissed him deeply. The two began making out. Stapleton smirked. He was going to like this place.

The two entered a smallish office, plainly furnished with a desk, filing cabinet and a display case of various weight-lifting and bodybuilding trophies. There was no chair for guests, so Stapleton had to stand, a fact that annoyed him. Trent eased himself into his chair, which creaked. There was an awkward silence as the stag looked him over. Stapleton decided it was finally time to speak, mentally chiding himself for being so shy.

"I'm told this place caters to...individuals of a certain persuasion."

Trent cocked his head. "Well, it is a gay gym. It says so plainly--"

Stapleton held up a hand and Trent stopped short. "No, I mean to...those with an inclination to eat or be eaten, you might say."

Trent's eyes flashed and a knowing smile crept over his muzzle.

"Ah, now I see what you mean," he said. "Yes, we do cater to voraphiles. Both preds and preys. We have employees whose job is to devour clients, and ones whose job is to be eaten by the clients. We don't hide it, but we don't exactly advertise it either. It's really a word-of-mouth kind of thing."

Stapleton grinned with relief. So he'd come to the right place. Clearly, this man could tell him what he wanted to know.

"Are you interested in a membership?" Trent asked.

"Well, not really...more like I wish to know exactly how it is you, uh, bring back those who get eaten," Stapleton said. Before Trent could reply the lion went on. "You see, ever since I found out some of my employees were customers were, as prey, I realized they had to have been eaten, and yet they show up for work alive."

Trent nodded. "We do have a means of bringing back prey, especially the customers, otherwise we'd start losing money." He chuckled, then folded his hands on the desk in front of him. "But why do you want to know this? Are you considering taking up the pred lifestyle yourself?"

Stapleton nodded. "Yes," he said. "I've already eaten some of my more useless employees. It's my new policy that whenever I fire someone they go right into my gut." He gave his slightly bulging belly a slap. "I could care less about them. But lately, I've begun entertaining thoughts of devouring people I do want to keep around. I know if I eat them, they'll digest and be gone forever, but..."

He trailed off. Trent took all this in. He was more than a little disapproving of a pred who ate someone without knowing how to reform them. It was sloppy and careless. At the moment, though, it wasn't illegal, even though the courts were still debating the issue of whether unwilling consumption equaled murder. For the moment it was little more than a moral issue. But at least Stapleton was expressing an interest in improving.

"We do offer classes which teach our predatory clients the fine art of reforming. It's a trade secret, though, so if you wish to learn it you'll have to become a member."

Stapleton frowned. Despite his own muscular physique he disliked working out. Nevertheless he figured he could join, take the classes, and then quit later once he'd learned what he wanted to know. So he nodded.

"All right," he said, "sign me up."

Trent smiled and opened his desk drawer, taking out the necessary paperwork.

~*~

Edwin was in better spirits now that he'd spoken to Riley, or Mr. Crenshaw as he always called him. They'd exchanged small talk before Riley instructed Edwin to meet him in their usual room, and gone off. Edwin now went into the locker room and approached his locker. A few others were here, in various states of undress. He opened his duffel bag. All that was in it was his Monochrome Gym blue speedo.

He undressed. Once upon a time he would've been ashamed to take his clothes off in front of others, but working for Chad had bolstered his confidence, and he was soon nude without shame. He pulled his speedo on and adjusted it with a smile. He had to confess, it made him feel sexy. His clothes he put in his bag and the bag went into his locker. Then after conversing briefly with a few of his co-workers, he left to go and see to Riley.

In one of the gym's private rooms, Riley Crenshaw stretched and popped his back with a satisfied grunt as he readied himself for his massage, which would be administered to him by his favorite boy. A former wrestler turned businessman, Riley was easily one of the biggest patrons of the Monochrome, if not the biggest, period. Apart from his gut which was suggestive of a bulging potbelly, the single-horned rhino was positively ripped. If he got rid of the gut, he knew, he could be a competitive bodybuilder. His massive size was offset by the dainty little bowties he wore with his suits at work, although at the moment he was in naught but a skimpy purple speedo.

The muscular, potbellied former wrestling champion slipped off his speedo, and then got on the massage table on his belly. Despite the fact the Monochrome Gym's massage tables were designed for large customers, Riley's enormous bulk made the table creak and groan in protest.

The door opened and Edwin entered, a smile on his face and a towel draped over one arm. Riley returned the smile.

"Ready for your massage, Mr. Crenshaw?" Edwin asked, unfolding the towel and draping it over Riley's back. That wasn't necessary but Edwin always did it as a matter of habit.

"Sure thing, kiddo," Riley said, feeling his cock hardening beneath himself. He closed his eyes and lay his head down.

The teenage squirrel had long been the rhino's favorite. The fact Riley was married with children did not deter him from pursuing Edwin in the least. His sex life with the missus had long since become a dead issue, and the bisexual rhino had taken quite a shine to the young squirrel. Skinnier than most, and difficult to get his cock into, but he just looked adorable in his little blue speedo and his eager-to-please attitude appealed to Riley. Riley very much wanted someone he could slip his arm around and comfort and protect.

And on top of that, Edwin looked positively delicious. But Edwin's experiences with vore had not been the most pleasant up to now, and even though his employment contract stipulated he had to let himself be eaten by a pred customer, Riley respected the squirrel's reluctance and held back. Still, he knew one day he was going to have that boy in his belly.

"So how are things at home?" he asked.

Edwin walked over to a cart which had several bottles of lotions and oils on it, and began perusing them. He sighed. Not that he didn't mind Riley asking. The more they saw one another, the more Riley seemed to want to know about Edwin's personal life, and despite the massive size and age difference between them, Edwin felt special knowing that the rhino was interested in him.

"Not that good," he said.

"Oh?" said Riley, opening his eyes. Knowing of Edwin's former life as a member of a gang, he'd suspected the boy had domestic problems. Probably an absent father or mother, or something like that.

"Yeah, just the usual," Edwin said, grabbing a bottle of lotion and coming back over. "Bitch mother, jerkass stepdad. The works."

Riley nodded, his suspicions confirmed. He didn't really know what to say, and, it seemed, Edwin was done talking about his home life. Edwin pulled a step-stool up and climbed atop the table with Riley nimbly. He smiled again as he looked down at the vast, muscular expanse of the rhino's broad back.

Upending the bottle he squeezed out a copious amount of scented oil into the palm of his left hand. Setting the bottle aside on the stool, the squirrel then clapped his hands together and smeared the lotion between them. Then, straddling Riley's lower back and sitting on his butt, he leaned forwards and began massaging the rhino's bare shoulders, spreading the pleasant-smelling lotion over the dry skin. Riley closed his eyes and lay his head back down once more, groaning softly at Edwin's touch.

Edwin wasn't exactly the best masseuse in the world, but he certainly put his back into it, working his thin frame for all it was worth, pushing down with the heels of his hands and also using his thumbs, gliding his slickened hands over Riley's shoulderblades, kneading his fingers into the muscles beneath the thick gray skin. Very soon he'd run out of lotion and so he grabbed the bottle again. More was squeezed into his hands and shortly thereafter this was being rubbed over Riley's already slick upper back, the squirrel working his way down, gently using his thumbs on the powerful spine. Gritting his teeth, he pressed down on each vertebrae, and muffled pops filled the room. Riley moaned in pleasure at each one.

Requiring some more lotion to get the lower portion of Riley's back, Edwin reached for the bottle, but when he squeezed it, he was annoyed to discover it was empty. "Drat," he grumbled. "One sec."

He slid off of the rhino and went to the cart again. But as often happened during their private massage sessions, Edwin wasn't going to get to finish his work. Being given a massage from a lithe teenager he desired physically, Riley was turned on something fierce, and he sat up, the towel falling away. Hearing him, Edwin turned, and beheld his client smirking at him with his monstrous, twelve-inch penis standing erect. The squirrel swallowed a lump in his throat and felt his own dick starting to harden, stretching the front of his speedo.

The rhino beckoned with a thick finger, and the squirrel obeyed. He was seized and pulled into Riley's lap, and then the rhino's thick gray lips were pushing against his own as the two kissed, whilst Riley cupped Edwin's speedo-clad bottom.

Riley lay back on the table, on his back this time, and Edwin got atop him and turned around so that his ass with tail raised was facing the rhino's head, and Riley's gargantuan erection rose up before him. Riley's cock was already oozing thick pre which dribbled down the throbbing length to the rhino's loins. Edwin grasped the dick with both hands and took a deep breath, then opened wide.

Riley watched with a mixture of concern and delight as Edwin began attempting to stuff his cock into his mouth. To date he'd only managed to get the head in without choking himself, and today was no different. He squeezed his eyes shut as his lips stretched over the bulbous cockhead, his blunt buck teeth gently scraping over the sensitive head, making Riley shiver. That was another reason he found Edwin a rewarding partner. Buck teeth were great for stimulation of the penis.

He started slowly moving his hips. The head being all that Edwin could fit in his mouth, he wasn't going to do a lot of sucking, so the most Riley could do with him at the moment was gently facefuck him. At the same time he pulled Edwin's speedo down and slid a thick finger between the squirrel's asscheeks until he found, and fingered, his tailhole. Edwin responded by moaning around the rhino cock and flitting his bushy tail about madly. Riley grinned and started shoving the finger in.

Then Edwin did something unexpected. He lifted up both feet and stuck them into the rhino's open mouth. Riley instinctively shut his jaws around them, then stopped and blinked at what the squirrel had just done. Taking his mouth off of Riley's dick, Edwin lick his cum-slicked lips and looked back at him.

"It's okay," he said quietly. "I'm ready."

Indeed he was. His recent visit to Dr. Diplo had done wonders to help him begin to partially overcome his fear of being eaten. After being swallowed by Diplo's sheath, Edwin had been doing some thinking and decided he was ready to fill Riley Crenshaw's belly. Riley wasn't going to complain, or refuse this offer. As Edwin returned his mouth to the gigantic cock he was servicing, Riley, elated, used his thick tongue to guide Edwin's feet to the back of his mouth. The toes slid into his throat, and he swallowed. He felt Edwin's heels on the roof of his mouth, and then they were in the esophagus.

He sat up a bit, and gently took Edwin's bushy tail and stuffed it into his mouth with the legs. He swallowed again and the squirrel was dragged bodily across Riley's stomach and chest, his mouth leaving the rhino cock with a pop. As he ate, Riley slobbered copiously, soaking Edwin in his saliva. As he had hoped, his young friend tasted absolutely incredible.

Riley groped for his cock and seized it and began masturbating himself, until he orgasmed, blowing his load in Edwin's face. The squirrel gasped at that and laughed, then Riley gulped again and pulled Edwin's lower body entirely within himself. His thin legs were down the rhino's throat, his butt rubbing the palate, and his cock and balls nestled on the rhino's thick, slimy tongue. The tongue moved, curling up over the cock, licking it, making the squirrel moan and wriggle. Riley loved it. He prayed Edwin would do even more wiggling once he was finally fully eaten.

For now though he was content to merely tease his the massage boy, coaxing him into orgasm. He wanted Edwin to cum before he was swallowed. Interestingly, although licking over his cock certainly got the boy's motor going, he didn't actually cum until Riley changed tactics and started licking over his tailhole. Almost literally the second Riley's tongue slid over the squirrel's puckered anus, Edwin exploded, filling the rhino's mouth with his youthful bounty. Cum leaked out around Riley's lips and slid down his chin. The rhino mmmed in delight and resumed his meal.

He grasped Edwin's arms and slid his hands into his mouth and along his sides, until the hands entered the esophagus and his arms were neatly pinned at the squirrel's sides. A thick, rolling gulp drew Edwin's unresisting form in up to his shoulders in one movement, the tongue sliding over his scrawny chest before Riley gulped again, and Edwin was pulled entirely within the rhino. His shoulders were squeezed down into the throat, and his cum-splattered face was mashed against the wet sloppy tongue. Amazingly, Riley was able to close his mouth around Edwin's head, the thick, gray lips sealing shit and trapping Edwin inside completely, plunging him into a world of darkness and wet sounds.

Riley worked his lower jaw, and used his tongue, licking his own cum off of Edwin's face before leaning his head back, using a combination of his throat muscles and his tongue pushing forcefully against the squirrel's face to swallow Edwin's head entirely. The head created a lump in the throat and Edwin's facial features stretching the thick gray skin could be faintly seen.

In the dark, Edwin's fears of being eaten briefly returned. Even though he knew that, as a club member, Riley knew how to reform him, and even though he had planned this, this was still his first time being eaten, and the experience was exciting but scary to him. He couldn't see and all he felt was wet heat, and all around him were the sounds of Riley's body. That powerful, masculine body he so often massaged, and which had now consumed him finally. As he slid down the wet esophagus, its strong but soothing rubbing motions relaxed the squirrel, and quelled his claustrophobia. Being swallowed, he decided, was actually quite relaxing. Sort of like how people always described being in a sensory-deprivation tank. By the time the squirrel was deposited fully into Riley's monster stomach, he was totally calm.

Riley sat on the table and moaned, rubbing over his stomach. Edwin was so skinny, and his own belly so big already, that the massage boy barely made a bulge. Nevertheless, he was in there, and that made Riley happy. He belched loudly, content that he now, finally, had Edwin cradled in his hungry belly. As he belched a second time, much louder, he reflected on how much he was going to enjoy doing this to Edwin, over and over again.

And, much to his immense delight, just as Riley had hoped, Edwin squirmed.

~*~

In Trent's office, Stapleton, with his jacket off, had finished signing all of the papers necessary to become a member, and had just finished listening to Trent explain the big secret of reforming one's prey. It was convoluted but at the same time ludicrously simple. Trent explained in great detail how the predator first had to want his prey to be reformed for it to even happen, which explained the continued absence of Jablonsky and Lyman. He doubted if anyone ever wanted those two back.

"So, that's it?" he asked. He was mildly annoyed. Mostly because his back hurt. Due to the lack of a guest chair in the office, the big lion had been forced to bend over the desk when signing the papers.

Trent nodded. "It's one way. It's a little tricky to do your first time, though, which is why we offer classes." He then rose from his desk. "It also has to be done with a recent victim. If you wait too long then they're gone forever."

"I see," said Stapleton "So, should I try it right now?"

"If you want," said Trent. "Go ahead." He smiled and walked around the desk to stand beside the lion, gently stroking his arm. "Just visualize the prey in your mind. Think of them. Draw their essence to you."

Stapleton closed his eyes. He thought of Justin Wakefield and Gilly Stephenson. Both eaten far too long ago to be brought back now. Stapleton mildly regretted Justin, but not that asshole Stephenson. His mind then focused on Shiroko, who he had so cruelly fed to his cock over a trifle. If this worked, he could remedy that mistake.

Trent was still talking, his voice deep and melodic. "We'll start with the simplest means of reformation. There are others, but they require intense practice. What we're going to do right now is something anyone can do."

Stapleton felt hands undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Soon they were around his ankles. Trent's large but nimble hands cupped the lion's privates. One hand massaged his large balls, the other stroked its fingertips along his cock, slowly coaxing him into a throbbing arousal. He thought harder and harder of Shiroko, until he felt as if he could feel the rat within him. It was a bizarre sensation.

"Draw his essence down," Trent soothed, "his essence has not yet left your body. Collect it. Gather it in here." He gave the lion's balls a gentle squeeze for emphasis.

Stapleton felt a tickle in his scrotum, which then grew into a pleasant burning sensation. His balls began to swell with a soft gurgling sound. It felt as if everything that was Shiroko, heretofore spread throughout Stapleton's form, was being pushed down into his balls. And then Trent's fist was wrapping around the thick feline member, squeezing it and pumping it. Stapleton groaned and leaned back against the stag as he was given what seemed the best handjob in history. Trent clearly knew what he was doing. The pressure built and built and Stapleton's balls swelled to the size of basketballs, and then larger, filled with more cum than Stapleton ever thought his body was capable of producing.

And then all at once, he exploded. He looked down and watched as a geyser of cum shot forth from his painfully hard member, splattering on the floor and on Trent's desk. Trent didn't seem to care, though. It took several moments for the lion's balls to empty, as Stapleton came and came and came, thoroughly drenching the desktop in front of him. Finally, his balls emptied, and shrank back to their original size, and Stapleton would've collapsed if Trent's muscular arms hadn't supported him.

Then, Stapleton beheld what he could only describe as a miracle. The cum on the desk began moving of its own accord and began coming together, reminding the lion for all the world of the T-1000 in Terminator 2. Slowly, the splattered cum formed a vaguely humanoid shape, and that vague shape then became more and more defined, hardening into flesh, bone and organs, until, to Stapleton's astonishment, a nude and unconscious Shiroko lay sprawled on Trent's desk, breathing slowly.

"Holy fuck," Stapleton whispered.

"Is that him?" Trent asked. Stapleton nodded dumbly. "Good. Then it was a success. Now remember, when he awakes, he won't remember a thing. One of the drawbacks of the reformation process. Or a benefit, depending on your point of view. Either way it's up to you to decide if you want him to know what happened to him."

Ultimately, Stapleton decided he didn't want his employee to know. As Shiroko stirred, blinking in confusion, Stapleton and Trent helped him stand. "Where the hell am I?" the rat asked. "And...why am I naked?"

"You, uh, went on a bender, to celebrate that report you gave to me," said Stapleton, making up a lie on the spot as he pulled his pants back up. "You had a wild party and frankly I don't really know what happened to you, but I'd say you scored big time."

Shiroko seemed a little incredulous but was in no position to argue, seeing as how he literally didn't remember being fired, much less being devoured by a hungry lion cock. Trent got some spare clothes for him, a sweatshirt and some shorts, and then they called him a cab. Stapleton paid the fare, as it was the least he could do. Once Shiroko was gone, Stapleton thanked Trent immensely, and then after some further pleasantries, departed, driving back to the office in his Mustang, very eager to put his newfound knowledge to good use, and do to the Durant Brothers what he probably wanted to do to them the moment he first hired them.

After Stapleton left, Trent sighed, wishing more recreational predators would be like Stapleton and come to them for advice. Speaking of which, even as that thought crossed his mind he saw Riley Crenshow exiting the massage room wearing his speedo. The rhino smirked at the stag and then headed for the showers. Deciding to check in on Edwin and see if they needed more massage oil, Trent was surprised to find the room quite empty. He didn't bother searching for Edwin, seeing as how the room consisted of nothing but the massage table and the car full of lotion bottles. Instead he headed directly to the showers.

He found a nude Riley showering, lathering himself up. Walking up to him, Trent said, "I probably already know the answer to this, but where is Edwin?"

Riley laughed heartily and slapped his belly. "In here."

Trent smiled. "So he finally got over his silly fear of getting eaten?"

"Yep," said Riley. "And he loved every minute of it. He's a wiggler, too. He squirmed nonstop right up until he passed out. It was spectacular."

The stag chuckled. Chad sending Edwin to that quack Diplo had paid off after all. He gave Riley's wet shoulder a slap and said, "Awrighty, well, you remember what to do. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," said Riley. Trent walked out, leaving Riley to continue his shower. He closed his eyes and licked his lips as he remembered the sensation of Edwin sliding down his throat, and his thick cock rose to attention. He softly stroked and thought of the squirrel.

The End