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Garret leaned back in the booth, him and his son, Cody, both trying to decide what they should order for the boy's birthday. Cody was turning 8, so his father figured he'd take him out to their favorite place to eat, the Cub Cafe. Though, he did wish he'd picked a different night. It turned out this particular night was a themed night, nudist night to be precise, so they had to decide whether to skip tonight or go in with only the fur on their backs. They were a bit hesitant to go in at first, but in the end they decided it could be fun. The two of them stripped down, checking in their clothes at the door, before they were met by their waiter, a whitetail deer, who led them to the booth they were now in.

Cody did look pretty cute, that little bear cub of fluff and pudge; he was going to be a big bad predator just like his pops one day. He reached over and ruffled the boys head fur, the boy giggled and put down his menu. "Ready to order son?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Yep!" Cody said with a matching grin.

Just then the older Bruin's phone rang, the one thing besides his wallet he'd brought in with him. Garret rolled his eyes as he saw his companies name pop up, and he leaned over and kissed his son on the forehead. "I need a few minutes son, we'll order as soon as we get back"

The boy nodded, "Okay dad. I had to go to the bathroom anyway; I'll be here when you get back." The bear picked up his phone and dashed off to a secluded part of the cafe to take his call. 45 minutes later, a lot of screaming, and unneeded headaches, he finally returned to the table, flumping into his seat and looking forward to his meal with his son.

Garret looked around for his son, who was missing from his table. Their waiter came up to the table, a worried look on his muzzle. The deer rubbed his hooves together, and began to speak. "Well mister Garret, you're one of our most valued customers and we always look forward to your business, and we always try to always be professional as possible... But, even at our best we're prone to mistakes. And unfortunately I have to inform you of one today..." He continued as a worried face grew across Garret's muzzle. "Your son came up me asking where the bathroom was, I told him it was the first door on the left, but apparently when he went down the hallway he took a wrong turn and went through the one on the right instead... The door leading to the kitchen. One of our staff made the mistake of thinking he was a cub that had escaped, he was nude after all, normally cubs that come here are required to wear clothes while the ones that are supposed to be meals lack them. They captured him, and decided to use him for the next order so he wouldn't be able to escape again."

The deer gulped, "Unfortunately this mistake was only brought to my attention when I noticed your son hadn't returned for quite some time... And by then it was too late. I rushed through the doors of the kitchen... And well." The deer looked over his shoulder, and stepped aside as a large bull and badger carried out a large plate covered with a silver lid.

The older bear's eyes began to fill with tears as they placed the tray down on the table, his stomach twisting knots as he tried to deny what he was about to see. They lifted the lid, and sure enough Cody was there... Well, what was left of Cody. He was laid out on a bed of lettuce, steam rising from his golden brown body, as grease dribbled down onto the plate. His eyes had been replaced with a set of large plums, while his muzzle had been stuffed with a large red apple, and from the way his stomach bulged he'd been stuffed. But the worst part about the stuffing was the way it'd been done... The belly was void of stiches, so the chef must have used his special technique. It involves restraining the cub while he's still alive, the chef lathering up his arm in grease, before sliding his arm inside of that boy's body, while he writhes and screams in pain. Then once he's as deep as he can go, he grabs ahold of the boy's intestines and starts to drag them out through his anus. Making him feel every ounce of pain, not dying until finally his heart is pulled out. Then, the chef chops up the tastiest organ meats, before combining them with stuffing and shoving them back into the same hole they'd just came from.

Garret could also tell the way they'd cooked him from the way his body was laid out. He was laying on his stomach, his chin perfectly flat on the trey, the apple having been put in after he'd been cook to cover up the way his jaw had been cooked open. He looked at his son's once perky rear, and it confirmed his suspicions, that once tight pink pucker was stretched open wider then a beer can from the spit he'd been cooked on. He looked at his son's ass closer, those juicy thighs were pulled apart slightly so the dinner could see his son's perfectly cooked boy bits, which had been arranged so they stuck out behind him.

"We would like to offer you these two free meal vouchers as compensation, while we know this isn't enough to make up for our mistake, and while we are not legally responsible according to the waver you signed to gain membership, we still hope this helps in some small way. Remember, at the cub cafe we like to treat our members like family." The deer regretting saying the slogan his boss had come up with the second it left his lips.

"But I'm sure you want to be alone with your son... Call us if you need anything." The deal laid the meal vouchers on the table, and walked away swiftly with the two guards/servers.

Garret looked over his son's perfectly cooked and golden brown body. He leaned back in the booth, tears rolling down his cheeks. This was not how his son's birthday should have ended. It should be some rabbit or steer on that plate, not him. He looked at him for a long while, watching that juicy melted fat roll over the cub's thick thighs and lewdly stuffed belly. The smell wafting into his nose and making his stomach growl.

He sniffled, and sat up. He wiped the tears away from his eyes, and decided he needed to be Cody's father and set an example for his son. Never let food go to waste. He pushed the silverware aside, bringing his boy close, and kissing him between the ears, licking his lips as he got that first wonderful taste. He got on his knees in the booth, letting his heavy bruin balls rest on the table as his shaft began to grow. He leaned over his son, and began to tear into that boy flesh.

He cried as he ate, remembering all the wonderful times they shared, hating himself for enjoying the taste so much, his hard shaft pounding as he ate down his son's arm. With a grunt he grabbed ahold of his son's head roaring as he twisted it off leaving the boy's cooked warm throat hole behind. He turned it so the boy's neck stump was facing him, and with a primal growl he thrust his dick right into that boy's former throat. He fucked that tight warm hole as he leaned over the cooked body of his son, grease grinding into his fat furry belly and chest as he took a large bite out of his son's ass.

Others began watching his lewd display as he fucked his boy's throat raw as he tore into that ass, shoving his muzzle into that stretched hole to eat out some of the stuffing as his balls slapped against his son's body. Finally just as he was about to come, he pulled back, his paw resting at the small of his son's back, as he used his other paw to bent the meat's legs backward, there was a loud crack as the boy's spin split in two, allowing  him to fold in half as his father buried his muzzle into that boys crotch, biting off those sweet boy bits in one bite before unloading into his boy's stuffing filled stomach.

He spent the next few hours eating him down to nothing, forcing himself to even eat his son's bones. Wanting nothing to go to waste. He sucked the meat off his son's face, leaving nothing but the skull behind so he'd have something to remember him by. He hugged the skull to his belly, leaning down to kiss it, trying not to cry as he realized his son wouldn't be giving him his after meal blow job and tongue bath. He got up, grabbed the vouchers, and went to his car. He sat the skull on the seat next to him, buckling it in, before heading home.

He walked into his empty home, towards his living room, he went to his fireplace mantel, and took down the trophy his son had one in T-ball and placed the skull on it. He glanced over to the other bear skull on the same perch; he rubbed it, and gave it a kiss. His eyes glancing to the plaques under it that said "Cody's first hunt", and next to the skull was a picture of that proud day. The two of them were in the woods, the boy was only about 6, as the large female bear hung upside down from a tree, her guts filling a nearby bucket. He carefully wiped the dust off of the spot next to that picture, where the t-ball trophy had been, and he laid the skull on its new home.

He stripped out of his clothes and grabbed his laptop. He looked down at his still grease covered body, his dick twitching under his very full belly as he remembered the taste of that bear meat, before he laid down on the bear skin rug in front of his fireplace. He flipped on his computer, and went to the site he hadn't thought of in 9 years. The banner at the top said "Russian mail order brides, next day delivery available". He placed his order, and then rolled onto his back imagining his new thick hipped grizzly wife and then his mind drifting to that waiter.  He licked his lips, and decided on the best wedding gift for two new bear love birds. Spit roasted venison. He grabbed his phone, and called the cub cafe to make his reservations.