It's common sense not to leave a baby unattended, though concern for them getting eaten is generally among the lesser reasons for this. Perhaps, though, it should be higher on the list.
As a single mother leaves her stroller outside for a just a moment while she enters a store to use the restroom, a van rounds the corner onto the block. It bears on its side the Child Servers logo and is decorated with bright floral patterns.
"Stop here; looks like we got another one," says a slim middle-aged raccoon in the passenger seat. The woman driving, a red dragon in a pink onesie with the Child Servers logo on the shoulders, steps on the brakes and pulls them to a stop, "Make it quick." The name tags on their standard issue Child Servers mobile caretaker uniforms read 'Grayson' and 'Jasmine' respectively.
The raccoon gets out quickly, makes a quick glance both ways at the mostly-empty street, and grabs the infant out of the stroller. He cradles the small cub in his arms, a beautiful tabby kitten with a pacifier in its mouth.
GGGRRWWWWWLLLL
"Gettin' hungry, think I can just eat this one now?" Grayson asks his coworker, though he'll only accept one answer.
"Just remember it's 3 a month before they start docking it from your pay," she reminds him as he's already stuffing the baby into his maw.
ULP SLRK BRRUUUUUUURRRRPPPPHF
He climbs back into the van, now with a small, squirming bulge in his gut that emits a muffled wailing. "Now that hit the spot."
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The mother finally returns to her empty stroller, just in time to watch the Child Servers van roll away.
GRRRGGGLE
Grayson kneads over his infant-stuffed gut and moans quietly in the passenger seat. In a few seconds, he's already begun rubbing his belly down over the hard bulge in his pants. The force exerted only makes the muffled cries grow louder.
"Huff... This meal's getting me worked up. You good to keep patrolling while I head in the back? Need to, uh, make sure the little ones in the back are still secure... And maybe have some stress relief," Grayson says, by now more or less just rubbing his cock through his belly.
"Yeah, yeah, just bring the little pink one up here when you're done. We've got a few more hours before we're due back at base, and I could use a little stress relief myself," Jasmine replies.
"Will do," Grayson gets up from his seat in the slow-moving vehicle and heads through the narrow door into the cargo area of the van. Several children are cuffed to small rails installed in the back of the van, each one wearing a pink strait jacket.
Grayson eyes a 6-year-old raccoon girl with pink fur restrained against the left wall. He recognizes her as his neice, Kinsie. He'd heard after his brother had gotten divorced that she'd run away in the turmoil, and he was glad to have been the one to find her.
"U-Uncle Grayson?" she asks as Grayson approaches, only making him more aroused, "Why are you doing this to us?"
He deliberates on a response, and while several slogans about serving the people and keeping bellies well-fed pop up in his head as responses he was trained to give, he decides to keep quiet and let her beg and ponder. He can let his duties to feeding the world rest for this one kid; she is family after all. 
Grayson undoes his pants and drops them to the ground, letting his cock flop out, fully erect against his still-moving gut. He gets on his knees and approaches the little girl.
"What are you doing to me, uncle? I don't like it!" she cries as he pulls down her little green skirt and little red panties and gently slips them off of her. They'll need to change her into a Child Servers onsie anyway when she arrives, and he wants them as a momento.
GRRRFGBLR
He pulls the little girl as far beneath him as the short chain will permit and grips her tightly. His still-squirming belly already droops onto her, but as he finds his footing and thrusts in, it gets squeezed very, very tightly between them.
PLAP PLAP PLAP GWRRRGGG
Grayson revels in the mingled cries of his own neice and the muffled, fading protests of the infant he'd swallowed prior as he begins to thrust into her tight cub pussy. His cock is squeezed incredibly tight by the helpless girl's undersized sex, and it only invigorates him to fuck her harder, all the while grinding the melting baby kitten between them.
SPLAB BLAP SLAP
After mere minutes of rigorous fucking and watching his neice cry her little eyes out, all in full view of the other children locked up in the van with them, Grayson feels himself getting very close to orgasm. He almost wants to pull out, savor the moment, let himself start to get soft and start all over again, but the infant he'd eaten was melting, and he'd only get the chance to do this once.
PLAP SLAP GRRRGLLLL CRUNCH SPLRRT
Grayson thrusts in as deep as he can, crushing the half-melted baby between their bodies instantly, and cutting off its sustained wriggling and crying. Kinsie yell sharply from the pain of having a grown-up's full length stuffed into her undeveloped pussy, and her unrelenting uncle promptly moans loudly in climax as he finishes inside of her.
Huff... Huff... GRRRWWWLL
Grayson wraps his arms around her and squeezes her for a moment as he revels in what's he's just done. Finally, he decides he'd best get back to his seat and fulfill his work partner's request, and he slowly gets up off of her.
He unshackles the cuff holding the still-sniffling little girl from the wall and drags her back up to the front, where Jasmine briefly moves one leg to the side to allow him to push the little one down between the pedals and cuff her on the rail conspicuously placed beneath the dash.
"Thanks, Gray," Jasmine says casually as she reaches with one hand to stuff Kinsie's face between her lower lips. She'd already opened up the lower portion of her uniform while she waited for Grayson to finish; the design was allegedly to allow employees to use the bathroom without undressing, but it opens far more than it needs to for that purpose.
SCHLK LICK SHLK
"No problem," Grayson relaxes in his seat as his gut works through what's left of the baby, drinking in the sounds of his niece's tongue working on his coworker's pussy throughout the rest of his patrol.
Grayson squats over a Child Remains Collection Receptical at the Child Servers facility he operates from. The receptical is essentially a glorified toilet, made wide enough to fit any bones that might pass through it and leading into a collection bin instead of a sewer. This particular location is large enough to have an entire processing facility for the foul remains built into it, which will process them into fertilizer, bone jewelry, and many other products.
PFBBRRFBLFPTTT SBLRFPHBTHH BLRTT
The remains of the baby he'd eaten push out of his rear in dense logs. The infant's entire spine is caked into one single, long turd that snakes its way out of his backside and lands in the chute below.
PBLRLFBLRRT SPLBFT
It only takes four logs to shit out the entire child's remains, even the skull having been shattered and split between them on their trip through his digestive system.
GRUNT- THNK BLT PFFFFBRRRRBTTTTT
Grayson gives one final push to make sure his bowels have been thoroughly emptied. A couple small nuggets of shit and a little pink pacifier tumble out into the recepticle, followed by a loud passing of gas.
With a satisfied huff, Grayson wipes his rear and puts the toilet paper into the bin to his left before getting up from the recepticle and returning to business as usual with little thought to the infant life he'd just dropped down the shitter.
As he stands, the recepticle automatically plays the sound of swirling water through its speaker in a similar manner and for a similar purpose to digital cameras playing a shutter sound when they take a picture. Familiarity, perhaps.
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