The Sun is just dipping below the horizon when the unassuming car pulls into the driveway and parks beside the family SUV already present. The headlights click off, and out steps a fox. He's a man of reasonable stature and a part time babysitter.

He strolls casually up the walk to the front door with a silent effort not to look too eager. He lets his guard down a little when he finally reaches the doorstep, though. It doesn't seem from the looks of things that he'll be under much scrutiny tonight.

Perfect.

In the doorway is an already tipsy mother. From her position hunched forward looking through the screen door, it seems she's been waiting for James to arrive. She's a white rabbit donned in a nice dress and unsteady posture.

"Ohhhh! You're here!" she cries when James approaches. She opens the door for him before he can even reach for the handle.

"Oh hunny bun!" the mother calls over her shoulder with a voice quivering with excitement, "The sitter's here! Let's go!"

Footsteps come from down the hall, and a short but reasonably dressed and polite looking rabbit appears. His face has a bit of blush, and his wife is moving to lean on him the moment he steps up beside her.

"How much have you had already, darling?" the designated driver of the pair asks in good humor, "Save some for our night out!"

"Oh, it wasn't that much," the mother replies with a small laugh.

She practically drags the father of the family with her out the front door. For a moment, it seems she might run off without even acknowledging the fox, but she stops and turns to him for just a moment.

"Thank you so much," she says quickly, "I didn't think anyone would come on such short notice to watch Jacob!"

Her husband simply nods.

"Alright, see you later, John!" she waves, "I think that was it? Did I catch your name?"

The mother doesn't even stop for an answer. In the next moment she's simply laughing a little to herself and running for her car with her husband in tow.

James can't help but feel things have never been easier for him, and now he even has some anonymity to boot. Tonight will surely be quite the treat for him.

Without wasting another moment, he smiles and lets himself into the home. Their seven-year-old son is waiting around somewhere for him to attend him in his parents' absence. Now just to find him.

The fox slinks through the hall and comes across a door with a novelty sign on the front reading "Caution: Pro Gaming Inside". The sounds of battle in a game that certainly has an age rating higher than the age of its playerbase ring through cheap tablet speakers inside.

With a slight smile, James turns the handle and eases the door open.

There he is: the ill intentioned sitter's prize. Jacob is quite a small boy with large, floppy ears. He sits hunched over his tablet in the corner of the room, though his head is now turned to stare at the stranger. His jaw hangs slightly open, and the blue glow of his game illuminates the apprehension in his eyes.

Unable to help himself, James descends almost immediately upon the boy. He lumbers across the room and pushes Jacob's tablet aside to lean over him and get a grip on his shoulders.

The boy lets out a yell of confusion and fear as James nudges his nose into the bunny's neck and begins to sniff the sharp, musky scent of his fur.

"What the f-... frick are you doing?" he asks in a somewhat shrill voice.

"Me?" James asks, hesitating on stuffing his nose down the boy's shirt collar just long enough to respond, "Don't you know? This is just how dogs greet each other."

The fox's bushy tail swishes behind him, "I'm your sitter for the night."

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

The little bunny boy is clearly more than a little off put by the overbearing sitter stuffing his snout down his shirt, but Jacob doesn't resist or talk back.

The heavy, tangy scent of sweat worked up from getting more than a little invested in his performance in his game tickles James' nose from the inside of the little boy's shirt. He lets it waft over him where he leans over the boy for a moment.

Jacob lets out a small noise of surprise as James turns him on his side. The fox pulls down one of the short sleeves of the boy's t-shirt and stuffs his snout as far into the opening as possible.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

The aroma he's greeted with from the boy's pit is as overwhelming as it is delightful to the predatory sitter. James drinks it in like a fine wine.

It has a salty tinge that teases his senses and leaves him sniffing intently just to catch another whiff of it. It's certainly potent enough, though, to not keep him waiting for long to find another strong sting of the smell.

Jacob tries to lean slightly away, though with the sitter's tight grip, he can't get far. It's only another few long moments, though before James pulls his snout away and leans toward the boy's face.

For a second with his intent gaze and nearing muzzle, it almost looks like he's leaning in for a kiss from Jacob's perspective.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

But truthfully, the fox is just drinking in more of his scent.

He gets a good view from here of the bunny's unnerved expression. The beads of shining fluid dripping down his forehead add just a hint of that delightful young boy sweat aroma.

In addition, he can clearly smell the boy's breath with each shuddering exhale.

"Mint? Someone's been brushing their teeth every day. Good boy, that's good for you~" James comments on the scent coming from Jacob's slightly ajar maw.

RUSTLE FWIP

Next, to some small protest in an indignant but helpless shout, James reaches for the base of the boy's shirt. He pulls it up to reveal the bunny's soft, succulent chest beneath and carefully slides it off of his body.

"Wh-What's the big idea?" the bunny cries.

"Just... a very formal part of the greeting," James spitballs, "Like a handshake. It means I like you~"

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

The fox balls the sweaty t-shirt up in his hands and pulls it right up to his face to get a good, deep whiff followed by many faster ones just after. There's a deep look of discomfort in Jacob's gaze, but James doesn't even glance up to notice with how fixated he is on the shirt.

"Oh this smell is intense," he comments, "Haven't washed this one in a while, have you~?"

"I-It's my favorite shirt," Jacob comments in a meek voice, "I like to wear it a lot..."

"Shhhh, that's alright," James comments between sniffs at the boy's defensive tone, "In fact, I think that's wonderful~"

All the while he continues drinking in the scent of the boy's sweat mingled with the smell of damp fabric and dyes. The fox can tell it's a shirt that the boy has had for some time. By now he's able to recognize the approximate age of most pieces of clothing from scent alone.

It's only a few more moments, though, before the fox tosses the shirt aside. Jacob winces a little at the sight of his favorite shirt flopping gracelessly on the messy floor of his unkempt room, but that worry doesn't stay at the forefront of his mind for long.

FWUMP

James pushes the boy backwards to lay faced up on his own bed. The fox lifts the boy's ankles into the air and holds them aside to make way for his curious snout to prod toward his crotch and rear.

"H-Hey! What is this?" Jacob cries in fear.

James only laughs slightly as he leans in and nudges up against the faint outline of the boy's balls in his shorts, "Just a thorough greeting~"

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

He soaks in the scent of the boy's sweat-drenched balls as it filters out through the fabric. The delectable aroma overpowers the sitter's senses already, but he knows this is nothing yet.

"I really don't think dogs g-greet each other like this!" the little boy whines to no acknowledgement from the predatory sitter.

Instead, James continues to take whiff after whiff of the uncomfortable boy's smell.

Jacob's reluctance only further entices James. It makes him sweat that little bit more.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

After some time, James moves on to the main course of the sharp, salty smell. He pulls open the bottom of one leg of the boy's shorts, and immediately a much more intense version of the smell rolls out and washes over him.

He can't hold himself back for even a second from plunging his snout inside.

He basks in the potent odor that washes his senses in a deep, foul scent. With his snout pressed into the confines of the boy's pants, he's utterly entranced. It's a thorough saturation of body odor stench.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

James can't help but imagine what the bunny's smell would be like if he went through puberty. Maybe it is a shame, then, that he won't make it that long.

"Uhm, p-please stop, Mister..." the boy attempts to push James away by the forehead, but the fox simply doesn't budge.

Jacob's struggles in his discomfort grow steadily. He attempts to scoot himself away, but the fox simply clings tight and continues drinking in the musky scent of his ball sweat.

James doesn't stop until he's satisfied.

It takes a short while longer before he's decidedly had his fill of the bunny's balls, but his olfactory exploration is not quite finished yet.

James pulls away suddenly and flips the boy over to lay on his belly. Jacob lets out a small yell, but it goes entirely ignored.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

Now, the fox leans in for a whiff of the boy's rear end. He pulls the boy's shorts halfway down to take in more of the scent, and for good measure he allows his hands to help themselves to the bun's doughy cheeks.

"Stop stop stop! This is weird!" Jacob whines.

The boy is on the verge of tears, but James couldn't be more thrilled with his present molestation.

"I didn't ask for this! I have dog friends, they- they don't do this!" the bunny boy cries out.

"Maybe it's your dog friends who are weird," the malicious sitter states, "I do this to every cute little bunny I babysit~"

James only pauses briefly to give his smug response. He's too entranced with the earthy stench wafting up from the between the bunny's cheeks. The sensation is simply divine.

Jacob sniffles and squirms helplessly in place. James is adept at handling little boys by now, and the bunny isn't hard to keep down, even considering where the fox has his nose presently planted.

The sitter indulges himself a moment longer, before the boy finally says, "I'll- I'll tell my parents! You can't- You can't do this!"

James stands and leans over the bunny, who he allows to roll over to where he can look back up at him. He can't help but let out a small chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Jacob asks sheepishly.

The fox doesn't reply. He doesn't need to. Jacob is going to learn first hand soon enough.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

Instead, James gives himself one final moment to drink in the boy's scent. He gets a good, thorough whiff of his midsection and lets his snout prod all over to fully satiate his exploratory nose.

The boy lets out varying whines that have become little more than sweet white noise to the fox. James loses himself briefly in his mind and in the thrilling thought of what he's going to do next. His rock hard shaft strains against his pants, and he knows it's time.

Finally satiated with scent, he briefly backs away from the boy and reaches down to undo his belt.

FWUMP

Down his pants fall. His tense, rock solid shaft is briefly put on display before the sitter turns to instead face toward the stunned boy his foul, musky ass. Sweat soaks portions of the fur covering the sitter's rump and drips slowly through his exposed crack.

"What the fu-... fuck!" the little bunny hesitates to swear even now, but given the situation, he can't help but let it slip.

WHAP

The fox promptly hops backward. His hole lands squarely on the helpless boy's snout, and he flattens him beneath his rump on the bed. Muffled cries of now very distinct terror sound from beneath him, but they can't travel far.

"Mmm, and now it's your turn to greet me~" the fox quips while begging to rub his rear over the little boy's face.

Jacob yells and strains with all his might to push the gross grown-up off of himself, but all his efforts prove ultimately futile. The fox rubs his foul rear over the boy until he tires himself out trying to resist.

It takes several long minutes for the poor boy to finally wear out, during which his every sense is overcome by the rancid stench of James' scarcely washed backside. Each time he attempts to scream, sweat drips into his maw and causes him to gag immediately afterward.

To James, the feeling of restraining the innocent boy, despite its cruelty, is pure bliss.

"Get a good whiff in~ You'll miss it with where you're going next!" the fox taunts.

The sitter rubs his rear harder and harder across the boy's face. The bunny's snout rubs and teases his tailhole, and James is on the verge of riding it like a sex toy.

SCHLRK

Finally, the boy's muzzle slips in. A muffled cry echoes through James' colon, and the sitter only moans from the feeling. 

The majority of the boy's senses are overwhelmed already. The heat and unavoidable stench cloud his mind, and his body is assaulted by the slick innards his muzzle protrudes into and the equally damp rump that soaks his fur with foreign sweat.

"Like a scented candle," James comments as sways of his hips back and forth work his rear end further over the child's face, "Love to smell you, but you'll burn out soon~"

The boy isn't able to get much of a scream out at this point, and if he were, it would never escape the fox's bowels anyway. All the sound in the room is James' own moaning and panting plus the wet sounds of his rectum stretching to take in more of the boy.

WHUMP SCHLRRRG

Finally, James reaches a tipping point where the widest portion of Jacob's head is inside him. All at once, he falls and takes in everything above his neck.

He lets out a sudden, intense moan from the little bunny's head against his prostate with his puffy sphincter stretched around the boy's neck. He pants for just a moment before he begins to work him deeper in.

GLRRRK GWRK

The helpless boy's squirms become more and more frantic. Jacob has finally realized fully what is happening to him, and every centimeter down his neck the sitter's tailhole goes, he fights harder to try to escape.

James' rear end is heedless of his struggles, however. Each hip movement works another small portion of the boy inside and presently approaches his shoulders.

"Finally figure out you're not going to get a chance to tell your parents about me~?" the cruel fox taunts as he scoots forward on the bed and intakes Jacob's shoulders all at once.

Jacob lets out a loud, defiant scream, but it hardly registers as a whimper through the layers of soft, internal flesh covering him now. His desperate pleas are ignored, and though he flails his arms now, his range of motion gets becomes narrower with each inch the fox takes down his midsection.

SCHGLLRRRK GWRRFK

The swiftly progressing fox picks up the pace with a shift forward that pulls in everything up to Jacob's chest. The bunny can no longer move his upper arms to any appreciable degree, and his attempts to do so only pleasure the predator.

SCHLRRRK

It only takes a moment for him to force the rest of the boy's torso inside of himself. Two small, desperate hands cling to the bedsheets futilely. Nothing else can be seen of the boy but a writhing bulge in James' abdomen and a pair of little fluffy white legs kicking at the air between James' own.

With one more small shift of his posture, James is now sits straight up with Jacob sat similarly upright inside him, albeit the latter is jerking around violently in his helpless struggles. This makes for a good couple feet of writhing seven-year-old against James' prostate, and the feeling is unlike any other.

As the boy's attempts at freedom spur on his arousal to further heights, James finds his hand sliding toward his exposed shaft. Good a time as any to rub one out.

PLAT FAP PAT

"Mmm~ Yeah, just like that," James taunts the boy lodged in his rectum as each uncontrollable squirm spurs him on further.

He rubs his cock with a speed and vigor matching that which the horrified seven-year-old inside of him struggles with. James hasn't felt this erect since his last successful babysitting gig, and he certainly isn't letting the opportunity go to waste.

FAP PLAP FAP

The captive butt plug bunny whines and flails, and he finally manages to call a muffled "Let me out!" that's audible enough for the sitter to figure out what he's saying through his own body muffling the boy.

To the masturbating predator, it's music to his lust-filled ears.

The fox picks up the pace, and already he feels himself approaching climax. He pleasures himself further with a quick shift of his posture that slides in most of the boy's legs.

SCHLRRRG

In light of his present situation, he doesn't hold back the coming wave of pleasure. He might not be able to if he tried, now that the entirety of the boy's body is squirming inside him.

FAP PAT SPLRRRRT

The wave crashes all at once, coinciding with a splash of spunk from the fox that shoots forward to land in the bunny's crumpled up favorite shirt. The boy might be upset if he knew and didn't have far larger problems to worry about.

James can't help but remain still for a moment to moan and bask in the sensation. He sits now with most of his victim curled forward into a bulge in his gut. The shifting of his legs as he tries to at least make himself comfortable is on its own intense enough to tempt the sitter to a second round, though he resists.

SCHRRRFK

Instead, he finally finishes pulling little Jacob into his rear end. The bunny's little paws disappear, and the sitter finally stands.

GWRRRRGGGGLE GLRRRRRFFFFGHHH GROANNNN

His gut shakes and sways with the furiously kicking weight inside. The pressure on the sitter's engorged insides shifts downward from gravity, and his prey swings gently back and forth in front of him like a pendulum while he walks.

GLRRRFFFFGH CHURRRN GRRRGGGGG

"Never can resist a tantalizing little thing like you~" the fox comments upon squeezing through the doorway back into the hall, "It was nice smelling you, but I bet you'll smell even better when I'm finished."

"Better? It reeks in here!" comes an indignified cry from inside of the fox's belly. At least that's what James makes of it; it's not easy to hear Jacob clearly over the sounds of his guts setting to work on him.

The living room floorboards creak beneath the slightly yellowed carpet from the shifting weight of the full pred. The satiated sitter lumbers forward with his prize and places the burden of weight on the family's couch when he hops onto it. The slight hiss of straining wooden frame echoes unsettlingly below, but any damages to the furniture haven't caused it to collapse just yet.

The sitter digs through the cushions for the TV remote and settles down with his squirming belly.

GURRRGGGGGG GLRRRFFFFFGH GROANNNN

"This is the life," James comments to himself casually with the romcom playing on the channel the TV had last been left on becoming background noise to his enjoyment of his own working gut.

Jacob whines and occasionally screams inside. 

"It's starting to hurt!" "It's so gross in here!" "What's happening to my legs?"

The horrified cries of the boy only make the sitter bite his lip and lean harder on his gut, where he can hear his victim better and rub his hands all over the lumpy round bulge containing him.

GLRRFFFGGHHH GWRRRRRR GLORP

James smiles and takes in the sounds coming from within. The longer his stomach works, the less coherent his prey's pleas become. Wordless screams and choking gags become far more common than full sentences.

All the while the little boy's body softens and softens.

SNAP

Eventually, something gives.

The shriek from inside must be the loudest yet by a considerable margin, but to the sitter, it's music to his ears.

CRACK CRK GRRRGGGLE

The boy is reduced to babbling, sobbing, and occasionally screaming with each new burst of pain as James' belly works its magic on him. The more his small, frail body breaks from the acids and the pressure, the louder the crunching and snapping of his bones becomes.

CRUNCH CRACK SNAP GLRRFFFGGH GWRRRGGG

It's a sound not unlike popcorn.

Jacob's screams grow louder, despite now being broken up by sobs and retches. The only coherent words he can manage are occasional pleas for mercy that go utterly unheeded by the predator.

James enjoys the sensation of the bunny's body softening and losing structure inside of him while the growling of his stomach fills the room.

Jacob babbles in agony and terror as pieces of him bend in ways that shouldn't be possible and he notices more and more portions of himself he simply cannot feel.

GWRRRRRGGGGGLE GLRRRRRG CHURRRRN CRUNCH

Then, with one last crunch, all the sounds coming from the pleading, dying boy stop simultaneously. The continuous gurgles and groans of James' gut have outlasted its occupant, and the noise of working gastrointestinal tract now dominates the soundscape of the room uncontested.

James' gut has gone suddenly still, though it's still pleasurably bloated. The lumpy shape curled inside barely resembles a bunny anymore, though. Most of it is round and formless with only odd bones jutting out bumps here and there across its surface.

GURRGGGGGGLE GROAN GLRRFFFFF GLORP

James only smiles and pats his gut with a contented sigh. Mulching some cute bunny boy is always an amazing feeling, and now with the show in his gut over, he turns to the show on the television in front of him to relax with whatever's playing at the moment.

The show's plot goes in one ear and out the other for the inattentive pred who's presently more concerned with basking in the sensations of his stomach than anything in the world around him, but it's something for his eyes to follow.

GWRRRGGGG GLRRFGGH SHGLRRRGGGG

Though the life has long left the innocent little bunny, his remains move and writhe in their own way as they begin to pump through his intestines. The rigid bones that survived digestion shift around as they're forced through the fox's guts and in turn press against his flesh from within in a way not terribly different from Jacob's struggles when he was alive, though certainly much slower.

It's a feeling James quite loves, and in his comfortable seat, he enjoys it absentmindedly as the time slowly slips by.

GWRRRFFGH GLORFGH

A few hours later, James snaps back to his senses. With the clock he eyes on the wall being past midnight and a certain pressure mounting in his colon, he realizes that the parents likely won't be out too much longer and that he regardless does need to relieve himself.

And so, he hops up from the couch and makes a steady march for the restroom.

His gut sways less with his steps now. The more densely packed and utterly still mass is less inclined to swing about than the lively melting bunny that it'd been last time James entered this hall.

Regardless, he finds the restroom a couple doors down and steps inside. He hadn't even put his pants back on after his initial fun, so he simply plops onto the pot to plop out his prey.

GROANNNN GLRRRFFGH FBLRRRRFFFFFT BLORRRPHFT PFFFFFRRRRR

As soon as he sits, an eruption of vile fumes and putrid slop pour out of him into the bowl below. Fractured bone spills out with the rest of the sitter's bodily waste, he doesn't neglect to appreciate the feeling of pleasure from half a shattered pelvis pressing on his prostate on its way out.

The initial outpour subsides, but much of James' little passenger is still inside. His belly's bloated mass has only been reduced by  a small portion.

FBLRRRBFFFFFFFT PLOP BLRRFFFT SLOUGH

A grunt and a heaving push cause a massive, dense log to peek out James' pucker before slowly snaking out. Most of the bones that once comprised a hand are sprinkled into it, and a protruding ulna forms the thickest part of the massive turd.

One he gets past the little hard ridge where the end of the bone pokes out, the whole mass plops into the bowl easily. He lets out a little sigh of pleasure and relief when the log is finally dropped, followed by another slew of softer, mushier filth.

PLOPFT GLRRRBLRRRRFFFFFTTTT BLRRRGHBBT PLOP

It doesn't take much more of the mulched boy to start to overflow the bowl. Another dense log, followed by a hefty helping of soft mush, forces warm, sickly shit to begin to poke out around the edges of the toilet seat and drip vile fluid down the sides of the toilet.

James' rear end is smeared with the stuff as it rises to the level of where he's dumping it all from, and each continuation of his bowel movement sends small mounds of dung sloughing indignantly to the tile floor. It all forms into a handful of small piles encircling the toilet.

FBLRRRFFFF PLOP GLRTCH

A fraction of a bone that once belonged in Jacob's arm is lodged through his empty, sorry eye socket when it emerges. James' gut really did a number on the little boy.

The skull is the last of the boy to vacate James' bowels, and as the fox's guts push it down into the overflowing mush, it forces out one last runny heap of scat beneath the seat on all sides that joins the accumulated mush spilled around the porcelain base.

With a contented sigh and a moment to bask on his throne, James finally stands. The unflushed mess is a macabre and disgusting monument to the fox's deepest urges, and it's handiwork he's frankly proud of. 

He certainly won't be leaving without appreciating what he's crafted the cute little seven-year-old into.

He kneels in front of the mess. Small portions of filth dripping from his shit drenched rear spread the mess beneath him. Heedless of his knees poking into the portions of mud piled in front of the bowl, he leans in close.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

Unlike the boy it'd once been, the pile does not resist his eager sniffs. In a way, it does take some of the fun out, but in another, it is satisfying and deeply freeing. His digested prey serves no danger of escape or retaliation. The shit heap remains, and it emanates the vile, gastric stench he satiates his needy nose upon.

"Mmmm... I bet you were stuck smelling something like this the whole time you were dying," he idly muses while growing gradually more aware of his straining erection, "And now you get to stink just like it~"

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

While he drinks in the putrid aroma wafting from the freshly defecated remains, James finds his hand slinking again downward between his legs.

PLAP PLAT FAP

He makes no effort to restrain himself from indulging his overwhelming lust. A needy stroking builds in speed and intensity as the fox gets into his pleasure. He doesn't start slow by any means; his needs are too strong to take his time.

PLAT FAP FAP PLAPT SNIFF SNIFF

With his exertion in his vigorous masturbation, James' breaths quicken. Each inhalation through his nose brings a fresh wave of the reeking stench of the bunny boy over him, and it only prods him to pleasure himself harder and faster in something of a decadent feedback loop.

PLAP PLAT FAP SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

The scenes of snapping bones and muffled cries play back in James' mind as he continues. Not quite static in the rest of his body where he remains hunched over the overflown throne, his nose just grazes the warm filth. 

He's far from steady in his indulgence; it is an animalistic, overbearing desire that drives his movements with more force than precision. It's a desire he can't help but feed.

PLAT FAP PLAP SNIFF SNIFF

The world outside the modest family bathroom fades away. In this precious, thrilling moment, for which James has waited far too long, there is nothing but himself, the ruined boy, and the overwhelming energy that spurs him forward.

He barely even realizes a moment has passed when he finds himself brought gradually to attention by the brink of orgasm. He's lucid only enough to appreciate the feeling and allow himself to release.

FAP PLAT FAP FAP SPLRRRRRT

The world threatens to flood back in as James shoots thick ropes of cum over the freshly brown stained porcelain. The lingering feelings keep it all at bay a moment longer.

He moans loud enough it's almost a bellow, and the stench that fills his nose, one which will be impossible to remove from the carpet of neighboring rooms, fills his head. It's a grim, cruel note of his crime that lingers potently in the air, and the fox can't get enough of it.

Shot after shot of hot spunk mingles with the brown heap until James finally normalizes his breathing and starts to come back down. More satisfied than ever, he's content for a moment to simply exist there, kneeling on the floor, surrounded by his own dirty work.

But all good things must come to an end, and in the back of his mind, the sitter remains aware that his time alone in the house is finite.

With a contented sigh, James finally gets back to his feet. He makes no attempt to clean himself of the fruits of his labor that stain his fur, nor does he even attempt to flush away the disgusting remains he's left behind. No toilet could handle the mess of an entire mulched seven-year-old anyway.

He steps out into the hall. His arms are stretched over his head before his hands move a bit behind him to pop his back. Then, he makes only a brief stop to collect his own discarded clothes from Jacob's now vacant room, and he heads for the front door.

The cool night air greets him like an old friend. He stands with one hand on an open car door and hesitates to leave the site of his pleasures and the crisp, gentle atmosphere behind, but as always, he knows he must.

He turns the key in the ignition, buckles in, and entertains himself with idle imaginings of the scene that's sure to unfold when the boy's former parents arrive home and inevitably follow that rotten stench.

The rearview mirror reflects a smile creeping across James' face. Babysitting is such a nice job to have, and there's nothing in the world more satisfying to someone like James than a job well done.