Where are the Kids? Part 0
By Seydaschu

This is an adult story with heavy sexual and fetish themes.
Fetish Warning: Cubs, Cock Vore, Hyper Balls, Unwilling Prey, Multiple Prey, Kidnapping, Nonfatal Vore, Endosoma, M/M, Stealth Vore, Deception, Public Nudity

	It was a Friday afternoon.  Tim Fuddly was home, seated at a computer desk, idly browsing websites.  He was doing so until the raccoon felt his gigantic testicles give off a painful grumble, physically contracting between his spread thighs.  “Damn.  It's really that time again, huh?”  He was hungry.  But not for ordinary food.  No, Tim ate little boys with his penis.  He had been doing so since he was 16, making his hyper balls grow with each meal, and he had become addicted to cock-voring cubs.  He ate normal food too as usual, but sliding food down his cock didn't satisfy the hunger in his loins.  It may have been possible for him to try quitting, braving through it even if it caused weight loss in his ball-sack, but the raccoon was too afraid to see what would happen.

	It was much simpler for Tim to become a serial killer, living in a quiet town while secretly making boys disappear with his penis.  It started slowly at first, but as his scrotum grew, he had to eat more often, and now he had to catch one kid per month.  He was accustomed to finding cubs that nobody would really notice were missing, or even those where people actively desired their disappearance.  School bullies were his favorite food, not just for a sense of revenge for his own childhood, but also because they were friends to nobody, not even their own family.  He actually felt quite proud to slay such bad boys, feeling like he was quietly helping the community with his crime.  Tim's other major category for prey was sad, unloved loners.  Likely born as 'accidents', they were awkward kids who were ignored by their parents and couldn't make any friends.  He felt sorry for these kids, who may have been feeling suicidal themselves.  Tim targeted the loners who were the worst off, feeling like he was doing them a favor with his mercy killing.  It helped that the raccoon's cum-digestion seemed to force pain into pleasure; even the bullies were moaning in bliss during their last moments.  All-in-all, Tim felt his cock-vore was a humane execution method, and as long as bad parents kept breeding irresponsibly, he'd never go hungry.

	Today was a problem, though.  Tim liked to premeditate his prey, stalking and researching in order to choose which cub would be the best one to devour next.  But now, he didn't have anyone lined up.  Would he have to do it the old-fashioned way?  Would he have to go out hunting, deciding on the fly for each boy he saw if they could disappear without anyone noticing, and feeling guilt-free about this child's death?  If he accidentally cock-vored a nice and loved boy, he'd certainly get caught, making all hypers look like out-of-control cub eaters, but also he'd be removing a cute kid who didn't deserve it, one who would grow up to be a helpful adult.  That's right, Tim Fuddly had an image to maintain.  He mentally told himself, “I'm a nice guy.  Just because I eat a dozen cubs a year with my dick doesn't make me a bad guy.  I'm helping.  I'm getting rid of kids nobody wants, and I snuff them painlessly too.  If it was really wrong, they would have caught and stopped me by now.  In fact... someday, people will thank me for eating their boys!  And... the boys will be thanking me too!  Those delicious, cute little...”

	Tim smiled and stood up.  He was already wearing a green tank-top which he had written “I <3 KIDZ” onto with markers, but he had on nothing else.  So he slipped on some blue track-shorts while spreading open the special fly so he could push his hyper balls through, letting them hang free, then stepped into some sandals.  He walked out the front door into the cool, late-Spring air, and stuffed his hands into the small pockets of his shorts.  His tight sack gently bobbed in front of his knees as he walked to the sidewalk through his front gate, then he idly wandered around the edge of his suburb.  Tim would glance around occasionally, which for a hyper wasn't all that suspicious.  It was legal for him to 'open carry' his massive junk due to his condition, but he still didn't like people gawking at him for no reason.  Since it was midday Friday in the Spring, kids were clearly still at school, not home, so there was little hope the raccoon would find any prey sticking around this residential block.  Maybe some kids home sick, but they'd clearly stay indoors, and some very young kids too young for school, but Tim would happily admit even he isn't interested in prey that small and innocent.  No, he targeted the elementary school ages.  Maybe the 6-12 range, but 8-10 were just ripe!  Just old enough to communicate clearly and follow instructions, and being big enough meals, but not too big for his barely-hyper foot-long erection to swallow!

	Tim could soon see the park starting on the next block over.  A place where he had successfully hunted many times.  It was probably too early to find cubs, but also too late find a school during recess, so the plan was to stick around, casing the location.  He could get lucky and find some delinquent skipping school, but would likely have to wait it out.  However, something was different today; in the distant parking lot, the raccoon could see bright yellow school buses!  Sure enough, he saw the table area packed full of kids looking around 10 years old!  Must have been a field trip.  Obviously, he couldn't just walk straight up to the crowd, pull open his waistband, then drop a kid into his shorts, hilarious as that would be to feed his crotch in front of a hundred-so kids like that was perfectly normal!  Nope, it was time to get sneaky.

	He knew of a little clearing hidden by bushes, close to trees along the edge of the wide-open play area.  He'd be able to peer out through some leaves when he stood up, and was practically impossible to be seen while sitting or laying on the ground.  Once Tim arrived at his spot, he got hard, tenting his shorts to the vivid memories he had of all the great meals he had in this very spot!  Sometimes, he'd catch a boy among the trees, forcing it down his cock, then carrying it to this spot to digest in solitude.  Other times, he'd lure prey into the bushes to be devoured at this clearing.  His scrotum was rather soundproof, keeping the cries of his victims quieter than the rustling of leaves in the wind.  Few things aroused Tim more than the thought of quietly digesting a little boy alive with his balls while their ungrateful parents where directly opposite of the bushes, oblivious that a sexy, killer raccoon was murdering their son right under their noses!~

	Peering through the leaves now, Tim licked his lips while reaching one hand into his shorts, pushing his erection in a more comfortable direction to the side.  He didn't see many people out playing, though.  It was certainly easier for him to make a boy disappear unnoticed when things were crowded elsewhere.  Despite his horniness, Tim tried to reason with his urges.  “It probably doesn't have to be today.  If nothing convenient shows up, I could try again tomorrow.  Saturday will be much easier.”  He kept seeing packs of 3 to 6 kids, which made bad targets.  Their friends are right there, they're bound to notice someone missing.  He'd have to eat the whole group at once!  Fat chance of that ever happening, though.  He studied the groupings, trying to make quick notes of who's with who.  He was also trying to notice any animosity among 'friends', because if any of them are enemies to their clique, then the group might be apathetic towards the fate of 'that one guy'.

	Tim was suddenly startled by the noise of leaves off to his left!  He reflexively jerked his hand free from his shorts and looked aside with a blush.  That's when he made eye contact with a little tiger boy.  They both froze in awkward silence for 5 seconds straight, before the boy just said “Hey!” in a friendly tone.  Tim only answered with a confused noise, thinking to himself, “Wow, this is going to be easy!~”  The tiger innocently asked “What'cha doing?”  “Uh, hiding.”  “Why?”  “I don't want people seeing my big balls.”  That's when the tiger cub finally looked down and got a side-view of the raccoon's hyper ballsack.  He seemed more curious than anything, tilting his head aside.
“Why are they naked?”
Tim: “They're too big for normal clothes, and it hurts to wear them.”
“Oh... why are they so big?”
Tim: “Well... I'm kinda weird.  It's a really grown-up thing to talk about.”
“Hm... well, I think they're cool!”

	The two smiled together, and raccoon started to lighten up.  He turned toward the boy and sat down on the ground, gently resting his interesting scrotum atop his crossed legs.  The tiger approached for a closer look.  Tim chuckled and thought to himself, “This guy is going to be my easiest meal yet!~  He seems so gullible.  Yet, so sweet.  Too sweet.  Damn, and he's already seen too much.  I'll probably have to eat him now, even if he's a nice boy.  Damnit!”
“Do you have to hide all the time?”
Tim: “Well, not really.  It's not against the rules to have them out, but people still act shocked.”
“Can I touch them?”
Tim: “Buh?!  Wow, it's uh, against the rules, but uh... if you keep it a secret, you can.”

	The tiger boy got onto his knees, then placed his hands atop the raccoon's right nut.  When he started to rub, Tim squinted his eyes and moaned lowly!  He licked his lips.  Never had his prey touched him like this before!  Such a lucky catch!~
“Do you like being pet like this?”
Tim: “Oh, yes!~  You can do that as much as you like!”
“Thanks!  They're so soft and squishy.”
Tim: “Mmmm...”

	The cub happily explored the giant testicle, oblivious to how dangerous it was.  They soon heard a quiet growl from inside the scrotum.
“What was that noise?”
Tim: “Mmph, it's a problem I have.  It kinda hurts, but you can help me!”
“Want me to touch it more?”
Tim: “That would be great, but there's something else.  Remember, this is a secret.”

	The raccoon boldly reached into his waistband, and pulled out his foot-long erection, holding it upright.  The tiger was in shock as Tim stretched his urethra wider, showing the gape to the boy.
“That's... your dick?  Wow...”
Tim: “Yeah... it's hollow in there, and goes all the way down into my balls.  If you went inside my sack, I would love that so much!~”
“Um... no, I don't think I could fit.”
Tim: “Look, it stretches!  Stick your feet into this hole, and I'll help you in.”
“Does it hurt?”
Tim: “Naw, don't worry, I'll be fine!  ...Eh, and you too!  I'm not gonna hurt ya.”
“Gosh, I've never seen someone who can put people in their balls before.”

	The cub complied, sitting on the ground, and lifting his legs towards Tim's crotch.  The raccoon grabbed the boy's shoes, and slowly guided them into his urethra.  His penis stretched around the boy's feet, and he shuddered with pleasure.  The kid giggled, feeling the warmth started to spread over his socks, not realizing he was already cock-food.  Tim moved onto his own knees to help push his cock over his prey's legs.  Once his glans had swallowed up to the tiger's knees, they both felt the cub's feet enter a hollow chamber, Tim's right testicle.  Around this point was when he grabbed the boy's torso and then sat up again, holding the cub inside of his penis vertically, facing each other.  Next, his cock slurped over the thighs of its meal, up to the waist, and the tiger's feet reached the ground.  The cub was now standing waist-deep in the dick of a child predator, but smiled like they were just having a hug.

	It was at this point that Tim's personality shifted in demeanor.  In his average day-to-day life, he was shy, a bit of a pushover.  Not wanting to make a fuss, avoiding strangers.  But when he had a victim in his ballsack, he turned into a predator!  His confidence surges, his thoughts get more organized, and he seems to exhibit stereotypical raccoon cleverness.  He felt invincible, like he could make anyone believe a bold-faced lie through his sheer confidence.  This skill was used time and time again to help him literally get away with murder!  Now properly loosened up, Tim addressed his cock-food with a new attitude, no longer begging and pleading for sympathy, but being deceptively gentle and friendly.

Tim: “Mmmm, thank you so much, kid.  I feel better already!~”
“Gosh, it's so soft and warm!  I love it!”
The raccoon gave the tiger a playful kiss atop his head, then rubbed his headfur.
Tim: “Daw, that's so sweet of you!~  Nobody has ever told me that before.”
The tiger cub appeared to be thinking, worrying Tim that he was about to ask about his other prey.  What he did say next was probably worse.
“I'll bet my friends would love it too!”
Damn, of course this wholesome boy had friends, why did this simple snack have to get so complicated?  Despite this conflicting feeling, Tim was in pred-mode, and kept his gentle poker-face.
Tim: “Cool!  How many friends do you have?”
“Three.  They'll be easy to find, we all have the same shirt.”
The raccoon quickly scanned the upper body of his prey still sticking out of his dick, noting the black shirt with a modern-looking superhero wolf on it.  The logo read 'Super Lobo Man'.  Part of the print sank out of view as his penis continued to silently devour the oblivious boy.

Tim: “Wow, I'd love to try this on your friends!~  Aw, that'd be so hard to do, though.  All five of us would have to keep it a secret, and I don't think my balls could hold 4 kids at once.”
“Have you ever tried?”
Tim: “Hehe, the most I've ever eaten at the same time was a pair of twins!~  So delicious!~”  The raccoon looked his lips seductively.  This wasn't a slip of the tongue, he had decided to be more honest with his victim right before he finished swallowing them.
“Eat?  Are you eating me... with your dick?”
Tim: “Mmmm, yeah.  Sorry, sweety.~  Now, don't worry about it, I promised I won't hurt you!  I think I could even... spit you out later.”  He gently laid a hand atop the tiger's head, who was already swallowed up to the shoulders, and smiled warmly.  “I don't want to kill you, you're just too sweet!~”
“Oh... okay.  So... you're a bad guy?”  Tim answered with just a shrug.  “Well, then I'm sure somebody will save me!  Then we can play again sometime!~”
Tim: “Daw, that's the spirit, sweety!~  Have fun in there!~”

	The raccoon playfully waved goodbye as the cub's smiling face disappeared behind his closing urethra.  With his other hand, he rubbed his stretched shaft, feeling it quickly retract as he rapidly deposited the last of his meal into his right testicle.  He rubbed a hand over the stretched ball now resting over his thigh, feeling its contents shift inside.  The tiger was getting more comfortable, but not struggling.  A very welcome change of pace!  Tim smiled, even though there was nobody left to fool.

	That's when he had to be honest with himself.  Tim loved this boy!  When he said “I don't want to kill you”, he meant that.  He so desperately wanted to have his cake and eat it too.  To continue this game that the cub imagined, playing a comic-book villain and eating the boy over and over again, but always having him safe by the end of the episode!  He wanted to continue permavoring unwanted kids while keeping this tiger as an innocent casual cock-vore friend!  He faced reality, and pondered his options.  Maybe holding this nice boy in his scrotum for a while will sate his hunger long enough for him to find a better prey.  He could masturbate in an hour or two to release him, then think about who he'd eat tomorrow.  At least, he assumed he could release his prey at will, he had never done so before, but knew that other cock-vore predators could.  But what about the three friends that were mentioned?  Is there a convincing lie he could tell them that would explain why the tiger boy was missing for so long, reeking of semen and clothes ruined?  He doubted the truth would be believable and kept secret.  Who just cock-vores kids, then says “nevermind, he's too nice, so I let him out”?  ...Could he actually eat all four of them?  Which is to say, physically capture the other 3, contain them in his sack which had never held more then 2 before, and get away with the crime?  The thought really excited him, and he couldn't help feeling like the tiger already nestled in his flesh was quietly encouraging him to do so!  Oh, how fun it'd be to finish the game, and reunite the friends in his scrotum, resulting in a win for the bad guy!~

	With one prey comfortably nestled with his right ball, Tim stood up, glancing through the leaves again.  He noticed a few boys with black shirts before, but now was able to identify the “Super Lobo Man” merchandise.  The raccoon smirked when he noticed two boys talking together under a tree nearby.  A white dragon was talking to a gray wolf, seemingly annoyed, while the latter was sitting against the tree, clearly distracted by his smartphone.  Where was the third friend though?  Ah yes, a yellow bunny wearing the same shirt was even closer, staring at the grass as he walked, humming to himself.  Now might be the perfect time to eat him!

	Tim crept towards the entrance of the clearing, and peeked his head out, being at an angle not visible to the tree that the other two were relaxing at.  He spoke out with a whispering voice to the bunny boy.
Tim: “Psst!  Hey, kid.  Your tiger friend needs your help.”
The bunny was startled, looking up to the raccoon's face, confused.  Before either said anything else, Tim ducked back in, returning to the clearing, and sat with his back turned, peering over his shoulder.  Sure enough, the bunny approached him, still unsure about what was happening.
Tim: “I'm so sorry about this, this is so embarrassing!  I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and then this tiger boy just climbed into my sack!  He thought it was so funny, but now I can't get him out!  Could you reach inside and pull him up?  I'll push from below.”

	The bunny circled around, and soon blushed at the sight of Tim's hyper balls, one of which clearly bulged from within!  The bulge moved, likely spurred by hearing Tim speak.  The raccoon meanwhile just held his erection upright, holding his urethra open with a few fingers while acting like there was nothing unusual about this.  The shy bunny winced, and shook his head.
“Ew, is th-that... your privates?”
Tim: “Kinda, it's complicated.  I know looks gross, but if you help pull him free, then I'll give you twenty bucks!  I just don't want anyone to see me like this, y'know?”
The bunny boy was still flustered and hesitant, but couldn't keep his eyes off of the raccoon's genitals.
“H-How?  He's inSIDE your balls?”
Tim realized that this boy wasn't fully paying attention to his requests, due to the overtly sexual atmosphere.  He remained patient, though.
Tim: “Both of us can tell you all about it once it's over.  Right now, though, we both really need you to reach your arms in here.”
“That's your... penis!”
Tim: “Yeah, I know it's inappropriate and stuff, but this actually happens all of the time.  Hehe, it seems like every family reunion, a nephew has to fish his brother out of my cock.”  He rolled his eyes as he confidently rattled off more lies to downplay the situation.

	The bunny knelt down before Tim's inviting junk, and slowly pushed his hands inside of the hungry urethra.
“Please don't tell anyone that I touched your privates!”
Tim: “I won't tell if you won't.” He shrugged, still treating the situation as if it was no big deal.
Once the wrists of his second prey were lodged into his shaft, Tim let go and moved his hands to the sides of his sack.  His penis swallowed on its own, pulling the boy's arm in deeper.
“It... what?  Th-that's...”  The bunny continued being bewildered to the sight of being cockvored, but the raccoon just kept assuring him with confidence.
Tim: “See how easy it is to get stuck?  Poor guy.  You'll have to reach juuuuust a bit deeper, then get ahold of him.  Not too deep, though.”
Once the boy's arms were swallowed up to the shoulders, his hands pushed into one of Tim's balls.  However, the raccoon had cleverly swallowed him into his left nut!  He pretended to help by pushing his balls inwards while the nervous bunny reached around, trying to find the tiger.
“I can't feel him!  What's wrong?”  Tim sighed in response.
Tim: “Sorry.  Wrong ball.  Don't worry about it, I'm sure your other friends can get you both out.”

	Before his prey could react, Tim thrust his hips and swallowed hard with his cock in order to pull in the bunny's head!  His flesh muffled the cries within while he grabbed the boy's legs and held them upright.  He licked his lips as his newest victim weakly kicked, unable to escape from the left testicle swallowing him hands-first.  Tim no longer needed to sweet-talk his prey, but still swallowed slowly, both to enjoy his meal, and continue the narrative that he cockvores children completely by accident.  After all, if the tiger boy survives this encounter, certainly the bunny will too.

	Tim wasn't even able to think about the remaining two boys, when he was interrupted by another boy's voice behind him.
“Hey, you.  ...I said hey!  I can see his legs, look over here, asshole!”
This was really bad!  However, thanks to Tim's predator attitude taking over, he kept his cool.  He'd been caught, so he had to act like he was still in control of the situation.  With one hand on the ground and the other holding the base of his stretched cock, he pivoted and turned around, so he could sit facing the white dragon boy glaring at him from a safe distance.  Tim kept a blank look as he proudly displayed both of his hostages, one rolling around in his right testicle, the other kicking futilely in the air, upper half already devoured.  Unlike the bunny, the dragon frowned with a super mean look, acting like he understood that his friends were being eaten, instead of simply being flabbergasted by the sight of hyper genitalia.

“Let them go.  You can't eat those two!”
Tim: “Who?  Do you know these guys?  If not, they're mine, fair and square.”
“A tiger and a yellow bunny.  He was just over here, and I heard him getting grossed out earlier.”
Tim: “Well, it's a bit late now.  I know this park better than you.  If you run off for help, I'll be gone, and you'll never see these two again.”  He bluffed about this, but it seemed believable.
“I just told you, you can't eat them!  They have friends!”  The dragon stormed closer, and grabbed the bunny's ankles just as the legs were swallowed up to the thighs.  “You can't just eat whoever you want!  They'll catch you!”
Tim: “Well, I was thinking about that before.  I figured I had two options here.  One: catch and release.  Two: catch all four of you!”  The raccoon gave the tough dragon a smug smirk, as he almost finished swallowing the bunny with his cock.  It was at this point that Tim had a closer look at the dragon's shirt.  He didn't look before because he already knew about the friend situation, but the superhero's costume was the wrong color, and the logo read “Lobos The Man”.  It was a bootleg!  His parents must be either gullible or cheapskates.  There was one last moment where the dragon could've let go, but he refused.  In fact, he watched with a determined glare as his hands were swallowed along with his friend's feet, even though pulling wasn't making any headway!  This surprised Tim.
Tim: “Wow, you're really making this easy for me, kid!~”
“Shut the Hell up!  I'm not just gonna let you run off with my friends!  Let them go!”  As his arms were devoured by the raccoon's cock, the dragon looked back up, furious as ever.  “If you let them go, you can have me instead!  Isn't that what you wanted?”
Tim: “Jesus.  Listen, that sounded real tough and all, but again, you're too late.  I'm about to have all three of you!~  And not much stopping me from getting your wolf friend too.”

	The bunny was soon all the way into his left testicle, and the dragon was now in the same position as the earlier; shoulders deep in cock, about to have his head swallowed.  Still trying to make eye contact, the boy's expression finally shifted towards being distraught.  “It doesn't hurt, does it?”  Tim smiled and chuckled.
Tim: “There there, sweetie.~  I've got pain-free digestion.”  He pat the third victim on it's head.  “And besides, 'catch and release' is still on the table.  Gosh, you're such a tough boy!~”  Tim paused his swallowing briefly, lightening up over the situation.  “I guess since you're still here, it wouldn't hurt to ask; any advice on catching the wolf?”
The dragon's expression changed from saddened, to confused, then calmed, then annoyed.  “Oh, he'll be your easiest prey yet!  He just can't stop playing 'Legendary Hero Saga'.  But he's got a loving family too, so don't even think about digesting us!”  Tim chuckled.
Tim: “Hehe, thanks!  I'll remember that sweetie!~  Enjoy your stay!~”

	With that, Tim let his penis gulp in the dragon's head, and he was surprised to see he wasn't struggling anymore!  The raccoon lifted the legs upright, and decided to stand up as he pulled in his surrendering prey.  As he quickly enjoyed his third meal, he had to wonder why the dragon seemed so familiar with vore.  He was certainly free to ask later if he released them.  And though he didn't show it due to his predator aura, the raccoon was greatly turned on by the cub's dominant attitude!  For now, though, the dragon was cock-food, and starting to stretch his left nut as it was forced to share a room with the bunny.  Tim licked his lips again as his ball sank past his knees, almost throwing him off-balance.  By the time the dragon was completely in his sack, he realized that the process was very much pain-free, and that he was very much capable of holding two 10-year-olds within each ball!

	Tim peered through the leaves again, confidant as ever that he could easily carry four prey in his ballsack.  Sure enough, the gray wolf was still sitting under the tree, playing a phone game while wearing earphones!  Perhaps that was why he didn't hear any of the commotion that the dragon made?  The raccoon looked back and forth, relieved to see much fewer groups.  Was the field trip almost over?  Maybe he's just lucky again.  The coast wasn't completely clear, however, and he had little hope of getting the wolf's attention from a distance with his phone distraction.  However, it didn't look like anyone was looking for the wolf, perhaps they assumed the other three boys were still keeping him company?  It was at this point Tim decided; all he needed was more confidence!

	Tim pushed his erection down his shorts and out of the opening for his scrotum, which held his cock downwards between the cleavage of his unbalanced sack.  He rest his hands in his pockets, then calmly walked out into the open.  He briefly had to regain balance when his three prey started squirming again, likely realizing that the raccoon was now walking away with them.  He kept his cool, though.  There was nothing wrong with being hyper in public, though it was understandable that he was keeping clear of everyone else.  It was perhaps unusual for one of his balls to hang that much lower than the other, but maybe he's just like that?  When he walked, which was now a waddle, the sway of his sack hid the forms of the boys inside, and the flesh muffled their cries so nobody could hear in the distance, nor could the wolf wearing earphones.  The raccoon approached the tree from the side, then inconspicuously peered around.  Yes, now would be a great time to eat the wolf!

	Smoothly as ever, Tim walked around the tree, hands still in pockets, then stopped, standing over the sitting wolf boy.  Then he glanced downwards and simply bent his knees.  The wolf finally realized that somebody was eclipsing him, and looked up just in time to have the raccoon's cock clamp right over his face!  Tim licked his lips one last time, then straightened his legs, forcing the wolf cub to stand with him.  The raccoon let his right hand out of his pocket to gently pull in the shoulders of his struggling prey.  The wolf had his smartphone close enough to his head that Tim was able to swallow his hands too, so he swallowed the boy's folded arms along with the upper half.  Working quickly, Tim soon had the wolf halfway eaten, and was able to carry the boy's kicking legs hands-free.  The hand returned to the pocket, and the whole time the raccoon's massive balls blocked the view of what was happening in front of him.  With his fourth victim now inadvertently kicking at his squishy sack, Tim calmly walked away from the tree without looking back.  He continued facing the same way until he could get back to the entrance of the clearing.  Once home free, he gave a sigh of relief; he just got away with eating a boy in plain sight!  Though he did double-check through the leaves once in the clearing, happy to see nothing has really changed, besides one missing wolf boy.  Good, he knew could handle four boys, but wasn't ready to test five or six.

	Tim relaxed and sat down, then laid back on the ground, excited by the idea of letting his penis do all the work, devouring the last boy as hands-free as possible!  Naturally, he was being sent to the right ball to share a room with the tiger who was eaten first.  As he finished swallowing, he curled up a bit to watch his right nut stretch to match the size of his left, signifying that he finally had all four of the friends together in his scrotum!  With that, he laid back again, and quietly chilled out while the boys struggled atop his loins.  He won!  He collected them all!  He no longer felt hungry, and they felt so good thrashing about in their tight prison.  He was so proud of his quadruple catch, doubting if he'll ever top it again, so he savored the moment as long as he could.

	Tim was in no hurry to leave, almost napping in his secret spot as his balls hugged tightly over the delicious boys.  He figured it would be easier to carry the boys home after they have some time to calm down perhaps an hour or two, on top of waiting for the field trip to leave.  They've certainly shared their stories about their encounter with Tim while inside, knowing full well now that the raccoon shouldn't be trusted, but also played with the idea of letting them live.  The whole time, the cubs were being bathed in Tim's semen, which was showing small effects now.  Though his cum has been demonstrated before to digest cubs into more semen and mass for his scrotum, it now felt quite pleasant.  His pain-into-pleasure effect soothed the boys without causing any damage, beyond degrading their clothing.

	Tim was certain that enough time had passed, and his four boys were calm too.  He gently smiled to himself as he planned ahead.  He was certain he could make it all the way home with a sack full of boys.  He remembered back when he cockvored the twins, they survived overnight in his balls, and still enjoyed their time the next day!  It wasn't until the second night they peacefully passed away, and started fully digesting.  This taught Tim that having multiple prey slowed the process, and that it'd be safe to keep four overnight.  What then, though?  Digesting four boys would bring his sack massive gains, but... well, as the dragon boy pointed out, they had families too, so he might not get away with it even after taking out the immediate friends together.  That and... he loved them!  Such great boys!  He wanted to spend more time with that wholesome tiger who was welcome to his hyperness!  He wanted to comfort the shy bunny whom he suspected was closeted!  He wanted the tough dragon to save his friends and assert dominance over the subby raccoon!  And he wanted... to learn more about the wolf he ate by surprise, only knowing him by a gaming habit, and perhaps superheroes.

	His boys now!  Kidnapping it is!  He remembered his basement, which needed more work, especially if he had to imprison four cubs at once, but the locks were in place, he could keep them there.  He could release them in a day or two, get to know them, then put them right back into his balls for more fun!~  Though if he's releasing them, he'd probably have to go get some real prey afterwords.  Well, that's a problem he'll have to solve later.  Hopefully, they'll eventually enjoy being kidnapped as much as he does!  Now though, it was time to waddle home.