Cypress sat looking out the fogged window, it was an overcast day. The landscape dim and blurred behind the lightly frosted glass. The boy was just waiting for his class to end. Time felt as if it was stretching, each second lasted longer than the last.

 The teenage dragon watched the clock with a bored expression as his teacher rattled on about the varies different functions of the cell. Finally, the bell gave its shrill ring, Cypress grabbing his backpack getting ready to go. He still had detention before he got to go home.

He got three weeks of detention recently, one week for every other cub he churned into boiling boy cum. The boy went on a bit of a spree after he found out a few seniors were picking on his friends. Splatter them all along the gym floor. Too bad the janitor caught him mid-orgasm.

Moments from walking out the door, his teacher stopped him. “Mr. Byrne instead of detention today, the councilor would like to have a word with you.” The young dragon peered up, looking back over his shoulder. “Huh what for?” The teacher smiled back at the cub. “Ah well it's about your recent eating habits or well voring habits their office is just south of the principle's office on the left, room 324.”

Letting out a little sigh, the boy started his way down the hall. He knew this was going to be a pain in the ass. He was going to have to sit back and either get lectured about the harmful addictive nature of vore or they were going to sit there the whole time talking about feelings. His enthusiasm dropped, and the hallway seemed to stretch as he walked.

More gentle shuffling than walking, he dragged himself down the hall, hoping to eat as much time as he could walking there. Eventually though, despite his best efforts, he reached the room. Knowing if he was late, he'd likely have to do this twice, he just let out a sigh and walked inside.

The room didn't have its usual dressings. The walls were missing their cheesy hang in their posters. The shelves were barren of niknaks instead struggling to hold thick books on child psychology. The desk was clean and organized and as the boy sat down he noticed the normally soft seating vanished in place of hard plastic chairs.

The entire room felt alien compared to the homely mess of ugly niknaks and stuffed animals the room used to be. Then walked in, someone unfamiliar to the boy. A tan snake man with a thin frame and a bit of a belly. Dressed in formal school, attire, along with a pair of rectangular glasses. The man looked down at the boy with a glare of disgust and superiority. The gaze of his vibrant green eyes piercing through the boy like he wasn't even there.

Cypress kept his cool, leaning back in his seat as the snake man sat down at his desk. “So, uh… what happened to Mrs. Lance?” The man looked down at his computer for a moment before turning back to the boy. “The school has brought me in to deal with certain problem children Mrs. Lance has proven herself unable to deal with. Until I'm done here, she'll be on indefinite leave.”

That was kind of sad, it was always annoying when he was sent off to see her, but she was still rather nice. She genuinely cared, anyone could tell that at least. “She was awful at her job, the school should have fired her, they likely would have if they could afford me full time.” 

Cypress just looked annoyed this was a lot worse. Now he was stuck with an asshole for the next hour. “Listen here, Mr. Bryne I've been looking over your records and I must say you have quite the kill count under your belt. At least the ones that haven't ended up swinging between your legs. It's impressive, but I've worked with much worse. By the end of this week, I'm sure we can cure you of that punk vorny bully persona you've built up for yourself.” 

He shuffles some papers along his desk into a big stack and stables them together. Meanwhile, Cypress just leaned back and tried to look bored out of his mind, hoping to upset the guy. The snake just stood up and smiled down at the boy. “I think it's time for us to start on the first exercise.”

Looking down at Cypress with a wide wicked smile, the snake's expression shifting from cold and angry to a pleasured wide toothy grin. It left a shiver in the boy's spine as he followed close behind the man. They walked down the hall until they reached the front of the school.

The snake man's expression was once again cold after the insane look he gave before, it was somehow more comforting. “Alright now Cypress hold up this sign, so the other cubs can see it as they ride away on the bus.” Cypress took one look at the sign and grimaced.

It said I ctf boys to hide my baby penis. “Yeah no.” The snake man put up a finger down at the boy. “Tsk tsk if we're every going to get you better, you have to work with me.” He gave another creepy grin at the boy. “I suppose I can bring out all your friends to help you with the process instead.”

Cypress just let out a little sign and picked up the sign. He was going to churn this guy later, or maybe make him his dick later. Those thoughts helped the boy get though the situation. The other cubs looked on, but few of them laughed, knowing Cypress was a pred most feared the repercussions.  

After the bus' finally got out of sight, the boy was allowed to put the sign down and walk back inside. The snake man's ugly expression returned the moment they were out of the public eye. “I know what you must be thinking, boy, after all that.” Cypress tried to keep a bored expression as he thought of all the ways he could trip this guy and shove him down.

“You pred types are all the same, think you can just eat or absorb all your problems. You're probably already planning to eat me, right? Well, sorry, but I have a little charm that prevents predation of any kind.” Showing off his wrists, the boy saw some arcane runes on a bracelet that made his stomach twist just looking at it.

Come to think of it, why did he even hold up that sign when he could have just fucked the guy into his cock in front of everyone instead. He didn't even think about it, and he's always thinking about stuff like this.

 “Not only does it prevent digestion and absorption while active, it also curves voracious thoughts and acts as a wonderful diet aid. I'm afraid you're just going to be stuck with me till you learn to stop eating people.”

Sinking in the depths of the boy's stomach hit him hard. The boy couldn't imagine a world where he couldn't eat other folks, though he didn't want to spend the next few weeks of detention with this weirdo either. Wait, how was he thinking about churning this guy before when he was walking down the hallway. He dragged his feet some and tried to concentrate on the snake guy churning.

His head was foggy, and his thoughts rapidly drifted, but the further he was, the clearer and more focused his thoughts got. So it had limited range didn't really help him much since it was hard to shove someone down your dick at a distance he wasn't hyper or anything after all.

Eventually, he had to stop dragging his feet and walk back into the snake's office. The cloudy feeling made his head muggy. His head kept drifting towards other things to try to get out of the fog, but he needed to think of a good way to get that ring away from him.

They sat in the office together, and the councilor brought out an old TV and a VHS tape. Certainly more than a little retro. The snake man plugged it in and an overly obnoxious cartoon started playing. The indigestibles an old anti vore cartoon for cubs made in the early 90s. “I think It's important after daily feeling, sharing with the other cubs as they leave to watch some information on the subject at hand.”

Cypress sat and watched the show well more, stared blankly while letting his mind drift. Somehow, this was worse than staring at a wall during detention. The councilor just worked on something with his computer, seems he was content to leave the boy to his thoughts. Maybe he'd just pretend to be 'cured' until the old councilor was back.

The problem was he didn't want to give this asshole the satisfaction. Plus, once he started again, the school might bring him back. Cypress shook his head, thoughts going back into a haze. His mind was being brought to alternate solutions again, he needed to keep on vorny thoughts.

Eventually their time together ended and cypress was allowed to go. He grabbed his bag and started his way down the hall. That's when he saw Masion. Masion was one of the jocks everyone knew he was failing history because he was about to be kicked from the football team for it. Cypress had better than average grades in the subject.

The dragon rushed over to the large alligator teen, he only had so long before he was going to be picked up. “Hey Masion I heard you were about to get kicked off the team, what if someone started helping you with your homework?”

The councilor had gotten his paperwork all sorted. This one certainly showed him a bit more resistance than most. The way his bracelet was heating up, he could tell the boy was thinking about different ways to eat him the whole time. It was more than a little unsettling to know someone had plans to consume you. However, that was just part of the job, and nothing beat the elation he felt as he broke down snearing punks into pacified children.

Other councilors just didn't understand the tough hand one must use to break such behavior. He adjusted his pants slightly, best not to walk around a school with an erection after all. He turned the corner to head downstairs to the library, he needed to find a few books about the risks of digesting prey for the boy to copy in French tomorrow.

Suddenly he felt something rather large behind him. His bracelet was cold, so he turned around, nonplussed. It was an alligator boy wearing a jock's jacket, looking a bit nervous. “Uhm, excuse me, do you think we could talk a moment about…”

The large alligator just stared blankly for a moment, thinking while moving his hands onto the council's shoulders. “Our lord and savior raid shadow legends?” The expression on the councilors face could not have been more confused. “Excuse me, wha-” Suddenly barreling down the hall was Cypress with a book cart.

Cypress the cart and the councilor all slammed down the stairs in a loud crash. The boy and the councilor got up slowly. The snake man, holding his head, lifting himself up with his other hand before sitting down. Did that really just happen, seems expulsion is probably a better tactic for this. He felt something flop against his face as he opened his eyes.

It was the boy's fat shaft, it smelled musky pre dripped on his face. He didn't feel any heat, was this a bluff or did he intend to try to fuck him. That's when he looked over at the spot where his bracelet used to be. Cypress giving Masion a little thumbs up as the big alligator waved back with the bracelet in his hand. 

The council backed up on the floor trying to get away from the cub. Cypress junk flopping down a trail of pre from the snake's snoot to the boy's cock, breaking and dripping on the cool ceramic floor tiles. Cypress grabbed at the councilors pants as he turned around and pulled till his bare ass was on display. The boy had hoped the snake would have had little baby junk for him to make fun of, but instead he had a big ol semi hyper cock and balls back there.

“O-ok, I know what you may be thinking, should I eat the snake man, and the answer might surprise you!” His back arched and he winced, feeling the cub's cock slip into his asshole. Cypress took off his shirt and started ripping at his teachers. Without his bracelet, it was hard to tell what the boy's intentions were. Maybe he was just going to make him his personal bitch he'd get to visit instead of detention.

The snake's fat shaft twitched a little at the thought leaking pre on the ground. The councilor's expression, a mix of fear and pleasure. Cypress slapped his hips against that fat, doughy ass. Fat cock plunging down into the snake's hot depths. Hearts in the snake's eyes, blush filling his cheeks as he felt pre-fill up his insides.

This boy was clearly potent, and the way his belly pressed into his back as the boy dominated him. It sent shivers as electric pleasure shot through the snake's body. One of his hands moved down his body on its own and started pumping that fat shaft. He couldn't help himself, it had been six months since a guy last did anything like this to him. The thrill of it all in the middle of the school hallway sent him over the edge.

That's when he tasted something odd. His saliva had thickened and the taste of salt hit his lips. Looking back, all he could see was Cypress' snearing toothy grin. Breaking from his lust driven stupor, the councilor started to pull away. The hallway seemed to sway and grow longer. The distance between him and freedom seemed to move further away the harder he pulled himself forward.

Warmth enveloped his legs and his saliva thickened further. Looking back for a moment, he realized what had happened, they were gone. Instead, he saw his lower body attached to the boys and his balls fatten and round larger. They felt warm and full, the horrifying realization hitting him that he could feel them as if they were his own.

Cypress hugged over the councilors form, hefting him up off the ground. The boy struggled against the weight, stumbling backwards until the wall caught him. Leaning back, he stroked along the snake's scaled hips, feeling them shifting in shape and texture.

Cypress let out a little moan, looking as absorption took the councilors hips and turned into more cock flesh. The boy's balls bounced and sloshed hot while prepping a powerful load. It was hard to focus on anything with those fat balls sloshing like that. The snake could feel every wave crash, and it made his entire body tingle.

He struggled to speak, his words garbled by salivation  warm salty liquid dripping from his maw at all times. “W-wait if you do this.” He hacked up a glob of pre on himself. Looking down, his hands felt soft as they started to lose texture and shrink. It took a moment, but he switched his focus back to the boy, it was getting harder to keep his mind on track. Thoughts muddy with lust and confusion.

“I-if you do this, someone worse will take my place.” The boy just grinned and pet that back of his cock, feeling him shift and change. Every throb of that powerful shaft forcing more shape out of him, as well as deepening the growing fog in his mind. “Hehe wow took you five minutes to get that out, don't lose your sense of self too fast on me takes all the fun out of it.”

Trying to focus on himself, the snake attempted to take deep breaths. What he found instead was his lack of lungs, his arms were now tiny, and the absorption had reached well into his chest. The heart beat he felt pulsing through him wasn't his own and how long had it been since he stopped breathing, how didn't he notice.

He was soaked in pleasure head to toe and sensitive to every stroke along his new form sent a wave of pleasure through him. His saliva had changed into pre as well. He pet along his body, enjoying the feeling and the sensation, letting himself get lost in the dense fog. The hallway starting to spin then fade, the snake looking up with a blank expression.

Cypress gave him a big hug, stroking with both arms, a lewd grin painted on his face. “I think time with ya is really helping, so how about we keep this session going for the next seven or so months?” The councilor looked straight up and closed his eyes as his maw shifted with the rest of his body. It changed into a cock slit while his eyes vanished and the transformation reached its conclusion.

The cock felt cum splash and slosh in those balls, an endless fog of pleasure and lust lay before them. Nothing in front of them but a defending abyss of darkness. His only remaining sensations, touch, and pleasure. The cock lightly expanded as a bulge of sticky cum shot up along that shaft before slamming into the ceiling above.

Cypress felt his shaft up while keeping his eyes shut and his teeth clenched. Pleasure rocketed through both of them. The councilors mind shattered and lost in the fog. Gallon after gallon of cum shot out of that cock. Cypress forced sliding down onto the floor as he legs started to buckle under the weight of that pleasure.

Cum splashed against ceiling tiles, knocking them loose and sending some flying with sticky wads. Each rope of cum thicker than the boy's hips. They arched, eventually they started to slow and stopped hitting the ceiling, instead arching in the air and splattering back down over the naked fourteen-year-old. Each hose of cum making his fat little body wobble as stick fluid washed over him. Cypress opening his mouth to let out a steamy moan at probably the worst time as a blast of his own spunk rained down over him.

His cock started to lose its rigidity and soften. Cum still pulsed and flowed as it softened. Now pouring and pooling on the floor instead of simply splattering as the cub laid back and caught his breath.

The boy eventually got up balancing on the wall, nearly slipping over in his own hot spunk. His cock had shrunk a bit, but was still massive compared to how it was before. Balls the size of beach balls and a cock that dangled near the floor. He was definitely going to need some bigger pants.

Looking back up the stairs, he'd almost forgotten about Masion. The gator had his pants off, jerking off, the sound of his moans were pretty cute. He let out a little spurt on the floor and blushed before getting dressed. Maybe, if Cypress was lucky, he could sprint over to the gym showers before his dad came by to pick him up.

The week passed by pretty uneventfully from there. The councilor slowly put himself back together, but he was still lost in the fog. Didn't help, the teenager jerked off as much as a rabbit during mating season.

The councilor however couldn't complain, it was far better than being stuffed into pants and waiting around all day in a horny mist. But what he certainly could complain about was the boy's appetite, there was nothing stranger than the feeling he got when he ate another cub with him.

Pleasure unbound and feeling those struggling forms break down in those hot orbs. It was amazing, but it had only been a week, and he was already starting to feel addicted, he'd find himself fantasizing about just which boy he was eating or which he'd eat next. He could only pray that by the end of these 8 months he'd have enough sensibility to keep his job as a councilor instead of eating every cub he comes across. That is, if the boy remembers to let him go.

Mrs. Lance got her old job back, since she was the only councilor they could afford that'd be willing to come work for the school after what happened to the last one. Masion managed to stay on the team thanks to Cypress tutoring him in history as thanks for helping him with the councilor.