A "Good" Student
Ms. Meow sat at the desk and waited. The pretty tigermorph was the teacher at FUrsun Elementary, and she was pretty, with black and orange stripes along her back, and a white belly, her form nice and curvy with a slight tummy on her. It was about that tummy that she had scheduled this conference.
Slowly, in walked the parents she meant to see. They were humans of course, as this was a fur and human school. Of course, that made for some strange occurences. And that was why the two parents (The mother in a fine red housedress, the father in a nice polo shirt and blue jeans) were somewhat nervous.
"Take a seat darlings." Ms. Meow said, purring happily, smiling like she had just swollowed the canary. They did so, the mother speaking up.
"I'm glad you agreed to this conference Ms. Meow." The mother said. "My son..."
"Yes, he is such a good student." Ms. Meow said, the two parents going white. But Ms. Meow clarified. "Best in the class, highest grades. You should be proud."
"We are." The fatehr said. "But Billy... well, he told us you wished to... buy him."
Now this was not uncommon. Furs, if a human was in furside, could catch them for their meals. They did reform them so the child was in no dnager... save that they now belonged to the captor. The other way this occured was if the fur bought the child. A purchased child was the buyers forever, and given a colar to prevent capture by any other fur. These purchases made it like an adoption of sorts.. but with a different kind of diet for mommy and daddy.
After all, in this day and age, humans were a vital part to furs dietary needs. I suppose I should explain why. Several years before, the furs came from another planet, led to ours by our children's love of plushies and our online sites on vore. The two connected, and they invaded. The takeover was fast, but peaceful. And while adults still are leery, children seem to have a natural draw to the furs, seeign it as sort of a game if the fur is nice.
Bringing us to Billy. See.... well, I better tell you what happened.
It happened earlier that week. Ms. Meow had just been dumped by the lion who taught gym, and she was feeling a litle down. Now Billy, as kind as could be, came up to her during lunch.
"You okay?" The little boy asked, his dark hair and blue eyes seeming to shine in the light of the room. He wore nice shorts and a cute t-shirt showing an advertisement for the local fur and human resturaunt, "Paws and Dine".
"Yeah Billy... fine." She said. Billy was not convinced. He began to pet the tiger teacher like akid pets his pet cat. It had the same result here, making the teacher purr.
"You're pretty Ms. Meow." Billy suddenly said. the teacher blinked some.
"Yeah... I wouldn't mind if you ever caught me sometime. I bet you would be a nice master."
Ms. Meow chuckled. She LOVED to eat kids, as all furs did, but she had never successfully caught one. She was... a little slow. "Well.. I doubt I ever will Billy."
"Well... I';m here now. Why don't you catch me now?" He asked. Ms. meow giggled.
"BEcause we are atr school dear. Wouldn't count. ALTHOUGH...." She licked her lips as she looked Billy over. "I could use a pick me up. You mind?"
"Nope, as long as I reform in time for the bus home." He smiled, hugging his favorite teacher. Ms. Meow was touched by his generosity, but was also liking how tasty he looked. So, she lifted him up to her mouth. She opened wide, reveling her rows of sharp teeth, her red tounge, and her deep throat. Billy swore he could see all the way to her tummy. Slowly he was taken in, headfirst, Ms. Meow savoring his flavour.
I think you can guess what happened next. Slowly, but surely, she swallowed the boy whole, sending him down to her belly, making it bulge a little. She wriggled a little as he tickled all the way down, and moaned at the sweet taste of his skin and clothing (After all, clothes were made edible for humans about 12 years prior). FOr the rest of the day, the boy followed the classes he had from within her belly, still able to answer the questions well.
But that was just the start of their fun. See, Billy liked being food for his teacher. Maybe too much to just be her student. The final straw occured today, when she climbed into his lunchbox and hid in her sub. She chewed almost halfway through him before she saw is feet sticking out.
Which brings us back to the confrence.
"You are aware of the events of this past week." Ms. Meow said, explaining information I have stated. "After that first swallowing, he has been in my soup, in my anwiches, I even saw him draw pictures of him in a big apple for me!" Ms. Meow showed the picture to the parents. The mother nodded in agreement.
"I know where this is going." The mother said. "But it is hard... He is my little baby boy."
Ms. meow nodded in undersanding. "Agreed. But something must be done soon. He clearly is slipping in his grades because he wants to be in my belly so much, and... well, my home is far too deep in furside for a safe visit. As you know..."
"Yes, we know, driving through there is illegal." The father said. "So... how can we arrange this?"
Ms. meow smiled. "Easy. The purchase would have it that he would only be my food. BUT, he would have to earn it. You would keep custody save on the weekends, when he would be my diet. I see it as a muych safer compramise. besides, if I ate him every day..."
The mother chuckled. "How will he earn it?"
"That I leave up to you. What you define as a good cxhild. If he is good, and his grades stay high... He gets in my belly. If not..."
The father chimed in. "The deli."
Everyone laughed at that one. The deli was an open one-time eating, where the child was sliced up for sandwich meat. Billy hated the idea himself, so it was the perfect punishment.
The mother finally smiled and nodded. "Agreed. We will sell him for weekend feedings." Ms. Meow smiled, pulling out her check book and making one out for a SUBSTANCIAL sum. Handing the mother the check, the confrence returned to matters of his education. But in Ms. Meows tummy, wrapped in pizza dough, Billy just smiled and snuggled in.
Hearing what he did, he couldn;t wait for friday!
Such a good student.