Where are the Kids?
By Seydaschu
Based on art by anonymous

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, Masturbation, Stealth Vore, Public Nudity

	Officer Gold was in the middle of an investigation.  The cream-colored cat-man was casing the neighborhood, dressed in uniform and carrying a notepad.  He was thinking about going door-to-door to ask questions, before he saw someone approaching from the distance.  It was hard to make out details, but it seemed to be a male raccoon.  He wore a faded green tank-top with writing, and blue track-shorts.  Hanging out of the raccoon's shorts, however, were his hyper testicles, which hung lower than his knees!  This man turned into his property, shutting the front gate of his fence behind him.  Gold jogged a bit, catching up before the coon left his sight.

	Tim Fuddly had just shut the waist-high gate, before catching a glimpse of someone approaching in a rush.  The raccoon decided to turn and meet him, leaning on his fence.  His balls bulged with the shapes of little hands and feet, and made very quiet muffled voices!  However, their shape was now hidden behind the fence, and the sprinklers were running in his front lawn, drowning out the noise.  Tim was somewhat aroused by the idea of talking to someone while hiding cubs in his scrotum in almost plain sight!  He smiled when he saw it was a police officer, and waved idly.

Gold: “Excuse me, sir.  Have you seen a bunch of lost kids?”
Tim: “You mean like, a bunch walking together, then wondered off?”
Gold: “Yeah, I'm searching for them, you see.”
Tim: “Nope.  A whole bunch?  How can noisy kids disappear like that?”
Gold: “Well, they were on a field trip this morning at the park at the end of this street.  After their lunch break, a head count was done in the bus, finding that four boys were missing.”
Tim: “Hmm... could you describe them to me?”
Gold: “Oh, right, sorry.  Let's see... a tiger, a rabbit, a dragon and a wolf.  All fifth graders.  There were close friends, and according to the teachers, they were all wearing matching shirts from a new superhero movie.  Uh... Super Lobo Man.”
Tim: “Ah.  That was a great movie!  Of course, it's PG-13, but y'know, kids these days!”
Gold: “Hmph.  Well, I'm just checking to see if anyone saw them coming down this street.  Where did you just get back from?”
Tim: “Me?  Oh, just having lunch.  I went out for some fast food, and I'm stuffed!”
Gold: “Alright.  Huh, aren't you worried about about getting weird looks?”
Tim: “Huh?  Uh... why?”
Gold: “I saw that you were hyper.  I know it's legal, but they usually order a pizza or something to avoid embarrassment.”
Tim: “Oh, I'm not ashamed!  I wish there were more hypers in this neighborhood.  Times are changing, y'know?”
Gold: “Hehe, yeah.  So, what's up with your shirt?  'I heart kidz'.  Do you have children of your own?”
Tim: “Naw, but I'm an uncle!  I love seeing them happy.  Maybe someday, I could voice act a cartoon character, or draw them?  Y'know, something that will make them laugh, without parents getting scared of them seeing my giant balls!”
Gold: “Oh man, I hate parents.  The ones with these missing kids just won't shut up about them!  It's not like calling every hour is going to make us find them sooner!”
Tim: “Hehe, wow.  Don't worry about it.  This is a nice neighborhood.  I know those boys are safe.  I'll let you know if I see them, officer!”
Gold: “*Sigh*.  Thanks for your help.”
Tim: “Sure, good luck on finding them.  Sometimes they are just under your nose.”

	The two shook hands, and the officer went back to try knocking on people's doors.  Once the coast was clear, Tim turned around, and strut towards his front door, with his bulging sack swaying to the sides with each step.  He felt the cool mist from the sprinklers as he passed them, before he could step inside his house.  Once in the privacy of his home, he sighed in relief, then quickly laid down on his couch.  He hefted his balls onto his lap, rubbing over the cubs inside gently with his hands.  He was finally able to enjoy the sound of his cum sloshing, and the boys inside softly crying for help!  The raccoon giggled to himself, before talking to his captives.

	“Settle down, boys.  It's okay.  When I heard the cop say a bunch of kids were missing, I was worried.  Until he described you four, then I knew you guys were safe with me!  Hehe, I said you all were safe, calm down!  I'm not going to digest you guys.  All in all, I'm a pretty friendly kidnapper.  I just wanted to have fun with you boys, feeling you struggle inside my nuts, and maybe later we can all yiff!  At your age, that's going to be statutory rape no matter how much you like it, but it'll be a very gentle and playful sort of rape!  Mmmm, I'll bet the cum you're soaking in will taste so much better with four boys stewing inside me!”

	With this, Tim undressed on his couch.  Now nude, he stroked his foot-long cock with both hands quickly.  The raccoon didn't have the most hyper of shafts, but still carried monstrous balls!  His scrotum jiggled as he jacked off, and the sloshing of semen inside his hollow testicles grew louder.  The cubs were getting completely soaked, and had their clothing destroyed inside the tight, dark pair of prisons.  The raccoon breathed as quietly as he could, and over the fapping, he heard something that made his heart race!  The children were moaning in ecstasy, and the pairs in each ball were fondling each other for pleasure!  This was exactly the sort of perversion he was looking for!  Tim arced his back, and pointed his throbbing shaft over his chest.  His testicles contracted over the four boys, and pumped over a gallon of warm semen over his face and sofa.  The raccoon eagerly caught some in his mouth and licked off his face, tasting the flavor of the cubs mixed in with his load.  He could hear their own muffled cries of joy soon after.  Tim caught his breathe, before speaking to his catch again.

	“Uunnnngh.  Wow, guys.  I think, we just had an awesome five-some!  That was amazing!  I've got a special body, boys, with special hungers, and I think you've just fulfilled me.  Dang, I should've recorded a video!  Phew.  Alright, kids.  I'm sure you're all feeling sleepy.  You'll be safe sleeping in my balls for a night.  Next morning, though, I'm thinking of letting you out.  We'll see.  Good night, boys.”

	Tim leaned over and kissed his giant balls.  He was certain he heard a playful giggle inside!  With that, he slowly stood, and began cleaning up the mess he made.  He walked smoothly, letting his swaying scrotum rock the cubs to sleep.  Then he had to think about tomorrow.  He really liked these boys.  Could he get off with them some more?  Before or after releasing them from his sack?  He certainly wanted to know more about them.  Perhaps he should confess to officer Gold?  Or he could report that he found them, and lie about what happened, though Tim wasn't sure the cubs could keep a secret.  He knew their parents were very worried about them, and Gold would be wasting time just doing his job until they were found.  The fact that their parents still wanted them back was part of the reason why Tim couldn't digest them.  The naughty raccoon then thought about asking the cubs if there were any bullies or other meanies that they'd like to disappear for good!  Whatever the case, he loved kids, just as his discarded shirt had said.