---Father knows best---

( M/m, oral vore, older pred/younger prey, teasing, painful digestion, post-vore scat disposal.)

Timothy walked down the hall of his school, looking for his friend. He was a young wolf with grey fur, enrolled in a 
school for predators. He wore typical clothes for his age, the only thing standing out was a small, heart shaped 
locket he kept around his neck. The wolf boy soon met with his leopard friend Bill, who was waiting for him around 
the corner. "Hey Bill, how are you doing?" He asked casually. 

"Hey Tim... I'm alright, just a bit worried about last week's test. We're supposed to get the results today." The 
feline answered, uneasy.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you did great!" Said the young wolf, reassuringly patting his friend on the shoulder. 

"Aren't you just a bit worried? I mean your father did say he'd eat whoever had to lowest score..." Bill replied. 
Timothy shrugged in response. 

"Knowing my dad, he was probably just trying to scare us into studying. I wouldn't worry about it." The young wolf 
commented, smiling to his friend. 

Their teacher, Stephen Wolf, was also Timothy's dad. There are many perks to have your father as a teacher, for one 
he's always ready to help you with your homework, and for two he might show you more leniency than he otherwise would. 
Timothy couldn't be happier to have his dad as a teacher, he idolized the man. Stephen was the perfect predator, smart, 
strong and confident, a true role model for his son. The young wolf would always remember the time his father devoured 
a rude goat at the mall. He swallowed his prey whole and alive, then spent the rest of the day taunting his victim 
while he was slowly and painfully digested. At that time Timothy was in awe of his daddy, he was so powerful, so 
dominant, he didn't asked, he simply took. He fondly remembered listening to Stephen's gurgling stomach, the poor 
goat begging for mercy as he was gradually broken down into nutriments. That goat ended up as a big pile of shit in 
their backyard, served him right for being so rude! From this point on, Timothy viewed his father with a newfound 
respect and admiration. 

"I don't know, he seemed serious..." The leopard said as they walked to the classroom. 

"Well if he was it will be cool to see! My father is like the best pred ever!" The wolf enthusiastically declared, 
tapping his friend on the shoulder. 

The two would-be predators soon reached the classroom and took their seats. Their teacher was already in the room, he 
waited for the bell to ring, sitting at his desk. Stephen was a particularly handsome predator, with his lustrous grey 
fur and athletic, perfectly proportioned body, he tended to attract the female ( and sometimes male) gaze. Once the 
bell signalled the beginning of the class, he stood up and addressed his students. 

"Good morning class! I hope you all had a nice weekend~ Now, today is a very special day, can someone tell me why?" 
The grown wolf asked, his voice deep and suave. 

"Oh! Oh! You're gonna eat somebody right?" Inquired Lora, an overachieving dragoness. 

"That's right! As I told you all the week before, whoever got the lowest score on last week's test would end up as this 
wolf's dinner!" The teacher said, pointing at himself. "This serve to motivate you to perform better, but will also be 
an important learning experience for all of you who aspire to become true predators. Oh but don't be fooled, I will 
enjoy this immensely! Teaching you kids means I don't often have the opportunity to hunt and devour live preys... So 
its only fair that I gobble up a few of you throughout the school year! Lucky for you I'm not allowed to eat more than 
3 students per semester... or else there would be none of you tasty youngsters left by the end of the year!" He 
explained, greedily licking his lips as he daydreamed about consuming each and every one of them. 

A gloomy silence befell the class, the students were both excited to see a true predator in action and deadly afraid 
of becoming their teacher's next caloric intake. Mister wolf simply smiled, winking at Bill and Tim's general 
direction... which almost sent Bill in a state of frenzied panic. Stephen took out a piece of paper from his desk, 
examining it carefully. 

"Here I have the results of the test... and the person I'll be making carbohydrate out of is..." The adult wolf started,
 clearing his voice in the middle of the sentence. "Bill Sharpclaw..." The leopard froze up in a nervous rictus. "You 
got the second worst result... you narrowly avoid my stomach for now... but you might not be so lucky in the future..." 
Stephen teased, grinning deviously. "No... the student I will be eating today is... Timothy Wolf!" 

There was a collective gasp around the room, all sights turning to the young wolf. Nobody expected the teacher's son to 
be the one getting the axe. Everyone just assumed he would do better on the test, or at the very least be somehow immune 
from his father's hunger! Tim stood agape... Incredulous of what he just heard. The truth was he had been slacking off 
on his studies, his mother had warned him to always take Stephen seriously in his class. 

"Wha... but... dad... I... I..." He began, still somewhat stunned. 

"But nothing! Son, I am deeply disappointed in you!" The teacher abruptly replied. "Although, that doesn't mean I won't 
enjoy having you in my belly!" He exclaimed, slowly patting his midsection. 

"No... you can't eat me... this is crazy!" His son shouted angrily. 

The grown wolf smirked slyly. "Think about it this way: Its a once in a lifetime opportunity to experience being 
swallowed whole and digested! You're also very lucky you get to end up inside such a good-looking predator, most 
preys don't get this luxury!" The teacher commented, boasting of his attractive physique. 

"Daaaad... I don't wanna be your prey... you can't make me do this!" The youngster insisted, defiant. 

His father suddenly took a much graver tone. "Timothy Wolf, you were warned about this just like everyone else was! I 
will not go back on my words just because you're my son! You slacked off and neglected your studies and now you must 
face the consequence: Being eaten, digested and then expelled! Now you will come to the front of the class, stipe down 
and accept your fate! Is that understood?" The older wolf commanded angrily. 

There was a moment of silence, the whole class holding their breath waiting to see what happens next. Demoralized, Tim 
walked to the front of the class and started stripping down. What could he do? Run away? Where would he go? His parents 
were the ones providing a home for him... now he would be given a new home by his father... or should we say in his 
father? 

"Can I at least keep this?" Timothy asked, pointing to the heart-shaped locket that his mother gave him. His dad nodded 
in response. 

It was very embarrassing to be naked in front of the whole class, but somehow everyone remained serious and somber. 
Stephen asked his son to lay face down on his desk, with his arms to his sides so they slide in smoothly. He then 
unbuttoned his shirt to let his belly expend as he devour his victim. 

"You know kid, I always knew I'd end up eating you at some point, I mean you always looked so delicious~" The father 
said, saliva flowing from his mouth as he prepared to consume the boy. 

''Dad... please..." Timothy simply replied. 

"Alright, time to chow down! Ummm, come to daddy~!" The hungry teacher declared before stuffing his student's feet into 
his drool-filled mouth. Timothy shivered as he felt the smooth, slippery tongue lick all over his feet, tasting him 
thoroughly before a quick could would force his appendage past the predator's uvula and into the tight, tubular confines 
of the esophagus. The older wolf's jaws unhinged like a snake, stretching impossibly wide to accommodate for this 
impressive meal. He slurped and gulped with a primal, animalistic glee, slowly sliding his jaws up this tasty morsel. 
The young wolf could feel this fleshy tube slowly envelope him from the bottom up, moving past his waist and up his 
torso. The class watched with a morbid fascination as their friend and classmate was literally being wolfed down, the 
greedy gullet claiming more of his prey with each passing seconds. As this horrific consumption took place, you could 
see clearly the outlines of Tim's body bulging his father's neck, the elastic flesh molding closely around the prey as 
it travel down this merciless esophagus. All around the room, the haunting echoes of this cruel deglutition kept the 
students captivated and horrified. *GGllluuuk-Glllooggss-Gllluuugggs* 

"This... this feels so weird... Its so slimy and gross... I changed my mind! Please let me out, I don't wanna be eaten!" 
The boy whined to no avail, his father continuing the cannibalistic consumption regardless. 

The agile jaws moved fluidly, sliding over Tim's shoulders, then neck. He was now almost entirely engulfed 
inside this warm, fleshy tunnel, the rippling action of the throat exerting a constant suction over his whole body. 
*Shhllrrrrr-Pllluurrp* Soon only his head remained, sitting on the edge of the esophagus and looking outward from 
inside the larger male's mouth. Timothy was looking at the outside world for the very last time, his sight framed 
by the teeth, gum, palate and tongue of his predator. Being inside this organic cavern was anything but pleasant, 
it was dark, humid and smelled strongly of coffee and eggs. Thick, syrupy saliva dripped onto the unfortunate student's 
face as his classmate waved him goodbye. 

"Bye Tim!" Bill simply said, trying to lighten the mood with his casual tone. 

"Bye bye Tim, see you on the other end!" Commented Lora, anxious to see the digestive process in action. 

Timothy wanted to say something, but found no words to express is dismay. Eager to finish his meal, the hungry father 
closed his maw before the boy could say anything, sealing him into the rapacious, all-consuming darkness of his body. 
The older wolf did not swallow right away, instead he took his time running his tongue over his son's face and nuzzle, 
adoring the particularly sweet taste of fear and anguish. "Mmmmmmm~" Tim could feel the whole throat vibrate around 
him as his dad moaned in pleasure. Finally, Stephen tilted his head back and gave one last, powerful gulp. 
*Gggg-gllloooouuuuppppsss~* The tongue and esophagus moved in tandem, sending what felt like unstoppable ripples 
down that organic highway, driving Timothy down into the gastric depth of the larger male's body. On the outside 
the other students could clearly see their friend's features as he traveled down that stretched out neck, his face 
expressing a look of pure terror before disappearing past his predator's chest. The older wolf loved the feeling of 
his throat and belly straining to accommodate a large meal, it was both painful and pleasurable. The peristalsis 
carried his son right into his stomach, the boy arriving into this meaty, flexible sac with a wet squelching noise. 
*Shhhllooorrkkkssprr* The teacher now had a kid-sized bulge in his belly, you could somewhat distinguish the humanoid 
shape inside it, curled up on himself. 

Licking his chops in satisfaction, Stephen opened wide to show everyone their classmate was really gone, giving the 
rest of the class a good long look at this student devouring machine. From his glistening, ever shifting tongue to 
the almost unnatural obscurity of his throat... it was an unsettling sight. Now everyone knew they too could disappear 
down that greedy chasm if they weren't careful. Smacking his lips with a contented smile, the adult wolf let out a 
modest but sincere burp. *UUaarrrpps~* There was a moment of incredulous silence before Lora started clapping, which 
was followed by the rest of the class. The satiated teacher bowed in a bit of false modesty, he was intensely proud 
of his predatory prowess and shamelessly displayed his bloated tummy for everyone to see. 

Lazily leaning against his desk, the wolf man casually picked his teeth for a moment before addressing the class. 
"Alright class, what you just witnessed was the first step of predation: the swallowing. Can anyone tell me what the 
next step is?" 

"Oh! I know! The next step is digestion!" Lora inevitable shouts, unable to contain her excitement. 

"Once again you are right Lora! Once the prey has been fully ingested it is time for the digestive system to activate 
and perform a simple but oh so important task: breaking down the prey into its most basic components so that it can be 
easily absorbed and nourish the predator's body. This process has two distinct component, a mechanical action and a 
chemical action. You see the powerful muscles lining the stomach will contract first simultaneously and then 
alternatively to crush the prey and then shuffle it around, churning it so it breaks down more easily. That's 
the mechanical action, next comes the chemical action, the stomach will produce powerful enzymes and acids that 
will chemically break down the prey, this is particularly unpleasant for whoever is eaten as it produces an intense 
burning and aching sensation over the affected area. Now here comes the best part: one action support the other! The 
churning action actually helps mixing the prey with the digestive juices, making sure none of it gets left out of the 
acids! Isn't nature wonderful?" The teacher explained, seemingly very passionate about this subject matter.

"Depending on the size of the prey, this process can take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Once the prey is 
sufficiently liquefied, it is filtered through the intestine were its nutritious elements will be absorbed. Whatever 
is left after that is moved to the colon were its moisture is absorbed, leaving a somewhat solid waste to be later 
excreted~" The older male said, smirking softly. "That's right, in a few days Timothy will be reduced to nothing 
more than a hefty bowel movement for me!" He mocked, energetically slapping his belly and making it wobble for a 
bit. "You hear that Tim? Aren't you proud to become your daddy's waste?" He asked his ingested son. 

"No... I don't like it in here... Let me out!" The younger wolf replied, kicking the stomach wall as hard as he could. 

*Bbbwwwuuurrrpppsss~* A loud belch was Timothy's only answer. "Now you see, normally a prey would loose consciousness 
and die within an hour or so after being devoured, but I like to keep swallowing air from time to time to make the 
experience last longer, both for me and for him." He added with a smooth, almost sensual voice. 

Inside the infernal cauldron of Stephen's belly, Timothy was slowly and painfully being dissolve by his father's 
digestive juices. The experience could be qualified as hellish, the acids burned his skin and made it feel like he 
was being peeled alive while the muscular walls squeezed and shuffled him around, at one time taking his bones to 
the breaking point and at another dizzying and disorienting him. The stomach had a strong, almost vomit-like odor, 
thick acidic mucus oozed from every corner and this fleshy prison seemed determined to compress him into a tiny, 
compact ball. But beyond physical suffering the wolf boy also experienced a deep, emotional pain. He felt betrayed, 
he felt rejected, he felt shame. His own father seemed to think he'd be better off as a steaming pile of shit rather 
than as a son. But most of all he was scared, this was a strange, dark place... The obscurity frightened him and the 
constant gurgling and groaning of the stomach brought him visions of big, growling monsters. 
*GGgrrrwwwrrr-Pllluuuiiirrpp-Shllggloorrbbss* Meanwhile in the outside world, the older wolf 
and his students were casually revising their textbook, exhibiting more curiosity than disgust 
after the initial shock had passed. Some joked with the teacher about who he should eat next, 
others asked if they could touch his belly or listen to it, very much like how Timothy acted that 
time he saw his father eat a goat at the mall. On one side: an acidic inferno of flesh and chyme. 
On the other: a mostly ordinary day of school. 

At the end of the day Stephen simply returned home to his wife and eldest son. As he entered the dwelling his wife 
Amanda noticed his bulged midsection. "Hey there honey, I see you've been busy~ Who did you eat today?" She inquired 
seductively, always excited by her husband's predations.

"Its our son Timothy, he had the lowest score on last week's test so I gobbled him up! He was quite tasty~" The wolf 
man replied, rubbing his tummy contentedly. 

Amanda's expression immediately turned sour. "You ate our son? Has it crossed your mind that maybe you should have 
consulted me about this before doing the act?" She scuffed angrily. 

"I told my class I would eat whoever had the lowest score and you know I never go back on my words... Beside, its 
one less mouth to feed!" Stephen said, smiling softly. 

Later that night the couple was eating dinner with their eldest son David. "Woah, so you ate Timothy? I can't 
believe he's gone..." The older sibling commented. 

"Well he's still with us technically... wanna talk to him?" The father asked, presenting his belly. 

"Hey Tim, how does it feel being digested?" David said, speaking against his dad's midsection.

"It burns! Please help me! Its like hell in here!" Timothy answered, his voice heavily muffled by the layer of flesh 
separating him from his brother. 

The dinner was quiet and peaceful, there was very little chatting. Timothy couldn't believe his family calmly enjoyed 
a meal while he suffered under the relentless onslaught of digestion. He kept crying out for someone to help him... 
only for Stephen to tell him his gastric journey would be over in a few days. Once the meal was over the family ate 
some chocolate cake for dessert. The poor boy was distraught to have the mashed-up cake fall onto his head... That 
cake was meant for him! A bit later, Stephen and his wife were laying in bed and chatting a bit before going to sleep. 

"I'm sorry I got a little angry earlier, I hope you can forgive me." The wife told her husband, seemingly much more 
accepting of the event. 

"Its alright honey, I know loosing a son is a bit upsetting... but think of it that way: he's just returning to his 
point of origin, he'll always be a part of me now, so we're not really loosing him." The teacher explained, cuddling 
his soulmate. 

"You know that kind of speech always gets me horny~" She replied, licking her lips. Amanda then performed oral sex 
onto her husband. It was slow, smooth and sensual. She truly loved her husband, she loved his attitude, his body and 
his absolutely perfect ass... She could forgive him anything. 

Afterward, the wolf couple went to sleep. Once Stephen was asleep he no longer kept swallowing air and Timothy slowly 
asphyxiated. Deep within the belly of his father, the poor boy passed away, the constant gurgling of the stomach 
lulling him into an eternal sleep. *GGllluurrkks-Gllloorrbbss-Bbbrrrrwwwww* Even while the man slept his merciless 
gullet worked tirelessly processing his son's body, churning and pulverising, boiling this lump of meat down into 
nothing more than nutrition. The next day, the teacher showed his student how his belly had shrank. He explained 
that Timothy's body was being broken down and slowly turned into mush which was then drained into his intestine 
where his nutriments would be absorbed. He then confirmed that whatever was left of his son would accumulate inside 
his colon to be excreted later. As days passed, Timothy's classmate could observe the lump in Stephen's midsection 
gradually get smaller and smoother, ultimately disappearing completely. Once Friday had arrived the teacher announced 
to his class he had a surprise for them. 

"Oh! You're gonna shit Timothy out, aren't you?" Lora exclaimed, overjoyed. 

"That's right! So we've talked about digestion all week long... Its time for you all to see the end result! Timothy 
has spent days travelling through my digestive tract and has been transformed in a very fundamental way! Now he will 
be reborn as my little, brown baby~" The grown wolf declared, grinning deviously. He then dropped his pants and turned 
around so that the class could clearly see his butt. "Pay attention kids, this will be on the test!" He added, 
squatting down. 

The students observed with a bit of disgust, awe and morbid curiosity. They witnessed their teacher's butthole open up, 
letting out a long, viscous log of shit. The turd was almost a foot in diameter, it slid smoothly out of Stephen's 
stretched out anus with a wet, slimy sound. *Shhlluuuiiikkkkksss~* To think this wretched refuse was once their 
classmate, it was frightening yet somehow beautiful. The compact excrements coiled up erratically on the ground in 
front of everyone else, bones fragments and bits of fur encased within the dense fecal matter. One log followed 
another, the many turds piling up into a foul, lumpy mound. Among the shit, many student noticed something shiny: 
It was Timothy's heart locket, it somehow survived the trip through Stephen's digestive tract, reminding everyone 
that this gruesome spectacle was once their friend! 

"Urgh... come on boy! Don't give your old man so much trouble!" The teacher said, addressing a son which was long 
gone. He grunted, trying hard to push out the rest of this massive dump. He hadn't had such a large meal since last 
year, he was a bit rusty. Finally, Timothy's skull popped out of his rectum, grotesquely landing on top of this 
steaming, festering pile of dark brown matter. This big, nasty stack appeared moist and slimy, the logs were dense, 
heavy. Little Tim was gone, he had being boiled down inside his father's gut and reduced to nothing more than a sizable 
bowel movement. He was nothing but a muddy, jumbled mess of fur, bones and poo now... Just waste discarded by the older 
male once he had extracted all the energy from him. In this organic lad, he had been distilled into shit... Now he was 
broken, worthless... Garbage. Wiping his bum, Stephen turned around to admire the sloppy product of how bowels. "Welp, 
I hope you enjoyed the trip son! You sure made your daddy proud~" He proclaimed, smiling wickedly. He felt proud, 
accomplished, nothing brought him more satisfaction then transforming someone into his shit, it was the ultimate 
victory of his body over someone else. "Pretty amazing huh? Bet most of you have never seen such a glorious dump!" 
He commented, boastful. 

As a final insult to his dead son, the father wiped out his dick and gleefully peed into the brown mass. The hot, 
golden liquid trickled down over the many bumps and bits of bones, spilling onto the floor around this fecal mound. 
This urinary eulogy would end Timothy's scatological funeral. He would be remembered, as a good meal and impressive 
stack. 

"Bill, since you had the second lowest score, I'm sure you won't mind cleaning this up for me? Remember, it could 
have been you sliding out of my ass~" He added, winking at the leopard. 

"Aww... man..." The feline whined, walking to the front of the class and getting to work on cleaning up this fecal 
disaster. He was disgusted... but most of all, he mourned his friend. He began shoveling large clumps of manure into 
the garbage... It would take a while cleaning all of that. Stephen would eat many more students during this school 
year, each time gracing the classroom of their glorious, slimy rebirth. 

-The end.