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Eric Stapleton hated business meetings. He was a businessman, yes, but the giant lion in the expensive suit and tie hated making speeches and explaining things to his employees when he could have an underling do it. An underling like Justin, the young fox assistant who was currently operating the projector.

Nevertheless, Eric Stapleton did not want to be one of those bosses who exiled himself from his employees. If he was to command their loyalty, then he would have to earn it. And the easiest way to do that was to give everything his personal touch.

At the moment he was standing at the head of a long table in the boardroom, tie loosened, suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair, while he went over charts and graphs on the screen showing the decline and rise in You Bet Your Life Insurance's profits as of late, doing his best to make it sound interesting.

"This year's intake has been satisfactory," he was saying. "As you can see, gentlemen, the company's profits have made a steady increase since the pitfall in March."

As he looked out at the twelve men seated around the table, he could tell they were all just as bored as he was, and more than a few looked half-asleep. The only two who seemed lively at all were Bill and David.

"But," Stapleton went on, "satisfactory just isn't good enough, I'm afraid. Justin, could you turn the projector off?"

Justin nodded and a moment later the projector was shut off and the screen behind Stapleton went blank, the boardroom plunged into darkness.

"Lights," Stapleton commanded.

Someone got up and walked to the door, flicking on the light switch. That employee then went with Justin and they both retook their respective seats. Bill was nodding along with everything his boss said, jotting stuff down on a notepad; David sat rigidly, hands folded neatly in front of him, giving Stapleton his undivided attention.

Now, his arms folded behind his back like a military general addressing his troops, Stapleton began to walk around the table, talking as he went.

"What I want from the employees of this company, is outstanding achievment!" he was saying. "It's still only August. Plenty of time for us to still make this a profitable year, provided you each do your absolute best and make sure your salesmen are doing their jobs." Pausing, he put his huge hand on Bill's shoulder, and the rabbit froze. "And no more showing up for work over an hour late in the mornings."

Bill smiled nervously as the others at the table laughed good-naturedly. All except for David, who simply smirked a bit. A model employee, that one, thought Stapleton absently. To put Bill at ease, he gave his shoulder a gentle pat, absently looking at his notepad. He'd expected the rabbit to be doodling but surprisingly he had actually been taking notes during the meeting.

Leaving the rabbit's side the lion continued until he got to the door, and opened it. "Well, gentlemen," he said, "that will be all for today. And I know you're all just as relieved as I am to hear that."

More light laughter as everyone gathered their things, rose, and filed out of the room, returning to their cubicles. Justin lingered, but Stapleton have a dismissive wave of his hand that sent the fox trotting out, leaving the lion alone in the boardroom with his thoughts. And it wasn't the topic of the meeting he was thinking about. Rather, he was thinking about what he'd said to Bill, about the rabbit showing up for work late, and his bizarre excuse. At the time, Stapleton had chalked it up to Bill simply having had a wild time somewhere the night before.

But when Jablonsky and Lyman never showed up for work, and in fact were never seen or heard from ever again, Stapleton had been doing some research into the gym he knew they, Bill and David went to. A rather odd place, come to find out. And although he'd never found out for certain, rumors that customers and employees consumed one another for sexual pleasure gave Stapleton an idea of his two missing employees' fates. Not that he'd miss them. They'd been lazy and stupid, and worse, homophobic. Stapleton himself was gay but tolerated the two because they were decent salesman when they actually applied themselves, but he couldn't deny that with them gone the office was becoming a much friendlier place to work.

Stapleton checked his watch. Almost time for lunch, he thought. He suddenly grinned. The revelation that his employees went to a gym where they could eat or be eaten by others had been giving him ideas about giving it a try himself. And as his stomach growled, the big lion decided that he might as well. Reaching up he adjusted his tie, and then put his jacket on. Turning he strode out of the boardroom, and on his way to his office he scanned his employees, feeling like he was at a buffet trying to decide what to put on his plate.

Short of acquiring membership at the gym, choosing from amongst his own workers seemed like the most logical and immediate way to get what he wanted. And he needed to choose carefully. Bill's talk of lost time suggested that whoever had eaten him at the gym possessed the ability the resurrect their victims if they so chose. Stapleton himself couldn't even begin to fathom how to do this, so whoever he chose, he knew, would most likely be gone for good. Therefore his intended victim would have to be someone totally unaware of his plans. Which ruled out Bill and David.

Finally, as he approached his office door his eyes settled on Justin who was idly twiddling his fingers. Justin was a family man with a wife and three kids who had been with the company for several years, but he had been such a poor salesman that in order to avoid firing him and let the poor schmuck keep his job, Stapleton had made him his assistant. And to Stapleton's dismay, Justin sucked even worse at that job. He was earnest enough, but over-eager, clumsy and inept. The way Bill used to be, he thought absently as he went inside his office and shut the door without sparing Justin a second glance.

He sat down behind his desk. Yes, he thought. Justin will do nicely. He'd been considering finally firing him lately, anyway. Besides, he thought with a small smirk. Being eaten by your boss as a test to see if he enjoyed the idea of swallowing another creature whole would definitely count as an on-the-job hazard. Thus Justin's family would be compensated by the company, which would be better than if he'd simply fired him, leaving the poor idiot to search vainly for a new job.

And so, his stomach growling anxiously, Stapleton watched the grandfather clock on the far wall of his office ticking, waiting. A minute to lunch now. He could barely wait. He almost pressed the intercom button and called Justin in now, but stopped himself, realizing he could only do this if everyone else was away at lunch. The fact Justin ate his lunch at his desk meant he wouldn't be going anywhere anyway. Finally the clock chimed twelve in the afternoon, and it was lunchtime. Rising, Stapleton walked to his door and opened it just a crack, peering out.

Everyone was getting up from their desks and leaving their cubicles, chatting noisily like schoolchildren let out by the bell. One by one they all left, either to visit nearby restaurants or to go to the cafeteria downstairs. All that is except Justin who was still working on some files. His back was to the door and so he didn't notice it was open and that Stapleton was staring at him. Stapleton momentarily thought about taking advantage of Justin's obliviousness and just grabbing the fool and dragging him into the office, but decided against being so brutal. Instead he quietly shut the door, and walked back to his desk. Sitting, he pressed the intercom button and spoke into it.

"Justin?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Stapleton?" came the reply a moment later.

"Could you please come in here? I need to talk to you about something," Stapleton said, and then sat back.

A moment later the door opened and Justin walked in. The large lion viewed him with a mostly blank expression, tail swishing idly behind him.

"Shut the door," he said. Justin blinked, but turned and closed the door behind himself. Then, Stapleton gestured at one of the chairs set before his huge desk. "Have a seat," he urged gently.

Justin looked a little afraid. It was obvious that the thought on the fox's mind was that he was going to be terminated. So it was with some heavy trepidation that he came over and eased himself into one of the chairs, looking up at Stapleton who towered over him even while seated. Stapleton took a deep breath and got more comfortable, now that they were totally alone and he had a whole hour in which to do this.

"Justin," he said, "your hard work hasn't gone unappreciated. I wanted you to know that. Your ethic is well-defined and certainly a good example to everyone here. Unlike some of the others, you show up on time."

"Oh, uh, thank you, Mr. Stapleton, sir," Justin said. He still looked a little uncertain. It was obvious that the lion's apparent praise was doing little to quell his fears about getting fired.

"You even bring your own lunch so you can work while you eat," Stapleton continued. "And please, call me Eric." He flashed a toothy grin.

Justin looked confused but nodded. "Okay....Eric," he said after a moment.

"Anyway, after mulling it over, I've decided to give you are more stable position in the company. One that will take you higher up the food chain, so to speak." The lion rose from his seat, placing his arms behind his back, walking around the desk.

The surprise on Justin's face was palpable. "A stable position?" he parroted. "You mean, like a promotion?" He leaned forwards a bit in the chair, hopeful.

"That's one way to look at it," Stapleton said as he passed Justin's seat and walked to the door. He looked over his shoulder at the fox and flashed another toothy grin. Then he locked the door. Justin didn't seem to notice. Turning, Stapleton walked back to the desk and stood alongside Justin's chair.

Reaching into his pocket he took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to the fox. "Indeed. Care for a cigarette?" he asked. He didn't know whether or not Justin smoked. However he wanted to see how far the eager fox would go to please his boss.

Justin's hand came up, but he hesitated a bit. Then, finally he accepted a cigarette. Stapleton got one of his own and put it between his lips before pocketing the pack again. He took out his gold-engraved lighter and bent down slightly, and lit Justin's cigarette for him. Then, he lit his own. He took in a deep drag and let the smoke out through his nostrils, blowing it against Justin's face with a low growl.

Justin coughed as he inhaled. So, he hadn't smoked before. But he was doing it anyway because he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the apparent promotion he was about to receive. He took a few smaller drags, and coughed less.

Stapleton reached up and started to loosen his tie, getting comfortable with a smoke and the door locked. He hmmed and one of his large hands strayed to rub under the fox's chin, lightly scritching him with his paws as he looked over his prey. "How would you like to be part of the president of this company?" he asked. "It's a simple enough job, one you can't get fired from once you start. It's also very relaxing. And intimate as well."

Justin looked suddenly fearful. "Are you...suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Mr. Stap--er, Eric?" he asked. A smirk crossed the lion's features and Justin recoiled a bit. "You are!" the fox cried.

Stapleton had to surpress a laugh. Justin thought he wanted to have sex with him? This was too rich. Admittedly, Justin was attractive for a straight guy, despite his thinning hair and slight potbelly. The more Stapleton thought about it, the more he realized he hadn't had another guy blow him in a good long while, and since there was no way Justin was going to walk out of this office before lunchtime ended, he figured, why not?

"I--I'm sorry, sir, but...I don't screw my way to the top," Justin said. He then indignantly stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on Stapleton's desk and got up....only to be immediately shoved back down by a huge paw.

Stapleton took a long, smooth drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air before daintily placing the cancer stick into the ashtray, not snuffing it out just yet. "Justin, my boy," he said, "let's cut to the chase. I'm offering you the position of a lifetime, a chance to be part of the body that governs this company, and all I'm asking in return is a little friendliness." He ran his fingers through the fox's thinning blonde hair. "Or else you're fired."

Justin shuddered a bit, but then finally gave in. In an instant the fox was out of the chair and fumbling with Stapleton;s belt buckle. It was amazing how weak-willed he was, Stapleton mused. Either that, or he was so devoted to feeding his family that he would do anything to get a better-paying job. This didn't make Stapleton regret what he would soon do; rather it only made him decide to triple the hazard pay Justin's wife would get.

Stapleton reached down and halted Justin's efforts, making the fox look up at him in confusion. "Take off your clothes, first," he ordered.

With a great heaving sigh, Justin stood and began undressing. Off came his tie, dress shirt, pants, and boxers, as well as his shoes. Soon he stood totally nude before his boss except for his socks and sock suspenders. Stapleton licked his lips at the sight. Then, he nodded. "All right," he said. "Now."

Justin fell to his knees once more. Working quickly the suckup got the lion's belt undone, the pulled down his zipper. He reached inside of Stapleton's bikini brief underwear and fish out a rock-hard cock almost as big as his arm. As he sank to his knees the cock swung down and slapped him in the face, making him grunt. The lion chuckled at this and grinned, tail swishing as he slid off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Opening it, he let his stomach breathe and to show off his body to Justin. After all, he was going to be a part of the president of the company in a few moments.

The lion growled down at Justin, who nodded and opened wide, slowly taking the lion's massive erection into his vulpine maw. He began bobbing his head, trying to give Stapleton the best blowjob he could. Unsurprisingly, he was terrible at it. Just like he was at everything else. Stapleton realized that as usual he was going to have to do things himself where his assistant was concerned and held his paw around the back of Justin's head. He started to rub the head of of his thick, throbbing length inside the suckling mouth, giving a deep purr and flicking his tail happily. His other paw reached down and nudged his trousers and underwear to his knees, letting his heavy, swaying sac breathe.

The lion's thick maleness filled Justin's mouth completely, bulging out his cheeks and making him gag. Stapleton kept one paw on the back of Justin's head and began thrusting his hips, fucking the fox's mouth, heavy scrotum hitting along the fox's chin as he rewards Justin's efforts with a few globs of precum. Besides the ticking of the grandfather clock the large office was filled with the sounds of slurping, and the wet slaps of Stapleton's balls hitting the fox's chin, and barely audible throughout, the lion's steady purr.

Noting the time, Stapleton started fucking the fox's mouth faster. If he was going to go through with this he'd need to hurry it up. Finally, he came, shooting his thick sperm into Justin's mouth. The fox tried to pull away but Stapleton held him in place, making him swallow every last drop of his seed. A few more orgasmic thrusts of his hips, and the lion was done, and released the fox. Justin pulled away, and coughed.

Leaning back with his bare butt against the edge of his desk, Stapleton gave a long and contented sigh, then reached over and picked up the cigarette again. He tapped it against the rim of the ashtray to shake off the excess ash and brought it again to his lips, taking a deep drag that reduced the smoke to a mere butt. This he stubbed out in the ashtray before kneeling down before Justin and blowing the smoke directly into his face.

"And now, little one," he said, "it's time for you to become part of the president of this company." Grabbing Justin under the armpits he hoisted the fox off his feet with effortless ease.

Justin barely had time to react as suddenly Stapleton's mouth opened. Wider and wider. He gawked. Stapleton for his part was straining with all of his might. How did those guys at the gym do this, anyway? Then there was a loud pop and his jaw felt looser, and his maw stretched wider. Ah, there we go, he thought, amazed he got it on his first try. He'd been secretly afraid the whole time that he would've be able to get his mouth open wide enough to cram Justin in. But, now that he'd succeeded, he did exactly that.

Justin who until this point had been too shocked to even think of struggling, gave a cry as he was tilted forwards and his head entered the lion's mouth fully. Hot breath stinking of cigarettes washed over his face, his vision filled with darkness as his face slid along the wet tongue, and into the cavernous throat beyond. A soft ripple around Justin's head and the giant lion's lips sealed around his shoulders tightly.

He gulped Justin's head into his throat, lips stretching down over Justin's torso and pinning his arms. As his head slid down Stapleton's throat the fox's panicked face made an obvious impression through the furred skin. As he rubbed across it with his fingertips, Stapleton found himself getting hard again, incredibly. He just couldn't believe it. He was actually doing it! He was eating his own assistant!

Making another gulp, he forced Justin's facebulge down into his chest, the impression of the fox's facial features disappearing behind his ribcage. Scooting back, Stapleton took a seat on the edge of the desk, and grasped Justin's legs under his arms and bent forward, pressing him down onto his erect cock, hearing a muffled moan from inside him as the thick shaft was shoved into the vulnerable vulpine asshole. Stapleton started to gulp down Justin's torso hungrily, but at the same time bucking his hips, a second orgasm nearing.

Slowly but surely, Stapleton's assistant was devoured by him, his efforts to escape his fate at this point being totally futile, soft gulping and slurping sounds filling the office. Finally Stapleton moaned around his lunch and came into him, stopping his swallowing as he did so, relaxing for a moment in a state of sheer bliss. After a moment, though, his stomach growled insistently once more and so the lion pulled the fox off his cock and used his hands to start pushing the rest of the food into his maw, getting to his waist, tongue slithering out to taste some of his own cum as it pulled Justin's ass inside.

Now only the fox's weakly kicking legs and long bushy tail remained. But the fucking had left Justin exhausted and so after a moment he stopped struggling completely and his legs went totally limp. Stapleton gathered them up and began guiding them into his wide maw, hips and ass being swallowed in that same motion. He stroked his neck as it bulged out, moaning softly, Justin's face entering the waiting stomach which growled loudly for its food.

A few more swallows and Stapleton's lips closed around Justin's ankles, the snack already starting to bulge out his belly. He didn't bother removing the fox's socks or his sock suspenders. Slowly more and more of Justin emptied into the waiting belly which gurgled and sloshed around him loudly. All that remained of him to the outside world however were his sock-covered feet which wiggled as they stick out from between hot, sexy lips ready to slurp them up.

Stapleton sucked Justin's feet in slowly, savoring them and using his tongue to tease at his toes through the thin fabric of his socks, before his lips sealed against one another, trapping the fox completely inside his body. He gulped one final time, sending legs and feet to curl up with the rest of him in his stomach, making his tummy bulge out. He smiled and patted his new gut, letting loose a crass belch.

"Ahhh," he sighed. "You see, Justin? I told you that you'd become a part of the president of this company. I hope you enjoy your new position."

The only response from his snack was some squirming in the large gut. Slowly getting off the desk, Stapleton groaned as he felt the weight of his full stomach settle, then reached down and pulled his pants back up, zipping up and buckling his belt. Then, with some effort, he managed to rebutton his shirt, although it stretched a bit around the bulging stomach. He chuckled at this. Noticing Justin's clothes and shoes, the lion gathered them up and hid them in his coat closet, then walked around and flumped into his chair, stomach gurgling.

Lunch would be ending in a few moments. But now that his own meal was over, Stapleton had some business to attend to. First he had to call and arrange for Justin's family to get full hazard-pay benefits, and then call Justin's wife to try and explain to her how her husband died. And after that, he needed to call the temp agency and hire a new assistant. Hopefully his new one would be better than Justin had been.

As he reached for the phone to call Justin's wife, Stapleton decided he'd tell her the truth. He'd met a few times at company picnics, and she was a nice enough woman. A pity she got saddled with such a hopeless loser like Justin for a husband. No sense lying to her about his death. And, as he dialed their home number, he belched again and licked his lips, thinking of how wonderful it felt to have a whole nother person curled up tight in his belly.

Justin had been a terrible assistant, but damn if he didn't make a tasty snack.

The End