The adoption center in the small, Japanese town of Kishuda was emptying quickly. Many young children have found places to live, places to call home. Many of them feared they would be without hope, without people to call family until they were brought to the center. Here, everyone had an equal chance to find the home they deserved.
 
 
Everyone except Tomomi.
 
 
Tomomi was a Kidling, a human-like race born with seriously stunted development. She was 14, and was unable to read even the simplest of characters or write out her own name. Her mental state matched that of a kindergartener, and she suffered from chronic nightmares.
 
 
But worst of all, she is unable to be potty trained.
 
 
Tomomi was laying on her belly coloring in a small book, her white pampers crinkling with every stir. A small carton of grape juice stationed at her left, the kidling pushed her violet hair to the side, allowing her to see the masterpiece with both of her sparkling, purple eyes. The picture was of a kitten, playing with a ball of yarn, however the muddled mess of crayon wax was more than enough to avert your eyes from the kitten.
 
 
“Is that the best you can do? It looks like a box of crayons barfed all over the paper.” Hiro, the biggest bully Tomomi knows, mocking spewed. The kidling’s cheeks turned a bright red. “Won’t you go bother somebody else, Hiro?” Tomomi asked in her mature-sounding voice, “You know I try hard.”
 
 
Hiro laughed annoyingly, and slapped Tomomi straight across the nose. The girl squeaked in pain, her freckled face dripping tears. “Meanie!” She screamed at the bully, which only seemed to make the boy smile.
 
 
“Eat my butt, Kidling scum!” Hiro called, his voice sounding stern and serious. Tomomi doubled back, astonished by the bully’s statement. Eat his butt? He wanted her to eat him? Tomomi then figured it was a dare for her to fight back.
 
 
But the statement actually got Tomomi thinking. If she ate him, he wouldn’t be able to hurt her anymore. Tomomi was a predator, and the caretakers have caught on to the bullying, telling the kidling they wanted her to solve the problem herself.
 
 
The kidling shrugged, and opened her mouth wide, engulfing the boy’s head. Before he could protest, she clamped down.
 
 
Gulp! She took her first swallow. Her meal grasped at her head, trying to no avail to escape his predator’s salivating mouth. Tomomi grabbed Hiro’s button-up shirt, and managed to quickly get it off of the boy’s skinny body.
 
 
Gluck! Another swallow, and the kidling managed to swallow the shoulders of her meal. She gave a slight moan as she savored his flavor. She cupped her hands under the bulge that was starting to form in her belly.
 
 
Ulp! Yet another massive swallow sent Hiro’s torso rocketing inward, leaving only his waist and legs left. Tomomi quickly removed the boy’s pants and found he had went commando that day, making the girl blush, and prompting her to quickly swallow down the boy’s waist and groin area before slurping his legs down like noodles.
 
 
Tomomi swallowed one last time for good measure before rubbing her gut, a Hiro-shaped bulge sticking out of it. The kidling got up, and walked slowly over to her crib, laying down. Her meal was heavy, and a wave of exhaustion flooded over the girl. She curled up, putting her left thumb in her mouth, sucking it gently as she softly snored, sleeping without any nightmares.
 
 
Tomomi’s meal squirmed for about a half hour before softening up, quickly going through the kidling’s digestive track. Hiro had lost consciousness about half-way through. He had cried, but quickly realized he had asked for it. As his vision went black, and his remains entered Tomomi’s large intestine, he made a quick prayer to the gods, asking for forgiveness before finally dying.
 
 
(SCAT WARNING)
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Tomomi woke up to the feeling of pressurized gas escaping her butthole. She slowly remembered having eaten Hiro, and she knew what has become of him. Feeling the pressure in her colon, she lets loose, first letting put a stream of urine, yellowing the snow-white diaper she sported. After she was relieved of her juice, she quenced her buttcheeks together, a slow stream of bony fecal matter soiling her pampers some more.
 
 
The kidling soon was relieved of her meal, and crawled out of her crib, waddling toward the changing room. She soon forgot about Hiro, but not before telling one of the caretakers of her Bully Meal.