Your eyes widened. Mr. Carson wanted you to do whát with him? You weren't even sure where to begin. He was so fat you couldn't tell if he was even sitting in a chair. His body was layer upon layer upon roll of flab heaped into a disgusting pile with a relatively small gnoll head bobbing on top. He had more chins then the rest of the faculty staff combined. If he wanted you to pleasure him you'd need tunneling equipment just to reach his manhood. You stood before him, your nose aching and your mind burning with questions. How did he expect someone like you to pleasure him? You learned quickly that pleasuring him would entail something not even your worst nightmares could think of. You didn't even notice it at first. It was subtle, but something was off about the monstrous flabby body of the principal. The way it jiggled and moved wasn't right.
Then you saw an arm sticking out from between the fatty folds. Someone was trapped in there! Mr. Carson noticed your shocked expression and the hand sticking out from his flabby form. He grabbed hold of it and pushed it back in. He then looks at you with a wicked smile.
"I see you've met my personal class..." Your mind was racing. There were more? This disgusting gnoll was keeping students trapped in his flabby body merely by shoving them between the heavy folds? The principal continued his little monologue. "I tend to find that detention doesn't solve anything. It usually just creates a group of repeat offenders. As such I've taken it upon myself to apply some gnoll correction methods to this school. Discipline is at an all-time high and so is my mood." You gulp, thinking about what might now be in store for you. "There's nothing that arouses me more than the feeling of a rotten student squirming for his life in my huge temple of a body. They are held in a world of pure, concentrated gnoll stink." You're tempted to run, but the door has been locked by the receptionist. You do suppose that simply staying out of arm's reach would be a decent temporary solution. But he was the principal. Getting a gnoll to catch you and bring you to him would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want to think about what he'd do to you then. Mr. Carson sees the resignation in your eyes.
"Since this is your first time you'll just get a trial course in my class. One hour in here." He says, pointing at one of his many folds. "Misbehave again and you'll spend considerably longer in there to rethink your actions. And if you think that's rock bottom, I always keep open the option to shove you up my ass. And you'd best work yourself silly in there if you ever want to see daylight again. You've been warned."
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