The principal laughs heartily at your predicament. You know there's no way out of this. His jiggling rolls are going to be your classroom for an hour. And you're certain any escape attempt is just going to get you more lessons. The fatty layers of the principal echoed with muffled groaning as the students trapped inside felt the overwhelming mass around them move. You then spot an arm sticking out. Around the gnoll's belly button it hung limply out from between two large layers of his belly. The arm was soaked with grime and sweat, more leaking out between the smothering layers.
"What's this? Tom, you get back in there right now!" Mr. Carson said patronizingly. He twisted his blubbery body from side to side, presumably grinding more of its sweaty, grungy surface onto Tom. The arm didn't even flinch, just bouncing along with the wobbling fat around it. The principal's gleeful expression turned to sorrow. He leaned back, holding up the heavy roll that had held Tom in place. You could just about spot a naked body, slathered in the same filthy mixture as the arm. No longer being squished by the flabby rolls, it slid down and landed in front of the gnoll's corpulent form with a wet splat.
Though his desk was in the way, the expression on the principal's face told you enough. Tom had perished in the gnoll's fatty layers. Given the heavy coat of unidentifiable sludge on him it was likely Mr. Carson had kept him there for some time. You try not to think about how he came to his end. Did he die from suffocating? Starving? Simply getting crushed? The gnoll breaks the silence.
"Well damn, that was one arousing student. I guess not everyone can learn to behave." You were taken aback. Did this gnoll just show... sorrow? He seemed genuinely sad to have killed Tom using nothing but his obese form. You'd never seen a gnoll feel anything other then contempt for a human. Just how long had Tom been in there? Also, did Mr. Carson just refer to him as arousing? You began to worry intensely at the implication of those words. Meanwhile the gnoll leans forward, drawing pained groans from some of the trapped students. He pushed the button on his private intercom and spoke.
"Juliet, I need disposal for one."
No sooner had he finished his request before the doors could be heard unlocking. Juliet the receptionist wanders in, approaching the principal. You daren't move lest you incur the obese gnoll's wrath. She looks at the body laying at the base of his fatty form. How does she dispose of the body?
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