You see the receptionist lean down to grab Tom's body. A loud squelch soon follows. Your view of it all is blocked by Mr. Carson's desk. The towering fat gnoll looks down at you and grins. He needed to look into one of the mirrors in the room to be able to see what was happening, but he knew Juliet well. She just loved introducing all manner of student to her pussy. Honor students only had to kiss it. Detention candidates got a lot more... intimate attention. The principal didn't really mind her having some fun. The school was big enough for them to have a steady supply of victims. He looked at the trembling boy still awaiting detention in his flabby rolls.
"C'mere boy, have a look at what happens when you truly fuck up." He ordered. You hesitantly obeyed, knowing better then to give the fat gnoll an excuse to torment you more. The air filled with a new pungent stench whilst Juliet stayed down. Somewhere in the back of your skull a sense of curiosity was itching. Despite your better judgment, you felt compelled to find out what kind of horror show was going on behind that desk. When you peered around it's corner, Juliet turned to face you.
The grotesque display of half of Tom sticking out of her pulsing nethers was one that would stick with you for some time. Admittedly it would soon be joined by the disgusting concept of being trapped in Mr. Carson's fatty rolls. The receptionist grunted steadily, each time pulling the student in just a little bit deeper. When most of his torso had vanished she relaxed a little, the narrower legs making for an easy home stretch. Your mind was boggled. You knew that gnolls had a voracious sexual appetite, but this was something far more literal then you could have ever imagined. Juliet sensually rubbed her moist folds as they returned to their resting position. The only trace left of Tom was a marked increase in the size of her belly.
With a big smile the receptionist walked back to the door, tapping you on the nose with one slime-drenched finger. The powerful stink of her feminine musk hit like a truck, but you had bigger things to worry about. Much bigger things. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked back in position. You were standing within reach of Mr. Carson. What does the principal do?
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