"Alright, detention time. Climb up on my desk." The principal commanded. You knew hesitating would only prolong your stay in his flabby rolls. The intricate detailing on the large desk made it easy to find handholds and you quickly stepped onto the large surface. Some paperwork was strewn about, all of it covered in small drops of sweat. It looked comically small next to the large gnoll. From your new elevated position he could look you straight in the eye again without needing a mirror on the wall.
"I'll leave this next bit up to you..." The principal said stifling a giggle. "You can strip down to your undies or keep your clothes on before I put you in your place. If you're wondering how my other students replied..." He pointed at the side of his desk, where some small piles of clothes were stacked. It made sense to you. Marinating in his sweat and grime would completely ruin your clothes. But going almost naked still didn't feel right. In the end you swallow your pride and take of your shoes, shirt and pants. You found some appreciation for the warm room you were in, but Mr. Carson was reaching down to put you somewhere much warmer. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his sweaty palm touch you. The large fingers wrapped around your waist. The principal was huge, even by gnoll standards. And not just because he was immensely fat. He lifted you off your feet like it was nothing. Hidden beneath all of those flabby rolls was a surprisingly large wealth of strength. The urge to struggle in his powerful grip grew, but you knew it was pointless. At best he'd just laugh and at worst he'd use it to keep you trapped longer.
He growled a little with pleasure as you were rubbed against one of his many fatty rolls. The jiggling and moving of his body causing some others trapped in there to groan in subdued agony. You could only guess as to how long they've been kept there or how many of them will end up like Tom. Truth is, you hadn't heard of a detention class until now. Mr. Carson stopped rubbing and showed you your seat in his class. He pressed you against the flabby roll, seemingly probing it for an entrance. After a few tries he found the narrow line separating two of his rolls.
Without any fanfare he pushed you in, cutting off all light and trapping you in a world of sweat, warmth and unbelievable stench. He made sure to push your legs in too and giggled with delight at your futile resistance. Pushing and twisting was effortlessly absorbed by the flabby body all around you. You felt the heavy weight of the fat above shift with Mr. Carson's every movement. You soon learned that the chorus of pained groans was no act, as the gnoll leaned on you a little, crushing you between two layers of fat. The sweat gathered in your prison was so contaminated with his grime it had almost become a slime-like substance. You felt it cling to you uncomfortably. But the stench... it was worse then anything you could've ever imagined. The foulest most potent sweaty stink ever mixed with a morbid taste of decay hidden behind layers of scorching assault on your nose. Your whole body screams at you to find an escape. But as if he could hear your thoughts, the principal spoke:
"Since it's your first time in here, let me explain the rules. You stay put and keep quiet until I give you permission to leave. The only noise you're allowed to make is pained groaning. If you disobey me I will stuff you a few rolls lower to add some weight on top of you. If you keep disobeying, you can ask Tom how it feels to be slowly crushed to death by my flabby rolls. Any questions?" You wisely keep quiet. "You learn quick, very good. You've only got an hour in here so if you behave real well I might let you out a few minutes early."
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