And here's the final part of my overly gluttonous pred permavore story! Hope you all enjoyed Professor August stuffing himself. Previous Part

Kyler, Derek, and Liam have become nothing more than pudge, yet Professor August finds himself hungering for a filling breakfast the morning after as well...

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Permanent Detention (Part 4)
By: Indi

“We really need to work on our organization,” August grumbled. He held a tome in his claw, guiding it before a shelf in search of the right gap it’d once filled. He’d thought putting away the tomes Liam and Derek had grabbed would be a simple task, but it was proving rather frustrating. Of course it didn’t help that August was frequently knocking over whole rows with either his doughy belly or his thick tail.

Unsurprisingly, the snake had grown incredibly fat thanks to his three-student feast the night before. All his old lithe features were gone, replaced by curves and mounds. His belly was a soft ball of fat, somewhat firm but still jiggly. He sported round cheeks and a rounder rump. From his arms to his thighs, there wasn’t a single part of August that wasn’t at least chubby.

He waddled now, and felt his belly bounce whenever he took a step, or turned, or even laughed. August could still remember being thin hours before, which only enhanced the new sensation of being fat. He was still adjusting, though, which meant his larger body could be a tad bit destructive.

At last he found the correct spot for the final tome. He breathed a sigh of relief as he put the book away. “You guys managed to be a pain even after you became pudge!” He laughed and gave his soft belly a teasing pat.

And that’s all they were now. Pudge. August had belched up a few things during the night, of course. Tattered bits of clothing, a few stained coins, a beak. But aside from that, all that remained of the three mischievous students were the layers of fat that’d been added to August. And while there was plenty of that, it couldn’t exactly be connected back to them.

August had yet to decide if he’d report the attempted theft. It would be the correct thing to do, but also be tedious. He’d need to explain why he glutted on the students instead of capturing them, which would lead to yet another chastising by the Archmage about why he shouldn’t be treating the college like a buffet. He wouldn’t be punished, but he’d be annoyed.

If he kept quiet, the disappearances would eventually be discovered over the next few days, and merely be attributed to voracious misadventure. Students were eaten all the time, after all.

And to be honest, August liked the thought of no one knowing exactly where the three had ended up. It’d be his little secret, something he’d get to reveal to any future meals who happened to know them. Few things made him happier than reuniting friends.

The professor’s daydream was interrupted by the sting of a brief hunger pain. He squeezed his belly and gave it a gentle shake. “Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised an increase in weight came with an increase in appetite. I’ll need to get used to eating a lot more again. Not that I’ve ever minded stuffing myself.”

He headed out, his thoughts drifting to food.

“This is the only place those three could be, but it’s also the stupidest!”

August stopped as he heard the complaint coming from somewhere nearby.

“If they ran off with the tomes without me I swear--”

The voice was interrupted as its source turned the corner and ran right into the doughy middle of August. They were a lean deer, and had been in such a hurry they practically bounced off August’s gut, falling to the ground in surprise. August recognized him as Aaron, yet another one of his pupils—and a friend of Liam. So there was one more accomplice, after all.

“Morning, Aaron,” August said. “Isn’t it a bit early for you to be wandering around this part of the library?”

Aaron looked up, and the first thing he focused on was the large belly of his professor. Just a couple days before he’d seen the snake in class, but he’d been a fraction of his current weight. Suspicion and worry filled him quickly. “I...I thought I might get a headstart on a cataloging task I was given.”

“Odd, it sounded like you were far more interested in finding someone than working.”

“I was just talking about some misplaced tomes.” Aaron spoke calmly enough, and his excuse would’ve worked on any other professor he’d stumbled into. But August had the advantage of knowing all about the attempted theft, and who could’ve helped the digested thieves. He also saw how Aaron was carefully prepping to bolt up and leave.

“Oh, no need to worry about those three. I made sure they were properly stored safe and sound so they’ll never get lost again,” August grinned.

August lunged a second before Aaron could react. Claws grabbed antlers, lifting the panicked deer off the ground and into the air. The sharp slap of a tail knocked Aaron’s wand off his belt so he couldn’t use it to defend himself. Though the deer fought back fiercely, his strikes barely fazed the much larger snake. Soon he couldn’t even do that, as a pair of binding sigils pinned his arms and legs, leaving the deer utterly helpless.

“I’m sad you missed out on all the fun last night. Having a fourth meal in my belly would’ve been absolutely divine.” August walked over to the nearest clear table and dropped his captive atop it. “But on the plus side, you get to see just how beautiful your friends look as fat.” He wobbled his gut inches from the deer’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Aaron insisted.

“No need to lie, I hypnotized Derek before gobbling him up, and he was more than willing to explain every little detail of your plot to me.”

There was a flash of rage on Aaron’s face before fear returned. “I knew we shouldn’t have used that idiot!”

“So you were part of it. He didn’t actually mention you at all, I just had some suspicions. Oops~” August said. “But before you join them in permanent detention, we need to do something about how scrawny and unfilling you are.” He prodded Aaron’s bony side. “Good thing I’ve got the perfect sigil for stuffing slim prey.”

The professor’s tail went to work, drawing another sigil. It landed on the table and crawled onto Aaron, heading towards his snout. The deer squirmed as it approached. Tilting his head back only delayed the inevitable. As soon as the sigil reached Aaron’s snout it wrapped around it like a muzzle, then glowed.

Something soft and cool suddenly began to flow down Aaron’s throat and into his stomach. Slowly his flat middle puffed out, growing rounder and rounder as he was filled. His vest tightened and its buttons strained, popping off one-by-one until his ball belly was exposed.

“What, you don’t enjoy a nice meal of fluffy, fattening cream?” August asked. He poked the deer’s ballooning middle with a claw, watching him wince and wiggle at the touch. “I was tempted to just fatten you up until you were as big as Liam got last night, but passing out in the library with a bulging belly isn’t the safest thing to do. Instead you’ll just have to feel as fat.”

Aaron found himself staring at his swelling belly, a dome that gently wobbled as it continued to be filled with cream thanks to the magic sigil. He couldn’t believe he was being stuffed like a puff pastry, bound for a gut that would churn him just as it’d churned his friend. Even the fact Liam was gone hadn’t quite set in. Yet every time he saw August’s new gut jiggle he knew the red panda had gone into it.

His fortunes had changed so dramatically in a single night. Had he not been muzzled by the sigil he’d have screamed in fury.

August allowed the deer to swell for a long while, until his eyes were half-closed from the overwhelming sensation of being full. His middle was a taut ball nearly three feet wide, and probably weighed about as much as he did. The flow of cream was ended and the sigil dispersed. The first thing Aaron did when his snout was freed was let out a sloppy uorrrrrrrp, then groan.

The deer’s head was swimming. He weakly attempted to sit up, then roll, but his belly was simply too heavy. There was laughter from above, and a pair of claws pressed hard on his middle, provoking another belch. Aaron blushed as his gut was teased and wobbled and slapped.

“Venison is always a treat, and the bigger the better,” August chuckled. “Though I should probably deal with those pesky antlers of yours—they’re a pain to swallow.”

He wrapped a claw around the base of each antler, then twisted, hard. Both snapped apart. Aaron winced at the removal, only vaguely aware of what had happened.

“I hear deer antlers make good wands. Perhaps I’ll have yours turned into some. Just fill them with generic weight-gain spells for when I’m lazy but want a plumper meal,” August mused, holding the antlers up so Aaron could see them. “That way your legacy will be a tiny bit more than just snake pudge. Speaking of which...”

August strolled around to the end of the table. He loomed over the bloated deer, his tongue flicking out in anticipation of his fourth live meal in less than a day. He’d allowed himself to be absolutely ravenous, eating mainly because he could, not because he actually needed to. It was a delightful—if fairly fattening—mood.

Without saying another word August wrapped his claws around the deer’s hooves and began to eat. Aaron groaned and squirmed, but his movements were too sluggish to have an effect. It didn’t take long for most of his legs to slide down August’s throat, claws reaching for his bulbous belly to pull it in.

“Sh...Shit,” Aaron mumbled, as jaws stretched over his gut with horrendous ease. There was no delay in his consumption. Gulps were quick and effortless. Even he was beginning to feel like food. A person would require work to swallow whole, not be gobbled up like any old hunk of meat. He was food, he was just food! It was humiliating.

The voracious professor didn’t dwell much on what his filling pupil was thinking, though, because he too now only saw him as food. He reveled in the feeling of his belly swelling again, this time covered in thick layers of fat that’d press down on the prey.

August let out a muffled moan as he felt Aaron’s round middle squeezed down his throat and into his stomach. His own gut bounced as the extra weight fell into it. He picked up the pace, devouring the remainder of the deer with haste. He craved the sensation of a full stomach again, of the struggles and churns.

With a grunt Aaron was lifted off the table, most of his body already swallowed. Escape was impossible, but he still squirmed as gravity caused him to slip away, jaws rushing forwards. He angled his head up gazing at the light until the very last second, when August’s maw closed and shrouded him in darkness.

The professor’s belly had spilled out over the table as he’d been eating, and it creaked from the shaking within. He embraced the large bulge. It was lumpy yet soft thanks to his recent gains, and it felt wonderful. The sigils binding Aaron were dispersed just so the deer could struggle more. To August’s delight his meal did push and kick a little, though not much. No doubt he was still dazed from his stuffing.

“I’ve really been blessed with amazing food recently!” August smiled and groped his gut. “Perhaps I should try to eat someone for lunch and dinner today as well. Just gorge to my heart’s content until I’m massive and blubbery and more handsome than ever. Hundreds of pounds of plump prey pudge. An eternal prison in soft snake form.” He laughed at his absurd greed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this ridiculously insatiable before. I just know I’ll regret it once I start breaking chairs and getting stuck in doorways. But until then…”

August lugged his belly off the table and gently let it drop. Within, Aaron was shaken up enough to belch, the sound muffled yet audible enough for the snake to make out. Full once again—both of prey and thoughts of glutting on half the college—August waddled off, a smile on his face as wide as his gut. He had the feeling he was going to spend the next few days pleasantly and perpetually stuffed.