And a third old work in progress completed! Last year I was struck with a mood to have Professor Rho stuff himself with students, and the mood hit again so now he's been well-fed. Involves permavore and weight-gain!

Professor Rho's modest lunch quickly escalates into a full blown feast once he finds more delicious students to eat on campus...

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Professor Rho’s Campus Feast
By: IndigoRho

“Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgle.”

Professor Rho stopped typing and looked down at his gut, amused. The doughy, orange-striped zebra had spent most of his morning looking over papers and sending out emails, and had nearly neglected lunch in the process.

Ahead enough in his work, Rho rolled away from his desk and stood. His round belly jiggled faintly, still demanding food. Though there was a dining hall closeby, Rho had preemptively packed a lunch that day. Or—to be more specific—he’d stuffed one.

Opening the lone closet in the office revealed a gagged and bound lion with a noticeable potbelly. They wore nothing but briefs, and squinted as light rushed into their cramped prison.

Rho squeezed the lion’s gut with a hoof and licked his lips, his stomach louder than ever. He didn’t know the student’s name—though it was likely in the wallet he’d tossed in a drawer for later—and didn’t really care. They’d had the poor luck of being in the company of a delicious husky a few days before, sat on by the Professor as their friend was gobbled up.

Turning the lion into a second course then and there had been tempting, but Professor Rho had instead shown some restraint and dragged the terrified student back to his office, where he’d been gradually stuffed ever since.

In a proper environment, Rho could’ve made the nameless student far, far plumper and juicier, but he was rather proud of what he’d accomplished with limited resources.

“Good news! It’s finally time for you to join your buddy on my waistline.” Rho leaned in, using his belly to press the trapped lion against the back of the closet. “Can’t say he added much, but I’m sure both of you combined will help me jiggle a little more~”

The lion squirmed and whimpered. Hooves gripped his arms as the Professor’s maw opened wide in front of him. Leaning any further away was impossible, and soon his head was being shoved into a warm mouth and pulled into a gullet.

Rho steadily gulped down his meal, savoring the lion when he could but not wasting too much time in the process. His stomach was far too eager to be filled for him to tease it. Besides, the zebra could get rather ravenous.

Swallow after swallow made Rho’s belly swell outward, his expandex suit stretching effortlessly. A pricey acquisition, but an essential one for someone who ate on the job as frequently as he did. Without it, he’d be replacing burst buttons and torn dress shirts left and right, and it was difficult to be treated professionally with an exposed gut.

As the lion’s rump slid into Rho’s maw he took a few steps backward, grabbing his prey’s legs and guiding them deeper. His gut was wobbling wildly from the lion’s desperate struggles, but all he managed to do was make Rho moan. He preferred his food to be feisty.

Wiggling paws vanished from sight, a flicking tail slurped up, and then the student was gone.

Professor Rho squeezed and jostled his belly, chuckling as he did. “Well that should hit the spot for a bit! Shame you were so scrawny~”

The lion’s shouts were too muffled by gag and pudge to be heard.

Still rubbing his belly, Rho checked the time on his watch. His next class started in a little over half-an-hour, just enough time for him to waddle over lazily.

Rho threw his bag over his shoulder and left his office, gut brushing gently against the doorframe on the way out. He had so many memories of barely being able to squeeze through, even outright getting stuck.

Three years earlier he’d let himself balloon out of control, becoming nearly seven hundred pounds of pure gluttony. It’d been incredible, experiencing an appetite so demanding he felt like he had to eat people to sate it. The prey he ate while that size could barely wiggle, pinned down by thick layers of pudge and compacted down.

But as euphoric as it had been, Professor Rho cherished his mobility too much to remain that large for good. He’d spent over a year slimming down, hitting the gym every day and only eating the thinnest, least-calorie students. Perhaps he’d swell up again in a few years. Having an especially delicious class would likely encourage him.

A hard kick in his stomach brought Rho back to the present. The lion wasn’t eager to be digested—as expected. He couldn’t remember ever having a meal who didn’t fight until the very end, no matter how futile the attempt was. The struggles kept him alert, so he didn’t mind.

Rho waddled down the hall, passing the offices of other English professors along the way.

Professor Parker—a white wolf—was cradling his bulging belly with one paw while the other held a pair of freshly snapped antlers. He smiled at Rho before gently nudging the door shut with his gut.

There was grumbling from Professor Hall’s office. The tiger was at his computer, his round belly spilling over the desk. It wasn’t moving, but Rho guessed he’d eaten someone a few hours before. He complained about watching his weight all the time in the lounge, but gorged on students as much as anyone else in the Department.

A belch rattled the cracked-open door of Professor August’s office. Rho saw a glimpse of the gray snake beached on his enormous belly, utterly stuffed. The literary journal would need a whole new team again from the look of things.

The elevator doors at the end of the hall were already open, and Rho went right in. The doors had just started to close when a scrawny cheetah rushed in out of breath. Rho recognized him after a moment. One of the grad students in the teaching program. Not that voracious; a rarity amongst hopeful college professors. Rho doubted he’d survive long enough to get his degree. Someone would probably eat him during his first training class. Such a waste.

The cheetah finally looked up. His gaze stopped on Rho’s swaying belly, a look of clear nervousness appearing on his face. He tried to back up, but the doors had closed behind him.

Looking down upon the small feline, Rho realized he had room for another course. Perhaps he’d do the Teaching Department a favor and preemptively weed out a snack.



A muffled braaaaaaaaaaap shook the elevator as it arrived on the bottom floor. The doors slid open, and Rho lumbered out. He held his belly in both hooves, feeling every punch and kick the lion and cheetah made. His suit still fit, though he could feel a hint of tightness as the expandex was stretched towards the upper limits.

“That double course of cat really hit the spot,” Professor Rho said to himself while jostling his gut. “You two are gonna look great as zebra pudge. Do try to end up on my belly. Though I wouldn’t mind even rounder cheeks.” He chuckled, ignoring the barely audible curses and pleas coming from his stomach.

Rho slowly made his way out of the building and towards his next class. He felt the weight of his massive belly with every step. It wouldn’t take much to topple him. He was no stranger to waddling on a full stomach, though, and handled his considerable bulk with grace. He reached the classroom with a minute to spare.

Conversations quieted as the engorged professor entered the room. Rho had shown up with one prey in his gut before, but never two. He reveled in the varied expressions upon his students’ faces. Worry on the timid ones, of course, who outed themselves as easy prey by cowering in his wake. Ogling from a couple who always failed to hide their love of a stuffed gut.

But mostly there was relief. They believed he’d be too full to eat anyone else that day, so they wouldn’t have to worry about being snatched and gulped. A dangerous assumption. Eating two prey had only made Rho hungrier.

“Alright, class,” Professor Rho said, getting everyone’s attention as he gathered his materials. “I had a large lunch, so you may have tourrrrrrrp, bear with me.”

A few light chuckles came from the class. While the fear of getting eaten was prevalent on campus, most still found amusement in others becoming food instead. Over half the class had likely eaten someone at least once in their lives. A few had obviously eaten more, considering how fat they’d grown over the semester.

Jokes would help lower their guards.

Rho started the day’s planned discussion, only occasionally interrupted by burps. The lion and cheetah slowly wore themselves out, subdued by the heat of Rho’s stomach and the rising level of the digestive juices. There were still some wiggles half-an-hour into class, but also some faint gurgles.

“Uworrrrrrrrrrrrp! Oof, excuse me,” Rho said, patting his gut. Hunger pains hit after he’d belched, and the zebra decided it was time for another course. He looked over the class, creating a mental list of those he thought might be delicious and those performing poorly enough to warrant a permanent expulsion via his stomach. As much as he loved eating people, he preferred to keep around students with potential.

The doughy white wolf Lance looked tasty enough, but he also had one of the highest grades in the class, and actually participated in discussions. Raleigh, a red snake, had skipped quite a few classes, but was far too lean to satisfy Rho.

What about Ezra?

The light blue flamingo looked to be around four hundred pounds, his wide rump filling his chair and his blubbery gut squeezed against his desk. Rho had taught him before, and he’d usually been one of the better students. However, Ezra had put little effort into that semester. He barely spoke up, half-assed his essays, and clearly didn’t do most of his readings. Rho would’ve been disappointed if he hadn’t been so hungry.

Rho meandered over to Ezra. He stopped in front of the flamingo and let his belly rest slightly on their desk. “Ezra, I’d love to hear your thoughts on the theme of romantic gluttony in the story.”

The flamingo perked up. He avoided eye contact. Likely trying to think of a way to answer without making it too obvious he hadn’t read the story. A convenient distraction.

As Ezra looked away, Rho lunged. He grabbed the flamingo by the collar and lifted him out of his chair and onto the desk. The desk slid and groaned as the bulk of the bird was placed on it. Ezra tried wiggling backward, but Rho pulled him in closer, his maw opening wide.

“Fuck!” was all the student could manage before his head was engulfed.

Wrangling the massive flamingo was far more of a challenge than the bound lion and lean cheetah had been. Rho didn’t mind having to work for a meal, though, especially one as delicious as Ezra. His jaws slowly stretched around Ezra’s shoulders, pinning their arms to their sides within a couple more gulps.

The desk rocked and groaned, its legs bending a little. Ezra thrashed and kicked with all his might, but being beached on the desk impeded his ability to fight back. More and more of him was sliding down Rho’s gullet.

As Professor Rho wrapped his jaws around Ezra’s doughy belly, he felt his own begin to balloon out. The buttons of his suit creaked in protest. Had the third course been thin, the suit might have stood a chance, but Ezra was larger than the previous two prey combined. One button popped off, shooting across the room. Two more followed before the rest tore apart at once. The professor’s suit jacket and dress shirt snapped back as they returned to their regular size, leaving his massive striped belly exposed for the whole class to see.

Rho crammed Ezra’s rump into his maw and swallowed, guaranteeing the flamingo’s doom. All the kicking in the world wouldn’t be enough to free him from that point on. The frantic flamingo was tilted upward, gravity aiding in his demise. He slid inch-by-inch down Rho’s throat, emptying into a cramped, sweltering stomach.

The desk was creaking non-stop as Professor Rho finished swallowing the last of Ezra. The moment Ezra settled into Rho’s stomach, the desk failed. It buckled beneath the weight of Rho’s enormous gut, crashing to the floor. A collective gasp rose from the rest of the class as their professor flattened the desk and let out a tremendous belch.

The fall shook Rho up, but the brief soreness was worth it. He didn’t bother trying to get up; he knew he’d be beached until he’d digested his feast.

“Sorry about that. I just had a very sudden craving for bird, and I couldn’t resist the urge to gobble up such a plump one,” Rho chuckled. The class remained on edge, despite the fact their professor was immobilized. Even a stuffed predator could be intimidating. “Now where were we?”



It was five in the morning when Rho waddled out of his classroom. He’d finished the discussion but fallen asleep shortly after dismissing the class. Digesting three students took time and energy, after all. He’d woken in the debris of Ezra’s desk, sore and surrounded by a pile of feathers, bones, and terribly stained clothing. Ezra’s beak was all he’d kept. The rest was of little interest to him.

The zebra took a moment to admire the extra heft he’d gained. He’d already been fat, but his feast had made him blubbery. His suit jacket and dress shirt remained open, letting his massive belly billow out. It felt delightfully soft in his grip, and jiggled easily. His ass had rounded out as well, along with his face. The students had done a wonderful job of fattening him up.

“Few things are better than a nice, indulgent meal,” Professor Rho said, patting his belly. “Too bad I can’t eat like that every day!” He laughed and jiggled, imagining the blob he’d become if he did. A pleasant thought, but only that. Perhaps he’d reconsider in a decade, and spend his forties as wide as he was tall. It was something to look forward to.