The tak-tak of chalk on a blackboard filled the classroom. After nodding off to the impromptu lecture on witch dietary habits, Professor Ursula assigned Akko the task of recounting the lesson. It was a long and arduous chore, trying to remember everything, and Akko knew she left stuff out. Surely, by the end of this, a hefty punishment awaited her; maybe polishing the school brooms, or collecting ingredients for the Potions 101 class? Another trip to the Forest of Arcturus hardly felt appealing.

"If Sucy wasn't assfat right now, she'd love collecting mushrooms. That witch would live in the Forest if she could, thought Akko. The brunette added extra wide hips to the witch she was currently sketching. Apparently, witches had magical reserves throughout their bodies, the biggest being their butts. No wonder Diana dripped magic out of every pore. "But I bet Sucy loved getting eaten even more."

Akko sighed as the chalk crawled across the blackboard. This was so stupid. She attended Luna Nova to learn magic, so she could entertain people & spread smiles across the world. Not learn from dusty tomes, or about weird witch traditions. Akko thought those fairytales about witches eating people were just that, stories. Why everyone treated this as normal was beyond Akko. She wanted to learn to fly on broomsticks & how to summon unicorns out of thin air, not about the intricate details the stomach and how it intertwined with a witch’s magic reserves.

With a sharp tak, Akko finished drawing the bubbly acid in a crude sketch of a stomach. She started listing the various parts of the gut. For some reason, Professor Ursula had gone quiet 10, 15 minutes ago. Akko projected her voice loud, in case her teacher fell asleep much like she did.

“Ok, I’m almost done redrawing the stomach sketch. I’m as familiar with a stomach as I’ll ever be.” Akko clicked her tongue. She joked about it earlier, but perhaps she really should transfer? Magical schools weren’t exactly cheap or easy to find, but anything was better than this. “Can I go now?”

Professor Ursula was deathly silent. Did she fall asleep? Glancing over her shoulder, Akko said, "Ursula Sensei? Earth to-"

When Akko turned her head, she was dumbstruck as a hand made of emerald magic seized her. Its grasp was gentle yet firm, holding her from the waist down. With a jerk, the magical hand yanked Akko off the ground and towards its wielder.

Namely, Jasminka Antonenko. Not an hour ago, Akko's classmate had devoured everyone in Magical Astrology, a total of 26 students. This included Akko's friends, Lotte and Sucy, as well as her rival and bullies, Diana Cavendish, Hannah, and Barbara. Now, Jasminka rested on a colossal cauldron of a belly, which happily churned whatever meat was left. Her cherubic face, wrapped in its usual serene smile, betrayed no malice or ill-will; Jasminka devoured everyone simply because she was hungry and witches were tasty. What's more, Jasminka's ass had positively exploded in size, until it eclipsed the bloated belly itself. Each buttcheek was bigger than a car, smoother than silk, and jigglier than jello. It wobbled with every breath, and beads of sweat rolled down the surface, soaking the paltry remains of Jasminka's torn panties.

"Sorry Akko, but Ursula Sensei is busy right now," said Jasminka, speaking in her sing-song voice. The Russian witch bit her lip with anticipation as the brunette drew near, her belly rumbling like it was full of dynamite. Any bones leftover from the digested students broke into pieces from the bubbly acid and powerful intestines. "Since you're clearly bored with the lesson, I thought I'd help out! Namely, by giving you a first-hand tour of a witch's belly."

Jasminka gave the gigantic gut a contented pat. Again, there was no insincerity in Jasminka's tone, no veiled hostility. The Russian Witch meant every word of it. She simply wanted to help her classmate, her friend, learn about magic. And if that meant savoring the scrumptious brunette's sweet-yet-sour flavor and grinding her in her guts, so be it.

Eyes wide, Akko beheld Jasminka’s corpulent gut. Although it had shrunk since the lecture’s start, the doughy ball of flesh was still large, bigger than a bed and spongier than angel cake. A faint bulge rested beneath the belly, smothered by its layers of fat. Familiar grunts came from the bulge, which until now were muffled by gastric churns.

Without being told, Akko knew who was Jasminka’s next meal. Trapped in the belly, Professor Ursula pushed against the mountain of meat, but the machine of digestion would not be halted. There came a slimy sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk, and with a yelp, Professor Ursula was pulled deeper into the intestines and out of sight. The belly bounced once or twice, making Jasminka’s body jiggle and her asscheeks clap together, only to settle down. A long, bubbly gloooooooooooorp echoed forth as the gut shivered like the taut skin of a drum. With that, Professor Ursula melted into gut chyme and become one with Jasminka.

“Bye bye, Professor. See you in class next week,” said Jasminka. The Russian witch let out a gassy belch, spitting out a pair of glasses soaked in saliva. The glasses hit the floor with a sharp twinkle, where they cracked at the frames. “You sure were feisty, but didn't taste like figgy pudding at all. More like... Creme Brulee? Light and airy with a nutty flavor, but not as sweet as I hoped."

Shrugging off her disappointment, Jasminka floated Akko closer until the witches were nose-to-nose. Jasminka licked her lips, the anticipation positively oozing out of her pores. “Oh well. What do you taste like, Akko? If I had to guess, mmm... maybe pickled plums? Oh, or Manju cakes! Their sweetness is subtle, but oh so happy!"

Akko stared at her classmate. Today was already crazy, it didn’t need to get crazier. While the magical hand held her legs fast, it didn’t prevent Akko from moving her arms. After some wriggling around, Akko pulled out her wand and held it aloft.

“Actually, I got a better idea!” Akko stuck out her tongue. “How about no!?”

With a twirl of her wand, Akko cast a spell & transformed into an elephant. As far as pachyderms went, the imitation wasn’t great: Akko was more an orange ball with stubby legs & oversized ears than an elephant. This expanded her size, however, forcing the magical hand wide, loosening its grip. Then, right afterwards, Akko turned into a mouse and slipped between the fingers.

Bouncing off Jasminka's belly like a trampoline, Mouse Akko hit the ground running and dashed through the door, leaving Jasminka to eat her dust.

“Sorry, Jas! But you’ve gone coco-loco with power! Before you eat anyone else, Imma gonna stop you… somehow!”

As Akko dashed down the third floor hallway with mousy speed, her mind raced frantically. What could stop Jasminka's binge? If the Russian Witch could nom professors like candy, her magic was clearly too strong to stop by normal means. Heck, even if Jasminka wasn't super-charged enough to split oceans, Akko wasn't sure she'd win a witch's duel; that girl had a lifetime's worth of magical experience, while Akko barely had a year of schooling under her belt!

"Maybe the Shiny Rod would work,?" thought Akko. Sure, it wasn't the most reliable wand, but it was Shiny Chariot's wand and Chariot could do anything! Akko knew three of the Seven Words of Arcturus, so that had to count for something. "I just gotta reach the Red Dorm, then everything will be fine. Not like that tub of lard can move anyways, not with that huge belly holding her-"

With an ungodly cacophony of splintering wood and stone, Jasminka smashed through the doorway to the Magical Astrology classroom. Her body, gut and all, was enveloped by emerald magic, which lifted her a solid foot off the ground. Like a lipid-layered zeppelin prepared for war, Jasminka floated after Akko with hungry intent.

"Oh, come on! Give me a break!" squeaked Mouse Akko. "Who taught her levitation magic!?"

“A-kko! A-kko! I'm famished for mouse burgers!” said Jasminka, slobbering at the mouth. While Jasminka didn’t float especially fast, she moved with the inexorable speed of a bulldozer. She would follow her meal, even if if meant tearing through mountains in her way.

With a twirl of her wand, Jasminka summoned two bottles of ketchup & mustard. Strings of red and yellow sauce shot at Akko like water jets, hitting her back & tail. A pair of hamburger buns then poofed into existence and clapped together, trying to trap her. With mouse-like agility, Akko dove through the buns like an Olympian crossing hurdles.

Eventually, the third floor hallway split into two paths, left and right. Akko skidded hard to turn right, but covered in slick sweet sauce, Akko slipped on her feet. The mouse skidded a few feet before hitting the wall with a hard thunk.

“Ouchie,” moaned Mouse Akko, clutching her head. The mouse exploded in a puff of smoke and returned to her human form, who had a small bump on her forehead. Shaking red and yellow sauce off her robes, Akko grimaced. “Ugh, it got everywhere. This is dry clean only, you know!”

If Jasminka cared, she didn’t show it. Halfway down the hallway, she steadily floated towards Akko and summoned another magical hand. It flew at Akko with terrific speed, its fingers outstretched like the Hand of God.

Before the hand could catch her, Akko dashed to the right. Mere inches behind her, the hand struck the wall, hard enough to splinter wood and crack plaster. It melted into a rain of emerald glitter, but as Jasminka rounded the corner and gently bounced off the wall like a balloon, she summoned a third hand.

Confident that Jasminka could keep up, Akko dashed as fast as her legs would carry her. On the way to the third floor stairwell, she past several students. Some faces were familiar, such as Rita and Elsa from History of Magic, but the others were blurs in the crowd. Over her shoulder, Akko shouted, "You guys should run! Like, right now! Jasminka is coming!"

Eyebrows raised, the students shrugged. "Uh, why should we care? It’s not like that fatass is Diana or a teacher. Why would she care if we're loitering in the halls?"

But all too soon, the giant-bellied witch loomed over the crowd, casting them into shadow. Cold chills ran down their spines as Jasminka smacked her lips hungrily and her belly rumbled.

"Mmm, what do you guys taste like?"

"Uh, not good?" Rita hazarded a guess as she gazed at the blubbery mountain before her. Jasminka was so massive that she couldn't even spot the Russian witch's face. All she saw was the pale orb of flesh that gurgled with a gastric burble, and all she felt was the heat that wafted off like a vaporous steam. And like a deer in headlights, Rita couldn't look away from this bubbly cauldron, until it consumed her whole world. "Er. Please don't chew too hard."

Immediately, Rita was plucked from the ground like a carrot and slurped down like a thicc noodle. The other students tried to escape, but they were entrapped by an emerald green hand. One after the other, the witches were popped into Jasminka's mouth like candy, forming round bulges in her throat before they disappeared into the spherical stomach. Rubbery sounds came as muscles stretched past their limit and the belly swelled in size once more.

"Well, I think you were wrong. You guys taste absolutely delicious," said Jasminka in a conversational tone. The screams from her meals were heavily muffled by layers of fat, so all Jasminka heard was the blorp blorp and glurk glork of her gut. Similarly, their struggles were heavily obscured, so only the faintest of handprints pressed beneath the skin.

Before Jasminka could finish devouring the crowd of students, a sharp voice cut through the air. The Russian witch turned, only to spot a certain beak-nosed teacher standing tall and proud. Behind her was Akko, who clung to the teacher's robes nervously.

"What in name of the 9 Olde Witches is going on?" said Professor Finnelan in a loud, disapproving tone. The teacher snorted loudly, hands on her hips. "Miss Antonenko! You are behaving in a most inappropriate manner!"

“Mmm?” asked Jasminka, as four more students dangled out of her mouth. The witches kicked their legs desperately, but with a hearty gwuuuuuuuulllp, they filled the glutton’s cheeks like corn dogs. A slimy sluuuuuurk ensued as the students slid down the throat with ease, forming a huge bulge in her throat. It was like Jasminka became part-snake, swallowing an antelope bigger than her head.

When the students landed in the gut with a watery sploooooosssshhh, Akko winced. By now, the acids were so strong that the students digested instantly, converted into a meaty slurry when they splashed into the goopy lake. Right after that, they were converted into fat, and with a rubbery bwomph, Jasminka’s breasts ballooned in size. The buttons on Jasminka's uniformed popped with enough force to embed themselves into walls and her uniform stretched until thread snapped and seams stretched, partly exposing the pink nipples beneath.

That wasn’t the worse of it. Like a 500 gigawatt battery, a huge spike in magical power burst from Jasminka, enough make the walls groan and floorboards crack beneath the giant gut. Emerald sparkles flew everywhere and people’s teeth rattled in their mouths. Akko swore she tasted magic on her tongue, and she struggled to stand in Jasminka's mere presence.

Even Professor Finnelan struggled to breathe, but she rallied magnificently. “You’re… eating students!? Ms. Antonenko, don’t you know that's against the rules-"

“Yeah!” said Akko, pumping a fist in the air. To think she’d see the day where she sided with Professor Finnelan.

"- without the proper attire? Why, just look at the state of your clothes!" Professor Finnelan shook her head in disappointment. "Kids these days! Don’t they appreciate modesty anymore? If you must eat students, put on the ceremonial robes! They're kept in my office, just for occasions like this!"

Jaw agape, Akko started at Professor Finnelan in disbelief. Did she bump her head harder during yesterday’s broom practice, or did everyone take crazy pills this morning? Witch tradition was one thing, but this was nuts!

Jasminka frowned slightly. She cast a glance over her clothes, which were stretched thin across her body. Pockets of fat peaked out of holes in her stockings and her chest was almost bare. Jasminka’s panties were a thing of the past, leaving her booty bare. As it was, the ass was so huge that it dug grooves into the walls, bending wood around it.

"Ah. I guess I didn’t notice." Jasminka shrugged and pointed her wand at Professor Finnelan & Akko. "I'll grab them when I can. But first, who's in the mood for custard pie?"

A beam of magic shot out of Jasminka’s wand. It wasn’t majestic & world-altering like the Shiny Rod's magic, or fancy & sparkly like Professor Ursula's magic. The beam was pure power, plain and simple. It hit hard and moved fast, that's it. If Professor Ursula's magic was a sword, swiftly cutting through targets with elegance, Jasminka's magic was the Hammer of God, come to strike down anything in its path.

As the emerald beam hurtled towards Akko, the brunette closed her eyes and braced for the worst. There came a thunderous crash and hissing sparks, and Akko flinched, half-expecting to be full of cream and made of pie crust...

... only to open her eyes and see she still had hands, feet, and clothes. Turning her head, Akko beheld an awesome sight: Professor Finnelan stood tall, wand aloft, and had cast an emerald shield. The shield held back the magical beam, and although it cracked in a few places, it remained sturdy.

As sweat rolled down her face, Professor Finnelan grunted with effort. "If you think... that's enough... to stop a Luna Nova alumni, you've got a lot to learn, Miss Antonenko."

With another grunt, Professor Finnelan increased the size of her magical shield. Its cracks vanished, and taking a step forward, the teacher pushed the magical beam back.

"Now its time... to take... your medicine..." said Professor Finnelan, stepping slowly but surely towards Jasminka. The Russian witch gasped, her expression of serenity melting away for once.

"Wow! You're holding your own!" Jasminka tilted her head to the side. "I do gotta learn more! Thank you, Professor..."

"Uh. You're very wel-"

Without missing a beat, Jasminka tilted her head to the other side. Whereas Professor Finnelan struggled with every step, the Russian witch hadn't broken a sweat.

"-But I'd prefer to learn from a nicer teacher. You're not a very sweet person." Jasminka chuckled, innocently enough. Her hand twisted slightly as the sparks flying from her wand intensified, burning like emerald fire. "But you will be, once I use more than 5% of my power."

Professor Finnelan stopped dead in her tracks. Fear flooded her eyes and her skin felt cold. Her old bones already creaked from the effort of standing her ground. This simple student, this mere child had even more power!?

"Y-You're lying!"

"Silly Sensei. I may be indecent, but I'm not a huge rulebreaker." Jasminka giggled. Emerald fire spat from her wand until it fell to the floor, setting the carpet aflame. "I never lie."

What followed could only be described as the wrath of God: the magical beam exploded with power, bursting forth with all the fury and might of a solar flare. It plowed through Professor Finnelan's shield, not so much shattering it as enveloping it whole, and it struck the witch full blast. It continued further, shooting across the hallway and through the nearest wall. And the wall behind it. And the wall behind that.

The emerald beam blasted straight out of the main school building, across the campus, over the Forest of Arcturus, and beyond. It soared far and wide, until the crystal blue skies of England turned a pretty shade of green. And from the library window of the Hanbridge Estate, Andrew Hanbridge pushed against the curtains and peered outside.

"Father? Have you heard of anything... strange happening at Luna Nova Academy?"

Paul Hanbridge, who sat in an overstuffed chair, flicked his newspaper hard and turned the page. His attention didn't shift from the newspaper even remotely.

"Don't trouble yourself with the nonsense those old-fashioned witches get up to, son." Mr. Hanbridge flipped to another page, looking for the Political section. Reelections were coming up in Parliament and while news was often fluffy garbage, it paid to know what the peanut gallery thought of current politics. "Besides, why do you care?"

"Oh..." Andrew closed the curtains and carefully made his way for the door. He already rummaged around his jacket pocket for a cellphone "No reason."

Back in Luna Nova, everything was custard. The walls were custard, the floors custard, everything. Everything that the magical beam had touched was turned into vanilla-flavored cream and flaky pie crust, which was golden brown and baked to perfection.

This included Professor Finnelan, who floated in the air as a human-sized custard pie. Save for her face, which was made of caramel drizzle, the teacher was wholly unrecognizable.

"... how undignified," said Professor Piellan.

Still enveloped in emerald magic, Jasminka floated over to the huge custard. Dabbing a finger in it, Jasminka popped the digit into her mouth. A high-pitched squeal escaped her as she shivered.

"Ooooooh, now that's happy flavor!" Smacking her lips, Jasminka raised the huge custard over her head, and opening her toothy maw wide, she dug into the delicious dessert.

Vanilla cream and pie crust spilled everywhere as Jasminka devoured the custard. Her cheeks swelled to contain the sweet treat and her throat bobbed up-and-down bite after bite. Hints of lemon and citrus tickled her tongue and filled her nostrils, pleasing every sense. And of course, Jasminka's gut grew with every chomp, melting with a satisfying sizzle in the acid pit.

"Mmm, oh, so good!" said Jasminka, moaning as her tongue rolled across her lips. Although trivial compared to her desire for scrum-dilly-icious food, Jasminka felt her magical power balloon further, until her fingers tingled with green sparks and she could sense leylines instinctively. Her hips grew wider, enough to smother dragons and extra jiggly, and her breasts grew like watermelons.

After popping the last bite of custard into her mouth, Jasminka dusted off the crumbs and slapped her hands clean. Then, and only then did she turn back to her original target.

"Oooooh, Akko! Sorry for the wait. Where were we?"

But Jasminka spoke to the open air. Not a soul remained in the hallway, not even a custard-ified Akko. Jasminka was alone.

Not that it bothered Jasminka one lick. Twirling her wand, the Russian witch turned the floor into melted chocolate and floated down to the second floor, looking for more delicious treats. She'd find Akko eventually, or the brunette would find her. For some reason, Akko seemed rather miffed with her, so surely they'd meet again.

For if Jasminka hated anything, anything at all in this world, it was fighting with friends. If she had the power, Jasminka would ensure the whole world was happy and everyone was friends and everyone was her food. What a perfect world that would be.

"Hmm... that gives me an idea..." muttered Jasminka, under her breath.

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Art by the decadent and devilish  delt
This drabble was written as a collabaration between myself and my friend,  neo232

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