Life, as far as Jasminka was concerned, was good. It was full of happy things, like food, magic, food, friendship and who could forget food? Every day, the plump witch awoke to greet the shiny sun, and every night, she slept in a cozy bed, dreaming of the next day’s delights. Preferably a hot fudge sundae and oodles of cake.

Perhaps this was a simplistic, even childish worldview. Jasminka knew her peers thought her an airhead. Nevertheless, the philosophy of Happyology saw Jasminka through times of tribulations, like when gum got caught in her hair, or whenever Jasminka was denied an extra pudding at the cafeteria, and she came out the other end a happier (and wider) witch. It spared her the chaos that followed in Akko’s wake, the Cavendish family drama, and ensured Jasminka ate well.

Very well.

Take today, for example. During another dull class of Magical Numerology, Jasminka ran out of snacks. There were no more cookies, the chap bag was full of crumbs, and the floor was littered with Chimeric Caramel wrappers. Jasminka sucked on her Emergency Stash of peppermints, but they didn’t sate her appetite. The pang of hunger lurked in the corners of Jasminka’s mind, and the longer the boring lesson droned on, the louder her gut growled.

“That, students, is how we apply- glurk plorp plorp- the Golden Mean to the St. Perlman Model, which- plorp slurp slurp- is the basis of 3rd Level Numerol- slurp glunk glunk.”

Luckily, Jasminka knew the answer. Her belly was empty and it needed filling. Preferably with something big and juicy. People were big and made of meat. Meaty dishes like steak were juicy. Ergo, people were food.

The logic in perfectly sound, but like any good student, Jasminka needed to test it. So she turned in her seat and smiled at her friend, Lotte Yanson.

The bespectacled witch glanced from her schoolwork. Jasminka’s grin was wide like always, but a foreboding, almost sinister aura hovered over the chubby witch. It felt like facing down a rampaging bull elephant in the middle of mating season. While her empathetic senses went wild like a thousand iron bells, shivers went down Lotte’s spine.

“Um, can I… help you?” Lotte leaned back as the chubby pushed into her space. Jasminka took deep breaths, sniffing the air like a dog. “You’re… scaring me.”

Jasminka’s grin grew wider, and a particularly loud, whiny guuuuuuuuurrrgggllleeeeee
escaped her gut. It weaved its way between Lotte’s ears and knocked around her noggin, disorienting the poor witch. Almost like she was struck like a Confoundus spell, Lotte felt weak in the knees and almost fell out of her seat. Mercifully, Jasminka caught her by the arm and pulled Lotte close.

In a warm, pleasant voice, Jasminka said, “You smell like Happy Flavor!”

Then, with the same innocent grin, Jasminka stretched her jaws wide. They stretched until the toothy maw eclipsed Lotte’s face, bathing her in shadow. Up close, Lotte saw strings of phlegmy drool drip from the roof of Jasminka’s mouth to the floor. Veiny muscles lined the jaws, and every taste bud was clearly visible on the fat, pink tongue. The throat walls swayed with powerful pulses, and the dark void in the back pulled on Lotte with the same dreadful inevitability of a black hole.

The spectacle was as beautiful as it was horrible, and with the sharp snap of a crocodile seizing its prey, Jasminka swallowed Lotte’s head whole. The bespectacled witch was instantly cast into darkness, and Jasminka’s lips formed a tight, fleshy seal around her neck. Lotte instinctively struggled, but her attempt was pitiful: the kaleidoscope of aromas that was Jasminka’s breath assailed her nostrils and nearly made her faint.

Not that Lotte could escape her fate. With surprising strength, Jasminka hoisted the bespectacled witch aloft until her feet uselessly pedaled the air. Lotte’s face left an imprint beneath the throat, highlighting her horror, before she slid deeper. Incredibly strong muscles squeezed her from every angle, nearly crushing the life out of the bespectacled witch. Her lens cracked and frames bent under the pressure, and Lotte groaned in pain.

“J-Jasminka! What are you doing!?” cried Lotte. She wiggled pitifully like a worm, which only hastened her descent. Soon her flat chest filled Jasminka’s mouth, who gnawed on the tender meat. “I’m not food. Please spit me out!”

If Jasminka heard her friend, she didn’t listen. Her insatiable appetite called louder, beckoning the plump witch to eat her fill, and Jasminka happily obeyed. She took minute to savor Lotte’s flavor, which was sweet like honey, yet soft like boiled carrots. The rich flavor and decadent texture made Jasminka’s mouth drool like crazy, which soaked through Lotte’s clothes and dribbled onto the desk. The caustic saliva burned black holes through the wood, so one could only imagine what it felt like against Lotte’s skin.

When Jasminka enjoyed Lotte’s flavor to the fullest, only then did she devour this one-of-a-kind treat. Her jaws stretched impossibly wide, and in three short gulps, Jasminka swallowed Lotte whole. The bespectacled witch landed in the belly with a thunderous, wet gluuuuuuuuunk and filled it beautifully. The gut grew round and massive like a fleshy balloon and smacked against the desk hard enough to split the wood. The swollen sphere of meat strained against Jasminka’s school uniform for a moment, only to bust her dress belt so hard that the buckle flew off. The brass buckle soared across the classroom like a bullet before it struck the blackboard, embedding itself into the brittle material.

While cracks split across the blackboard, chipping off flakes and ruining the carefully crafted runes written upon it, Professor Babcock turned sharply to her students. Her eyes locked onto Jasminka and glared at her bloated belly in particular. The pale orb fitfully bounced from side-to-side as Lotte struggled inside the dark pit, but it stretched like elastic, refusing an easy escape.

“Miss Antonenko!” said the Professor sharply. She waved a wand through the air, and with a glimmer of emerald magic, all the damages sealed shut. The belt buckle fell to the floor with a metallic clatter and the desk repaired itself. “Will you please be quiet?”

Wet, noisy gurgles escaped Jasminka’s gut. Muscles more powerful than a locomotive tightened around its prey, greedily clenching its snack. The behemoth belly shrunk, and Lotte found herself trapped in a sitting position. All she could do was weakly push against the stomach walls, which only covered herself in acid.

Grooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn… moooooooooooaaaaaaaannnnnnnn… guuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrgggggglllllleeeeeeee!!!

The noise was immense, enough to echo off the walls and rattle the glass in the windowpanes. The other students in the classroom stared in Jasminka in equal parts horror and frustration. Those closest to her sidled away while others huffed and adjusted their paperwork. The rumbles made the taut, smooth skin stretched across the belly to quiver and Jasminka rubbed it gently, much like a mother soothing a wailing babe.

Pointing her wand at the gluttonous witch, Professor Babcock continued.

“Honestly! Your growling gut is disturbing the class! Luna Nova may make accommodations for your magical malady, but it’s poor manners to interrupt everyone else’s education.” The Professor crossed her arms with a huff, then whipped back towards the blackboard. With chalk in hand, she jotted down more notes. Babcock was halfway through drawing a new rune when she spoke again.

“… that said, I’m pleased to see you’ve taken your Magic Culinary lessons to heart. If you can replicate this splendid example of the Eatus Morus spell on next week’s exam, you should pass with flying colors!”

With both hands gliding across her pale skin, Jasminka nodded along.

“Sorry, Professor! And thank you!” Jasminka’s belly swayed to-and-fro like a tugboat at sea as it swelled with acid. The water level climbed up to Lotte’s waist and the caustic fluid hissed as bubbles percolated up to the surface. In truth, the clamor was more at home in a chemical plant than a stomach. “I’ll eat something else… that should calm it down. At least ‘til lunch.”

Professor Babcock simply grunted and continued the lesson. Jasminka’s classmates eyed the plump witch with suspicion but didn’t immediately flee; she couldn’t eat them all, and that heavy gut would weigh her down. Only the smallest witches had reason to fear, so Constanze, Sola, and Irene cast spells upon themselves in preparation. And Lotte, trapped forever in her new home, whined fitfully as the last shreds of her clothes and dignity melted away.

“Wait, wh-what!?” shouted Lotte. She grimaced as her glasses melted off her face. “It’s already cramped in here! How much more can you fit!? And Professor!”

The belly bounced when Lotte threw her full weight against it. It didn’t accomplish much besides make the sweat-covered sphere slap against the desk with a short plap plap.

“Are you really okay with this? Jasminka ate me! Without a witch’s duel or anything!”

Without looking away from the blackboard, Professor Babcock said with a tired, almost bored tone, “Of course. If you couldn’t put up more than a token resistance, then why should I waste time teaching you? There’s over a dozen spells you could have used to stop this.”

The professor shrugged and shook her head. “Kids these days, honestly! I got devoured a dozen times in my youth and turned out fine! Just… prepare a revival spell or something! Must I do all the thinking?”

“But… but I don't have my wand! Jasminka ate me before I could grab it!”

Professor Babcock’s chalk stopped but for a moment. She sighed, then resumed her labor.

“… then you would have failed Magic Culinary class too. Perhaps when the Philosopher's Stone revives you at the semester's end, you'll learn to be better prepared? If not, repeating this semester should instill better instincts into that thick head.”

The belly rumbled, this time more ominously. It clenched its prey even tighter and grew so hot that steam rose off the sweaty surface. Tremors of pleasure rippled across Jasminka’s frame as did fat, and when she belched, the delicious aftertaste of her meal washed over her tongue.

“Thanks for the free meal, Lotte! I really- braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppp- appreciate it!” Jasminka patted her swollen stomach, which forced Lotte’s face between her legs. The bespectacled witch couldn’t move an inch or cast any spells, leaving her at the mercy of the green acids. “You're such a good friend. Now we can be- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrppppppppppp- happy together!”

“Jasminka? Jasminka, that doesn’t make any sense!” Lotte winced as the belly, already dark as pitch, grew even darker as the acid on obscured her vision. She wanted to fight, to struggle, but fate planned unkindly for the witch. Lotte was food, and that was that. “Professor, please save me! Professor? Profe-!"

Gurgle gurgle plorp plorp chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnn!!!!

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Art by the hospitable & hungry  hangrydemon
Commissioned as a birthday gift to the witch-obsessed weirdo,  delt. Stay horny, my friend!

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