Under any other circumstances, Principal Abacus Cinch would have been relegated to a bulge in Bug’s belly, like any other person foolish enough to cross the dour devourer’s path. Unfortunately for the grey glutton’s overwhelming urge to quench her voracious appetite by gobbling up the bothersome bitch who had trifled with her, reality would deny her the satisfaction of such a delectable dinner. The haughty head-teacher nothing but trouble for the slate snarfer from the second the women had met, as her uptight and nosey neighbour had been a perpetual thorn in Bug’s side, at seemingly every opportunity. Abacus’s position as head of the HOA making her even more unbearable, as it gave the overly high-strung and obtuse woman a feeling of superiority, as she seemed to purposely go out of her way to serve as an obstacle for Bug’s many plans and schemes to the point of pettiness.

Bug could only assume these calculated transgressions were because she bluntly refused to join the manipulative lady’s group of bored busybodies, though this most recent slight was enough to spur the mardy homeowner into action. This most recent transgression taking the form of a denial of her request she had put forward to the council in order to build a large outdoor vivarium to house her gollox, which though still a juvenile, had long since outgrown its tank, and the blobby beast had taken to squatting in the bath in her downstairs toilet. Of course, ever the cunt Abacus had immediately voiced unfounded and outlandish concerns, from possible noise complaints, to the glass enclosure being an eyesore that would disrupt her supposed halcyon suburban existence.

This had been the final straw for Bug’s already frayed patience, so she had decided to invite the more mature woman to a meeting involving tea and biscuits. The ruse taking the guise of making amends and settling their differences regarding the planning permission the grey glutton had put forward for her property, and as expected the ability to exercise even a modicum of control had been enough to lure the proud and pompous principal in hook line and sinker. When it came to her much overdue revenge though, the dour devourer had to be discrete, as it would be rather suspicious if Bug’s annoying adversary happened to disappear on the same day, she rocked up to town hall to pitch her case with a lively lady-shaped lump wriggling in her middle.

Not like that arsehole Abacus wouldn’t look good as a bulge in her belly, but in this case, it was only practical that one of Bug’s pets would be the one to partake in the galling educator. Bug would have a concrete alibi, and what was left of Abacus would be a sloshing soup slowly draining towards a creature’s colon by the time she got back home. All it took were a few drips of a powerful paralytic in her drink, and after a smug sip, a smirking Bug was soon stripping the arrogant headmaster of her formal outfit, ready to be introduced to the innards of the doughy amphibian she had made such a fuss about.

Abacus murmuring some sort of slurped protest against her unceremonious treatment, but with the poison pumping through her system her naked form was little more than a helpless heap on the floor. The entire affair humiliating and degrading, just as Bug intended, as Bug handled the quivering woman with all the grace of a succulent slab of curvaceous meat. Her groping fingers gauging every inch of her much-detested neighbour, as she took stock of the quality of the feminine grub, she was giving her gollox with a perverse curiosity. Bug’s palms kneading across the squishy expanse of the principal’s plump posterior, which seemed to possess the same ample appeal as the mammaries she had massaged moments earlier, as Abacus could only meekly twitch in retort for each molesting violation.

The cupping caress of Bug’s hands gliding over the whimpering woman, as with a series of goading prods she tucked Abacus up into a tight fetal position, ready for her short trip down the tubby toad’s accommodating throat. The frog’s female food bleating all through the intimate inspection, though Bug bared it no mind, as like always she cared little for the bitter harridan’s unwanted opinions. The woman already relegated to a squirming snack in her eyes, as Bug just hoped the dour woman’s naturally drab flavours were not too starchy or stale for her frog’s not-too-picky tastes. The rosy smell of Principal Cinch’s perfume enough to draw the creature in, and no sooner had it seen the offering laid-out before it, did the dim creature open the salivating expanse of its cave-like maw in order to receive its reward.

Bug cradling the folded-up Cinch like a meaty joint of gammon, as without any fanfare she began to feed the weakened woman into the waiting maw. The dour devourer easing Abacus forward, as the Gollox enveloped the trembling teacher’s entire upper body with a single oozing swallow. The tubby tetrapod letting out a ruminating ribbit, as it savoured the slightly floral tang of Abacus’s opal skin, as in the space of seconds the schoolmistress was reduced to a pair of bare buttocks languishing between the gollox’s gummy lips. Bug getting one last glance at the supple derrière, somewhat envious that she was not the one guzzling it down, even if she knew that in order to appear impartial, she could not be the one to ingest that irritating if tempting tooshie.

Abacus’s tense pucker pinching the air between her shivering buns with a nervous nibble, as based on how the round rump was starting to shiver, it seemed that the sedative was beginning to lose its potency. The half-wolfed-down woman’s toes and fingers beginning to weakly twitch, though by now it was too late for the powerless principal to prevent her looming digestive destiny. The gollox simply tilting its broad head backwards, and relaxing its gullet, as with Abacus’s juicy body held perpendicular to the ground, so that it might use gravity to assist in sending her down. The frictionless chute of the oesophagus dilating, as without mustering an ounce of energy, the gollox allowed Abacus to slide into the sour sack of its stomach in a fluid trickling motion.

The voluptuous lump the buxom bump of Abacus’s body bundling up beneath the gollox’s gelatinous skin, as with a worming undulation the frog forced her entirely into the churning dampness of its now bloated gut. Bug’s slowly stroking the swollen stomach, as she made sure her pet’s packed-away prey had settled nicely into her tart tomb. The simulacrum of Abacus’s protein-rich physique clearly visible through the distended hide, as the outline of its effeminate meal created an attractive protrusion in the amphibian’s midriff. A grumbling gurgle groaning out of the overstuffed gastric chamber, as it geared up to process its nutritious passenger into a more uniform paste of her more usable base components. Bug giving the shapely swelling in the gollox’s tum a reassuring pat, before she left it sleep of its damsel dinner, confident that the stewing slut would be a bubbling chyme pumping through the beast’s intestines by the time she got back from what was now sure to be a successful meeting……

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After being trifled with for the last time, Bug introduces Principal Abacus Cinch to her gollox's digestive tract, where hopefully the annoying woman's nutrients can help the adolescent amphibian grow up big and strong...

My one-hundred-and-thirty-first sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Abacus Cinch being guzzled down by a juvenile gollox.

This image of a growing gollox was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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