Chapter 5: Break into Two
It's clear you've got both when it comes to this topic," Dr. Davidson had said three months ago, his blue eyes sparkling with encouragement. That day in his office, Alex had felt a spark of something more than scholarly interest, a connection that had lingered in his mind ever since. Now, three months later, he found himself standing in front of Dr. Davidson's desk once again, a printed copy of his paper clutched tightly in his hands. The room was filled with the scent of old books and the soft hum of the computer monitor in the corner, a familiar and comforting atmosphere that simultaneously made Alex's heart race with nervousness.
"I'm glad you could make it on such short notice, Alex. I wanted to give you some feedback on your paper before the semester ends," Dr. Davidson said, gesturing for Alex to take a seat.
As Alex sat down, he casually glanced at Dr. Davidson's rear end, now more accentuated in his fitted chinos. His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the curve and the way the fabric stretched taut, before he quickly looked away. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck, and he hoped Dr. Davidson hadn't noticed.
"So, what do you think?" Alex asked, attempting to distract himself from his wandering gaze by handing Dr. Davidson his paper. "I've tried to incorporate your feedback from our last meeting."
Dr. Davidson took the paper, his blue eyes scanning the title page before he looked back up at Alex. "Great, I'm looking forward to reading it. You've really taken the initiative with this topic, Alex.
It's impressive," Dr. Davidson said, settling into his chair and adjusting his glasses. Alex noticed that the professor's once-fitted chinos now strained against his thicker frame, the buttons pulled taut over his expanded rear end. The fabric looked ready to burst at any moment, a sight that both amused and concerned Alex.
He tried to keep his expression neutral, not wanting to draw attention to the change in Dr. Davidson's appearance."Thank you," Alex replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He knew better than to comment on someone's weight, especially his professor's. But he couldn't help feeling a mixture of concern and amusement at the sight of Dr. Davidson's overtaxed pants.
He leaned back, bracing himself against the desk's edge, and with a soft sigh, he sat down, his weight causing the flimsy student desk to creak and groan in protest. "Sorry about that," he apologized, "I shouldn't have sprung that meeting on you like this. I just wanted to give you some more personalized feedback before the semester's end."
Alex's heart skipped a beat as Dr. Davidson's rear end made contact with the desk, his khakis stretching taut over his well-upholstered backside. He swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the close proximity between them. He tried to focus on what Dr. Davidson was saying, but his mind was racing, distracted by the subtle shift in their dynamic.
He noticed Alex squirming in his seat, his eyes darting away from Dr. Davidson's desk. Dr. Davidson smiled, noticing Alex's discomfort. "You seem a bit nervous, Alex. Everything alright?"
Alex's face flushed, and he quickly looked down at his hands, fidgeting with the edge of his paper. "Yeah, I'm just—I'm just really hoping you like what I've written," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Davidson's smile softened, and he leaned back in his chair, his gaze warm and understanding. "Alex, I already know you've done a fantastic job. You're one of the most thoughtful and passionate students I've had.
Let's go to my office to discuss some specifics," Dr. Davidson said, packing up his notes and standing up. Alex nodded, gathering his own belongings and following Dr. Davidson out of the classroom. They walked down the familiar hallway, their footsteps echoing off the polished floors. Alex tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, but his gaze kept drifting to Dr. Davidson's backside, the fabric of his khakis straining with each step. He felt a pang of guilt for noticing, but he couldn't help it. There was something about the way Dr. Davidson carried himself, the confidence and ease with which he moved, that was incredibly appealing.
As they entered Dr. Davidson's office, Alex felt a sense of familiarity wash over him. He had been here many times before, but always for academic reasons. This time, however, felt different.
Dr. Davidson's ass looked ballooned out, cartoonish even, as he squeezed into his chair. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands fidgeting with the edges of his desk. Alex couldn't help but notice his professor's self-consciousness, a faint blush creeping up Dr. Davidson's neck. He quickly looked away, feeling a mix of amusement and concern.
"So, how have you been?" Dr. Davidson asked, his voice a little too cheerful, as if trying to distract from the sheer size of his posterior. He leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him, the action causing his chinos to stretch even tighter across his backside. Alex tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept wandering.
"I've been good, thanks," Alex replied, his own cheeks flushing with the effort of not looking.
Just then, Dr. Davidson's chair creaked ominously under his weight, drawing Alex's gaze back down to the source of the noise. He quickly looked away, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth despite his best efforts to keep a straight face. Dr. Davidson, however, seemed oblivious to the precarious state of his seat, his focus entirely on the paper in his hands. "You know, Alex, I've always appreciated your unique perspective on literature. It's refreshing to see someone so passionate about the subject," he said, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing the edge of the desk as he continued to read. Alex watched as Dr. Davidson's rear end shifted in the chair, the creaking sound growing louder and more insistent with each movement. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "Uh, thanks.
That means a lot to me," Alex said, trying to keep his eyes on Dr. Davidson's face. But as the professor began to read Alex's paper, he shifted in his seat, pulling at the waistband of his chinos. Alex's gaze was immediately drawn to the action, his heart pounding as he watched Dr. Davidson struggle to find a comfortable position.
"What's wrong?" Alex asked, trying to sound casual despite the thundering in his chest. He gestured to where Dr. Davidson continued to adjust his pants, trying to hide his discomfort.
Dr. Davidson looked up, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Oh, these old things just aren't as comfortable as they used to be," he said with a forced laugh, pulling again at his waistband.
Alex felt a pang of concern.
He knew he shouldn't be fixated on his professor's physical discomfort, but his eyes kept lingering on Dr. Davidson's futile attempts to alleviate the pressure on his expanding waistline. The sight was both comical and distressing, like watching a poorly wrapped present trying to hold itself together. "You know, maybe you should consider getting a new pair of pants. Those look like they're about to burst," Alex suggested, hoping to ease Dr. Davidson's discomfort without sounding too blunt. Dr. Davidson let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're right, I've just been putting it off. But you know how it is, finding the time to shop for new clothes when you're always grading papers and preparing lectures," he replied, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice.
Dr. Davidson looked down at his lap, his fingers tracing the hem of his chinos, a deep crease marring the otherwise smooth fabric. Alex tried to focus on the paper, but his mind was a whirlwind. He couldn't help but imagine Dr. Davidson stretched out on his desk, his hands bracing him as he pushed up against him, his body straining against the worn-out seams of his pants. The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to Alex's groin, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. "Anyway, enough about my wardrobe," Dr. Davidson said, turning his attention back to the paper. "Let's dive into your work. I'm really impressed with the depth of your analysis.
It's clear you've put a lot of thought into this," Dr. Davidson continued, his eyes scanning the pages.
Alex, trying to shift the focus away from his inappropriate thoughts, asked, "So, how much weight have you put on anyway? Your khakis look like they're really struggling."
Dr. Davidson looked up, a half-smile playing on his lips. "A bit too much, I'm afraid. It's been a busy semester, and I've been eating more than I should. But enough about me, let's get back to your paper."
He turned his attention back to the pages, but Alex noticed a hint of discomfort in his eyes. He felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up, but the question had been lingering in the back of his mind since he arrived. He quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Just then, Dr. Davidson stood up to retrieve a book from the shelf behind him, and Alex couldn't help but stare. The sight of Dr. Davidson's rear end, straining against the limits of his khakis, was even more pronounced from this angle. The fabric of his pants was stretched so tight that it looked as though it might burst at any moment, revealing the full extent of his enlarged posterior. Alex's mouth went dry, and he felt a surge of heat in his face. He quickly averted his gaze, but the image of Dr. Davidson's expansive backside was already seared into his mind.
Dr. Davidson turned back around, a copy of "The House of Mirth" clutched in his hands. He must have noticed Alex's sudden discomfort, because he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Everything alright, Alex?
You look a bit flushed."
Alex's heart hammered in his chest as he realized that Dr. Davidson had caught him staring. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine," he stammered, hoping his voice didn't betray his nerves. He fumbled with the edges of his paper, trying to find something to focus on other than the image of Dr. Davidson's strained khakis.
"You sure about that?" Dr. Davidson pressed, his eyes narrowing as he studied Alex. "You seem a bit...distracted. Is there something on your mind?"
Alex swallowed hard, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. He didn't want to admit that he had been daydreaming about his professor's rear end, but he couldn't very well say that out loud.
Dr. Davidson leaned in, concerned, his blue eyes squinting as he studied Alex's face. "Alex, you're not feeling lightheaded, are you? You're unusually quiet."
Alex's cheeks burned even brighter at the concerned expression on Dr. Davidson's face. He could feel the weight of his professor's gaze, and he knew that he couldn't maintain his cover any longer. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and finally admitted, "I'm just...I'm just a little warm, that's all."
Dr. Davidson's brow furrowed, and he reached out, placing a hand on Alex's forehead. "You don't feel feverish. Are you sure you're alright?
You're really flushed, Alex," Dr. Davidson said, his voice laced with concern as he studied Alex's face. Alex could feel the heat spreading up his neck and into his cheeks, making his whole face burn. He tried to brush off the professor's concern, but his voice came out shaky and uneven. "I'm fine, really. It's just a bit warm in here, that's all," he said, trying to wave away Dr. Davidson's hand.
The professor's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "Alex, if you're not feeling well, we can reschedule this meeting. You don't have to be stubborn about it," he said, his hand still resting lightly on Alex's forehead.
Dr. Davidson's eyes flickered to Alex's lips, noticing the way they were parted slightly, as if Alex was struggling to catch his breath. The sight sent a jolt through him, and he felt a sudden, unexpected stirring in his own body. He quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck, mirroring Alex's own reddened cheeks.
Alex noticed the professor's sudden intake of breath and the way his eyes darted away, like a guilty secret had been revealed. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with a strange, new sensation. He had never seen Dr. Davidson like this before—so unguarded, so…human. The realization sent a shiver down his spine, and he swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.
In that moment, as if sensing the shift in the room, Dr. Davidson took a step back, his foot catching on the corner of the desk. Before Alex could react, Dr. Davidson stumbled, his momentum carrying him straight onto Alex's lap. Alex's eyes widened in shock as he felt the sudden weight on his thighs, the unexpected intimacy sending a bolt of electricity through him. Dr. Davidson let out a startled "Oof!" as he landed, his arms flailing for balance. He tried to right himself, but the desk was too narrow, and his weight was too much.
In that split second, Alex's hands instinctively gripped Dr. Davidson's hips, bracing him to prevent a further fall. The sudden contact sent a jolt of heat through Alex, and he felt the professor's body shift against his own, the heat and weight of him pressing into Alex's thighs. Dr. Davidson looked down at Alex in surprise, his hands braced on Alex's shoulders for support. Their faces were inches apart, and Alex could see the shock and the sudden awareness in Dr. Davidson's blue eyes. He felt his own breath catch in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
Dr. Davidson's khakis, already stretched to their limits, finally gave way with a loud, embarrassing rip. The suddenness of the sound seemed to startle both of them, and they froze, their eyes locked on each other. In that moment, Alex felt a surge of heat between his legs, his body reacting to the unexpected closeness and the sudden reveal of Dr. Davidson's ample backside. He could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans, hard and aching, betraying his sudden desire. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Dr. Davidson, on the other hand, seemed to be in a state of shock. He quickly looked down, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened. "Oh my god," he muttered, his face flushing a deep red.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—oh shit," he stammered, his eyes darting between Dr. Davidson's face and the torn khakis. Dr. Davidson's cheeks were now a similar shade of red, his mouth agape in shock. "You got so fat," Alex blurted out, his mind racing as he tried to process what had just happened. The words escaped his lips before he could stop them, a horrified expression crossing his face as he realized the implications of what he had just said. Time seemed to stand still as the silence of the office was shattered by Alex's involuntary words.
Dr. Davidson's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "What did you just say?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's face turned a deeper shade of red, his eyes darting between Dr. Davidson's stunned expression and the torn khakis, as if willing the ground to open and swallow him whole. "I—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—I just—you got so fat," he stammered, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess of embarrassment and horror.
Dr. Davidson stared at Alex in disbelief, his cheeks still flushed from the unexpected turn of events. He had expected many things from his young, passionate student, but this was not one of them.
Dr. Davidson's eyes widened further, his breath hitching as he processed Alex's words, his hands tightening on Alex's shoulders in a reflexive gesture of surprise. "Alex, what—how dare you say that?" he said, his voice a low growl, barely contained. The sudden change in Dr. Davidson's demeanor was palpable, his shock giving way to something far more intense and raw. Alex's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. He had never seen this side of Dr. Davidson, this primal, almost feral response. He could feel the heat of the professor's hands through the thin fabric of his shirt, could see the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggled to maintain control.
Alex's breath hitched, his cock throbbing as he felt a jolt of desire mixed with fear. He knew he had crossed a line, but the intensity in Dr. Davidson's gaze only served to fuel his arousal, a dangerous and exhilarating combination.
Dr. Davidson's eyes burned into Alex, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can say that to me, Alex? Look at me. Look at what your words do." He pushed himself off Alex's lap, his hands leaving scorching trails on Alex's shoulders. Alex's eyes followed the movement, his breath catching as he saw the tear in Dr. Davidson's khakis, the skin now exposed, pale and soft. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a primal response to the sight of the professor's vulnerability.
His eyes darted between Dr. Davidson's face and the exposed flesh of his thigh, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Dr. Davidson's voice deepened, a low, dangerous rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through Alex's veins. "You think this is something to laugh at, Alex?
Is this funny to you?" Dr. Davidson's voice was sharp, a harsh contrast to the soft, sultry tone he had used earlier. Alex's eyes flicked up to meet Dr. Davidson's gaze, and he felt a jolt of fear mixed with a strange, thrilling arousal. He saw the anger in Dr. Davidson's blue eyes, the clenched jaw, and the prominent vein pulsing in his temple. He quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing a bright crimson, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe he had said that out loud, couldn't believe he had let his thoughts escape his lips like that. He felt a pang of guilt, but also a strange, dark thrill at the way Dr. Davidson was looking at him, the raw intensity in his gaze.
Dr. Davidson's eyes narrowed, a dark glint flickering in their blue depths. "You think that's funny, Alex?" he said, his voice a low growl, a warning of the storm brewing beneath the surface. "You think it's hilarious that my pants can't even contain me anymore?" Dr. Davidson's hands were still on Alex's shoulders, his grip now firmer, almost possessive. Alex could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of his shirt, could see the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggled to maintain control. He had never seen this side of Dr. Davidson before, this primal, almost feral response.
Alex's eyes widened as he saw Dr. Davidson's Adam's apple bob up and down, the professor's breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were coiled and ready to spring, like a predator about to pounce. Dr. Davidson's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur.
"You want to know how fat I've gotten, Alex? Let me show you." He sat down, not on the chair, but on Alex's lap. Alex's eyes widened in shock, and he felt an overwhelming sensation of Dr. Davidson's weight on him, the heat of the professor's body radiating through the thin fabric of his jeans. He could feel every curve, every inch of extra weight, pressing into him, making it clear just how much Dr. Davidson had expanded. The realization sent a jolt of desire through him, despite the predicament.
"Oh fuck," Alex breathed, his hands involuntarily gripping Dr. Davidson's hips, trying to maintain balance. The professor's body was solid, heavy, and unmistakably larger than before.
Alex felt a flush of heat as Dr. Davidson's weight settled onto his lap, the heat and pressure of it sending a shiver of desire through him. As if sensing Alex's shock and arousal, Dr. Davidson's hands moved from Alex's shoulders to his chest, his fingers brushing against the buttons of his shirt, sending a jolt of electricity through Alex's skin. Alex's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the professor's touch, the unexpected intimacy of the contact sending a wave of heat coursing through his veins. He looked up at Dr. Davidson, his eyes wide with surprise and desire, and saw a reflection of his own shock and arousal in the professor's gaze.
Alex's fingers, as if drawn by an unseen force, began to trace the professor's waist, feeling the softness of his expanded belly, the warmth of his skin. The sensation of Dr. Davidson's body, so much larger than he remembered, sent a jolt of arousal through Alex, his cock throbbing in his jeans, desperate for release. Dr. Davidson's breath hitched as he felt Alex's touch, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked down at the student's exploring fingers. He couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe he was letting it happen. But the feel of Alex's touch, the warmth and the intimacy of it, was too much to resist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Alex's ear, his voice a low murmur. "You like that, don't you, Alex?
You like feeling my weight on your lap," Dr. Davidson whispered, his breath hot and heavy against Alex's ear, his voice laced with a dark, intoxicating mixture of anger and desire. Alex's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his body responding to the professor's words despite his initial shock and fear. He could feel the heat of Dr. Davidson's body, the solid weight of him pressing down on his thighs, and the knowledge that the professor was right—he did like it.
He liked it more than he should. Dr. Davidson leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Alex's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "You think I'm fat now, Alex?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Just wait. I'm going to get even fatter. I'm going to gain so much weight that my ass will be the biggest in the world." He paused, his breath hot and heavy against Alex's skin, his fingers tightening on Alex's chest. "And then, you'll have no choice but to let me control your little dick."
Alex's eyes widened in shock at the bluntness of Dr. Davidson's words, the crude promise sending a jolt of both fear and arousal coursing through his veins.
Alex was about to respond, to tell Dr. Davidson that he had no idea what he was talking about, that he had gone too far, when the professor's weight suddenly shifted on his lap. Dr. Davidson let out a soft grunt, his hands moving from Alex's chest to his shoulders, steadying himself as he awkwardly tried to adjust his position. The sudden movement caught Alex off guard, and he felt his own body shift beneath Dr. Davidson's weight, his breath escaping in a soft "Oh" as he struggled to maintain his balance. Dr. Davidson's grip tightened on his shoulders, his knuckles brushing against Alex's collarbone as he tried to find purchase, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Shit, sorry, Alex," he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and apology.