Chapter 6: Fun and Games
Alex's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process the sudden shift in dynamics. Back in class, the sight of Davidson's ass growing bigger each week had been a constant source of distraction and curiosity for Alex. He had watched, fascinated and horrified, as the professor's pants struggled to contain his expanding girth, the fabric straining and stretching with each passing lecture. Now, as Davidson's weight pressed down on him, the reality of that growth was undeniable. He could feel every inch of it, solid and heavy, a testament to the professor's increasing size.
"Why?" Alex managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't understand why Davidson was doing this, why he was putting on so much weight, why he was talking to him like this.
But as his fingers continued to trace the professor's waist, feeling the softness of his expanded belly, the warmth of his skin, he couldn't deny the primal, carnal attraction he felt. It was wrong, so wrong, but it was also so exhilarating, so intoxicating. He could feel the professor's heartbeat, rapid and heavy, matching his own.
"Why, Alex?" Dr. Davidson repeated, his voice a low growl, his breath hot against Alex's ear. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making me feel this way?"
Alex's fingers paused, as if caught in the act, before continuing their exploration, tracing the line of Davidson's belt, feeling the softness of his belly pressing against it. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't understand why I'm doing this.
I can't stop thinking about you, about your body, about the way you're changing," Alex whispered, his voice raw with emotion. Dr. Davidson leaned in, his breath hot and heavy against Alex's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "You want to know why I'm gaining weight, Alex?" he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. Alex's heart pounded in his chest, his body tingling with anticipation. "Because it's driving you crazy, isn't it? The sight of my expanding ass in my too-tight pants, the thought of me getting even bigger, even more uncontrollable. It's turning you on, isn't it?" He punctuated his words with a soft bite to Alex's earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain down his spine.
"Alex, say it," Dr. Davidson demanded, his voice low and insistent. Alex swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as they traced the edge of Davidson's shirt. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew he should stop, knew he should pull away and run from the office, but he couldn't. Not with Davidson's weight pressing down on him, his body so close, so warm.
Alex's hand slipped under Davidson's shirt, the soft fabric brushing against his skin. The professor tensed at the sudden touch but didn't pull away. Instead, his breath hitched, his body vibrating with a mix of shock and arousal. Alex's fingers splayed open, feeling the smooth, warm skin of Davidson's lower back, the soft, sensitive flesh that was usually hidden away.
Dr. Davidson's lips brushed against Alex's neck, a soft, teasing touch that sent a shiver down his spine. Alex's breath hitched, his body arching slightly to meet the professor's touch, his hands moving to pull Davidson closer. Dr. Davidson's breath was hot and heavy against Alex's skin, his lips and teeth brushing against the sensitive flesh of his neck. Alex could feel the scratch of Davidson's stubble against his skin, the rough, raw sensation sending a jolt of desire through his body.
"You like that, don't you?" Davidson murmured against Alex's skin, his voice a low growl. "You like feeling my weight on you, my body against yours." Alex's breath caught in his throat, his body aching with desire. He couldn't deny it, couldn't lie.
His own body betrayed him as he felt Dr. Davidson's growing hardness pressing against his thigh. Alex's heart raced, his breath hitching in his throat as he realized the extent of the professor's arousal. He could feel the heat of it, the solid length of it, the undeniable proof of his desire.
Dr. Davidson's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as he ground himself against Alex, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't believe he was doing this, couldn't believe he was letting himself get carried away like this. But the feel of Alex's body beneath him, the warmth and the intimacy of it, was too much to resist. He needed more. He needed to feel every inch of Alex, to explore every curve and every line.
Dr. Davidson turned around abruptly, his eyes locked onto Alex's as he granted him a clear view of his expanding backside. "You wanted to see how fat I've gotten, Alex?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Here it is. Look at it." Alex's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. Dr. Davidson's once-trim frame had indeed grown broader, his ass rounder and more pronounced than it had been mere months ago. The khakis, already straining to contain him, were now pulled taut across his expansive rear, the fabric stretched to its limit. Alex's breath caught in his throat as he realized the extent of Dr. Davidson's transformation, a mix of awe and desire washing over him as he took in the sheer size of the professor's ass.
Before Alex could fully process the sight, Dr. Davidson reached out, his large hand cupping Alex's face. With that, he pushed Alex's face into the expanse of his ass, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him completely.
Alex let out a muffled gasp, the suddenness of the action catching him off guard. The scent of Davidson's body, warm and musky, filled his nostrils, and he could feel the professor's heartbeat, rapid and heavy, against his cheek. His hands, as if acting on their own accord, reached up to grip the professor's hips, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh.
"I'm so fat. My god, look how fat I got, Alex. Look at it!" Dr. Davidson exclaimed, his voice thick with a mix of awe and desire. Alex's eyes were wide with shock, the tight grip of the professor's hands on his face making it impossible to look away. He could see the flesh of Davidson's rear, the fabric of his khakis pulled taut, barely containing the professor's newfound girth. The sight was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the lean, trim physique Alex had once admired from afar.
"Fuck, Alex, say something," Dr. Davidson urged, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and arousal. Alex's mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events.
He felt overwhelmed, aroused, and more than a little frightened. But before he could fully grasp what was happening, his mouth opened, and the words tumbled out. "You're a fat blimp in these khakis. It must be so embarrassing for everyone to stare at your fat ass," he blurted out, the harsh words echoing in the small office.
Dr. Davidson's body tensed, his grip on Alex's face tightening for a moment before releasing him altogether. Alex stumbled back, his hand flying to his mouth as if he could take back the words. The office seemed to spin around him, the sudden silence deafening. He had crossed a line, a line that he hadn't even known existed until now. He could see the shock and hurt in Dr. Davidson's eyes, a raw, vulnerable expression that Alex had never seen before.
The professor's gaze seared into him, a mix of hurt, anger, and something else—something primal and dangerous. Alex's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he watched Dr. Davidson walk towards him, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, the room suddenly too small, too hot. Alex couldn't take his eyes off the professor, couldn't look away even as his body screamed at him to run.
Dr. Davidson stopped in front of Alex, his body towering over the student. He looked down at Alex, his expression a mixture of lust and anger, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Dr. Davidson's hand gripped Alex's chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met. "You think you can say whatever you want to me, Alex?" His voice was low, dangerous, a dark promise of the storm that was about to break. Alex's eyes widened, a flicker of fear darting across his face. He had gone too far, said too much, and now he was about to pay the price. He could see the raw, primal desire in Dr. Davidson's eyes, the hunger that threatened to consume them both. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I-I didn't mean it," he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. But Dr. Davidson wasn't interested in his apologies, not yet. He wanted to make Alex pay, wanted to show him the consequences of his words.
But he wanted something else too, something dark and twisted that he couldn't quite admit to himself. He looked at Alex, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and anger, a storm that was about to break. Slowly, he walked over to the student, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.
Alex's breath hitched as Dr. Davidson towered over him, the professor's large frame casting a shadow over his own. Before he could react, Dr. Davidson's hands moved to his fly, the zipper sliding down with a soft, ominous sound. Alex's eyes widened in shock as the professor's cock sprang free, rock hard and pulsing with desire. Dr. Davidson grabbed his length, stroking it slowly, his gaze never leaving Alex's face. "Oh yeah?
You think I'm a fat blimp, Alex?" Dr. Davidson's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes burning into Alex with a mix of lust and fury. Alex's eyes widened in fear, his breath hitching in his throat as he realized the extent of the professor's anger. He had pushed too far, said too much, and now he was about to face the consequences of his words. He could see the raw, primal desire in Dr. Davidson's eyes, a hunger that threatened to consume them both. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to apologize, to take back what he had said.
But before he could, Dr. Davidson's hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make Alex gasp. The professor's other hand still stroked his cock, the sight of it, hard and throbbing, sending a shiver of fear and desire down Alex's spine.
"You think I'm a fat blimp, Alex?" Dr. Davidson hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I'm pathetic? Is that what you think?" His fingers tightened around Alex's throat, cutting off his air supply just enough to make him squirm. "Say it, Alex. Tell me what you really think."
Alex's heart raced, panic setting in as he struggled to breathe. The room spun around him, the overwhelming scent of Dr. Davidson's cologne and the warmth of his body enveloping him completely.
He could feel the heat of his cock, pulsing and hard, through the thin fabric of his own khakis.
Alex gasped for breath, his head spinning as the grip on his throat tightened. He could feel the pressure building in his chest, his body aching for air. "I'm sorry," he choked out, the words barely a whisper. Dr. Davidson's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense and piercing. "I didn't mean it," Alex continued, his voice trembling.
Dr. Davidson's grip on his throat tightened, and he felt himself being pushed down, down onto the office floor. Panic surged through him as he realized what was happening, but he was powerless to stop it. Dr. Davidson forced him to his knees, the cool tiles of the office floor pressing against his skin. Alex's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He looked up at the professor, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Please, I'm sorry," he pleaded, but Dr. Davidson paid him no mind.
The room was silent, save for the ragged sound of Alex's breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as Dr. Davidson moved closer. Alex could feel the heat of the professor's body, the weight of his gaze.
He looked up, his eyes meeting Davidson's, and he saw the raw desire burning there. Before he could react, Davidson's hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his throat. Alex gasped, his body tensing as he felt the professor's cock, hard and insistent, brushing against his lips. His eyes widened, the reality of what was happening sinking in. He had gone too far, said too much, and now Davidson was making him pay. He could taste the musky scent of the professor's arousal, could feel the throb of his pulse against his lips. He wanted to pull away, to run, but his body betrayed him, lingering in the heat of Davidson's touch. The professor's grip on his hair tightened, a low growl escaping his lips as he pressed his cock against Alex's mouth.
"Open up, Alex. Take it like a good little boy," he commanded, his voice thick with lust and anger. Alex's mind raced, his body frozen in shock as he felt the heat and hardness of Davidson's cock against his lips. He hesitated for a moment, his mind screaming at him to push the professor away, to run and never look back. But the raw desire in Davidson's eyes was unmistakable, and Alex found himself drawn in, his body responding in spite of his mind's protests.
He tentatively parted his lips, the taste of Davidson's precum hitting his tongue like a spark. The professor let out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into Alex's mouth. "That's it, Alex.
Go on, tell me what a fat blimp I am," Dr. Davidson growled, his grip on Alex's hair tightening as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into Alex's mouth. "Tell me how much you hate it. Tell me how pathetic I am while you suck my cock like a good little boy."
Alex's eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate the professor's girth, the harsh words echoing in his mind as he choked down the length of him. He couldn't believe he was doing this, couldn't believe he was letting himself be used like this. But the raw, primal lust in Davidson's eyes was undeniable, and Alex found himself helplessly drawn in, his body responding to the professor's dominance in spite of his mind's protests.
He opened his mouth wider, the head of Davidson's cock sliding in, his hands gripping the professor's hips as if to steady himself.
Davidson's bulging fat pad bounced against Alex's face with each thrust, the professor looking down at him with a mix of lust and contempt. "How fat am I, Alex?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. His hips moved faster, his cock sliding deeper into Alex's mouth, the sound of his flesh against Alex's lips filling the small office.
Alex gagged, the thickness of Davidson's cock overwhelming him, but the professor didn't stop.
He gripped Alex's hair tighter, holding him in place as his hips moved, his massive body driving his cock deeper into Alex's mouth. Alex's tongue swirled around the head, a desperate attempt to ease the sensation, but it was no use. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe around the invading flesh. Davidson's eyes were locked onto him, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and cruelty. He wanted to break Alex, to make him pay for his words, and he was enjoying every second of it. "You're choking, Alex," he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. "You can't take it, can you? Just like you can't handle the truth about my body." He thrust his hips forward, his cock slamming against the back of Alex's throat.
It throbbed, hot and hard, a palpable pulse of lust and anger. The sensation sent a shudder down Alex's spine, his eyes watering as he struggled to take the professor's full length. He could feel every ridge and vein, the harsh texture of Davidson's arousal overwhelming him. The professor's grip on Alex's hair tightened, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into Alex's mouth with each thrust. Alex's gag reflex kicked in, tears streaming down his face as he choked and spluttered around the invading flesh.
Despite the discomfort, Alex could feel his own body responding to the raw, primal display of dominance. His cock, hard and aching, pressed against the confines of his pants, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive skin.
He watched Alex, the sight of the student's struggling form sending a thrill of dark pleasure through him. Davidson's eyes narrowed as he watched Alex's struggle, the raw, primal desire in his gaze intensifying. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that he was letting himself get carried away like this. But the sight of Alex on his knees, choking and gagging around his cock, was too much to resist. He wanted more. He wanted to see Alex squirm, to hear him beg for mercy. He wanted to break him, to make him pay for his words.
He gripped Alex's hair tighter, forcing his cock deeper into the student's mouth, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the small office. "You like that, don't you, Alex?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and anger.
Davidson's hips moved faster, his cock sliding deeper into Alex's mouth with each forceful thrust. Alex's eyes watered more as he struggled to adapt to the increased pace and depth, his gag reflex kicking in more frequently. The air in the room grew thick with the scent of their mixed arousal, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the small office like a dark symphony.
Despite the discomfort, Alex couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. The raw, primal nature of their encounter was unlike anything he had experienced before. He could feel the power dynamic shifting, could sense Davidson's desperate need to assert his dominance, to make Alex pay for his words.
"Say it, Alex," Davidson panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tell me how pathetic I am.
Tell me how much you hate my fat ass," Davidson ground out, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into Alex's mouth with punishing force. Alex's eyes watered even more, his nose rubbing against the professor's belly, the scent of him overwhelming Alex's senses. He gagged again, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a harsh, wet sound that echoed off the walls. Davidson's grip on Alex's hair tightened even more, his hips moving so fast that Alex could barely keep up. The head of Davidson's cock slammed against the back of Alex's throat with each thrust, the force of it making Alex's body jolt forward.
His cock, throbbing and aching with need, rubbed against the confines of his pants with every movement, the sensation sending electric shocks straight to his core. The raw, primal nature of their encounter was more than Alex could handle, his body responding in ways he never thought possible. Despite the discomfort, the pain, the sheer humiliation of it all, his cock was rock hard, begging for release.
Davidson's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into Alex's mouth. "Fuck, you're a pathetic little slut, aren't you, Alex?" he snarled, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "You love this, don't you? You love being used, don't you?" His hips moved even faster, his cock slamming into Alex's throat with brutal force.
" That's it, Alex. You love being used by a big fatso, don't you? You love it when I stuff my fat cock down your throat and use you like the pathetic little slut you are." His words sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through Alex's veins, his body responding to the raw, primal desire in Davidson's voice. He could feel the professor's massive body towering over him, the sheer weight of it pressing him into the cold, hard floor. He felt used, yes, but also exhilarated, his body tingling with a strange, dark pleasure he had never experienced before. The raw, visceral nature of their encounter was intoxicating, and despite the pain, the discomfort, the humiliation, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him.
The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Yes," Alex gasped, his eyes meeting Davidson's. The raw hunger in the professor's gaze sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and arousal that left him shaking. Davidson's lips curled into a cruel smile, his hips moving faster as he took Alex's admission as permission to go even harder. The room spun around Alex, his vision blurring as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace. He could feel his own body responding, his cock aching with desire despite the humiliation and discomfort. He tried to meet Davidson's gaze, to hold it, to find some semblance of connection amidst the storm of their encounter. But Davidson's eyes were wild, unfocused, lost in the depths of his own desire. Alex realized that he was truly alone in this, that Davidson was not seeking connection or intimacy, but only his own release.
As if to punctuate this thought, Alex felt the professor's body begin to shift and expand beneath his hands, his massive frame growing even larger, his belly pressing heavily against Alex's face.
Davidson's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt the sudden, inexplicable shift in his own form. The sensation was not unpleasant, but strange, as if his body was no longer entirely his own. He looked down at Alex, his eyes narrowing as he watched the student's expression change from one of fear and arousal to one of sheer bewilderment. "What the fuck?" Alex gasped, his eyes wide as he tried to pull away from the suddenly expanding professor. But Davidson's grip on his hair was too tight, his body too heavy, and Alex found himself pinned in place, his face now squished against the professor's rapidly growing belly.
His eyes widened in shock, the sudden expanse of flesh blocking his vision, his nose and mouth pressed against the soft, yielding mass. He could feel the professor's belly expanding, growing larger and larger with each ragged breath, the sensation both disconcerting and unsettling. He tried to pull away, to push himself off the professor's body, but Davidson's weight was too much, his grip on Alex's hair too tight.
"What the hell is happening?" Alex gasped, panic setting in as he tried to wiggle free. But Davidson's body was like a landslide, shifting and growing, pinning Alex to the spot. The professor's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body tensing and relaxing in time with his breaths. With each exhale, his body seemed to swell and grow, the sensation almost hypnotic in its intensity.
Davidson's eyes rolled back in pleasure, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as he felt his body stretching and expanding. Alex's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he watched the professor's massive form continuing to grow before him. He could feel the heat of Davidson's expanding body, the weight of it pressing down on him, pinning him to the cold, hard floor.
"Let me go!" Alex cried out, his voice muffled against the professor's rapidly growing belly. "Dr. Davidson, stop! What's happening to you?" But Davidson seemed lost in his own pleasure, his eyes still rolled back, his body shaking with the force of his transformation. Alex struggled to push himself free, his hands gripping the professor's hips as he tried to move him off.
But despite his efforts, his body betrayed him, his cock throbbing with arousal as he felt the sheer weight and heat of Davidson's expanding body. He was turned on, incredibly so, the raw, primal display of power and transformation sending electric shocks straight to his groin. The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating, and despite his best efforts to fight it, his body responded with a surge of desire.
He tried to push the thought away, tried to focus on the sheer strangeness of the situation, but his cock betrayed him, pulsing and aching with need. The heat of Davidson's body, the weight of it, the sheer primal power of his transformation was more than Alex could handle. He could feel his own body responding, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
As Davidson's body continued to expand, Alex felt a primal, feral instinct take over. He leaned in, his mouth finding the professor's rapidly engorging cock, and began to suck wildly. "You're so fat," he panted, the words escaping him like a mantra, a desperate plea that seemed to fuel his actions even more. "You're so fucking fat, Dr. Davidson. You're a fucking whale."
The sensation of Davidson's cock, now even thicker and longer than before, filled his mouth completely, leaving no room for anything else. The professor's body, now the size of a small elephant, trembled and shook with each ragged breath, his moans and groans echoing through the office like the distant rumblings of a storm.
Alex's heart raced with excitement, the raw, primal power of Davidson's transformation fueling his desire. He felt small, insignificant by comparison, a mere morsel against the professor's massive form. Yet, at the same time, he felt powerful, intoxicated by the sheer scope of his own arousal. His cock throbbed and ached, demanding release, as he leaned in and began to suck on the professor's now enormous cock with a fervor he hadn't known he possessed.
Davidson's body continued to expand, his belly now so large that it pressed against the walls of the office, the furniture scattered haphazardly around them. The room groaned and creaked under the weight, the very air seeming to thicken with the professor's presence.