Extra Credit (NSFW)

Extra Credit, Part 1

Dizz leaned forward in his chair, grabbing his English essay out of the professor's hand, and slowly turned it over, being greeted by a large "68" circled three times over in red.

"Ah fuck", he sighed and slumped in his chair, dropping his head back. Dizz had read that Professor Gordon tended to be a light grader, but the bull seemed to have a vendetta against him. The hyena had been averaging a solid C- in the course, but this definitely dropped him down to a D, maybe even a D-.

"Dizz, I'm honestly disappointed in you. Again." Gordon peered down at the hyena from over his snout. "Let me guess: you left the assignment until an hour before class? Please remember that I offer assistance," he pointed towards an advice jar full of candy on his desk, "in exchange for a reasonable price." Dizz rolled his eyes.

"Ya sure do, fuckin' bloated cow..." the hyena muttered. Professor Gordon growled and shook his head, deciding it wasn't worth the effort, and continued to hand back exams. The minute class released, Dizz made a dash for the door and went straight to his dorm room. He took out his frustrations online, making nasty posts about his professor before eventually grabbing dinner with his friends at the dining hall.

The rest of Dizz's evening carried on normally – classes were begrudging attended and snarky tweets were sent – until finally he was free of the mundanity of higher education. Thursday night at the local bar, Marty's, meant discount drinks for students, and he had been looking forward to drowning his annoyance in some cheap brews since he woke up. After a quick text to his friends, Dizz set off, hoping to get a few drinks down before the crowd picked up and he'd be elbow-to-elbow with Freshmen flashing fake I.D.s.

As Dizz entered, the bar was dead, save for a few regulars in the back, so he put in for two drinks and opened a tab before swinging by the free nacho stand and loading up, and made his way to a small, attached room. It wasn't long until his phone buzzed: two of his friends cancelled. Apparently, Friday's exams were more important. Dizz rolled his eyes and downed the first drink, letting out a loud belch. The second one follow suit, and another buzz of his phone signaled the disappointment of his last friend canceling for a "study session" with his girlfriend. Dizz grunted as he reached for the nachos and let another belch fly, already starting to feel bloated. Noting that the bar was slowly starting to fill, Dizz got up and ordered six more drinks, hoping he'd get drunk before any alcohol poisoning set in.

Upon returning to the room while carefully carrying the drinks, Dizz was both surprised and annoyed to see his English professor, Gordon, sitting in his booth while sipping on a dark, red ale. Gordon flashed his brows, equally surprised, as he lowered his glass.

"Dizz? Oh, wait were you sitt-"

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?! This was my booth; I even left my trash here to show it was taken!" Dizz slammed the drinks down and motioned towards the cheesy remains of his snack. Gordon merely chuckled.

"No surprise there with you kids. Expectin' everyone to clean up your messes..." the bull sipped his drink, making it clear he wasn't leaving, and gestured at the drinks Dizz had placed down. "Expectin' company or havin' a rough night?"

"Does it matter?" Dizz sighed and slid into the booth. Despite Gordon being one of his least favorite professors, a small part of him was happy to have someone to talk with, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he only took Gordon's class because he thought the professor was rather attractive. For a big guy. "They're for me, I'm havin' a bit of a day, as you can imagine..." The hyena pointedly narrowed his eyes at Gordon.

"Six for a small guy like you? Surely, I can't be the only one to blame then."

"Well, we all can't be fat fucks like you, huh?" Dizz blurted out, he could feel the anger inside starting to well. To his annoyance, Gordon merely slapped his gut and laughed.

"Hey, watch it kid, this tank has battled its fair share of kegs. Believe it or not, I used to be built like you..." Dizz rolled his eyes and started on one of the drinks.

"Whatever gets your cock hard, you fuckin' fat ass cow." Gordon's face twisted a bit and Dizz finally felt a glimmer of happiness, getting under the professor's skin. "I'm surprised you can even find shirts that button over that bloated gut of yours, let alone-" Gordon stood up and slammed his fists on the table, startling the hyena, and was silent for a moment as the bull slowly sat back down.

"Ya know, Dizz, there's a reason those beers are cheap. It's the shit Marty serves broke kids like you, so he doesn't lose out on money." Gordon gave a large, toothy grin. "I happen to know Marty – intimately – so I happen to have access to, well, the good stuff." Dizz lowered his drink. He was sure the professor was pissed at what he'd been saying, but now it almost felt like he was making Dizz an offer.

"You two are fuckin'?" Dizz raised an eyebrow, hoping to get one more rise.

"Call it what you want. The point is, how about I treat you for the, what was it- 'bit of a day' you've been havin'?" The professor had a slight tilt to his head and offered a polite smile.

"...what's the catch?" Dizz replied, feeling skeptical. Gordon pointed at his drinks.

"Finish those first." Dizz groaned, looking at them. "What, too much? That's fine, you-"

"No, no!" The hyena interrupted. He didn't waste another minute and began chugging. The beers were starting to fill him up and he cursed the nachos from earlier. As he started the second to last drink, Gordon got up, informing Dizz that he was putting an order in. He returned shortly with four drinks and Dizz's credit card as the hyena slammed the last glass down.

"Figured I'd close your tab for you. Looks like you got all six down, how're you feelin'?" Dizz shut his eyes and put up a finger, his other hand massaging his bloated gut. He responded with a loud belch, causing Gordon to chuckle and push two of the drinks his way.

"Wassdis now?" Dizz swayed slightly as he wrapped a hand around one of the glasses. "Moooore drinks fuuur me? Don'mine iff-a do..." he grinned at the bull before starting on the first. His head was spinning from the eight drinks he had prior, but there was an immediate difference with this one. It was smoother, almost like silk, but it had a warmth to it that made Dizz's mouth tingle slightly. He drained the glass quicker than he anticipated and fell back in the booth, gently massaging his stomach. As he looked down, he was stunned to see his cream-furred stomach was completely bare, bloated to the point that his shirt couldn't keep it covered. "W-whadda fuck?" He slowly made eye contact with the professor, whose smile had turned dark, and helplessly watched as the bull made his way to Dizz's side of the booth and pinned him against the wall. Gordon picked up the next drink, his massive hand wrenched the hyena's mouth open, and he began to pour.

"Well, you seemed so fascinated with my gut, that I figured I'd let you try the experience first-hand. I had Marty add some bloat powder..." the bull placed a hand into Dizz's belly, feeling it swell outwards like a balloon. "I was only gonna make you drink one, but now I'm curious to see how you'll look after all four are gone..." Dizz could do nothing but whimper. At least the experience wasn't too horrible – it was no lie that the drinks were top grade, and despite the pain of his swelling gut, something about seeing his professor become so dominate was making the hyena hard. Dizz's mind snapped back into focus as the flowing liquids stopped; the pressure in his stomach was immense, and with a tug, Gordon managed to pop the hyena out of the booth. Dizz's drunken gaze wandered down and he chuckled as he patted his swollen belly, now the size of an overinflated beachball. Gordon's strong hand wrapped around Dizz's wrist as he was all but rolled out of the bar. He could hear gasps and exclamations from the other bar-goers, but the attention only made him hornier, and he hoped the professor was taking him somewhere for a more private "tutoring" session.