The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 24

I yawned before opening my eyes. Shoving my glasses on my face, I swung my legs to the side of the bed.

"ompf"

Something hit that was tender. I reached down and found an enormous lump. Panic burned the last of the sleep from me, and I hurried to stand before my mirror. I was completely back to normal with one exception. My balls had not shrunk back down, and they now hung comically enlarged beneath my normal sized penis. I touched them gingerly; they were swollen and hard to the touch, and the touch seemed to stir an ache inside them.

At that instant, the doorbell rang. My mind raced, and then I remembered that Bret would be stopping by at noon for his shot. My eyes found my bedside clock and a green 12:04 stared back at me.

frantically, I snatched my bathrobe off a hanger and wrapped myself up. I moved through the house and down the stairs as best I could, my balls swinging like a pendulum between my thighs. I stumbled towards the door and unlocked it to reveal my old bully and current biological hostage filling up my doorway.

Bret's eyebrows raised at the sight of me, "Um, is now a bad time?" he pointed his thumb over his shoulder, "I can come back?"

"No, no," I waved him inside. "You are due for your dose, you shouldn't miss it." Bret hesitated, then walked in past me to the kitchen. I went to my lab to grab my kit, and then joined him at the table, walking with my legs apart as far as possible.

"How have you been feeling?" I asked, gingerly sitting down and unzipping my kit.

"I've been good," Bret began, watching me fumble. "I've actually lost weight without doing anything. I still get my dinner from the mall, but last week I got a smaller uniform for work."

"That's great. Damn, I forgot something," With my hands full of supplies, I stood up to turn to walk back to my lab when my bathrobe sash caught on my chair and was pulled out of its loops. My robe swept aside like a curtain to reveal the flesh colored bowling balls I'd been trying to smuggle.

"HOLY FUCK!" Bret, who'd been leaning on his elbows on the table was suddenly straight back in his chair. "What the fuck happened to you!?"

I hastly dropped my stuff on the table and retied my robe.

"Dude!?"

I hesitated, "I tried the serum on myself yesterday." I slowly replied, "I was as big as Bubba. Then I woke up about 5 minutes ago, and found that while everything else had shrunken back down, these," I waived at my groin, "Have not."

Bret was watching me with a strange look in his eyes. His gaze swept from my head to my legs, and from my knees to my groin. His eyes finally came to rest on my crotch."

"Have...you tried?" he made a grip with his hand and moved it up and down.

I shook my head, "Nothing yet. Like I said, I just woke up and I have to give you your dose. Here."

I waddled to my lab and got what I needed. Quickly, I injected Bret and slapped a bandaide on his arm.

"Ok, you're all set." Gingerly, I got up from the table and went to start my coffee. "You're good for another month, month and a half. Let me know if this works, and I may be able to send you home with a dose so we won't have to see each other-"

"Do you need some help?"

I blinked. Slowly, I turned around to face my old bully, "What?"

"With...you know...those." Bret swept a finger towards my groin.

"No," I said. "I'll manage."

"I think I might be able to help."

I watched Bret as he sat there very still, suddenly unsure of what he was about to do.

"Look," Bret stiffened, and he sounded like his old self, "I'm depended on you, and I need you in your best of health. If you get sick or something, then what the hell will happen to me?

He never made eye contact with me while he said it. I wasn't sure if there was anything more behind his offer, but my balls were aching and swollen.

"Ok, yeah." I said, putting some effort to make it sound genuine. "It is in your best interest for me to be at my best. You're right. And I could really use your help right now, so I can continue to help you."

Bret smiled at that, and was up in a flash. He crossed the kitchen to me as I undid my robe and let it fall open. He crouched down to hover on the balls of his feet, staring at my groin.

"You ok down there?"

"I'm not the one smuggling 10 pounders," Bret replied. he cautiously extended a hand underneath, and I could feel him lifting them up. "Got these are heavy,"

"I'm well aware, thanks."

"Don't get pissy with me, I'm trying to help."Bret moved his hand up to my dick and gave it a little tug.

"Oh God!" I cried, as the feeling rose instantly to the surface, "I'm gonna cum!"

Bret stood up and looked around in a panic. Spotting a mixing bowl in the drying rack. he grabbed it just in time for my first burst. It splattered hard and made a 'ting', quickly followed by the second. My hand found Brets shoulder and gripped it hard as wave after wave, pulse after pulse the pressure was released from my boys.

Finally, my balls were relieved and the bowl was filled to within an inch of the rim. Bret was crouched below, holding it with two hands, a smattering of white splashed across his face. Silence filled the kitchen. Slowly, Bret stood up and placed the bowl on the counter.

"See ya later."

Bret was out of the house before I could thank him.

"He's gay."

"You think."

"Boy, he's gay and he wishes your dick was in him this morning so that monster load could have fill him like a water balloon until he looked 9 months pregnant."

"And thank you very much for that image." I took another sip of soda and shifted next to Bubba on my couch. He had shown up  about an hour after Bret left with food and to check up on me. I had reminded him that I may sleep in as this was my first time experimenting with my serum and antidote. Hell, I had warned my boss I was feeling a little down and may miss the first day of classes back, just in case my recovery nap became a coma.

"Yep," Bubba took a sip from his weight shake, one arm wrapped around my shoulders as I snuggled in his armpit. "Boring old story of boy growing up realizing he's gay, parents and society tells him its bad, he feels bad and takes out his feelings by bullying others as well as a boy he develops feelings for." He shook his shake a little, "Not even Netflix would make that movie."

I chuckled. I looked down and my hands holding my soda. 24 hours ago, it would have looked a lot smaller in them.

"Being big is....nice." I started slowly. I looked up at Bubba and waited for his response. He just sipped his shake and held me a little tighter.

"It's," I searched for the words, "It's just a feeling, ya know? But I'm not sure how I feel about being big myself."

Bubba nodded slowly and continued to hold my shoulder with one arm while he swirled the last of his shake with the other.

"I guess something in me just enjoys being dominated by guys bigger than me. I like bigger guys, but I have to be small to like them. Does that make any sense?"

Bubba's voice was gentle and understanding. "Yeah. That makes sense. Sometimes you need someone to take control when it feels like everything else is out of your hands."

I thought about what he said for a moment before nodding slowly. That was it exactly — I needed to give up control sometimes if only so that I could feel secure in knowing that there were people around who were willing to help me out if things got too hard or scary or overwhelming for me to handle on my own.

"Thanks," I said.

"Now for people like me," Bubba tipped the last of his shake into his mouth. "We like to be in control for the sake of control." he waved his shake over himself. "This is proof that I have control over my body. I control what I eat and I control what I tell my body to lift. Whether or not I can lift it," He gave a sly smile, "I'll let you know when I find out, 'cause everything I've wanted to lift has come off the ground." He gave two quick Woof's to celebrate.

"Sure does, boy." Bubba tipped the last of his shake in his mouth. He reached down and picked up a burger "But I gotta say, I found you sexy when I was looking you in the eye."

I blushed, not sure how to respond. Bubba just smiled pulled me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine as he leaned in close.

"See, I like being the biggest guy," he said, looking down at me, waving his half eaten burger around. "I like being in control and knowing that I have the power to take care of someone smaller than me. But I also like guys who are big, 'cause that signals to me that you're strong yourself, and If I can be bigger and control someone strong." He squeezed my shoulder gently. "what does that say about me?"

I nodded. "It's says you're in control of something strong."

Bubba finished his burger and licked his fingers. "Now. Let's see it."

"see what?"

"Your pickle and eggs, boy. They were huge this morning and I need to make sure that they are ok."

Before I could protest, Bubba had pushed the coffee table back with his boot and was on the floor in front of me. With one hand, he undid my belt and ripped my pants and underwear down at once. My hand gripped the couch cushion as his massive hands wrapped around one of my thighs.

"hmmmm," Bubba stroked his goatee, staring directly into my crotch with a serious face. "Everything looks ok to me," He leaned in close and inhaled sharply, sending a chill through my body as the moving air grazed my delicate skin.

"Smells ok, " he poked and prodded, moving things around to feel. I could feel myself growing in response to such a touch.

"Feels ok," He grunted. I could feel a small drop of precum gather on the head of my penis.

"Now all that's left is the taste test." In one fluid motion, his face shot forward all the way down to bury himself in my crotch.

"Oh fuck!" I let out a cry as I could feel the sensations of his mouth and nose enveloping my entire head. My hips bucked forward, pushing more and more of me in as he moved his mouth and tongue to envelope me. His head bobbed up and down, tongue rolling over my shaft.

"Mmmmmmm!" he hummed.

Even with all that I had cum that moring with Bret, I still felt the orgasm comming swiftly. Both my hands on Bubba head to warn him, I pumped a couple more times before holding him down( More like Bubba let me hold) and feeling my dick explode in his mouth. After a minute, Bubba reared his head back up to my face.

"Tastes the same boy, I give you the all clear." I smiled back at him.

Bubba asked if I wanted him to stay over tonight, but sleep suddenly seemed much more important right now that I have a full school day tomorrow, so I thanked him again before bidding him good night and shuffling off towards my bedroom. As soon as my head hit the pillow, exhaustion took over and I was asleep within minutes, still thinking about how nice it felt to be comforted by someone bigger than me.