The Giant of Bright Tower Chapter 22

The snow stuck around for the next few weeks, and Bright Tower took it in stride. No stranger to blizzards, the population knew to only risk the cold for absolute necessity and to accomplish as much as possible with each trip. Citizens knew this was just a part of winter, and with more people working from home and so many TV streaming services, everyone wrapped themselves in blankets and stayed busy or distracted without venturing outside.

Bubba drove us in his truck carefully on the empty road. He turned slowly into the Bright Tower mall as they hadn’t even bothered to plow the back parking lot and by the number of visible tracks in the snow they had made the right decision. Both Bubba and I relaxed at the entrance to the garage as the tires hit open concrete. Turning around the bend, he stopped at the metal doors.

I shivered as I stepped out, “It’s freezing out here. I really hope the slurry isn’t frozen.”

Bubba started grabbing a five gallon water jug from the back. “Quit your worryin’, it’ll be fine.” I dug in my coat pocket for the key. I pressed it into the cold metal lock and opened the door. There was the usual moment of seeing the large open space before the warmth of the room caressed me as it rushed to leave the room.

“Oh thank God it’s warm.” I rubbed my hands together, “They did add the air condition to the space.” I opened the door wider to allow Bubba to walk through. He did so carrying four big blue water jugs, two under each arm.

“O that feels nice.” Bubba crossed the room to the first green tank and set the jugs down, and turned to get the rest. I had hooked up the hose to the spout and was halfway through filling the first jug by the time Bubba brought the next four jugs. Apprehensive, I watched the slurry fill the jugs, its color changing to a dark orange through the blue plastic. Stopping just where the jug narrows, I slip a cap on and Bubba whisks it to the truck as I started on the next one.

Is this all gonna fit in me?I ponder

“Yes boy, we’re gonna need all this.” Bubba said, as if hearing my thoughts as returned with the last two empty jugs. “The hunger is really somthin’.” I capped the next one and he grabbed it. “You feel the food going down, and yet the hunger pains never go away, even as you feel the food hitting your stomach.”

I had filled and capped one and started on another as Bubba returned. “Still, this is literally, not figuratively, literally more than my body weight. Actually, scratch that, its over twice my bodyweight.”

“The hunger, boy. The hunger.” Bubba caressed his beautiful belly, “It’s like nothin’ I’ve ever felt. To reach that escasty of being hungry and eating, always satisfying yourself. It’s……” Bubba trailed off with a glazed look in his eyes.

“Sounds…nice?” I kept my eyes on my current jug as it neared full. “Still, I’m nervous.”

“Nothin’ wrong with feelin’ fear, boy.” Bubba rubbed his hands together, “It’s all about what you do with the fear. It’s about seein’ that bar with all that weight on it and wonderin’ if maybe it’s too much. Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Victor had returned from winter break the Friday before classes started. Saturday proved to be a bright, clear, frozen day as Bubba returned from campus with him in the passenger seat.

“Knock, knock. Look who I found.” Bubba ducked under the front door.

“Welcome back. What’s all that?” I asked from my office dinning room, looking at the several plastic bags each of them were carrying.

“I’ve been telling you boy, you’re gonna be hungry.” Bubba called over his shoulder as he carried them to the kitchen. “ This is back up food, and no,” again it was like he read my mind, “I promise you none of it will go to waste.”

I closed my mouth that had just started to open and shook my head. Finishing rechecking my data for the third time, I stood up to join them in the kitchen. I walked in to see them covering the table with take out.

“Seriously, are we throwing a party I don’t know about?”

Bubba laughed. “I am gonna enjoy telling you I told you so.” He grabbed a burger from a pile, unwrapped it, and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

I looked over at Victor, who was very focused on setting the food out.

“How are you, Victor?”

He looked up, “I’m fine. I mean,” the paper bag crinkled in his grip, “ I am gonna be in a room with two guys who are bigger than me. I never thought that would happen. I assumed that I’d always have to be the biggest guy and always have a boyfriend who’s smaller than me.”

“Boyfriend?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Um, well,” The bag crinkled louder. “ I-I mean, you’re not my boyfriend, I know. I mean, I care about you, but we’re not that. I just, um…”

Bubba finished chewing his burger and crossed the kitchen to the two of us. Raising his arm, he wrapped one around Viktor and his other around me. It was rather lopsided, but we were both snug in his armpit.

“No one is dating anyone here,” Bubba began, his chest rumbling against my ear. “Yes, we like each other. Yes, we get naked and have fun. But dating, boyfriend, or married are about a whole new level of relationship that none of us are even close too. I love that I have you two dudes in my life who get me and my love of being big and getting bigger. I will always be the best friend I can be to both of you. But I also like that I have my own place and space to myself. I am very set in my ways at this point in my life and I’m not gonna change for nobody. And if the two of you ever find someone who wants to go with you to that next level, “ he released us from his grip and rubbed our heads, “I’m gonna be your biggest cheerleader.”

Victor and I looked at each other, and I could see we were both happy it had been said aloud.

“So, cheerleader huh? Does that come with the short skirt and pom-poms?” Victor teased.

Bubba thrust his leg and hip out to one side and his hands to the other, “Go team go!” We all cracked up laughing.

“Enough beating around the bush, boy.” Bubba walked up to me, bumping me with his belly as he clapped both hands on my shoulders. “It’s time.”

My stomach did summersaults, I don’t know why. This was my life’s work, I had seen my serum work on Bubba. It’s hadn’t gone exactly as I wanted to go the first few times, but I had learned from each injection. Still, Bubba has been the only human test subject, and he was an unusual specimen to begin with.

Bubba turned me around. With his hands on my shoulders and his belly in my back, he guided me to my lab, Victor in tow. Walking in, he let go of my shoulders, his belly pushing me forward. I stumbled just a little. Taking a deep breath, I opened the fridge and got out the little injector pen I had prepared. Turning, I looked at the two of them.

“Have either of you ever given an injection before?”

Victor shook his head no, Bubba raised his hand, “steroids, remember?”

I felt stupid for asking, “Of course, ok. Do you know how do to it in the glutes?”

Bubba shook his head, “Sorry, always did my own thigh.”

I grabbed a marker from my desk and handed it and the injector pen to Bubba. “Ok,” I dropped my pants and climbed up onto the exam table. “Here’s a medical guide to identify where to inject. Draw a plus sign on my right cheek.”

Bubba popped the cap of the pen off. Grabbing my right hamstring to steady himself, I felt the two lines being drawn.

“Now, see the top right square near my hip? Draw another plus sign in the box you just made.” I felt the lines being drawn again, in a much smaller area.

“Inject into the top right corner of that second smaller box, after you wipe it off with an alcohol wipe.” I saw Victor move, and then felt the coolness of something wet touch my ass.

“Ready boy?” Bubba squeezed my leg with his free hand.

I took a deep breath, “For science.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I felt the sharp sting as it pierced my skin.

-

“Want one now?”

“No, I’m still good for now.”

“Still?”

“Yes Bubba,” I took a bite of my sixth burger. “I’m not hungry enough for a water jug yet.” We were chilling in front of the TV, food covering the coffee table, and aside from being hungry, nothing had happened yet. “It’s only been an hour, you took longer.”

“Not that longer,” Bubba huffed, “And I still think this means something’s wrong.”

I patted Bubba on his massive thigh, “It’s very sweet that you’re worried, but we’ve planned for the whole day for this, and it might take that long.”

Victor was in another chair, looking at his phone, “How long did it take the first time?”

“I gave it to Bubba in the morning, and he woke me up in the middle of the night with hunger pains.” I chewed thoughtfully, “I’ve worked on it since then. Remember how fast it took for your ass to grow?”

Victor looked up from his phone, “Say what now?”

I took another few bites as Bubba laughed. “Bubba, on a whim, grabbed a few injections pens and stuck them in his ass. Within an hour, he had the biggest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“A monster dump truck, that’s for sure,” Bubba chuckled, wiping a tear away from his eye, “Could loose a couple hikers in those hills.”

Victor stared at Bubba with rapped attention, “Could..could you do it again?”

Bubba and I looked at each other and then back at Victor. Bubba smiled.

“Lemme guess, an ass man?”

Victor nodded.

“Well, if boy here wants to nail down exactly how I did that, then I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Bubba clapped me on my shoulder. At that moment, my stomach growled loud enough that it was heard over the TV.

“Here we go, now somethin’s happenin’,” Bubba looked excited. I felt my hunger increase, but it wasn’t painful. I shoved the rest of my burger in my mouth and reached for a slice of pizza from the coffee table.

“How’s it feel?”

I waited, and then I felt something change in my brain. As a professional coffee drinker, I can literally feel the caffeine as it moves through the veins in my head and when it hits it mark in my brain. So I could feel something happening, but it wasn’t caffeine. It was-

“Ugggg,”

I doubled over as the hunger hit me. I could feel my body warm up, the blood rushing through me. My whole body wanted, no, it needed energy, and there wasn’t enough in my blood.

I shoved the rest of the pizza in my mouth and chewed as fast as I could, swallowing it almost whole. It felt so good to hit my stomach, to know that there was food in there now. But even as it hit, the hunger was working its way back. I could almost picture the pizza being dropped into a vat of acid; there one moment and then dissolving like smoke in the air.

“MORE!”

“There it is,” Bubba hefted himself up and got to the kitchen. By the time he was back with a jug of slurry, I had inhaled 3 hamburgers.

“There, there, come to daddy.” He scooped me up and plopped down on my couch, which protested loudly. Laying me across his lap and supporting me with one arm, he used his teeth to rip the cap of the water jug off and carefully held the neck up to my face.

“Drink up.”

I realized to Victor I must have looked like a baby being bottle fed in Bubba’s arms, but I was too hungry to care. With no where else to put them, my hands wrapped around the jug. My mouth on the hole, I started swallowing as fast as I could.

“How’s that feel, boy?”
 Bliss, it was bliss. It was exactly as Bubba had described; the never-ending feeling of hunger being satisfied. Slowly, Bubba tipped the jug and I just kept swallowing as fast as I could. Before I knew it, the jug was vertical above me.

“More.” I gasped as soon as I had air.

“Lets move to the funnel. Victor, with me, and you might want to get out of those cloths.”

Stopping to feel, I finally noticed that my cloths had grown snug. Not just around my middle, but my chest and back, and my legs felt constricting in my cloths. I managed to struggle out of them by the time they had returned.

“Chair.” Bubba pointed.

I stood up, holding my aching belly I sat down in the chair. Victor handed me the hose and I shoved the tube down my throat. Twisting, Victor connected the hose to a big funnel. Bubba set one jug down and ripped the cap off of another.

He didn’t bother to ask if I was ready, he knew that I was too hungry to answer him even if I could. He just started pouring, and I could only make thankful grunting noises. I tasted only hose, but I could feel the contents of the jug hit my stomach, and the bliss returned. I finally understood why Bubba had been smiling when he was emptying the tank, it was an incredible feeling.

“Oh ho, someone looks happy.” Bubba said as I could feel myself growing erect. I gave him a thumbs up, and he chuckled.

Seconds turned to minutes, and I found myself loosing track of time. All I could feel was that hunger being satisfied. Dimly, I thought I felt the chair shift and move around me, but it was easy to ignore. Finally, after who knows how long, I could feel the hunger start to slow down and I dimly had the thought that the antidote was starting to take effect. Pulling myself down from the clouds, I opened my eyes and gave the signal to stop.

“Let’s finish the jug, the hunger lasts longer than you think.”

The hunger was quickly being replaced by a bloating feeling. I struggled a little as Bubba tipped the jug all the way up to void the last of its contents.

“Ohhhh,” I released as the tube came out of my mouth. I grasped my stomach, which seemed to fill both hands more than usual. “Oh wow.”

“Yeah, it’s a bitch, ain it,” Bubba set the empty jug on the floor. “how ya doin’, boy?”

I stood up, and the ground seemed farther away than usual. Turning, I was shocked to find myself looking a grinning Bubba in the eyes.

“What!”

Bubba clapped a hand on my shoulder, reaching up to do so. “Mirror. Biggest one is the one in your bedroom.” Bubba lead me to the staircase and helped me walk up slowly; it seemed so much smaller now, I never had to duck my head before. We made it through the suddenly narrow hallway, and when I turned in the bedroom I caught sight of myself through the open bathroom door.

I gasped, I was huge! My first thought was that my head had been placed on an off season bodybuilder. My body looked like Bubba’s; thick rounded arms and pumped up pecs that sat atop a massive bloated gut all held up by tree truck sized legs. And beneath the bloated gut, my tool stood at attention, expected what was once a handgun was now a bazooka with two grapefruits.

Bubba stood beside me, a twinkle in his eye. “So..what do you think?”

I hefted up my gut, feeling its contents slosh around. “Ugh, how many jugs did I go through?”

“All ten, boy.”

I rubbed my gut, feeling it’s strength. “And yet I’m still hungry, how is that possible?”
 Bubba reached back and a bucket of boneless barbeque chicken appeared in his hand. I grabbed it and started scarfing them into my mouth, as fast as handfuls of popcorn. Within seconds they were gone. I burped, my face smeared with barbeque sauce.

“How do you feel?”

I looked at myself in all my glory in the mirror. “I’ve…never felt so big. So powerful….” I closed my hands into fists, “I’m not…scared anymore.”

“Yes, boy. Exactly. I’m happy you understand.” Bubba turned me to face him. “That feeling you’re describing is what I hoped would happen, and why I’m glad you tried this. I wanted you to understand what all the big guys you get hardons for feel like, so you can make your serum even better.” He clasped my shoulders. “Being big is strength, visible strength, to the world. Feeling like yeah, life may knock me the fuck down, but not only am I strong enough to get back up, I can take a swing right back fuckin’ at ya.” Bubba clenched his fist as well. “It’s a great feeling, and I want to feel it even more. Ya get me?” Bubba looked deep into my eyes, and maybe it was the fact that I actually could look him directly in the eyes that I saw himself wide open, more than when we first met and he hugged me and cried. I looked into his eyes and I saw this was the deepest desire he possessed.

My arms cradled his, and I met his soulful gaze. “I understand you.”

Something glistened in the corner of Bubba’s eyes, and he leaned forward to press his mouth deeply into mine. Moving back, he turned quickly to the sink, “You really made a mess with that sauce on your face boy.” Bubba joked, wiping the towel around his eyes as well as his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Bubba turned back to me. His eyes looked me up and down. “Well, this is certainty a look for you. Package is new,” he reached down to swat my tool, which swayed from his touch. “What did you say about how long this would last?”

“I can’t say,” I replied, “Maybe in a few hours I’ll be back to normal?”

“Well then,” Bubba turned me around. “We’ll just have to make the best of it.”

I had been so focused on moving this new body I had failed to notice Victor had followed us upstairs. His cloths were on the floor, and he stood there wearing only a jock and a pair of athletic socks that came halfway up his calves. His muscle chubbiness on full display, my wildest football fantasy come to life. And yet he stood there, almost at attention. Almost like he was waiting for permission.

Bubba took off his shirt and started working on his pants. “C’mon boy.” He grinned, “We have a fantasy to fulfill.”

I turned to look back at Victor, and smiled.

“Kneel.”