The Giant of Bright Tower, chapter 18

Bret had been gone for two hours. After cleaning up his mess from the floor, I drifted on to wiping and straightening the rest of the kitchen. As I rubbed a dirty rag over a blacken stain on the oven, my mind floated back to my years in school and encounters with my tormentor.

He could have bullied me in so many ways. I pondered, but they were always… I remembered gay slurs were his favorite. Taking mine and other boys pants while we were in the bathroom so we had to walk in the halls in our underwear was another. And I once opened my locker and dozens of pictures of naked men spilled out onto the floor in front of everyone.

I mean, that alone would have taken him hours of looking at naked guys to find enough to fill my locker. Is it possible…is it possible Bret is….and I was always his favorite, is it possible he…

Coming to, I realized I’d been wiping down a perfectly clean part of my countertop for a while. I threw the rag away and washed my hands. Solving people was never my strong suite. Solving biology and chemistry, those were my specialties.

I made myself a sandwich for lunch. After putting the dishes in the sink and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee, I headed back to the lab. I sat down, placing my coffee cup on its coaster. Waking up my computer, I answered a couple fresh emails from students. Finishing those, I brought up my Goliath files. I could see it in Bubba, he was ready for his next injection. I had now shown him a wide variety of what my serum could do. And yesterday, I caught him looking at his ass in the mirror, rubbing it mournfully.

I opened one file, deciding it was time to try out my serums namesake…

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Bubba was busy for a few days. His gym had some things he had to certify once a year; exercise machines had to be inspected, the fire extinguishers needed to be checked, and the bathrooms tested for mold. He sounded grumpy when he had described it to me. It was as if the very idea that his gym could be anything less than perfect was deeply insulting. Still, it was only once a year, and then he could have his playground back.

I set the table, leaving plenty of space in the middle for whatever takeout Bubba was bringing. My decision was turning over and over in my mind. It was time, we were both ready, and this is something that Bubba said he wanted more than anything.

A beam of headlights flashed through the window as Bubba pulled up in his truck. I straightened the silverware as I felt the vibrations of his footsteps on the front path.

“Hi Honey, I’m home.” Bubba called. The house shook as he trampled down the hall and squeezed himself into my kitchen. Plopping several takeout bags on the table, he unzipped his massive jacket to reveal a workout shirt underneath. The musky smell emanating from it let me know he hadn’t showered yet.

“Finally done.” Bubba set his jacket aside and sat down on a creaking chair. “What a bunch of Bullshit. Every year.” He started unpacking cartons of food, setting most in a semi-circle in front of himself. “You need to test the sprinklers in the showers,” he said in a mocking baby voice, “What the hell is gonna catch on fire in there?” He opened his mouth and shoved in a spoonful of fried rice, most of it catching in his goatee. “And I measure myself the distance between exercise equipment and the emergency exits. I am not one of those gyms where they shove as many pointless machines as then can on the floor to make themselves look important while creating a firetrap. Every single piece of equipment in my gym is something I would use.” He continued to grumble as he loaded up the plate in front of him.

“Every piece of equipment?” I made myself as much smaller plate, “Even the cardio machines?”

Bubba grinned, “Well, maybe not every piece.” Food calming him down, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Chewing like a Hindu cow, he filled up space in my kitchen without any effort at all. It was a sight I never tired of.

“So,” Bubba grunted, coming out of his reprieve, “How was your day?”

“It was good.”

Bubba eyed me, “Did you hear from Bret?”

“No.” I took another bite, “which means everything is okay or he’s too embarrassed to follow up. Either way, he needs to come back next week. I can ask him then.”

“Yeah well,” Bubba jabbed his fork down into his plate, “I’m gonna be there this time. I don’t ever want you alone with him again, ya hear?”

“I hear you.” I pushed my food around for a bit, “I also heard what you asked for when we first met.” Bubba raised an eyebrow.

“And…if you’re ready,” I put my fork down, “I think it’s time.”

Bubba paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. “When you say it’s time, do you mean…” he held his free hand over his head, and slowly raised it up.

I nodded.

Bubba’s fork clattered to the table. And just like our interview, he moved to kneel in front of me, burying his head against me. I rubbed the back of his head in slow loving strokes.

Bubba came to, lifting his head quickly so I wouldn’t see the water in his eyes.

“I need a shower, let’s go,” he whipped his shirt off his head and threw it to the floor. Reaching down, he picked me up in his arms, cradling me against his massive swollen chest, and made his way to the staircase

“Hey wait, I’m still eating.”

“I got something else you can put in your mouth.”

We got lucky. The weather for the weekend was chilly, but a clear sky meant you could keep yourself warm in the sun. The leaves may have fallen from the trees, but I had more than enough acreage to ensure privacy in my backyard. I was setting up my stuff on the picnic table under the eager gaze of Bubba, sipping on a pitcher of a gainer shake like a cup of coffee. My laptop was attached to several devices, and the waterpump machine was sitting on the grass nearby. The hose from the pump was connected to a tanker truck full of liquid mash from the mall that had been driven very carefully around my house, leaving two parallel muddy gashes in my grass.

“You sure this will be enough? “Bubba asked again, nodding his head towards the tanker.

“I’m sure.” I connected several cords to my laptop, “That should be about one of the tanks from the program, and you didn’t drain a whole one the last time.”

“I could have if you’d let me,” Bubba muttered, as he took a big swig of his shake. One hand in his front pocket, he strode over to the tanker, looking up and down the length of it. He raised his hand up to the cool metal. “I’m getting this all inside me, I swear it.”

“We’ll see what happens,” I opened some programs, “But instead of blowing up like a balloon, this time your metabolism should be able to turn it into more of you as fast as you’re able to swallow it. Hopefully, you can do with just half a tank as projected, leaving half a tank in case you’re still hungry.”

“I’m always hungry,” Bubba grinned as he made his way back to me, clapping a heavy hand on my shoulders, “you should know that by now, boy.”

I smiled. “Ok, time to play with my new toy.” I reached down for the small suitcase. Popping open the heavy clamps, I pulled out a small black plastic device that looked like half a tennis ball.

“This is soooooo cool,” I picked it up and brought it up to my nose for examination. “this is like those automatic diabetes patches, except those just test for insulin. And this little guy can record levels of everything in your blood, and in real time too. This is a game-changer right here,” I wiggled it at Bubba.

“Uh huh, great. Is it time to get naked?”

I frowned up at him. “let me have my geeky moment.” Bubba squeezed my shoulder before setting down his shake and unzipping his jacket. As Bubba shed his clothing, I unclasped a second plastic suitcase and pulled out my serum and set it aside.

“Brrr.” Bubba rubbed his arms, and then looked down, “Bubba Jr is in hiding.”

I smiled, “come here.” I stuck the blood analyzer to the back of Bubba’s arm and switched it on.

“Ok, I turned to my computer. “let’s see…and we are up and running.” I turned to Bubba. “….You ready?”

Naked in the cold, sun gleaming off his muscle and fat, Bubba gave me a weighted gaze as he nodded. I picked up the syringe and as I approached Bubba turned around and bent over. Picking my spot on his ass, I stuck it in and pressed it all in.

Bubba straightened up, cracking his neck to the side. “Let’s rock and roll.”

I picked up his feeding mask and handed it to him. Feeding the tube down his throat, he strapped it to his face.

I grinned, “You know that makes you look like Hannibal Lecter right?”

I couldn’t see his mouth, but his eyes squinted like he was smiling. He gave the double thumbs up sign that he was ready to go.

“Ok, open it up.”

Bubba walked over to the tanker, and turned the spigot. The large hose wiggled as the liquid ran through it, all the way up to the pump machine, where it shook only slightly when it hit.

“Ready?” I called. Bubba gave two thumbs. I turned the machine on. We both watched the mash snake through the smaller clear plastic hose up to connected to Bubba’s mouth where he flinched when it first hit him but quickly found his rhythm. He began his usual pacing back and forth, rubbing his belly like he was carrying triplets.

I watched him walk back and forth. Would it happen so slowly, like a flower opening? Would it hurt? Bubba didn’t seem to be in pain. He caught me watching him, and his eyes squinted again like he was smiling. He raised his arms and started doing some bodybuilding poses, flexing his mighty muscles. I smiled. I even giggled a little when Bubba Jr sprung to life.

“Wow, in this cold, That’s impressive.”

Bubba reached down and started rubbing his dick. He looked down, and his eyes were no longer squinting. They were…concerned.

“Bubba?” I got up and crossed the grass to him, “What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping the simple hand signals would be enough for him to communicate.

Bubba shook his dick at me, and he pointed down with his free hand.

“What’s wrong, are you in pain?”

Bubba shook his head. He brought his hands up, pointed them at his dick, and then opened them and slowly brought them apart.

“You have to pee really bad? Go ahead on the grass. Wait, do you have to pee really bad and you can’t go?” could something be blocking his urinary track?

Bubba shook his head side to side again. Pointing at his dick again, he raised one hand over his head, and slowly lifted it up, just like the other night at dinner.

“Your dick is...growing?”

Bubba nodded his head yes.

“Well, you are erect, it could just-“

Bubba reached down to grab my hand and pulled it against it. I briefly focused on the sudden warmth against my cool hands. It was then that I felt it almost like a pulse, and it suddenly felt a heavier. I looked down, how had I not noticed? His dick, something I knew well by now, was laying across my entire forearm and approaching the width of a soda bottle. Below, his balls were both the size of grapefruits. Another pulse, and his dick grew again, snaking along my forearm to poke into my armpit.

I stepped back to observe from a distance. Bubba’s dick was now the size of a oxygen tank with a pair of basketballs hanging underneath. It appeared hard and was sticking straight out; the sheer size of it was a continuous war against gravity. Another big pulse, visible even from where I was standing, tipped the battle in favor of gravity. Bubba’s enormous member bent downward past his knees to almost touch the ground, forcing Bubba to take a step or else risk falling forward. He threw his shoulders back and readjusted his stance to stay upright.

“Okay-Okay-Okay.” My mind was reeling. “How…what…why?” Why on earth was this happening? Why was the serum only growing his dick? “Ok…this is unexpected.” I looked to Bubba. “Do…you want to stop or keep going?”

Bubba raised his hands in the double thumbs up. Another pulse and his dick now touched the ground.

“Okay,” I paused to take a big gulp, “I don’t know why it’s just your dick that’s growing, but it should be everything that’s growing. At this point, I don’t think you yourself will grow, it’s just,” I gestured to his waist. “Are you sure you don’t want to stop?”

Bubba shook his head again, the tube wagging side to side with his mask. Raising his hands, he crossed his arms in front and then tapped his right forefinger to his left wrist. This was the signal for ‘Not yet.’

“Okay.” I was nervous, but Bubba gave me a look and a soft nod. We had talked about that signal. I had tried so many different serums, and while my formulas were on point they had had such a wide range of effects that I just didn’t know what could happen. I was worried about what it could mean if something goes wrong, and had shared that with Bubba. He had said that so far I had done nothing he considered wrong, and that he had agreed to be a test subject. I had eventually folded, believing with everything that I had learned I was ready and there would be no mistakes. My arrogance was apparently coming back to bite me. I gave Bubba another nod, and I walked back to the picnic table. I opened the case containing the antidote to get it ready, and then I turned back to watch the result of my effort, whether it was my intention or not.

Bubba’s growing dick, having now made it to the ground, slugged forward creating a gentle sloped from the ground to his waist. His balls, now beach ball sized, forced him to take a wider stance. Another pulse, and it looked like Bubba had hopped as the growth bumped him upward for just a second. He started shuffling around for a bit and then I realized what he was doing. His balls were growing so large they no longer fit between his legs, so he was adjusting them so his legs were standing behind them and they were pushed in front to be separated by his dick. I couldn’t help it but let out a nervous laughter at the scene. Bubba standing naked in my backyard, his genitals comically large in front of him.

Bubba heard my laughter. Glancing over he gave me a stern look I couldn’t understand, but when he put his hands on his hips it looked like he may have been saying ‘really?’ I laughed again.

Bubba bent over to hug his member, now large enough that it looked like he was laying on a log. His grip then tightened, bracing his legs against the ground, and I recognized that stance from weightlifting as a deadlift. With serious effort, Bubba managed to hoist his dick until it pointed straight up into the sky like a chimney stack, reaching past his own height. I marveled at the sight, bringing my phone out and snapping a few pictures. Suddenly, Bubba opened his arms, and his dick fell like a tree falling down with a WHOMP! as it hit the ground, bouncing once before becoming still.

“Oh my God! Did that hurt!?”

Bubba shook his head, eyeing his meat. He raised an arm and brought it slamming down on the flesh in front of him. It jiggled, then returned still. He brought his arms up and repeated the motion again.

“What are you-?”

Bubba then brought his hands up and began playing with his nipples. His massive hips started thrusting themselves forward, pushing up again his massive meat, now thick enough to fill the space from his waist to the ground. It was like he was humping a flesh-colored couch.

That’s when it hit me that maybe his dick slamming against the ground didn’t feel bad at all.

“Need some help?” I called out. Bubba nodded enthusiastically.

I stripped, feeling the cold against my naked body. I walked up to the mound of flesh before me and pressed myself against it. I heard a noise of approval from Bubba and the flesh began wobbling faster. I kept forgetting how horny this serum made Bubba, on top of his usual horniness.

Working my way down, I made it to the head. The size of his dick reached up to the middle of my chest from the ground. The slick hole was maybe a foot long and glistening with precum. Looking at it, I realized it was just the right height.

I looked up at Bubba, knowing the same thing was crossing his mind as well. He nodded. Stepping in front to turn and look directly at Bubba, I leaned against his dick. The heat radiating from it gave my little guy a chance to grow, and with a thrust I stuck it inside him.

It was so warm and tight. I felt the moan escape my lips. Bubba’s eyes closed, and I could feel his dick pushing back against me harder with each thrust. I didn’t have anything to hold onto, so I leaned in and held on as hard as I could.

The soft sounds echoed in my backyard, moans and wet slapping. Bubba had closed his eyes, focusing on working his massive new member, still swelling between us. I kept thrusting on my end, focusing on not being propelled backward.

I heard a muffled noise. Coming too, I saw Bubba pulling the feeding mask off his face. “Everything okay?” I asked slightly breathless.

“Yeah,” Bubba said focusing on his thrusts. “Just a little distracting with that on my face.”

I pulled out and walked the length of his member towards him. Bubba was desperately

Shoving his hips into the mound of flesh before him

“Boy,” bubba grimaced, concentrating hard on his thrusts. “Can you…do

something…back there?” he nodded over his shoulder.

Walking behind Bubba, I was mesmerized by the motion of Bubbas hips and ass moving back and forth. Moving up to stand behind him, I stuck my finger in my mouth and slobbered it up. Waiting for the right timing, his ass was in the process of moving backward and I held my finger in just the right place.

The effect was immediate. Bubba froze in place and cried out. The mountain in front of him jiggled slightly, then began great heaving, massive, pulses. His dick chugged with wave after wave of rolling motion. His balls contracted and expanded, emptying their contents in tempo. Bubba cried out for a little longer, then simple stood silently locked in place. His mouth open in an endless cry of wordless pleasure.

I took the opportunity to grab the antidote from the picnic table, and returned to stick it into Bubba’s thigh. I don’t think he even noticed. Turning away from Bubba, I had a better view of what was going on in front of him, and it was more than what I expected. Giant ropes of white were launching out of the end of Bubba dick, making me thankful that I had stepped out of the way. Each shot landed on a long line, longer than my house, and piling up like snow, the green covered by white.

Each spurt was shooting less farther than the one before, until the last one dribbled out and the great beast was still. I stepped up carefully until I was close enough to touch; feeling the heat radiating from it. I gently brushed it, feeling it still firm beneath my fingertips. One hand gently running along it, I made my way back to Bubba, who had collapsed forward. With only his feet touching the ground, he was splayed out over his still enormous penis.

“Hey Bubba.”

Bubba eyes slowly opened. “Hey boy, how ya doin?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m fantastic.” He closed his eyes and settled back down. “You keep outdoing yourself babe.”

“This,” I gestured to it. “I didn’t mean this to happen.”

“Well, I’m glad it did.” He hugged himself a little closer.  “I didn’t even know that I could ever have the biggest dick in the world.

“But it was suppose to-“

“Boy.” Bubba added firmness to his voice. “Stop thinking. Stop Analyzing. Just come here and enjoy it with me while it lasts.”

I paused. Bubba had such a serene look of peace on his face. Lying there, hugging himself, he looked like he had everything he wanted in the world. I paused. I stepped back, looking at the results of my work. Then, I walked up next to Bubba, and leaned into it as well, feeling him move his hand to my back to hold me closer.