The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 16

“How….you….why….what,” I stopped forming words and my mouth just hung open.

“Here, lemme close that for ya.” Bubba reached down and lifted my mouth shut with one finger, dropping the two empty pens into my bag as he did so.

“Why would you do that!?” I finally managed to get out, following Bubba to his locker, where he started putting on fresh gym clothes. “Why would you possible think that was a smart thing to do?”

“What? You said it would be temporary? Plus, I’ve been focusing on my chest for months and letting my legs get skinny.” He gestured to his tree-trunks that held him up.

“So you thought two of my serums at the same time would help you with leg day!?”

“Yep. And I’m right here, you don’t have to yell.” Bubba grabbed another shake, “Ok, let’s head out there.” And promptly marched out to the floor. I stood there alone, letting my thoughts race around what had happened, what might happen. Eventually, I realized there was nothing I could do. I had no equipment with me, and I didn’t dare leave Bubba alone to get anything I might need in case something happened while I was gone. My only saving grace was that I had designed these to inject the antidote at the same time. Whatever was going to happen would happen, and then be done with.

Telling myself this a few more times finally relaxed me enough to walk out the locker room exit.

-

Nothing unusual during warm up, or the first few exercises of my torture session. Through the sweat pouring down my face, I couldn’t see any changes in Bubba. I thought he might be refilling his weight shakes a little more than usual, but since he always seemed to have one in his hands anyway it’s possible he was just hungry.

“C’mon, focus.” Bubba took a long gulp as he watched me struggling to press the dumbbells above my shoulders. I cussed him out in my head as I pushed with all my strength for the last rep.

“There ya go,” I barely made it before dropping the weights on the rack. “You seem a little distracted?”

“Gee, Mr. ticking time bomb,” I huffed, “I wonder why that might be.”

“Sass me again and I’ll add 5 pounds to your next set.” Bubba grinned and took another swig. “And stop your worrying, I feel great.”

I held back my retort and just looked him up and down. Nothing noticeable. Still waiting for something to happen, I grabbed some dumbbells and started doing biceps curls.

“Hey Bubba, “ Alex appeared holding out his hand, “I need the keys to the supply closet. Printer’s out of ink.” Bubba reached down and after a quick struggle brough out a set of keys and tossed them at Alex.

“You’d better not be printing out shirtless pics of you again,” Bubba called out to Alex, who responded with a one-fingered wave. Bubba chuckled, “Cute kid.”

I set down the weights for a rest, “Is…he one of your?”

“Nah, I don’t play with him,” Bubba waved his hand. “He’s just a dumb jock who’s been coming here since he was a teen. Then when he graduated high school he came and asked me for a job and I hired him. Great guy, was there when he got certified as a personal trainer.”

Alex returned, tossing the keys back to Bubba. “Sorry, the printed must have run out of ink trying to print out your daily poems.”

Bubba laughed. “Took you till now to think of that one, huh,” Alex grinned and wandered off. Bubba reached down to put the keys back into his pocket. “Huh,” Bubba looked down, “Can’t get them back in.”

Leaving my weights were they were, I walked over to Bubba and looked closely at Bubba’s workout shorts. “Was this the same pocket you took them out of?” Bubba nodded. I reached out and tried to slip one finger into his pocket.

I couldn’t

“Locker room now.”

-

“Ok, I can feel it now,” Bubba twisted, “Definitely too tight, and getting tighter.”
 “Can you take them off?”

Bubba tried slipping his thumbs along his waist, but couldn’t get a grip. He tried reaching down and grabbing the bottom of his shorts and pulling, but no luck.

“Getting tighter, starting to hurt.” he gasped. I took the keys from his hand. Finding one with a lot of edges, I furiously pressed it against his waist and moved it back and forth.

Finally, a loud ripping noise was heard. Splitting apart from the place I damaged, Bubba shorts began splitting like a ripe watermelon. A V of Bubba skin slowly expanded down his leg until I was able to pull the shorts and what was left of his underwear down.

Bubba stood nude from the waist down. His t-shirt now touching the outward expansion of his waistline. But it was just his waistline. Both his legs were shaped like an hourglass, expanding sharply out at the waist but curving back into his knees, pushing out again slightly at his calf’s, and then tampering perfectly into his normal bare feet.

“What’s it like?” Bubba asked.

Remembering where he had injected the serums to begin with, I said in a hollow voice, “Turn around.”

Bubba complied, his new mass moving with him. He turned, spread his legs and put his hands against the lockers, “Well?”

Bubba’s ass was enormous. It looked like someone had inflated two beach balls under his skin, pressing together to create a long dark line of buttcrack that may have been longer than me. It was comically large and part of me almost wanted to laugh.

“Hey, what’s the status back there?” Bubba demanded.

“Seriously!? You can’t feel this?”

Bubba pushed off the lockers to turn the corner, not slowed down at all by his new size. I heard the cry of surprise as he saw himself in the long bathroom mirror. I turned the corner to see his eyebrows raised, hands on his waist, twisting side to side before turning his back to the mirror and looking over his shoulder.

“HOT DAMN!” Bubba face grew a wide smile, “Now THAT’s an ass.” He flipped back and forth over his shoulder to admire himself from every angle. He moved down where a mirror on a column between the lockers faced the bathroom mirror, creating an infinity effect. He stood between, and was able to see his own backside’s reflection.

“God Damn! Look at all that junk in my trunk.” He leaned over and only he had the strength to pull his giant asscheeks apart to checkout his hole. Satisfied, he let go and his cheeks slammed together with a loud clap.

“This is amazing,” Bubba continued, reaching down into his tattered gym shorts to pull out his phone. “Here, take some pictures,” he shoved it into my hands.

Reminding myself of my earlier assessment of the situation where there was literally nothing I could do, I played the role of photographer for Bubba’s photoshoot. He turned, bent over, and twisted to get as many angles as he could of his newfound toy.

“It’s super sensitive,” Bubba was reaching back and rubbing it in wide circles. “Ohhh, boy come here and rub daddy’s backside.” Putting his phone down, I came to inspect this new wonder even closer. I pressed my hands into him. They felt firm and muscley, but there was some softness and they wobbled when touched.

“Ohhh yessss.” Bubba plastered himself against a row of lockers, “Press harder, Daddy can take it. Beat em’ like bongo drums.”

I leaned into him as I shoved my hands in hard; Bubba moaned in response and I felt him press back a little. I started hitting him like he was a punching bag, right fist to right cheek, left fist to left cheek. Bubba moaned the whole time, and sounded angry when I stopped.

“I think they’re still growing?” I paused to take a step back and look at them, “They almost look swollen?”

Bubba jumped in front of the mirror to look for himself, and that’s when we heard the locker door open.

“Quick, the showers.” I pointed, and Bubba lumbered off, his ass cheeks going up and down with his steps. I gathered up Bubba stuff and was putting it in my locker as a guy walked by with earphones in. I breathed a sigh.

Stripping down and grabbing a few towels, I made my way to the showers. Bubba’s shirt was hanging outside one, and I checked the surroundings before ducking inside and walking straight into a warm, bouncy wall and being thrown back on my ass.

“Steve, that you?”

“Yeah its me,” Picking myself up off the floor and carefully getting back into the shower stall, I could now see that Bubba was standing in the middle of the stall with the shower on. His ass, however, was pressing both sides of the stall pretty hard.

“Are…are you stuck?” I asked.

“Think so,” Bubba replied with a chuckle, staring straight ahead at the shower head. “Not proud of it…but oddly not ashamed either.”

“Ok, the antidote is in you and should be working.” I began, “But I have no idea when.”

“Any ideas?”

“Well,” I shrugged my shoulders, forgetting he couldn’t see me, “I mean, jerking off is a way to get rid of extra testosterone?”

“On it,” Bubba right shoulder began shifting and moving around, “Just play with my ass back there, I’ll be ready to go in no time.”

I reached forward to touch Bubba’s glorious ass. A small spray of water made it over Bubba’s shoulder and was trailing down his back to disappear between his cheeks. I repeated what I was doing before, hitting each cheek. Bubba started moaning again, it sounded loud in the stall. I hit, and pressed, and slapped him all over. His arm just kept its jerking motion.

“keep it up boy.”

Finally, I reached forward to shove my hand between his cheeks, feeling for his hole. Bubba’s breath caught, and he squeezed his cheeks almost trapping my hand. I pushed and pushed until I think I was finally through.

“That feels amazing.” Bubba’s hand moved faster. “Wriggle, slid up and down.”

I moved my hand up and down, feeling for him. Finally, I felt it and managed to wriggle a little finger inside him, my hand vanishing past my wrist to do so.

“Ahhh,” I think Bubba was biting down on his other hand, his right one moving faster. I wriggled my hand around until I felt his prostate and I jabbed hard.

Bubba clenched down painfully on my hand as his right shoulder shook and he let out a moan through his covered mouth. I felt the first pulse through him, and then more and more. I realized I could feel it through his entire ass, and had one wild though that he might be storing more than muscle back here. For what seemed like a minute, the pulsing continued, my vision limited to Bubba’s broad backside as he twitched.

Something warmer than the water touched my foot, and I looked down to see an expanding puddle of cum reaching both my feet, even as it was being washed away. I carefully pulled my hand out and tapped Bubba to let him know I was stepping back. I could see him nod his head, and he went back to doing what he was doing.

I looked out, seeing no one around, before stepping out and crossing to the shower stall on the other side. I left both of our curtains open so I could continue to monitor the situation.

Bubba was no longer stuck in the stall, his ass almost back to his original size. He had both hands forward near the shower head on the wall, and I got the idea they may be the only thing holding him up. I could only see him from the back, but I could see continued pulses of white appear by his feet as his orgasm continued. He would twitch his left knee every so often in time with a spray, and his head would sometimes look up and then back down. Finally, the sprays fizzled out, and then stopped. Bubba maintained his position for another minute, before his knee gave out and he half-fell to the floor on his now regular sized ass, right into his own white mess. He was now facing me, his legs splayed out in front of him in the middle of the shower spray. His poor, tired looking dick lay limp to one side. Bubba, looking like a drowned rat, could only gaze at me with a half-smile on his face before slowly holding up one hand to give me a thumbs-up.