The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 15

The sun was high in the sky by the time I had not only recovered but finished cleaning up the kitchen. A shower to clean myself off, then a second cup of coffee in the living room where I could collect my thoughts.

So Bubba now knows about my little problem. I took a slow sip. I couldn’t decide how I should be feeling. I did put a little effort in hiding it from him, but that was because I felt this wasn’t his problem at all since I was the one instantly recognized from the video. My first instinct, therefore, was that it did not concern him. Does that mean I see him as just my guinea pig in my testing, or...have we become something more? Better than friends…

My figuring-out-life brainstorming session was interrupted by a text from Bubba.

Be at gym in an hour, I’m going for record, want you here

Bring gym cloths, Daddy says you need to workout

I smiled, and felt a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. I pulled myself off the couch, who am I to disappoint Daddy? As I headed for the stairs, I passed my lab, and a thought occurred. I headed to the fridge in my lab, and looked at a shelf where I had made some experimental versions of my serum in pre-filled syringes. I grabbed a couple, and headed back upstairs to change.

-

Pushing through the glass doors, I could see a small gathering of people in the weight lifting section of the gym. Quickly stashing my stuff in a locker, I joined the crowd feeling like a chihuahua among wolves. The crowd was all serious weight lifters, my vision was filled with multicolored bulging arms, colorful muscle shirts, and massive pecs. Through them, I could see they were circled around a bench press.

“Hey little man.” I turned to see Alex, who looked exactly the same as last time; muscle shift with gym logo and spikey brown hair.

“Hi Alex, what’s going on? Bubba said he was trying to break a record?”

“Yeah man, He’s been bulking up for a while, preparing for today when he tries to break his personal bench press record.”

“Oh cool, what’s he trying to lift.”

“You, me, and a friend or two.”

The crowd started to clap. I turned to see Bubba approaching with that grin on his face, his hands up in acceptance of his applause. The weightlifters parted to give him a path. I got my first un-obscured view of the bench, and my mouth fell open at the number of plates loaded onto each side.

Bubba approached the bench like royalty approaching a throne. As he passed our eyes met and he winked, clapping a hand on my shoulder which almost knocked me over.

“Careful Steve,” Alex was behind me to balance me. Then he gently pushed passed me.

Bubba had picked up an enormous leather weight lifting belt, and began securing it around his waist.

“Damn Bubba, how many cows did that take?” A voice from the crowd called.

“One too big for you to lift,” Bubba shouted back, to a general chorus of ‘Ooohs’ and laughter. He grinned that huge, boyish smile of his. Pumping his arms back and for across his chest, he sat down on the bench.

The energy in the crowd shifted at once. Alex and another muscled gym employee took their spotting positions on either side of the bar, hands hovering around the metal plates. Bubba squeezed himself underneath the bar. The metal pole seemed to fit in his hands the way my toothbrush fit in mine. I was almost worried it was too small, but I believed Bubba knew what he was doing, especially with this much weight.

He shifted back and forth, getting himself comfortable. His hands opened and closed, a nervous tick. He took several deep breaths, puffin his cheeks out.

“Alright, we’re going” Bubba spotters hands were on the plates and their muscle arms tensed.

Bubba’s face grimaced as his muscles strained. Slowly, unbelievable, the bar moved up. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bubba’s arms extended until the bar hovered above him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered the bar down. I saw his arms start to shake along the way. Finally, it had reached the lowest point, just above his chest. It stayed there, and it stayed there….and it stayed there.

“C’mon big guy, you got this,” Alex cried out. There were some more encouraging calls from the crowd. Someone started a slow clap.

Arms shaking harder, Bubba let out a moan as he pushed with all his strength. His arms practically vibrating, the bar began to rise.

“It’s all you Bubba,” Alex kept going, “it’s all you!”

Bubba’s grunting became a roar as the Bar finally reached the highest point. The crowd let out a cheer and applause as the spotters helped guide the bar back to the rack. It hit the rack with a thud and I swore I saw it bend a little.

“YEAH!”

Bubba pushed himself up and stood before the crowd, snarling and flexing in celebration. I joined in the applause as Bubba continued showing off in front of his audience. Slowly, the meatheads dispersed throughout the floor to pick up their own weights. Bubba reached down to undo the weight belt.

“That was awesome,” I said as I walked up.

“Thanks boy,” Bubba replied. He reached up to place his hands on his chest and started moving them around. “Phew, these puppies are gonna be sore for a while.” Bubba turned and started to take plates off of the bar.

“How,” I looked at the bar, “how do you even prepare for something like this?

“It takes months of preparing, I need to be lifting exclusively for strength.” Bubba paused to massage his chest again. “ I was lifting about 90-95% of this weight for the last month, today I just added a little more.” He grinned at me. “Wanna give it a try?” he gestured to the bar, still loaded.

“Nope,” I shook my head, “I couldn’t move that an inch.”

“Maybe someday you will,” Bubba grinned, then he paused to pound on his chest like a gorilla. “Ompf, man these are sore, Listen.” He pulled his hands behind his back to stretch out his front. “I’m gonna need your help in the steam room for a bit, c’mon”

-

The out of order sign hung on the door to the steam room, Bubba was once again wrapped in a towel that did little to cover anything important. I was cuddled up next to him, his arm pulling me into him. I have to admit, it was becoming one of my favorite places in the world to be. One hand holding me close, the other hand occasionally reaching up to rub his chest.

“Mmm,” he grunted, “that’s feeling better.” He reached down to take a swig of his third weight gain shake.

“Wanna..feel better,” I said a little boldly, surprising myself in the process. I moved my hand a little up his thigh, when his hand came down on mine to stop it.

“Hold your horses boy,” He chuckled, “I want my testosterone to stay inside me for a little while longer.”

“Then-“

“Follow me,” Bubba stood up, tossing his towel aside. I followed him around the corner to the part of the steam room with the metal rails. Bubba squatted down and plopped himself on the floor. He lay himself down on the wet, tiled floor.

“Ok, here’s what I want,” Bubba shifted to make himself comfortable, “ I need you to stand on my chest and to massage the hell out of my pecs.”

I nodded in understanding, “they still hurt?”

“Oh they’ll be sore for a few days,” Bubba sighed, “ That’s part of the bargin for pushing them hard. But this will help speed up the healing process. Plus, I get to look at you from a new angle.”

Now it was my turn to smile, “Haven’t you seen me from every angle possible?”

“Nope,” he smiled back, “let’s see what I’ve missed.” He reached over to hold onto my ankle, reminding me of his strength. I shook my head.

Walking carefully over the slippery floor, I grabbed some bars and placed one foot on Bubba’s chest, reminded of his size by how high I had to lift my foot. Bracing carefully, I stepped on him and lifted myself up until I was holding onto a rail and standing with both feet on top of Bubba. I used my arms to hold myself up as much as I could.

“Just use the bars for balance, “ Bubba instructed, “You can put all your weight on me, I want it.”

I stopped holding myself up and really stood on him then. He took a deep breath in and let out a lustful moan.

“Ohhhh yeahhhh, that’s the spot, move around a little.”

I started moving my feet all over his chest, shifting my weight from one foot to another. He moaned again. It was almost like I was slowly dancing on his chest, taking small precise steps. He moved his hands to press his chest muscles together, giving me a thick, meaty surface to walk on. We went on like that for about ten minutes, me nude doing a slow dance.

“Ah yeah, boy. That feels a lot better,“ he motioned with his head for me to get off and I carefully stepped down. Using the bars he pulled himself up to stand, and shook his arms out.

“That helped a lot. And now, “ He grinned at me, “In case you didn’t notice, You’re nice and warmed up now, ready to crush it out on the floor. Go get a quick shower to wash the sweat off.”

Grumbling to Bubba’s giggling, I headed to the shower and quickly cleaned off. Bubba joined me in the next stall, and turned the water on. The water that splashed off him and hit me was cold. I jumped back.

“Was hot and massaged, time for cold,” The temperature didn’t affect his grin at all. He just stood with his hands on his hips, twisting gently to get every part of his chest. “Cold tells the blood to get out of the muscle, taking all the damaged cells and waste with it.”

“I know,” I dried off, “Then fresh blood rushes in when you warm up. It’s like squeezing a dirty sponge to get the dirty water out so the clean water can come in. What?” Bubba was looking at me over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised. “ I had to know human anatomy to do what I can do you know.”

Bubba chuckled. I got to my locker and changed into my gym cloths. Bubba joined me, using a too small towel to dry off.

“What that you got there?” he saw the canisters sticking out of my gym bag.

“Oh, those. Just some experimental serums. I wasn’t sure what record you were going for, so I didn’t know if you maybe wanted help. But I arrived after you were all set to go, so I forgot about them.”

“Huh, they look a little different.” Bubba held one as delicately as possible in his giant hands.

“Yeah, It was just something I threw together. A couple different doses.

“How would they have helped? It took hours for me to feel the dose the first time.”

“Well, I had to change it to a vapor when I had to deal with…with Bret,” I swallowed, “but in the process, I learned a lot about my serum when I had to change it, so…silver lining to that whole situation?”

“So these would hit faster?”

“Yeah, it was tricky, I mean metabolically speaking it’s like revving a car with only a little left in the tank. So that’s why part of the administration is the antidote, turning this into maybe more like a strong cup of coffee. You get a boost-“

Bubba picked up two syringes, popped the cap off with his thumbs, and reached behind him to stick them in his glutes.