The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 14

My car’s headlights illuminated my house as I pulled up and parked. I didn’t fall through the front door, but I did lean heavily as I locked it. Dropping my backpack on the stairs, I trooped up to my shower. As the water warmed, I stripped off my clothes, still reeking. Of everything I had planned for how this evening would go, I had absolutely not expected a rather violent trip down memory lane.

I stepped into the water, letting the smell and all the emotions with it wash away. I used my best soap on my face delicately, the side he had slapped was tender. I touched my forehead against the tile, feeling a numb satisfaction that the days of Bret making me cry were over. Which was good, because as much as I thought I’d never have to see him again, he was now going to be a part of my life. For better or worse, I had made him a drug addict and I was the only source of his high.

I turned off the water, and stood for a moment after the last drops had fallen from the showerhead. Taking a deep breath, I got out and furiously dried myself off. I didn’t bother to put on my pajamas. I just pulled the sheets over my head, rolled over and fell asleep.

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The smell of coffee woke me up. I stretched underneath the covers, softly remembering what happened the night before. I stared out the window, pondering my meeting with Bret in two weeks when I realized I didn’t set the coffee maker last night.

Coming downstairs in a bathrobe, Bubba’s broad back greeted me in the kitchen as he stood over the stove, stirring something that was making a sizzling sound. He was uncharacteristically wearing a t-shirt, and his enormous apron was tied above some blue jeans that two of me could fit in.

“Good morning. This is a pleasant surprise.” I walked over to the coffee pot to pour my first cup.

Bubba huffed. As I sat down, he plopped a heavy plate of bacon, sausage, and eggs in the middle of the table. I frowned, but he had already turned back to the stove to get the oatmeal. I served myself some bacon as Bubba tossed his apron aside and sat down. Without speaking, he served himself a huge portion of protein, and plopped a spoonful of oatmeal on his plate.

“Pass the salt.” Bubba grunted.

I slid it across the table, and Bubba snatched it away from me.

“Is something wrong?”

Bubba finished tapping the salt over his oatmeal before he responded. “I have a big lifting day ahead of me, so I need to eat a lot. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast and chilling with you as I eat.” He shoved a spoonful in his mouth. “I open the front door and see a backpack on the stairs, which was weird. I step closer, and I see some kind of metal container gas thing peeking out.”

As Bubba paused for a few bites, I take a slow sip of coffee. “Now,” he continued, “I didn’t want to say anything, but I have noticed that you’ve been spending some time in the basement lately. I’m guessing you thought I couldn’t go down there, and to be honest I don’t want to test your staircase.” He took another bite. “But the secrecy and the canister. It seems as if you’re doing something that you don’t want me to know about.” He attacked his sausage with his knife and fork. “I don’t like that.”

I took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “And what if I were to say that it’s none of your concern? That I had a problem and I took care of it?”

“FUCK THAT!” Abandoning his sausage, Bubba slammed his fists on the table. “ You and me, we’re doing something special, something that means a lot to both of us! We’re in this together, and if you’re cutting me out of something then that means you don’t trust me-“

“OH. MY. GOD.” I yelled. My temper apparently hadn’t gone back down overnight, “This isn’t about you!” After we had both taken a breath, I let Bubba know what I’d been doing and the events of last night. After I finished, he sat breathing hard for a minute.

“So this Bret guy,” Bubba growled, holding onto his frustration, “Need me to come with you and be your muscle? Show him exactly who he’s messing with if he squeals?”

“No Bubba. I didn’t tell you because I knew I could handle this, and I don’t need your help.”

“But-“

“But what?” now it was my turn to attack my sausage. “You just said you were angry because you thought I didn’t trust you. Well I told you, which means I trust you. So what?”

“That-but no. You gotta show guys like that you mean business.”

“Bubba!” I set my fork and knife down, “I just had to get reacquainted with my high school bully, I don’t need another stupid ex-jock in my life right now.”

Bubba stood up, his belly bumping the table towards me as he did so. “Fuck you, I am nothing like that piece of shit.”

“No,” my hands were shaking, “but you did go through high school doing whatever you wanted, just like he did.” I was wrong; the tears were coming and I hated that I couldn’t stop them. “You were too big to get pushed around. You weren’t picked last in gym class. You weren’t slammed into lockers. You weren’t encouraged by everyone around you to love football even as one football player made your life hell. You didn’t hide in the school library, spending hours reading so you didn’t have to leave.” The warmth ran down my face, gathering on my chin. “You….you weren’t scared to go… to school. To be who you are.” My voice broke, and I curled into myself.

The kitchen was silent except for my suppressed sobs. Then I felt gentle thuds as Bubba came to stand beside me, his belly rubbing me first. He kneeled down on the floor and embraced me, pulling me into him. I tightened up, then relaxed into his arms, crying a little harder.

“I’m sorry,” Bubba spoke softly. “I guess I don’t know what high school was like for everyone else. I just assumed it was similar to my experience; stupid and annoying, but overall a nice place to be. I have more good memories than bad, but I guess it’s the other way around for you.”

I sniffed, and nodded against his chest.

“And you had to go and have all that brought up again. Must be hurtin’ ya pretty bad, huh?” I nodded into his chest again.

“Well, I can’t do a thing about what happened before. But I can promise that, if we’re in this together,  no one’s gonna hurt you.”

I wasn’t shaking as hard now, it was that peaceful calm that comes after emotion runs through you. I was limp against his warm body, and those words reached down and touched my soul.

I nodded again against his expansive chest, and he responded by hugging me tighter.

“Anything I can do now that will make you feel better?”

A little embarrassed, I mumbled it into his body.

“What’s that. I can’t hear you.”

“You said you needed to eat a lot. Can…can I feed you, help make you big and strong to protect me?”

Bubba released me. With a smile, he stood up and pulled off his shirt. His girth filled my kitchen, and his musk spilled away from him along with a soft tan light as the sun shone on him from the window. He plopped down with a thud on the floor, and settled himself against my counter.

“Feed daddy, boy.”

I wasted no time. I grabbed the plate of meat from the table. Placing it on the counter, I stood next to him, and started bringing food to his face. He opened wide, and I was able to put a lot in before his mouth shut down with a snap. Several chews, then swallow, and then his mouth opened wide again for more.

The platter was quickly gone, so I reached for the pot of oatmeal. Throwing in a generous amount of butter and brown sugar, I mixed it up as I walked to him. Spoonful after spoonful went into him, and I was soon scraping the bottom to bring up enough.

Bubba let out a burp, “Fridge, boy.”

I opened the fridge. The main shelf was half full of what looked like fast food from several different takeout’s. The other half had 6 plastic milk jugs half full of powder.

“Grab a jug boy, and fill it up with water. Then shake it up.“

I took a jug to the sink and turned the tap on. After several minutes, it was nearly full, and I turned the tap off. Tightening the cap back on, I shook the jug as hard as I could to mix up the contents.

Bubba chuckled, “Doing the workout shake dance.”

I laughed. The liquid nice and mixed, I walked over to Bubba and cradled the jug against his lips. He started chugging, his throat working furiously, his hands cradling his belly. After seeing him in the biofuel room, I knew he wasn’t going to choke, and just kept the jug against his lips. Bubba drained the jug in one go, and when I pulled it away, he sucked in air.

“Ha. Whoa, not bad. Next.”

Three more jugs of his workout mix were sucked down in a similar fashion. Bubba asked for a break from the jugs, and we switched to the bags of food. Burgers, fries, tacos, dumplings, and fried chicken were tossed into the never-filling void of Bubba’s mouth. His belly visibly bigger than when had first arrived, pushing tight against his pants. Bubba took a break from rubbing his growing belly to unbutton and unzip his pants.

The second to last jug took a little longer to get down. Bubba needed several breaks. Finally, one jug left. As Bubba recovered and prepared himself, I told him what I wanted him to do. He smiled and took the jug from my hand.

I laid down on the kitchen floor with my head near the counter, opening my bathrobe to reveal my hardon. Bubba kicked off his jeans, revealing his own. Moving his tremendous bulk, he kneeled over me with his belly in my face, his knees digging into my armpits, and his arms on the counter.

“You ready boy?”

His belly filled my vision so that it was the only thing I could see. I tapped him twice. He picked up the jug with both hands, elbows resting on the counter, and tipped it into his mouth. As he chugged, I could feel his belly shift in tempo from the movement of this throat. It pushed into me as it grew and expanded, my hands reached all over to feel this wall of flesh that threatened to crush me. I felt Bubba shift, and realized he was tiling the almost completely drained jug straight over his head. Finished, I heard him slam it on the counter, and let loud a might ten second belch that made his belly quiver in a desperate attempt to release pressure.

We stayed like that for a bit, Bubba resting his arms comfortably on the counter, me trapped beneath him just rubbing my face back and forth against this curving wall of flesh. Eventually, Bubba said he was ready to workout. As he got dressed, I found myself unable to move, and stayed sprawled out on the floor. Bubba didn’t say anything, but he was smiling the whole time. When he was finally ready to leave, he stood over me and gently nudged my junk around with his boot.

“Good boy. I’ll see you later.”