The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 13

I finally heard the creaking of Bubba getting out of bed. Some running water from the bathroom, then heavy thumps across the ceiling before the sound of footsteps down the stairs.

He stuck his head into my lab and smiled.

“Morning Boy,” the floorboards thudded as he skipped over to me to squeeze me in my chair. “I love you, you know that right? I fucking love ya.”

I spun in my chair, “Do you love me enough to get a quick blood sample before breakfast?”

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Bubba was getting faster at cooking in my kitchen, and had an enormous breakfast whipped up in 20 minutes. I nibbled thoughtfully as Bubba recounted yesterday in between stuffing himself.

“I could feel everything that was happening to me. You know when you take a huge drink of water, and you can feel it go inside you, hit the bottom of your stomach, and push out? It was like that, but I just kept going and going. No feelings of painful stretching like you worried about. And it felt great. I mean, I was so hungry but the tube was filling me up, like always scratching an itch that you gotta scratch. Just…the never-ending pleasure of a constant need being constantly filled.” Bubba paused, leaning back with a dreamy look on his face.

“Uh, that’s awesome,” I said over a sip of coffee.

“You ok,” Bubba said through a mouthful, “you seem distracted?”

“Oh, um…my mind is just racing. I mean, that was really incredible. You,” I emphasized, “Were incredible.”

“Couldn’t have done it without ya Boy,” Bubba cut through an enormous stack of pancakes. “That serum of yours really is something. I’m starting to believe you can do just about anything with it.”

As Bubba shoved food into his mouth, my mind turned over the phrase in my head.

“Yeah,” I muttered to myself as Bubba let out a burp, “It can do just about anything…”

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I was in my basement lab, tinkering on a small canister. It had taken a week to design it, and two weeks to build it while keeping it hidden from Bubba. I let him know I had work to do and we were taking a break from experimenting. While he accepted this, it did not stop him from stopping by, both expected and unexpectedly. I was building this in the basement because it was the one place in my house I was pretty sure Bubba couldn’t go. At least, I’m pretty sure he couldn’t squeeze down the stairway.

Working on this was exactly what I needed to keep myself distracted. The first week after getting the email, I must have been checking my phone 20 times a day. Slowly though, I focused on living my life as normally as possible as I waited. Which also gave me time to think.

I concluded I was being blackmailed by one person, and they didn’t know anything else about me beside what was seen in the video. If an organization was targeting me, they would know more about me, my work, and be able to put the pieces together much faster. I would have been approached with an offer or a threat as quickly as possible, before more interested parties learned about my scientific breakthrough. However, there was also the fact that I had received the email the very next day, which means that I, personally, was immediately recognized. The email was sent to my school email address, which is available from my profile on the school website. It was both comforting and discomforting to know that I might actually know my blackmailer. Who might I have in my life who could do this?

Finished fixing the component, I picked up my phone to see I had 5 new emails. Three were spam, one was the school newsletter, and one from an email address I had now memorized.

I opened this up, to see nothing more than a time and a place. They wanted to meet at the Bright Tower mall food court late on Saturday. I took a deep breath. I would have everything ready by then.

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The various fast-food restaurants encircled the expanse of plastic tables and trash bins in the shape of a horseshoe. Every neon sign and advertisement easily seen from the opening to the food court so shoppers could decide exactly what they wanted from a distance, buy and eat their food quickly, and get right back to shopping. My stomach in knots, I settled for a soda and sat and watched the neon signs go out one by one. I saw the employees carrying the leftover food to the back, on their way to being broken down by my enzymes.

Out of the corner of my eye, a mall security officer was making his rounds in my direction. He lumbered along, and even from here I could see he was squeezed into what was probably the largest uniform size they had available. My gaze lingered on his beefy form before something about him seemed familiar. It wasn’t until he had arrived at my table that I realized, with a horrible jolt, that it was Bret. A flash of familiar fear went through me. I was right back in High school, enduring his endless teasing. But then my eyes lowered to his gut and I thought of Bubba, and the fear vanished.

“Hey buddy, ya don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” Bret stood looking down at me with his hands on his hips, the familiar sneer on his face. He had filled the role of the ex football jock nicely. He still had muscles under his fat, he was just bigger than I remember. It was hard to tell which buttons strained harder, the ones across his beefy chest, or the ones around his belly holding back what must be several years of mall court fast food lunches.

“Bret. I want to be surprised, but I’ve had the time to think while you waddled over here, and it all seems perfectly logical.”

Bret exhaled sharply on the word waddled. I remembered his favorite target were the chubby kids, which means he may not be all that happy with his weight gain. Good to know, analyze, gather information, identify any weaknesses.

Knowing a camera was directly on me, I reached into my backpack. “I have the cash now, should we?”

“No.” Bret waved a hand to stop me,“We’re going to the guard break room. Don’t worry, I’m the only one on the overnight shift.” Bret jerked his thumb over his shoulder. I nodded, got up and followed him.

We ducked down a hallway that ended in a door between two shops. Bret opened it and lead me through to a small, dingy breakroom. I sat down at the table that took up a quarter of the room, while Bret leaned against a counter.

“Well, now.” Bret’s confidence seemed to grow now that it was just the two of us alone. “It has been a while, hasn’t it.”

I raised my hand, “Hold on, I’m diabetic, and since I just had sugar, I need to give myself some insulin.”

Bret laughed, “Of course you are. Well, I don’t want you passing out on me.”

I reached into my bag, discreetly twisting a knob on the canister several times. My hand pulled out of my bag with a pen in its grip I rolled up my t-shirt and pressed it to my shoulder.

“Alright,” I said, “You were saying?”

Bret crossed his arms, the fabric of his uniform straining in protest. “I was saying it looks like you never stopped being a nerd, professor.” Bret stretched the word professor as long as he could. “But even though you’re smart, all you’re doing is faggot stuff.”

“Why was there a camera in the biodiesel room?” I asked, “Did you put it there yourself?”

“No, you were fucking stupid,” Bret grinned. “ A while back, someone noticed that the tanks were a little emptier than usual. No one really cared, looks like the mall gets its hippie money no matter how much biodiesel they produce. But someone decided one camera in there couldn’t hurt. And then low and behold,” Bret opened his arms wide, “One Saturday night I show up to work and get the pervert show of a lifetime.”

I drummed my fingers on the table. “And this new camera they installed, did it create multiple recordings? I mean,” I shrugged my shoulders, ”Why should I pay you if the video is going to get out anyway?”

Bret smiled. “Nah, they did it cheap. An old closed-loop system with one camera, just recording every 24 hours and then deleting if there is nothing interesting on it. I just happened to make an extra copy of your performance.” Bret reached into a pocket on his chest and with a flourish revealed a tiny black USB drive. “It’s right here, if you wanna come grab it, faggot.” Waving it back and forth, he seemed almost eager for me to try and take it from him.

“Why are you doing that?”

He seemed taken about by the question, “What?”

“We’re trying to conduct a business transaction here. You have something I want, and I have something you want. Why are you behaving like a round faced little child?”

He twitched, and I swore he was about to reach up to feel his double chin. “This isn’t a business transaction, you fucker. If you don’t pay me, I’ll put this shit up on youtube.”

I waited, stalling as long as I could for time. “That’s…what I’m here to do,” I replied.

Again, Bret seemed at a loss for words. He reached down to adjust himself in his tight pants. “I-“

“Actually,” I interrupted. “No. I don’t think I will.”

“What?” Bret looked confused.

“I don’t think I will be paying you after all.” I continued, “Blackmail only works if you have something I want. And what’s going to happen is I will pay you now, and then sometime in the future, you will blackmail me again. And again, and again.” I rose from my chair. “And the thought of seeing you over and over again, and knowing all my money is going straight to your pockets, for the rest of my life sickens me.” Channeling Bubba through me, I took one step towards him. Bret, being the hairless gorilla that he was, recognized a challenge when he saw one. He stepped towards me, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring. He tugged again at his pants, a little breathless.

“Who-who do you think you are you little-“

I reached forward and grabbed his crotch.

“Gahhahaha,” Bret spasmed, he leaped back against the counter to steady himself. A wild look came over his face.

“Let me guess, you just creamed your pants, didn’t you?”

Bret pushed himself up straighter, “What? You-“

“Yes. Me.” I took another step toward him. “All this time since the video, you thought I was the same kid you bullied. That was your mistake. I am not longer that kid, and I am a hell of a lot smarter than you.”

Bret pushed off the counter and swung wildly at me. I dodged, and by the time he turned around I was right on him again and once again grabbed his crotch. He cried out and spasmed again, falling back into a chair.

“What…what did you do to me?” He wheezed.

“Let’s see,” I crossed an arm across my chest and placed the other on my chin. “How to explain this to someone of your intelligence level. Well, remember that video you saw, where a man blew up like a blimp? I created a serum that made that happen. It’s brand new. It lets me play with the design of humans. And if you were to look in my backpack, you will see a canister releasing a gaseous form of my serum that has been slowly filling up the room.” I took a step closer and loomed over him, and found myself enjoying watching him breath hard. “This particular version of my serum is designed to make the human body….what’s a simple way of saying it…go into orgasm overdrive.” I leaned forward slightly, “Tell me, my test subject, how are you feeling.”

Being this close, I could observe every inch of Bret’s confused expression. He was straining, but it wasn’t from pain. It was the expression of someone who was trying very hard to hold still when they wanted to move. I twitched my hands. Bret threw his hands protectively over his crotch, leaving me free to redirect to his chest and caress his nipples through his tight uniform. “Gahhhh.” Bret shuddered again, thrashing on the chair and falling out. A dark stain was growing from his crotch to his thighs. I placed my foot directly on it and moved it around, feeling Bret shudder beneath me.

“Oh good, just what I’d hoped for. Your body is increasing the production of seminal fluids. You’ll cum, and quite a lot, every time.”

Bret knocked me off, and rapidly undid his belt. Struggling out of his tight pants, he and I gazed at his erection, glazed in own juices. I sank to my knees, reaching for it without thinking.

“Fuck you.” Bret pushed me and I fell on my back. He rolled over until he was half on top of me, and pulled himself over me, like a drowning man pulling himself onto a piece of driftwood. I knew what he was doing; he was falling back onto old habits. His favorite bullying position was to sit on his victims chest, his legs pinning their arms, while both his hands were free. And there I was once again; only this time Bret was bottomless, and his hard dick was waving in my face.

“You do realize,” I said calmly as a pulse of white shot from his dick out of my line of vision. “I actually like this.”

“Now you listen to me, you piece of shit faggot.” Bret spit out through heavy breathing. “Whatever you did to me, you are going to undo it.”

“Are we back to a business transaction? Because it seems to me the tables have turned.”

Bret slapped me hard across the face. Grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling, he leaned down into my face.

“Listen to me you piece of-“

“GET OFF ME OR I’LL NEVER GIVE YOU THE ANTIDOTE.” Rage erupted from my being, my torment from school years. “And you will never stop cumming!” I smiled with true joy at his suffering, “You’ll cum and cum and cum until you have no body fluids left to squirt out. And that will kill you, unless the workload being placed on your heart gets there first.”

Bret arm froze in mid-air. Then he started looking weird, and I realized he was thinking. I took the opportunity to squirm and writhe beneath him, causing him to squirt another load past my face. He spasmed, and fell off me. He lay on his back breathing hard, his dick waiving high in the air. I sat up, looking over at the spent man who once made my life so difficult. I reached over and grabbed his dick again, setting off several white spurts that rained back down on my hand. Bret spasmed again, but seemed too weak to do anything else but lay there. I jerked him off again and again, forcing him to cum until my hand was completely slimed. After a deep breath, Bret mumbled something.

“What was that?” I jerked him off again for another white shower, “ I couldn’t hear you?”

“I’m sorry!” Bret moaned in between panting, “I’m sorry I was a dick to you in school, and I’m sorry I tried to blackmail you. Now please make it stop, I can’t take it anymore!” Bret’s eyes filing with tears, he reached into his front pocket and held out the flash drive.

I calmly took it from him and walked over to my bag. I picked up a black case and opened it to reveal a injector pen. I walked back over to Bret and jabbed it in his thigh. The motion set off another orgasm, and the fluid shot out and sprayed all over the front of my t-shirt.

10 minutes later, Bret’s red and exhausted looking member was flopped over. I reached up into a cabinet and found a cup. Filling it up with water at the sink, I sank down beside Bret; lifting his head and bringing the cup to his lips. He drank greedily, spilling half all over himself, but enough got into him that I stopped worrying about his hydration status.

“You in there Bret?” I asked, he nodded. “Good. Here’s what going to happen next. You’re going to clean yourself up and finish your shift.  You are going to go back to your normal life, and I will see you in two weeks time.”

“What…why?”

“Because Bret, I didn’t give you the antidote. I gave you something that will slow the serum, but not stop it. By my estimations, what just happened to you will happen again in three weeks, so I’m going to check back in two.” Bret paled.

“Also, you are going to want to keep this quiet, for your own sake. This is brand new bioengineering, and there are people out there who, if they knew it existed, are going to want to get their hands on it. If they find out that you have been injected with it, they are going to turn you into a lab rat, understand?”

Bret nodded. I grabbed my backpack and stood over him. He lay there on the break room floor with no pants, lying in a pool of white glaze. It was the fear in his eyes that made me pause, maybe the same fear that was on my face years ago.

I sighed. “Look Bret, this wasn’t personal. I didn’t know who blackmailed me, but this was the course of action I chose to take. You chose to blackmail me, that’s on you, and you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. But now you have the serum in you, and that brings you into what I’m doing. All you have to do is stay quiet, and your life can go back to what it was. And for what it’s worth,” I turned the doorhandle, “it’s going to increase your metabolism, so you should see some weight loss. I think you’ll enjoy that side effect, but let me know if you lose more than 10 pounds this week. ”

The lights were on, but the mall was quiet. I walked through the black store windows, my own reflection walking beside me. Despite the fact I was reeking of cum, I felt lighter and better than I had in a very long time.