The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 12

“Professor Steve, dude, you gotta help me raise my grade.”

“I understand you’re doing poorly in my class…AJ, was it?”

“Yeah, AJ, you know,” He gave a cocky grin and gestured to his backwards red baseball cap, “I’m always in the backrow?”

I took a long, slow breath. “Well AJ, it’s a little late in the semester to be coming to see me.”

“Well, I’m here now. Better late than never, right? So anyway, this last test,” he leaned forward, “I was sort of hoping I could get another shot at it.”

“AJ, I am not going to let you retake a test for a better grade.”

“But my ‘rents are going to see my grades when I go home for winter break! C’mon, pleeeeeese?”

“No,” I crossed my arms, “In case you haven’t noticed you are no longer a senior in high school, skating along until the end of school. You are a freshmen in college, and things are a little different.”

“But-“

“AJ,” I cut him off with a wave of my hand, “If you are really interested in raising your grade, I suggest you read the class syllabus. And I mean for real this time, not just that chorus of ‘Yes’s” I got when I asked the class at the beginning of the semester.” I leaned back in my chair. “Complete at least three of the extra credit assignments, and I will believe you are serious about improving your grade.”

AJ opened his mouth again, but I pulled out my best annoyed teacher expression. He made a face, picked up his backpack, and stormed out. I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. My eyes found the clock, only 5 minutes left of Friday afternoon open office hours and I could go home.

I heard a knock and looked up. Viktor filled the doorway with his body and a smile.

“Viktor. Good to see you.”

“Hey Professor Steve.” Viktor crossed my small office in two steps and sat down across from my desk. He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, “Everything ok?”

“Just a student coming to me now regarding his grade.” I leaned back in my chair. “And he actually thought he could pull off the red-hat-in-the-back trick.”

“The what?”

“A group of students agree to sit in the same seat in the back of the class with a very identifiable piece of clothing; such as a brightly colored hat or purse. They take turns coming to class and taking notes, but give the impression that they all have perfect attendance, since the clothing is the only thing the professor can make out from the front of the room. I, however, am perfectly aware that the person sitting in the back row with a red hat is not always AJ. I wonder if they know he just blew it for them, since now they can’t come and claim to be the one in the red baseball cap since I can just say ‘no that’s AJ’.”

“Wow,” Viktor unzipped his backpack, “You’re good.”

“Meh, just smart enough to be a professor and young enough to understand the mindset of students.”

Viktor nodded, pulling out a sheet of paper. “I wanted to turn in some extra credit.”

“Great.” I took it and added it to my pile, “You should see it added to your grade on the student portal within a week.”

“Thanks,” Viktor remained seated, “So…how has your ‘science project’ been going?” He said, actually raising his hands to do the air quotes.

I smiled, “My ‘science project’,” I returned the air quotes, “Is going quite well. A month ago I made a breakthrough I was hoping for, and now things are going to get interesting.”

“Good to hear, and how’s Bubba?”

“For our next phase, I told him he should have a lot of excesses body fat as a precaution, and he has been happily stuffing himself at every opportunity.”

Viktor nodded. He looked around the office, “So…I’m thinking about changing my major. I signed up for English, but that’s super boring. I was wondering what you could tell me about majoring in Chemistry?”

I paused, not quite sure how to proceed, or what was meant by the question. “It’s…not a major to sign up for lightly. It’s a major that indicates exactly what you intend to do with your professional career. In addition to science , you will have to take some high level math classes as well, none of them easy. You’re well on your way to getting an A in chem 101, but that is just the beginning of your chemistry courses. And I won’t be able to help you with tutoring-“

Viktor raised a hand to cut me off, “You can stop there. I wasn’t asking because I know you, I just wanted to hear your opinion. I looked at it, and yeah, I agree with everything you said. And while your class is cool, the other classes look pretty intense.”

I nodded, “It gets serious quickly.”

“Do you know about any of the other science majors?”

I shook my head, “I am a biochemistry boy, that question is for your academic counselor.”

“Cool. Well,” Viktor grabbed his things and stood up, “according to your syllabus, office hours are over. Tell Bubba I said hi.”

I nodded. Viktor turned and stopped at the doorframe. He reached his hands behind him to hook his thumbs into his pants. He pulled them down for a quick show of his beautiful round chubby muscle butt before hiking them back up.

“Later professor Steve.”

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“He did what?”

“He mooned me,” I set another box in the truck, “Right there in my office.”

“Ha! I like that kid,” Bubba laughed, setting a huge box next to mine. “It so cute when he tries to flirt.”

I froze bending over to pick up a bag, “when he what?”

“Oh don’t tell me you can’t see it, he likes ya.” Bubba set the last box in the back of the truck and put his hands on his hips. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you the day he came over.”

“The day you passed out in my Foyer?”

Bubba waved his hand dismissively, “His eyes were always on you and there was a look on his face,” Bubba clasped his hands together and brought them up to his cheek. He rotated side to side while making kissing noises.

I shoved him in his gut; he didn’t budge an inch. “And if is flirting,” I asked playfully, “You jealous?”

“Bah,” Bubba rolled his eyes, “ I save the drama for my TV shows. If you like him, I ain’t gonna stop ya. Hell,” I felt Bubba’s belly press against my back as he reached down to rub my shoulders, “what about you being sandwiched between us, huh? You the burger between two huge buttery buns?”

I paused for a few seconds to think about that potentially glorious threeway, then shook my head. “He is really hot,”I pushed away from Bubba to finishing picking up the bag, “But he should focus on having a normal college experience and not getting anymore involved in experimental bioengineering.”

Bubba shrugged his shoulders, “He’ll be out of your class soon enough. What if he wants to chill with you next year?”

“I’ll worry about that then. Right now,” I set the bag in the truck and turned to Bubba, “You ready for this?”

Bubba grinned, and slapped his chest.

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Bubba turned his truck into the mall parking garage and made the two turns leading us to the expanse of concrete between us and the Bright Tower Mall biofuel storage room. I got out to unlock the door while he backed up to turn the truck around. I threw open the doors, the lights flicked on revealing the massive green tanks; silently breaking down vast amounts of leftover pizza, burgers, and fries.

“Thinking about last time?” Bubba walked past me carrying boxes

“Actually, thinking about how I studied fast food for about a month to determine it’s average chemical composition to determine the best enzymes needed to break it down.”

“Yeah, We’ve spent the last month studying fast food too,” Bubba looked down and grabbed his gut with both hands. “Ain’t that right buddy?” He said, giving it a shake.

We brought out our supplies, and unrolled a thick tarp in a wide expanse of floor near the tanks. Since I wasn’t sure if standing or sitting would work, I brought a bunch of pillows in various sizes that Bubba brought out. Near the tarp I set up my equipment into the best makeshift lab I could, at the very least making sure everything was easily accessible. I’d gone over this again and again, and I was straightforward with Bubba that I was 80% sure about this. He just grinned back at me.

With everything set up, I turned around to find Bubba had taken off his shirt. His back was wide and muscled; it had to be to be able to carry all the weight in the front. Hands on his hips, he was looking up at the giant green tanks

“Does it look like too much?” I asked him, finding the small black case I was looking for.

“Maybe,” Bubba replied, still gazing, “But it’s like looking at a bar with weight I’m not sure I can lift. Something in me just wants to try.”

Setting the case down on the table, I popped the claps and lifted the lid. Nestled in the soft gray foam, a line of plastic divided the tray into two halves. One half held a black auto-injection pen, the other half held three white ones, labeled 1,2, and 3.

“That them?” Bubba came to stand behind me.

“Yep,” I replied, pointing to the black pen, “That’s what’s going to get this party started. These three,” I pointed to the white ones, “ are the anti-serum.”

“What are the numbers for?”

“The first one is equal in strength to the Goliath Serum dose I’ll be injecting. The second one is twice as strong, in the event I made any errors between the Serum and the anti-serum. The third is exponentially stronger than the Goliath Serum, and is my back-up of back-ups.” I tapped my finger on the open lid, “If I have to use that, then things have gone very, very wrong.”

Bubba clapped me on my shoulder. “No worries, Steve. You’re a smart guy, you got this.”

My hand reached up to my shoulder to rub his. I felt how big, meaty, and strong that hand was. Was it possible in a few hours to be thin and skeletal?

I tapped his hand, back to business. I had Bubba carry a machine and set it up between the tarp and the camera. I attached a hose from the tank to the machine, and had a tube coming out the other end. The machine would give me better control than simply turning the spigot. I could set the rate and volume of flow of liquid, and even allow me to record the amount dispensed. On the end of the tube that Bubba would end up with, there was a clasp he could hold that he can squeeze to open the tube, like the hose at a gasoline pump.

I walked around the edges of the mat and turned on 4 different cameras. After getting a blood sample from Bubba, he rolled his shoulders and asked. “Well, is it time?”

I hesitated for only a second, then nodded.

Bubba let out a whoop, and took off his sweatpants. He stood in plain white boxers, turned around and pulled the waistline down to show off his glorious huge bottom. Alcohol wiping a section off, I pushed the pen against him until I heard it click.

“Omphf, I felt that one.” Bubba readjusted his boxers and rubbed the spot. “now what?”

“Now we wait, “ I replied, “ but I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.”

We didn’t. fifteen minutes later, Bubba brought the tube op to his mouth and squeezed. The tan liquid made its way through the coil up to his mouth and he took some large gulps.

“Same taste as last time?” I asked.

Bubba rolled some around in his mouth, “A little smoother, but still thick. Like a milkshake that’s not cold or sweet.” He took another gulp, “But it sure hits the spot.” He rubbed his belly with his free hand. “My guy’s hungry.”

I took another blood sample, and rubbed his belly as well. Bubba pushed himself into my hands. I set my supplies down and returned to massage his belly. Bubba reached down with one arm and pressed me into his belly. With his other, he raised the tube and took another long swallow, followed by a loud belch.

“I felt that,” I said. Bubba chuckled, then took another swallow. He rubbed me against his belly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good,” Bubba replied. “So far, drinking this is more automatic, ya know? Like reaching for another potato chip.”

“Pretty sure this has more calories than a potato chip.”

Bubba laughed. He handed me the tube, and lowered himself to the floor among the pillows. He laid on his back, with his upper body elevated, and beckoned with a finger. I approached, and the second I got close enough, he reached up and yanked my pants down to my ankles.

“Oh come on,” I stepped out of shoes and pants in just my undies. “I’m trying to remain an unbiased, objective scientist here.”

“Boy you stopped doing that when we first met.”

I wanted to argue back, but he was right. He held his hand out for the tube, but I stepped around him closer, and held the spigot near his lips.

Bubba smiled, “yeah, I’m the monster truck daddy, and you’re topping off the tank.” He opened his mouth, and I pushed the tube in and squeezed.

Bubba relaxed into his pile of pillows with his eyes closed, peaceful as a nursing baby. His hands explored his gut with loving tenderness. Long slow rubs over his huge mound of flesh.

After a little while, Bubba’s eyes opened, and he signaled for me to stop.

“What’s up?”

Bubba smacked his lips. “I feel it going down. I feel it sloshing around,” he shook his belly side to side. “But I’ve only been getting hungrier.”

He took the tube from me and stuck it back into his mouth. I fetched a stethoscope. Getting down on my knees between Bubba’s legs, I leaned against his belly to listen.

“What’s up doc?”

I leaned back to take the ear pieces out. “I think my guess was right. Your huge calorie needs have kicked your digestive track into overdrive. You’re absorbing anything you’re eating as fast, or faster than, you’re eating it.” I looked at the clasp in his hand, “And I don’t think you’re eating fast enough.”

Bubba looked at me, still sucking on the spigot. He popped it out of his mouth, “So it’s time?” I nodded. He smiled.

I went to grab a thinner, but stronger hose and a black half mask, like one of those ski masks that protect the lower face from the cold. I switched hoses at the machine, and fed the other tube through the strap. Walking over to Bubba, I handed him the hose, which he fed down his throat. The strap fit over his head, holding the tube in place. Bubba settled in among the pillows looking like Hannibal Lecter drinking through a straw. I went back to the machine.

“You ready?”

Despite all that he has already consumed, Bubba’s stomach let out a growl that echoed around the room. He grabbed his stomach and nodded.

I hit start, and set the flow a little faster than what Bubba had been swallowing on his own. A minute later, I heard another growl, and Bubba motion for me to increase. I upped the flow. Two more signals to increase the speed until Bubba’s face relaxed.

I cautiously stepped away from the machine and approached Bubba. Laying among the pillows, he seemed to be doing ok.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked. This next stage was it, the thing that we had decided would be the first thing to see if could be done. His mouth occupied, Bubba looked me in the eye with the most serious expression on his face that I’ve ever seen him make. And nodded.

I walked back to the machine. My hands running over the dials, I tripled the speed. The liquidated food was now rushing through the hose and into Bubba. I watched as this seemed to have an immediate effect on him. The mask keeping the tube in place, he rolled around on his side and back, as if trying to get comfortable. He finally settled on his hands and knees.

“Do you need me to stop?” I called

Bubba firmly shook his head side to side.  I made sure the stop button was easily accessible, and then slowly approached Bubba. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“How ya doin’ big guy?” Bubba could only gestured with one hand. I could only make him repeat that, “What do you need, I don’t understand?” Bubba rolled his eyes. He leaned back and with one hand, ripped off his white boxers. His dick freed from its holdings swayed back and forth, swollen and dripping. I chastised myself for forgetting about this side effect.

“Roll over,” Bubba obediently rolled onto his back, his hands on his gut. I kneeled down and enveloped his member in my mouth. My mouth working furiously, I could see from this angle Bubba’s face disappear slowly like the setting sun as his belly grew and grew. Suddenly, I heard a moan, and seconds later I felt the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat. I released him as more fiery jets shot into the air.

“Nice one,” I said. Bubba chuckled as best he could. I leaned back. Bubba rolled over, and after struggling a little, stood up. His belly noticeably bigger, He took several steps to practice adjusting to the new weight. Legs out wide, he squatted down several times.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him. Bubba gave me a thumbs up, but then pointed down below. His dick was once again at attention.

“I am really gonna have to work on this side effect,” I laughed. Bubba looked me in the eyes and shook his head no, then gave me a double thumbs up. Bubba then waved to indicate he was sitting down, and with a great heave his growing belly seemed to roll back on him until his upper torso disappeared from my view. I rushed forward, but Bubba was already adjusting himself. He pushed himself up until he was sitting with his legs out wide, his ever growing belly filling the space in front of him.

Both of us were watching in amazement. His gut had surpassed the size it was the first time. My adjustment to the Goliath Serum had worked. His body could adapt, stretch, and swell without risk of breaking. His body would simply ‘grow’ a bigger stomach. It was now so large that Bubba was no longer holding himself up with his hands behind him. He just sat on the floor attached to his gut which was rapidly approaching the size of a small car.

Bubba made a sound. At first I thought he was struggling, but I realized he was doing his best to yell in celebration. One arm embracing his behemoth, the other he raised and swung around in the air, like he was riding a bull at a rodeo.

“Glad you like, big guy. But I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Bubba violently shook his head side to side, shaking his hand with his thumb up.

“No. We need to test that it worked and that I can get you back to normal.”

Bubba gave me a long look after those words. His hands wide and rubbing his expansion

“No, you can’t stay like this. Besides, your dick must be throbbing under this thing,” I slapped the wall of flesh growing before me, “And neither you or I can reach it.”

Bubba looked crestfallen, but nodded. I went to shut off the machine. I walked behind Bubba to help take off the mask.

“Gahhh,” Bubba gasped when the tube was out of his mouth, “Holy God, I feel incredible! Look at this guy?” He leaned forward to hug himself. “I never dreamed I could be so big!”

“It is enormous, isn’t it?”

“I love it, I love it, I love it. Oh man,” Bubba shook himself side to side, “I don’t think I can move. My belly is so big I can’t move.”

I walked up to touch him as well, and as soon as I was within grabbing distance, Bubba seized me and one armed hugged me against him.

“Boy, you are somethin’ else. I can’t even give you a noogie right now ‘cause I can’t reach.”

I patted his arm. Easing out of his grip and with my hands, I explored the results of my hard work. With Bubba sitting down, his belly ballooned out in front of him past his feet. The highest point in the middle was over my head. My hands exploring him, I pressed in to find it was firm and warm, but not rock solid.

“Can you feel me touching you?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

Good, I thought, his nervous system grew to cover the new area as well. I continued until I was at the far end, near his belly button which was now a small pocket in his flesh. I traced my finger around the edge and the mound of flesh in front of my shook.

“That tickles!”

I continued my walk around until I was back to Bubba on his other side.

“So,” he asked, “what ja’ think?”

I leaned into the mass of belly before me and pressed my mouth against it. Bubba moaned in response. Stepping back I removed my shirt and shimmied out of my underwear. Trying to ignore that I thought his belly looked smaller than it did a moment ago, I walked up and pressed my whole body into it. My raging boner digging into his side.

Bubba made a straining noise. With a groan and enormous effort, Bubba managed to roll onto his side. I stepped back and quickly rearranged the pillows under him.

“Get at me boy,” Bubba begged.

I stepped to Bubba’s legs and crouched down. Bubba’s erection was pressed tight against his belly, both pushing at each other over dominance. I gave my hand a lick and no sooner had I touched it than Bubba groaned and white spurts shot out in even tempo. After a bit, it stopped, but the erection remained.

“I got an itch back there boy,” Bubba growled, “think you can scratch it?” Bubba lifted his leg as best he could. Straddling his bottom leg as best I could, I wiggled forward until I could press myself against his massive muscular ass and just barely get inside him. Bubba moaned the instant I was in, and he spasmed around me.

“Did you just come again?”

“Yeah,” Bubba was panting, “I’m always on edge, and that little pressure in the right place-GAAAAAH.”

More spasms. I wasted no time, but started humping as best I could. Between the serum (and possibly great loss of body fluids), soon Bubba could roll over onto his belly, though his hands could not yet reach the ground. He continued to moan with pleasure, and as I found myself ready to blow, my feet were slipping on his discharge.

Spent, I stepped back and looked at Bubba. Both his hands and belly were touching the floor now. Feeling that I was off him, he rolled over and proceeded to jack himself off as yet another jet shot out of him.

Seeing his current size snapped me out of it enough to run to my table. The box of anti serum open before me, I took one more glance over my shoulder before grabbing the number 2 pen. I slipped my way back to him and kneeled to jab the pen into this thigh.

My timing was perfect. Within 10 minutes, Bubba was back to his normal size and his dick lay limp between his legs. Laying there panting like he’s just run a marathon, he managed to lift his head high enough to look at me with a grin.

“That was awesome.”

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Somehow we managed to gather everything to throw into the truck and got back to my place before we both passed out. We were so exhausted I even managed to sleep in to my regular wake up time. Bubba snored on, and didn’t even budge as I slipped out. Grabbing a cup of coffee, I sat down at my computer. I had so much data to sift through, I had learned so much about my serum, it should keep me busy for weeks.

I saw I had a new email with the subject line “To the Big boys.” Curious, I opened the email to see the following message:

“What a wonderful show. Will be in touch.”

My heart rate picked up. There was an attachment. I clicked on it to see a video and pressed play. An image of the biofuel room from a very high up perspective and to the side. The green tanks started about halfway on the right side of the screen. The numbers and dates suggested some kind of security camera.

I knew what would happen, but I still had to watch. Setting the playback speed to triple, I watched as Bubba and I entered and set everything up, Bubba blew up like a balloon to tremendous size, and shrink back down with me attached to him. I turned it off and sat back in my chair. I did nothing but sit as my coffee grew cold in front of me.