The Giant of Bright Tower, Chapter 2

My eyes opened. I glanced out the window to see the very tops of trees bathed in a dazzling sunlight. I rolled over and saw I had half an hour before my alarm. This was weird, I never woke up this early.

A floorboard creaked outside my door. I froze, perplexed, and then remembered I had a houseguest.

“Is that you Bubba?” I called to the door. Silence, and then the door opened to reveal Bubba with a sheepish grin filling my doorway.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he squeezed his way into my bedroom. He was wearing a raggedy white t-shirt that came half-way down his belly and red checkered boxers stretched thin around his waist. “I woke up two hours ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.”

I rolled over, “Which makes me the parent who needs a little more sleep.” I closed my eyes. There was no sound or movement. “You’re still standing there aren’t you?” There were a couple of heavy thuds on the floor, then my bed groaned. I kept my eyes firmly shut. I felt a warm pressure on my back and an arm reach over me, Bubba’s breath in my ear. “Mmmmmm, 20 more minutes.” The pressure moved on top of me. “10 more minutes.” Serious weight was now pushing me into the bed. “5 more minutes.” Bubba must have stopped holding himself up as the weight now squashed me into the mattress.

“Okay,” I wheezed, “time to get up.”

An hour and coffee later, Bubba sat on my exam table, making me thankful I sprang for extra reinforcement. He was in his own clothes; I didn’t bother to offer him a gown as none I had would fit. His legs swung back and forth as he watched my every move.

“That’s a good boy, make daddy even bigger,” he chuckled.

“Sorry daddy,” I rechecked my notes to make sure I had the correct amount for his BMI. “This is serious time, I need silence.” I turned to give him a smile. He looked back and made a zipping motion across his lips. I picked up a vial and drew up a carefully measured dose into a syringe.

“Ok,” I turned around. Bubba made a small squealing noise. “Due to your size, I have to use a significant volume, which means I need to use a large muscle so-”
“It goes in the butt?”

“It goes in the butt.”

Bubba hopped down with a thud, turned around and slid his pants off. I alcohol-wiped a section, stuck him, and hesitated for only a moment before pushing the solution into his colossal ass.

“Ompf! That hurt.” He pulled up his pants. “So, what happens now?

“Now,” I placed the syringe in a sharps container, “We wait. First symptom should be hunger. At least, that’s what happened with Harold.”

“How long does that take?”

“Well, with him I noticed he started whining and scratching his food bowel after about two hours. But we’re making the jump to humans, so…that’s a maybe two hours?”

“Oky doky.” Bubba shrugged, “So what do you want to do until then?”

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“No, I can’t. I can’t take anymore. It’s too much!”

“C’mon,” Bubba pleaded, “I need it. I need more!”

“I can’t! I just can’t Bubba!” I tossed my empty popcorn bowel aside. “ I can’t watch another episode. I can’t take Sarah and Greg. They just keep playing around. They’re perfect for each other, why can’t they see that.” I turned on the couch and pretended to sob into his shoulder, “Why can’t they see thaaaaattt.”

Bubba gentle tapped my head, “There, there. Maybe they’ll get together in the next episode.” He picked up the bowel, “I need another drink. Want some more popcorn?”

“Yes please. Ughhhhhh, this show is killing me!”

Bubba went to the kitchen. I picked up the remote and called, “I’m not starting it, I’m just putting on a cooking show!” I settled back and started watching some chefs talk about an Italian dish I’d never heard of. They chatted about sautéing a bunch of weird mushrooms with wine, and threw in a bunch of other ingredients. Then they placed the whole thing over pasta and the camera zoomed in for a well-lite close up. Just watching it made me hungry, which made me wonder where my popcorn was. I did some quick math; I just watched them cook pasta, which takes about 15 minutes.

I made my way into the kitchen, where I found Bubba sitting at the table. Multiple empty Tupperware containers were sitting in front of him while he ate from one.

“Hey.”

“Oh hey,” Bubba waved his fork in my direction. “Sorry, got a bit hungry. Thought I’d grab a quick bite.”

I casually glanced at my watch. It had been two and a half hours since the injection. “That’s cool,” I gestured at the table, “Is this what you normally consider a quick bite?”

“Uh,” Bubba looked it over, “No. This would be a big snack, I think.” He took another bite. “Why, do you think you’re stuff is starting to work?”

“Could be.” I sat down at the table beside him, “Do you feel anything else beside hunger?”

Bubba shrugged. “Can’t tell. As I said,” he took another bite, “I’ve always been a big eater.”

“Well, at least this time I get to communicate with my test subject. Harold wasn’t much of a talker.” I smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Just hungry right now. I’ll finish this, we’ll watch the next episode, and then I’m gonna head to my gym for a workout.”

After Bubba left, I kept myself busy with a few chores. But as two hours became three, then four. I started to get worried. When night fell, I was just about to call him when the door opened and he came through the door carrying several takeout bags.

“Bubba? You ok? You said you’d be back earlier?”

“Yeah, sorry.” He plopped the bags on my table with a huge grin. “Man, you’re stuff is great! I’ve been eating a ton.” He opened a bag and pulled out a burger. Unwrapping it, he shoved it in his mouth one handed and reached in for another.

“So what’s been going on?”

“Well.” Bubba swallowed, “I finished my workout, and had my usual post-workout meal. But I was still hungry. So I hit up a burger joint for some burgers, and got a couple to go. Then some tacos, dumplings, fried chicken, and I ordered a couple pizzas to be delivered,” he pulled out some money, “That’s for the guy when he shows up.”

“I-wow,” I didn’t know what to say. “That’s a lot.”

“Yep,” Bubba finished the burger, “Now this I might consider a big meal, though not my biggest.” While chewing he rubbed his belly. “I told ya, I love eating.” The doorbell rang. Bubba, who had just shoved the next burger in his mouth, handed me the money and pointed.

When I returned with the pizzas, he had finished the burgers and had moved on to the chicken. I set the boxes on the table and sat down, watching with fascination as Bubba moved through his boneless chicken as fast as I had moved through my popcorn. Bubba caught me watching. He grinned at me, the same grin as last night.

“Whew. Getting hot in here, don’t ya think?” Bubba grinned, and after popping another piece of chicken in, he whipped off his shirt. Pecs still swollen from his workout rested on top of his gut, covering most of his lap. Now that I knew Bubba had just eaten a ton, I thought it looked a little more filled up. One of his hands rubbed it invitingly, the other popping more chicken in. I pulled my chair closer to this magnificent mound. My hands exploring the surface of this warm, smooth mass; part worship, part scientific curiosity. He closed his eyes and leaned back, chewing with a relaxing smile on his face.

“Aw yeah, this is the life,” Bubba mused. I rubbed harder, digging in, feeling his belly. Some parts were soft and malleable. Other parts were like a basketball, firm and unyielding. As I rubbed, Bubba finished the chicken, and handed me the dumplings.

“Feed daddy boy.” Bubba shifted his chair until his was facing mine, and we got as close as his belly let us. It bowed over from his lap and invaded mine. It loomed in my vision, just filling all the space in front of me below my chin. I leaned in and rested against it. It was like leaning against a warm yoga ball.

“Looks like boy’s having fun, but Daddy’s hungry boy,” His hand rubbed the back of my head. I leaned back and picked up a dumpling. I reached up and popped it into his open mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and opened his mouth again. Over and over, I popped them in until the dumplings were gone, quickly followed by the tacos.

“Daddy, can we change positions? My arms are burning from reaching over your belly?” He looked at me.

“Over my what?”

“Your…enormous, huge, gigantic belly.”

“That’s right, boy.” With surprising speed, Bubba stood up. “Loose the clothes, grab the pizza.” He headed toward the living room. I stripped, grabbed the box and headed to the living room. Bubba was naked, sitting in front of the couch. His legs were spread apart, giving me a glorious view of his belly and thick member hiding just underneath the lower curve. He rubbed his belly with one hand and gestured for me to sit behind him. I plopped down on the couch behind him, the back of his head rubbing against my hard on. Playfully, Bubba moved his head up, down, and side to side to wag my dick around. I giggled.

“Enough. Daddy’s hungry.” I grabbed a slice of pizza and with two hands guided it over his head and to his mouth. I felt him take a huge bite, muscles in his jaw working furiously. I held the pizza there with one hand for him, while the other grabbed the remote.

“Ready for the next episode?”

“Nope,” Bubba spoke through the pizza, “This looks good.” The TV was still on the cooking channel and a show called ‘Mightiest Meat in America,’ was talking about a restaurant that served a 32oz deep fried steak.

“Awww yeah. That looks great.” Bubba chewed on the crust as I reached for another slice. “I could just pick that up and gghgmf,” I had brought it around and he had taken a huge bite. Holding it in front of him, he ate it like an ear of corn, swallowing and biting in rapid succession. 4 more slices disappeared this way. Bubba stopped for air and came back to polished off the last 2. I hopped up to grab the last pizza and a soda from the fridge. I returned, and had set the box on the couch when Bubba grabbed me and pulled me to the ground.

“Boy’s done such a good job, boy should get a reward. Boy gets to feel Daddy get bigger and bigger.” Bubba shifted me around until I was kneeling and leaning nude against his belly with his right arm holding me snug against it. With his left hand, he brought the pizza down to the floor, flipped the top open and grabbed a fresh slice.

“Tell me you can feel Daddy’s gut growing, boy.” Bubba said before taking a huge bite. Cheeks puffed out, he chewed and swallowed, then starting rubbing my back. “Tell Daddy.”

“I can feel Daddy’s gut growing,” I rubbed his belly in large circles. “It’s so big, Daddy’s worked hard.” I rubbed my face against it. “I love Daddy’s big belly.”

“Yeah. Daddy’s big and powerful.” Bubba reached for another slice. “Boy is helping daddy become big and strong. Daddy’s been so hungry today, and it’s all thanks to boy.” Bubba took another bite, “Daddy wants boy to show him how much he loves daddy’s belly.”

Kissing and rubbing my face against his mass, I shifted around until I was straddling his right leg. Leaning back, I grabbed my throbbing erection and aimed for the fat fold between his belly and thigh. It was small given that most of his belly rested like a boulder in front of him, but it was warm and tight from the pressure of his belly and the muscles in his thigh. I leaned forward, surrendering myself. Arms wide and hugging as much as I could reach, I started gently humping; my eyes closed. Mind blank.

“Good boy,” Bubba spoke through a mouthful of pizza. Hand on my back, he gently encouraged me to thrust harder. “Show daddy how much you like his gut.” His grease covered hand pressed against my mouth. My mouth opened and I sucked on his salty fingers. I was thrusting harder and faster, a combination of pre-cum and sweat lubricating the fat fold until I was sliding in and out with ease. My hands explored the mass of flesh in front of me; big, warm and soft. I was in heaven. How often had I searched for pictures of weightlifters and football players when they were off season, bulking up as big as they could before needing to slim down. Big, glorious men of fat and muscle. That what was before me now, a fantasy come true. I was picking up a real sweat now. Dimly, I may have been aware of Bubba moving, his left hand reaching down to join in on the fun. His right hand was on me, pressing into my back, commanding me to thrust harder. His hand reached up and down my body, exploring my ass, rubbing a thick finger against my asshole.

“Daddy….I’m…I’m getting close!”
 “Good boy. Do it, come on daddy. Soak daddy’s gut. Make him stronger.” Bubba was shaking between me and his left hand, furiously jerking himself off. With one last thrust, I cried out and held myself tight against Bubba, pulsating into the fold, my jizz oozing out. I stayed like that for a bit while Bubba kept vibrating.

“Get Daddy another slice boy! NOW!”

Stumbling, I moved around Bubba’s gut to grab the box of pizza. Picking it up, I plopped myself back on the couch behind him, my legs straddling his head. Grabbing a slice in each hand, I shoved them into Bubba’s face, keeping my fingers back as far as I could. Bubba attacked them with a ravenous hunger unbefitting a man who had just consumed so much. He arched his back, working his hand furiously, mouth sucking in as much as it could.

“GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARGH”

I felt the couch shift as Bubba flexed. His whole body shook like an earthquake, and I held on for dear life. Bubba pressed back against me for a long while. Then he slowly collapsed and went limp.

“Wow,” Bubba signed, his head resting against my thigh. “I haven’t cum like that since middle school.” His tongue reached out to lick at my sauce and cheese covered fingers. I moved my hands so he could suck on them. He mindlessly sucked and licked at them, resting his head against my thigh. I leaned back as well, and we watched a little more of the cooking channel.

“Ok,” Bubba’s voice seemed to jolt me awake, “Shower and then bed for both of us.” He leaned forward and stood up between me and the TV. I clicked it off.

“We can use my shower.”

“Lead the way.”

I lead Bubba upstairs into the master bathroom. The shower was a large glass enclosure with light grey stone tiles. I reached in, turned the water to hot, and stuck my hand in to wait for it to warm up. Bubba stood behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders. He worked on muscles I didn’t know I had, digging his strong fingers deep. I signed and leaned against him. His gut, stuffed from his eating, was the only thing I could feel against my back, but then-

“Seriously?”

“ Looks like it.”

I turned around. Sure enough, Bubba jr was standing at attention. I reached out to rub it playfully.

“Hmm,” I wondered,  “You said before that you hadn’t come like that since middle school, right?”

“Yep.”

Without thinking, I moved closer to examine it. “It could be because Goliath is working already. First your hunger and now this? The schedule is to draw your blood tomorrow morning, but if we do it now, I’ll bet we’ll see an increase in your testosterone and human growth hormone levels-“

Bubba’s hand pressed my face into his groin, his hard member throbbing against my cheek.

“I don’t wanna do science now,” he then reached under my armpits and carried me into the shower. The hot water cascaded over the both of us. He set me down on my feet, and then proceeded to belly bump me against the wall of the shower. Placing his hands against the wall above my head. He pressed his gut into me, pinning me in place. I stare up into his face. The spray of water didn’t reach the top of his head, so he gazed down at me without blinking. The water that did reach him ran down between his pecs, down the mountain of flesh between us. He was pressing into me so hard the water hadn’t yet reached my legs.

I reached for the soap. Lathering it up in my hands, I began to rub my hands over his belly. I moved my face down to help as well, and my cheeks were sliding back and forth as well. I felt him move a bit back, giving me more room to maneuver. My hand reached down and started rubbing and lathering up his erection. He smiled, closing his eyes to the sensation. I slipped my leg between his thighs and stepped forward. His warm throbbing manhood was now squeezed between my thigh and the underside of his belly. Bubba began to slowly thrust against that pressure. I felt him readjust his stance and take a step to pin me against the shower wall. Once I was secure, the power and tempo of his thrusts against my leg increased. I glanced up. His eyes were closed, mouth partway open. The tension in his shoulders and arms kept his upper body steady, his legs were doing all the work. I re-lathered, and reached down to add some more soap. I kept my hands flexed and in the hump zone to act like bowling bumper lanes to keep his dick from sliding out.

“Yeah…that’s great.” Bubba began thrusting even harder. With each thrust, his gut lightly squashed me against the wall. “Yeah boy, you know what Daddy likes, don’t cha?”

“Yes sir, Daddy sir,” I said, “Daddy is so big, he’s pinned me against the wall. I can’t move, I can only please Daddy.”

“Good boy.” Bubba was thrusting harder and faster now, “Boy is doing a good job. Boy just needs to…keep doing that…for….GAAAAAAAAAA”

Bubba thrusted forward, and I was pinned to the wall with nearly all the breath knocked out of me. I felt his dick throb and pulse against my leg. His cum was hotter than the water and I felt spurts and spurts of it coating my thigh. He strained, his gut pressing into me. If I wasn’t so slippery from water, soap and cum, it may have pushed me up off of my feet. He stayed like that for what may have been a full thirty seconds before finally relaxing. As soon as his gut was not longer holding me up, he must have seen me waver because he reached out to catch me under the armpits before I fell. He slowly lowered me to the floor, and I sat there like a limp rag.

I rubbed my hand against my slimy leg. “Dude, this was even more than before.” I looked up to see him looming over me with a grin.

“You make me hot and bothered boy, take some responsibility for it.” He lowered his head into the spray of water and cleaned up. He then reached his hand down and I took it. He did all the lifting, setting me on my feet. He got some soap and lathered me up and down; I was too spent to resist, not that I would if I could. We stepped out of the shower, and I handed him as many clean towels as I could. He dried off with a routine that spoke of never having a towel big enough. I made a mental note to order the biggest towels I could find, as well as some suction cup shower handles.

Once dry, Bubba announced, “Well, I’m off to bed. See ya in the morning for day two. Can’t wait.” He lumbered out of my room, and soon I heard the stairs groan underneath him. My head spinning with all that had transpired, I hit the lights and crawled into bed. As I settled down, I could faintly hear the opening of the fridge and Bubba getting himself a late night snack.

Middle school indeed, I smiled and rolled over instantly asleep.