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The Giant of Bright Tower Chapter 25
🕑 Added 2023-12-22 12:41:06 +0000 UTCLaptops closed with a dejected snap. Backpacks solemnly zipped up. The class shuffled out looking just as dejected with break being over as they were on Monday. In fact, they were so depressed that no one came up to ask me anything, so I found myself pulling out of campus earlier than usual and beating Friday traffic. I made my quick stop home, grabbed some stuff, and got back in my car.
The snow has stuck around, but it had been tamed. I had a quick, safe drive to Bubba's gym, the parking lot all glistening, black asphalt, snow neatly piled furthest from the building. Bubba was a business owner, and was not going to have someone trip, fall, and sue in HIS parking lot. When I had asked about how he had gotten it done so quickly, he said he knew a plow driver, and winked.
I pushed the door open, and the warmth and smell of the gym rushed past me. I spotted Bubba easily in his usual place; middle of the gym lifting more than my bodyweight in each hand. He grunted and hoisted the weight above his head again and again, and I recognized that he was working on his shoulders. I leaned against the welcome counter and enjoyed the show.
When he spotted me, I swear he almost dropped the weights. Setting them back as quick as he could, he made his way to me with a big smile on his face.
“We ready?”
“We’re ready, Bubba.”
He squealed like a teenage girl, and I couldn't help but chuckle. It was so adorable to see this massive man drop the tough guy act and let his little kid out. But I couldn't blame him for being excited.
He showered in record time. I settled into the passenger side of his truck and felt the usual tilt of the truck as Bubba climbed in. With a roar, the truck tore out the parking lot onto the main road, the blare of a horn informing them how close they were to another car.
"Careful Bubba!"
"I see 'em, I see 'em!"
Bubba raced through town, recklessly disregarding all traffic regulations as his car's tires screeched against semi-dry pavement. We turned into Bright Tower mall, zoomed through the parking garage, and all too quickly slamming the brakes in front of the double doors.
"We're here!" Bubba exclaimed with a grin. He hopped out of the truck, hurrying to my side and opened the door for me. My shocked face and frozen grip on the dashboard did nothing to wipe the smile from his.
"C'mon, c'mon."
"I'm waiting for my heart to restart.”
Bubba ignored me and went to the back to get the last box of supplies. I unbuckled my seatbelt staggered out of the truck, leaning heavily on the door for a minute.
“C’mon, C’mon, C’mon, C’mon.”
My feet finally cooperating, I crossed to the door and opened it. The usual blast of warm air rushed around me as I stared up at the glistening green tanks. Bubba pushed by me and set up my table and cases in the usual place. He never stopped grinning the whole time.
“Someone’s happy about this.”
“Boy, you have no idea.” Bubba said, setting the last case on the table and bending down to take off his boots.
“Slow down, It’ll take me a little while to get ready. Why don’t you connect the hose?”
Bubba grabbed the hose and whisked it away as fast as his massive legs would carry him. I sat down and opened my computer case, opening other cases as I waited for it to power on. I could see Bubba at the tank, bending over to attach the hose.
It was hard to believe that ass was about to get even bigger.
Finally, everything was open and running. I picked up the pen and turned to find a massive wall of flesh in my face.
"Well hello there." As I leaned back to take in Bubba's ass, I could see Bubba's smile over his shoulder and rising above his magnificent curves like a sunrise.
"C'mon, C'mon, this is suppose to be the big one!" He bounced a little on his feet with excitement, and they jiggled like bowls of jello.
I pressed the autopen to Bubba's backside and felt the little jolt as the needle shot out. Bubble let out a deep moan of pleasure, a pent up release of anticipation. He hiked his pants up, thought better of it, dropped them to his ankles and stepped out. As he lumbered towards the tanks, he shrugged out of his enormous coat and pulled his shirt off. I found myself watching his powerful body ripple as he moved.
I set my things down and followed. He was already attaching his half-mask to this face. I attached the hose to the tank, attached the hose to the pump machine, and held the end of a second hose up to him. He pinched it and fed several feet of it through his mask into his mouth.
"Alright, here we go." Bubba grinned.
I turned it on and set it to low, barely a gallon per minute. Bubba paced back and forth, slapping his bare chest to keep himself psyched. I tried and failed to not watch his dong swing back and forth. After 10 minutes, I turned it up, and Bubba gestured with this thumb to speed it up. I hesitated, but as I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but excitement.
He wanted this, he wanted this bad.
I increased the flow of the hose, and it coiled like a snake as the pressure made it's way through and up to his mouth. He closed his eyes and rubbed his belly. Opening them, he gestured me to come to him.
I shed my cloths as well, and moved towards him in a trance. I slowly leaned against his massive belly and closed my eyes, softly embracing all that I can reach. I felt his hands on my shoulders, their weight comforting. We stayed like that for a while. Could have been a minute, could have been an hour. It wasn't until I felt my cheek, resting against his glorious belly, start to be pulled upward.
I opened my eyes and looked up. Bubba was gazing back down at me with love in his eyes, the hose still spurting away. I pulled back and he looked at me confused.
"I think you're growing?"
His eyes widened, and he began feeling himself all over. I rushed back to the table and grabbed a sharpie.
"To the tank."
I got to the ladder, shoved the sharpie in my mouth, and climbed up a couple feet as Bubba pressed his back against the tank as close to the ladder as he could. I took the cap of the sharpie off with my teeth and drew a line at the top of Bubba's head. I climbed back down, Bubba standing right behind me to see me safely down. We waited 5 minutes, and when Bubba stepped back up to the tank, he let out a muffled hollar and pointed. There was no point in measuring, the line was now level with his mouth.
I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. Bubba's transformation was perfect. He was growing, but his body proportions remained the same. A part of me was sad that his belly was the same size and not swelling up, but all those calories were being used by the Goliath serum to grow him. Bubba's eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and excitement. He reached up to adjust the mask strap to meet his new size, and then his hands rubbed his massive belly playfully. I think he realized the same thing; that his belly would not be blowing up this time.
I turned the pump up to it's maximum and stepped back to watch the show. Bubba was growing so slowly, I could barely see it. You had to pay close attention to see the subtle changes. His muscles bulged and swelled, rippling with power and strength. Every inch of his body seemed to expand, filling out with newfound mass and girth. As the minutes ticked by, Bubba past the halfway point of the tank and was making his way to the top. His broad shoulders stretched wider than a couch, his arms thickened to the size of winebarrels. His pecs were the size of car doors, mirrored massive walls of flesh. Even his legs, already thick with muscles, grew beyond what two or even three guys could hold hands around. But it was his belly that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. As Bubba's body grew, so did his belly. It swelled outward, round and firm, the muscle guts of all muscle guts. larger than anything that I've even seen photo-shopped.
I watched, mesmerized, at Bubba's transformation. I couldn't help but reach my hands up, trembling with anticipation. The touch of his immense belly sent a surge of electricity through my veins. It was firm yet yielding, warm and inviting. I pressed my palms against the surface of its gently under curve, feeling the weight above me.
Of course, standing under his belly meant that I was within touching distance of his equally growing dick. It was now the size of a motorcycle, and it was hard enough that I think I could have ridden it like one. Below hung a massive sack of yoga ball sized nuts. For fun, I pushed against his hard dick, really having to lean into it. it swung away before swinging back and knocking me on my ass.
I heard a booming chuckle from above. His enormous face glowing with laughter, Bubba squatted down, reached his huge hands under my armpits, and hoisted me into the air. He held me at arms length away from him, grinning as much as he could through the mask, before setting me down on my feet. It didn't seem to cost him any effort.
I just looked up at him. The top of his head had reached the top of the green tank. I had a thought and went to check the tank to find it was nearly empty.
"Ok Bubba, we're stopping here." I turned off the pump and looked up to see him frowning down at me.
"We agreed, one tank, and this one's just about empty." He continued to frown.
"It may have appeared to work, but I need to check your blood to make sure it actually worked." Bubba crossed his arms.
I placed my hand on my naked hip, "If you don't let me check, you could shrink down smaller than me."
Bubba pulled the hose out of his mouth and took off the mask. He looked down at me, then at his hands. He took a couple steps around the room, looking around.
"Everything's...so small." Bubba's voice was louder and deeper. He raised his hand to reach for the ceiling, and damn near touched it. He then rubbed his hands all over his body.
"I'm...huge." His hands slid down to rub his crotch.
"Hold your massive horses," I went to my table and grabbed some supplies, "Blood sample first."
Bubba's wide smile spread across his face as he shifted his new form, settling himself onto the floor. The impact of his body hitting the ground sent a slight tremor through the room.
"Can you lay down for me?"
"Oh. So you're so small, you can't reach my arms." Bubba lay down and held his arm out, while his other played with his dick. "I'm that massive?"
"Yes, you are big daddy." I crouched down near his arm and found his artery. I don't think he even felt the needle go it, and I had chosen an extra long one to be sure I could pierce his skin. I got what I needed and took it back to my work station. The minute I had finished analyzing and packed the samples in the medical cooler, I turned to find Bubba on all fours, looking at me, his massive head still above my height. His hanging gut almost touching the floor.
"Hey little man, come here and make big daddy feel good."
