Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:52:47 +1000 (EST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #30' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
Biker ) [ 30 ! ?? ]
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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'.
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Chapter 4 part 4.
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Part 30: The Workout Bike.
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Scott groped blindly in the darkness for the door and opened it again.
His eyes grew used to the dim light that came through the open door
from the bathroom. He found the light switch and turned it on. The
entire room was painted matt black. The shaded light globe in the
centre of the black ceiling seemed pitifully weak in the great space
of the surrounding blackness but there was enough light for Scott to
see by.
The mass near the end wall was a large black, red and green object
about 1.2 to 1.8 metres (4-6 feet) high and 3 metres (10 feet) long.
Scott had no idea what it was. His curiosity piqued, he padded over
to it and looked it over. The door slammed shut behind him.
The object looked like some kind of machine that he could ride like a
motorbike. What looked like short handlebars that had bulky coverings
for the hands jutted out about halfway down both sides near the front.
Further back on each side closer to the floor were what looked like
footpegs with bulky foot coverings. Both handlebars and footpegs were
flexibly mounted in the soft black material that covered the upper
surface. Further back still was a lower footpeg to aid in mounting
the device. At the front lay what looked like a large full-face black
motorcycle helmet lying face down in a curved plastic holder that
fitted the front of the helmet exactly.
The curved black upper surface back of the machine from the helmet to
about two metres (6.5 feet) back was made of some very soft flexible
material that looked like either leather or vinyl. It came down to
below both the handlebars and the footpegs. The material gave easily
when Scott poked it. The black surface sloped down from the helmet at
the front to above the footpegs where it curved back up to the rear
section, which was about 60 cm (2 feet) higher than the soft black
section. Where it curved back up again looked like some sort of
covering or protection for the rider's back. Behind the black
flexible surface was the black, red and green plastic surface of the
rest of the object.
The curved black upper surface was narrow enough for someone to sit
astride. It was wider at the front than at the back. Further down it
curved out to be about a metre (3 feet) wide and at the back it curved
out to be wider still at about 1.2 metres (4 feet) wide.
Scott walked to the rear of the object. There he saw painted on the
rear 'MUSCLESEX X-TREME WORKOUT BIKE'. Scott's eyes widened. He
whistled. So Derek has got this thing too, he thought to himself. He
wondered what it did but he thought he would try it out and see what
happened.
Between the wall and the workout bike, Scott could see that it was
plugged into the power point and switched on. Hoses connected it to
taps for hot and cold water and a copper pipe for drainage.
Scott walked to the front of the bike. He saw what looked like a
coaxial cable running from the bike into the wall. He was puzzled.
Why would a workout bike need plumbing and a coax cable? And a
helmet? It was nothing at all like the exercise bike his mother used.
Just behind the helmet holder he saw a glowing yellow light that had
'STANDBY' written on it. There were other lights that were unlit.
He looked at the helmet. It was a big black helmet that would cover
the whole head, much larger than any motorcycle helmet. It reminded
Scott of the hair dryers used in the ladies hairdresser's salon in
town that his grandmother patronised. It was about the same size.
Scott picked it up from its holder and saw a thick flexible hose with
spiral reinforcing running from the face of the helmet through a hole
in the holder into the depths of the machine. There was no visor.
The face of the helmet was completely blank. Scott peered inside the
helmet. Most of the interior of the helmet was covered with what
appeared to be thick soft padding covered with the same soft black
vinyl material as on the back of the workout bike. At the front where
the face would go was a pair of what looked like small video screens
with lenses to go in front of the eyes. It looked like a virtual
reality helmet. Scott had seen one once in a computer shop in Sydney
that was far too expensive for him to buy. Where the mouth would go
was a grill where the hose was connected on the outside. There was
that soft padding around all these bits.
Scott replaced the helmet. He saw on the base of the helmet holder a
decal that said 'You must be completely naked to operate this workout
bike'. Well, Scott was completely naked. He stood looking at the big
machine wondering whether to try it out. It seemed to be waiting for
him.
Unknown to Scott, the machine he was looking at was a product of the
extraordinary technology being implemented at Mount Remarkable. Also
unknown to Scott, it had been installed by Derek and Hal in the secret
room constructed adjacent to the bathroom. They had flown back from
Mount Remarkable recently to do the job. The machine was experimental
and they felt that Scott would be a good candidate to try it out. It
had been constructed by people at Mount Remarkable who possessed a
deep understanding of the physiological processes within the human
body.
Scott took a deep breath and climbed onto the machine. He lay down on
the soft black upper surface. Its touch felt cool to his skin. It
gave a little under his weight. Scott could feel it moulding itself
around his torso, groin and limbs. He put his hands on the handlebars
with his arms slightly flexed. The hand coverings came up above his
wrists like gloves. They felt cool inside. His legs were a little
more flexed on the footpegs. The foot coverings came up to well above
his ankles like biker boots.
The yellow standby light went out and the green ready light came on.
Next to it a white rectangular light started flashing in front of
Scott's face. On it was written 'Please put on the helmet'.
Scott lifted up the helmet and looked at the thick spirally reinforced
hose attached to its blind face. He put the helmet on over his head.
It was completely dark inside. The padding inside the helmet inflated
and tightened until it was a snug fit over his head. Scott felt
vulnerable and exposed lying face down naked on the machine with all
light and sound cut off by the helmet. He could hear an extremely
faint hiss in his ears like from headphones that were connected but
were receiving no signal. He found he could still breathe easily.
The vision screens in front of his eyes lightened. He heard rock
music being played softly. Three-dimensional letters scrolled up
before his eyes. 'Welcome to the Musclesex X-treme Workout Bike,'
they read. The rock music became louder. He could not identify it.
The letters faded to a black background. The music continued. A
three-dimensional picture of a blonde straight-haired young woman with
big tits wearing a red bikini came up before his eyes. Scott was
mildly interested.
That was followed by several more photographs of young women and
teenage girls in various poses, provocative or otherwise and with or
without any clothes. They were blonde, brunette or in between. Scott
was not very interested in any of them. He reacted in disgust to a
picture of a young woman lying on a bed showing her cunt to the
camera.
That was followed by several pictures of slim young men and teenage
boys in Speedos. Scott found them boring, all except one of them who
had some muscle on him. He found that one interesting. The guy
looked nice, he thought.
That was followed by a series of pictures showing men of increasing
muscularity. The bigger they were, the more excited Scott became. He
was very excited by the pictures showing the muscular men naked. They
were all very good-looking.
To Scott's surprise, up came his favourite picture of Derek in three
dimensions showing the very big, handsome and powerfully built
muscleman sitting back naked relaxing on an outdoor lounge and looking
directly at the camera. The picture was the same as the one to which
Scott had masturbated many times before. However, it was of much
higher resolution than the one Scott had downloaded from the Internet.
There was no trace of pixilation. Derek's tanned body covered with
great big, thick, powerful, vascular, striated muscles was fantastic.
His huge thick cock reached almost to his thick rounded plates of
pectoral muscles. Derek was utterly magnificent.
Scott moaned and panted with lust as he drank in the picture of Derek.
His cock stiffened. It seemed to sink into the soft top of the
machine. He humped the top of the machine. Derek's picture hung
before Scott's eyes for about two minutes, then faded away. So did
the music.
"Hello. I am Alfred. I will guide you in the use of the Musclesex X-
treme Workout Bike and I will assist you in having an enjoyable growth
experience," said a deep, mellow, melodious, well-spoken and friendly
Australian voice in Scott's ears. It sounded as if it came from a big
powerful man with a deep, heavily muscled chest. It sent tingles down
Scott's spine. The voice must be synthesised but it was extremely
well done. Scott was impressed, particularly by the fact that it
sounded Australian too.
The voice continued. "What is your name please?"
"Ramzilla," replied Scott. He liked his nickname and he felt a little
apprehensive giving his real name to the machine.
All the letters of the alphabet appeared before Scott's eyes.
"Ramzilla, will you please spell your name? Think of the letters in
turn and I will use your brainwaves to detect the right one."
Scott focused his attention on the R and it duplicated then floated up
to above the alphabet. The same happened with A, M, Z, I, L, L and A,
until his entire nickname floated above the alphabet. Below the
alphabet was a little box marked 'Finish'. Scott focused on that and
a dot appeared at the end of his nickname.
"Thank you, Ramzilla," said the voice. "Is your name spelled
correctly?"
Two boxes marked 'Yes' and 'No' appeared below the alphabet.
Scott focused on 'Yes'.
"Good. Thank you, Ramzilla," said the voice cheerfully. Scott
started to think of it as Alfred.
"Now I need to determine your measurements," continued Alfred.
"You weigh 115 kilograms."
"Still?" asked Scott.
"Yes."
"That's 253 pounds."
"Yes. Your height is 190 centimetres."
"Six foot three?"
"Yes, it is. You are a very big fellow already, Ramzilla," said
Alfred. "A high proportion of your body mass is muscle at
approximately 65 percent. Your body fat percentage is very low at
approximately five percent. You already have huge muscles compared to
the average man and your muscles are already hard and pumped up. How
big do you want to be?"
"Fucking huge!"
"Very well. Please select from the list an approximate guide as to
what you want your final size to be."
In front of Scott appeared a menu that had Big, Huge, Enormous,
Gigantic, Colossal, Humungous and No Limit. Scott selected No Limit.
"No limit, very well," said Alfred. "You do realise that there is a
limit to the amount of muscle one can pack on the human frame, even a
frame as big as yours, Ramzilla? However, I shall see what I can do."
"OK, thanks."
"I will not be able to make you bigger than humungous immediately.
This is a process that will require a number of sessions. That
depends on how your body responds. Please understand this."
"Sure."
"How old are you, Ramzilla?"
Scott thought for a few seconds. He did not want to reveal his real
age. The machine might consider seventeen too young.
"I'm twenty-two," he replied.
Alfred paused. "I detect some dissonance about your age," the voice
said.
The figure fifteen flashed up before Scott's eyes. Then sixteen, then
seventeen, which paused for a few seconds. Then it was followed by
the figures eighteen to twenty-two.
"Ramzilla, I detect that your real age is seventeen years but you will
turn eighteen fairly soon. Is that correct?"
Scott was silent. He felt embarrassed at being caught out.
Alfred went on. "There is no minimum age. You have a very big,
powerful and well-muscled body. That is unusual for someone your age.
However, I detect no reason why you cannot grow bigger. Is your age
seventeen?"
"Yes," admitted Scott.
"Good. Let us begin."
The soft black plastic material that Scott was lying astride on
moulded itself so that it fit exactly the front of Scott's torso as
well his arms and legs. Behind him the material moulded itself
against his buttocks and back. It felt odd moving against Scott's
skin. He tingled all over with anticipation. But the material felt
warm and comforting. Scott's grip tightened on the handlebars.
Pounding rock music started playing in his ears. Scott's favourite
picture of Derek faded into view before his eyes. Scott moaned with
lust. His cock stiffened rapidly and he started humping the soft top
of the machine. The soft material gave way around his penis. It
formed a slit then a slippery, well-lubricated hole into which his
penis was sucked. It felt wonderful as Scott thrust his rock-hard
cock deep into it. It was a glorious fuck tube that gripped his penis
firmly. It felt so slippery, tight and sensuous.
Scott thrust his cock into the tube. He could feel an orgasm start to
build. While he kept on thrusting, he felt what seemed to be a finger
inserting itself into his anus. He bucked and reared, thrusting his
anus against the hand in unison with the virtual image before his
eyes. He wanted it badly.
He groaned with heart-felt passion as the finger reached up into his
arsehole and stroked his prostate gland. It felt really good and he
roared out in lust. The finger increased in thickness stretching out
his anus greatly. It inserted itself further up into Scott's rectum
and became thicker still. It felt like it was a huge penis several
inches thick inserted up his arsehole and it felt fantastic as his
anus was stretched and filled more that it had ever been before. The
orgasm started to build as the object up his arse started to move in
and out of his arsehole. The handlebars moved down until Scott's arms
were straightened out. The cuffs over his hands and feet tightened,
holding his hands and feet firmly in place.
Scott did not notice the prick in the inside of his elbow when a
flexible tube with a sharp steel tip snaked out from the machine and
inserted itself into a thick, blood-filled vein in the front of his
bulging biceps muscle. It injected a cocktail of potent pain-killing
endorphins and stimulants directly into his blood stream. A huge rush
hit Scott like an express train. His head roared as he rocketed into
the most enormous high he had ever experienced. The enormous penis
thrust ever deeper into his rectum. It did not hurt but it stimulated
the insides of his torso wonderfully. His arsehole felt tremendously
full and stimulated as the object thrust back and forth into his anus.
Thin wires with sharp metal ends came out of the machine and inserted
themselves in through Scott's perineum and up into his prostate.
There they emitted series of small electric shocks, stimulating
Scott's prostate intensely.
Scott reared up and screamed in the intensity of his feeling. His
hands and feet were firmly held in place by the inflated cuffs. He
did not care. He thrust his penis deep into the glorious fuck hole in
which it was encased in synchrony with the massive penis-like object
thrusting up deep into his torso through his arsehole.
Scott's legs were straightened out by the footpegs moving down. His
pelvic muscles clamped down on the penis object thrusting up his anus,
intensifying his experience even more. He panted and sweated heavily
and his muscles worked powerfully as he thrust his penis as deep into
the fuck hole as it would go. At the same time, the penis object
thrust deep into his torso. At the same time his prostate was being
stimulated by the wires inserted into it. Scott was now breathing
humidified oxygen with a small admixture of carbon dioxide. He
exerted himself powerfully.
Orgasm hit him like a giant tsunami. Scott screamed in the intensity
of his passion. His consciousness blurred and faltered as huge
orgasmic waves of extreme pleasure washed over him. The endorphins
made him feel absolutely wonderful and the orgasm was the most intense
and pleasurable that he had ever experienced.
The waves of orgasm decreased in intensity until they faded away.
Scott lay in a semi-comatose state on the machine. He was in ultimate
bliss. He had never felt like this before.
While he lay there, the machine inserted all kinds of catheters into
his muscular body. They were thin ones and thick ones. Scott did not
feel any pain at all because of the endorphins coursing in his
bloodstream. He felt blissfully happy and totally relaxed. It was
the best orgasm he had ever had and he was wrapped in enjoyment of the
golden post orgasmic glow.
Through the catheters inserted into Scott's body, the machine pumped
into Scott potent nutrients and growth factors. It also added
calmatives and topped up the endorphins, keeping Scott in a blissfully
happy, mellow, torpid and pain-free state.
The penis object inserted up Scott's anus kept it fully dilated and
extended itself further up his rectum. It transformed into a hollow
probe. It became flexible and extended itself the full length of
Scott's colon. As it did so, it sucked up the contents, which did not
amount to much as Scott had washed himself out earlier. It continued
up along the small intestine, sucking up the intestinal contents as it
progressed. It reached Scott's stomach and emptied that out as well.
Scott's stomach shrank as its contents were removed. That done, the
probe remained inside the full length of Scott's gastrointestinal
tract pulsing quietly like a large snake.
The nutrients and growth factors pumping into Scott's body caused the
muscles to grow and gain mass. Scott was getting considerably bigger
while he lay quietly. Holes were cut in his torso. Probes entered
through the holes to check out his internal organs. Thanks to Hal's
spell, his body was in excellent shape. There was no damage to fix.
A tube pushed in through his piss slit and down the length of his
penis into his bladder and drained it of urine. Another pair of thin
tubes went in down the length of the penis, diverted into the vas
deferens, through the seminal vesicles, and inserted themselves into
each testicle. These thin tubes pumped a fluid into each testicle,
filling them.
A device was plumbed temporarily into the main return vein, the vena
cava, that was deep inside Scott's torso. This filtered out all
toxins from Scott's blood and purified it.
A tube inserted itself into his perineum, the region between his balls
and arsehole. This snaked its way deep into his pelvis and penetrated
his prostate where it deposited several soft implants full of
substances to increase the function of the prostate and heighten his
sexuality. Another tube inserted itself through his perineum into the
base of his penis where it deposited more implants. A third tube
wormed its way into his scrotum through the skin and filled the
scrotum with a fluid with testicular enhancement properties.
After a little while, coils inside the helmet fired magnetic impulses
into Scott's brain. His huge muscles tensed and bulged as they were
put through a vigorous workout that happened independently of his
will. Scott's consciousness was essentially kept idling in a happy
haze. He was breathing almost pure oxygen with a little carbon
dioxide added. He was panting as his newly strengthened body worked
hard.
After the workout, his muscles settled into their increased size. He
lay quietly as a thick mixture of potent nutrients and enhancers was
pumped through a one-inch (2.5 cm.) thick tube inserted through his
abdominal wall into his abdominal cavity. This mixture served a
similar function to that of egg yolk nourishing a chicken developing
inside its egg. Scott would not need to eat for several days because
the yolk-like substance pumped into his abdomen would meet all his
nutriment needs. Already blood vessels were being stimulated to grow
into the yolk mass to transport the nutrients around his body and feed
his huge muscles.
The long probe that filled Scott's gastrointestinal tract emitted a
soothing unguent balm that relaxed Scott's intestines. It slowly
withdrew, leaving the balm spread through the entire length of his
intestines. Scott was not going to eat for several days, so his
stomach and intestines would have nothing to do in the meantime.
The blood filter was removed from Scott's abdomen. The probes and
catheters were withdrawn from his torso. The gastrointestinal probe
was withdrawn. Scott sighed as it left his anus. The cuffs holding
his hands and feet were relaxed. The black substance surrounding his
body drew back, leaving Scott uncovered.
Alfred's voice sounded quietly in Scott's ears. "Ramzilla, the
process is finished. I have filled your abdomen with a food
substitute. You do not need to eat at all for several days. You will
not feel hungry during this time. Secondly, you do not need to work
out at all. That has been done for you. You are ready to go."
Scott lay on the machine. He felt tired and sleepy.
After a while, a sprightly Bach gavotte played in the helmet speakers.
Scott recognised it as one that his mother often played on the piano
at home. Reluctantly, he removed the helmet and got up off the
machine. The single light bulb burning in the centre of the room
dazzled him. He blinked sleepily. He felt ready for bed. He felt
like he had spent a hard day working as a plumber's labourer.
He replaced the helmet in its holder. He noticed that a red light was
lit on the machine. On it was the word 'Recharging'. From the rear
of the machine came a sound like that of a singing tea urn that was
about to boil. He heard liquid trickling through the hoses into the
drain.
He stood up, yawned and stretched. His body felt good. His muscles
felt big and powerful but he felt like going to bed and sleeping.
He turned out the light and left the room.
In the bathroom the bright fluorescent lights speared into his eyes.
He blinked until his eyes adjusted. He put on his socks and boots,
then pulled on his baseball cap. He caught sight of himself in the
bathroom mirror. He definitely looked bigger. In fact he looked
magnificent. He did a sleepy double biceps pose in front of the
mirror. His muscles bulged splendidly. They looked huge, even bigger
than before. He noticed that his muscular belly bulged somewhat and
there appeared to be a lot of rapidly healing cuts in his belly.
There was a pleasant tingling fullness in his groin. His balls felt
full and heavy. The base of his penis tingled too and his penis was
semi-hard. However, he was tired and he wanted to go to bed.
Inside the loft, he realised that he had left the beef stroganoff
cooking in the microwave. It had stopped long ago. He opened the
microwave oven and saw that the beef stroganoff had congealed into a
cold unappetising mass. He had no desire to eat it at all. He did
not feel the least bit hungry now.
He ensured that the container was sealed and put it away in the
freezer. He was startled to see that the time showing on the
microwave was 6:06. So much time had passed while he was on the
workout bike. He had no idea that it took so long.
He pulled on his clothes. They felt tight, especially his T-shirt.
He hoped his T-shirt would not split. His chest was massive and
packed solid with muscle like the rest of his mighty body.
He quickly tidied up in the loft, putting away the dildo and disposing
of the syringe in the sharps container in the freezer.
Downstairs, he opened the door and drove his utility outside. It was
late in the afternoon but the air was still hot. It had been a hot
day but Scott had not noticed it. It was hot in the loft and in the
garage. However, Scott had spent hours on the workout machine and had
not noticed the heat because the machine had regulated his body
temperature.
He locked the padlock on the garage door and drove away down Valley
Road. He drove carefully through the back streets of the town because
he felt so tired. Soon he was driving up the driveway of his house
that was situated on a rise overlooking the town.
Once inside, he stripped off his clothes and fell on the bed naked.
He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Continued in Part 31.
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