Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:12:32 +1000 (EST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #31' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 31 ! ?? ]

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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 5.

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Part 31: Yang
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Scott awoke.  The morning sun glowed behind the blinds and curtains
covering the windows of his bedroom.  As sleep cleared from his mind,
he remembered the events of the previous day in Derek's garage.
Especially, he remembered the workout bike on which he had spent most
of the day.

Experimentally, he ran his hands over his torso.  The muscles of his
chest and abdomen did feel thicker and more massive that they had
previously.  His arms felt noticeably thicker and more muscular as
well.

He gloried in the feel of the masses of powerful muscle covering his
chest and torso.  His pectoral muscles were massive thick hard rounded
mounds.  His belly was a mass of thick hard cobblestones of muscle.
It was much more than a washboard abdomen; it was magnificent.  He
flexed his right arm and was greatly impressed by the splendid rounded
peak of veined muscle.  It felt tremendously hard, massive, mighty and
powerful, definitely bigger than before.  It looked and felt
impressive.  So did his left arm.  It was equally massive.

Never before had he dreamt that he was going to become so big.  It was
so fucking glorious to be so big and muscular.  He felt tremendous.

But his bladder was full.  His cock was stiff and it looked just a
little bigger than before.  He wrapped his hand around the long thick
hard shaft of his cock.  It had grown to mighty proportions since Hal
had cast his spell on Scott.  He had become proud of his magnificent
cock.  It was a splendid sight indeed.  And it was as hard as a rock.

He got up out of bed, stretched and yawned.  He padded into the
bathroom that he used as his own private en suite.  His erect penis
swung heavily as it stuck out directly in front of him.  He stood over
the toilet bowl and waited.  His penis slackened sufficiently for him
to aim it at the toilet bowl.  A thick stream of urine splashed
noisily into the water in the toilet bowl.  It felt good to empty his
bladder.

Scott stood in front of the bathroom mirror and admired his
magnificent physique.  He flexed his biceps and was happy to see them
bulging up into impressive peaks of muscle.  Two thick veins ran both
sides of each of his full-bellied biceps muscles, which were as big as
footballs.  His shoulders were broad and thick with muscle.  His
deltoids were the size of bowling balls, thick, hard, round and
striated.  His traps went up nearly to his jawline in a convex curve.
His pectorals were simply huge, thick and massive.  They were like
hard rounded boulders and his nipples hung low.  His abdomen really
looked like cobblestones, or like the tray of buns his grandmother
cooked.  They were hard rounded mounds of muscle each side of the
central midline groove.  It really was an eight-pack.  Scott was
really amazed and proud of the sheer muscularity of his body.  The
workout bike really worked.  He certainly looked more massive than the
previous day.  He looked fantastic.

He tensed his muscles all over and revelled in the sight of his
magnificent body.  With a shock he realised that he was nearly as
muscular as Derek.

Oh, Derek, if only you could see me now, he thought.

He rubbed his hands over his body, delighting in the feel of all that
thick hard muscle covering his body.  His cock stiffened again and he
rubbed his hand along the thick, rapidly hardening shaft.  It was a
mighty cock indeed.

He kept on rubbing and felt a full and tight feeling deep in his
groin.  It tingled oddly in that sensitive region between his scrotum
and his arsehole, that is, his perineum.  There was an odd tingling
feeling in his arsehole as well.  His cock was as hard as a rock and
by now it was so stiff that it stood up along the midline of his
splendidly muscled abdomen.  It was painfully stiff it was so hard and
it looked even bigger than before.

Scott grabbed the bottle of baby oil and smeared a good dollop all
over the muscles of his body.  His body glistened all over.  Every
striation and vein of his extraordinarily well-defined muscles stood
out.

He oiled up his cock and in the mirror he watched the powerful muscles
of his thick mighty right arm bulge hugely as he gently stroked his
cock.  He tensed every muscle of his body and they all bulged out.  He
was awed by the sight of his tremendously muscular body in the mirror
as he masturbated himself.  His cock was rock hard and purple with
tension.

His groin felt as though it was about to burst.  It did.  Great spasms
shook his body as white ropes of semen shot out his rock hard cock all
over the hand basin and the mirror behind it.  Scott groaned deeply
and supported himself on the hand basin as his body shook and
shuddered with the orgasmic storm shaking it.  His cock pumped out a
huge amount of semen, much more than it used to.  Scott roared in the
intensity of his orgasm.

After what seemed like ages, he came down from his orgasmic heights.
In reality it was only a few minutes, but it was a lot longer than it
used to be.

He shuddered and groaned and looked at himself in the semen-splattered
mirror.  His body looked utterly huge and magnificent.  His muscles
bulged splendidly.  He looked and felt so utterly hot and masculine
even after his huge orgasm.

He quickly cleaned up the seminal mess and had a shower.

Back in the bedroom he found his old measuring tape and measured
himself.  His chest had grown to 60 inches (152 cm).  His biceps were
now 23 inches (58 cm).  His waist remained at 34 inches (86 cm).  His
thighs had become 29 inches (74 cm).  He was big, really big now and
it was fantastic to be this big.

He walked naked through the big empty house until he reached the well-
equipped gym that his father had set up for himself and his sons.
Scott stood on the electronic scales and saw that his weight had
increased to 140 kilograms (308 lb).  That workout bike had slapped on
a ton of muscle on him, 25 kilograms (55 lb) worth.  This was really
something.

He flipped the switch on the scales with his toe and found that his
body fat percentage was now 2%.  No wonder the musculature of his body
was so well defined.  There was hardly any fat at all.  All the veins
and striations and bulges of his muscles stood out as he posed in
front of the mirrors in the gym.

He turned side on to the mirror and looked at his belly.  The slight
bulge that was there yesterday had gone.  His belly was as flat and as
hard as a rock wall.

He was really rapt in his powerfully muscled body.  It looked utterly
fantastic.  His cock was a whopper.  He would go back to Derek's
garage again today and see if he could get bigger.  It had been a
wonderful experience there yesterday.

Out of habit he went to the kitchen to get himself some breakfast.
While he stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open, he
realised that he was not the least bit hungry.  He did not feel like
eating anything at all.  He remembered Alfred the workout bike telling
him that he had all this nutrient stuff like egg-yolk pumped into his
belly and that he did not need to eat for several days.  That's fine,
he thought, I don't have to worry about getting meals for myself.

He decided to get dressed and go to the garage.  But first he had
better check the answering machine to see if there were any messages.
He padded into the kitchen and saw the blinking light on the answering
machine sitting on the bench.  The message had been left by his mother
ringing from Dubbo where they were staying with Granny's brother who
owned a sheep station nearby.  Scott looked at the kitchen clock and
decided that it was not too early to ring them.  The family would have
arisen by now getting ready for the leg of the trip up to Tenterfield
in New England not far from the border with Queensland.  There Uncle
David Houston, Scott's mother's brother, was the local doctor.  The
family would spend a couple of days staying with him and his family
before progressing up to Aunt Rosalind's residence at Noosa.

Scott made the phone call which was hurried because everyone was busy
getting ready to leave.  His mother answered and she basically wanted
to be reassured that Scott was all right and was coping on his own.
Scott told her he was fine and was quite happy being on his own.

Scott padded back down the hallway to his bedroom and put on the
clothes he wore yesterday.  His black T-shirt felt very tight so he
pulled it off again.  He decided not to bother with a shirt today
because the day was going to be hot again.  His black shorts felt
fairly tight, a little tighter than before but he liked wearing tight
shorts.  They showed off his bubble butt.  He pulled on his work boots
and socks and pulled on his old navy blue New York Yankees baseball
cap down over his eyes.  The sides of the visor curved down in almost
a semicircle.  He caught sight of himself in the mirror.  He looked
really hot and sexy.  He threw a quick double biceps pose and bounced
out of his bedroom.

It was still very early on the Friday morning when he drove through
the town.  There were few people about.

When Scott arrived at Derek's garage, he parked his utility inside and
locked the door behind him.  He sprinted up the stairs to the loft.
Inside he quickly stripped off his clothes and made his way to the
secret room behind the bathroom where the workout bike was kept.

Naked, he climbed onto the machine, put on the helmet and commenced
another session of multiply orgasmic muscle-pumping and muscle-
building bliss.  Again he thrust his penis into the miraculously soft
and sensuously stimulating fuck tube that opened up in the top surface
of the workout bike and again the machine's huge penis object was
repeatedly thrust up through his arsehole deep into his torso.  He
felt it expand to enormous proportions inside him, intensifying his
sexual excitement to ecstatic heights.  Again tubes were inserted into
his body and nutrients were pumped through them to feed his growing
musculature.  Wires were inserted into his prostate to intensify his
orgasms with small electric shocks.  His blood was purified and
internal organs were further healed and enhanced.

After several hours of tsunami-like orgasms and post-orgasmic bliss,
Scott reluctantly separated himself from the machine, which Scott
cheerfully knew as Alfred.  The red recharging light was on and Scott
knew that Alfred would not be ready for another session for several
hours.

Scott padded into the bathroom and stood posing in front of the mirror
admiring his fantastically built body.  His abdomen was full of
goodies and potent nutrients pumped into him through the one-inch
thick tube.  It actually bulged out a little.  Scott felt bigger and
stronger all over.  His muscles felt and looked even thicker, harder
and stronger than before.

He strolled into the loft, wrapped a measuring tape around his upper
arms and found his biceps now had expanded to 24 inches (61 cm).  They
were huge but Scott wanted to be even bigger.  He felt a little tired
and sleepy now so he stretched out luxuriously on Derek's bed.  He
looked up at his magnified image in the mirror overhead and rubbed his
hands over his splendidly muscled body.  He felt wonderfully hyper-
masculine and powerful.  He dripped manliness.  His cock started to
stiffen but it was too soon after the multiply orgasmic ride on the
workout bike for him to want to have another orgasm.  He snuggled
sensuously into the bed.

Soon he was asleep.

He awoke after a couple of hours.  It was near midday and getting
quite hot in the loft.  The drone of insects in the trees filled the
air outside.

He bounced off the bed full of energy.  He did not feel at all hungry.
In fact the last thing he felt like was food.  He strode into the
secret room and enquired of Alfred how long he would be before he had
finished recharging.  The reply was approximately three hours.  Scott
felt frustrated at the wait but Alfred was imperturbable.

Scott wandered back into the loft and stood on Derek's scales.  It
went around to the 150-kilogram mark and stopped.  Scott weighed 150
kilograms (330 lb).  He was amazed at just how big he had become.  And
his arms at 24" were now as big as Derek's arms.  However he was two
inches taller than Derek at 6 foot 3 (190 cm).  Scott considered that
Derek and Hal both looked marvellous.  He would do anything to be as
big and the workout bike seemed just the thing to do it.

He looked out of one of the loft's eastern windows that overlooked the
old hotel and the gravel car park overgrown with weeds in between the
two buildings.  He had a good view.  The hotel had all its windows
boarded up.  It looked just the same as before but to Scott there
seemed to be a subtle difference in the big old stone building.  He
could not put his finger on in, however.  It almost seemed nicer.  The
hot summer sun streamed in through the windows and reflections from
the polished wooden floorboards shone on the ceiling and walls.

Scott pulled on his shorts, boots, socks and baseball cap, picked up
the bunch of keys, took the powerful torch from his utility and locked
the garage.  He walked across the car park to the hotel.  In some
places, the rapidly drying weeds stood nearly as tall as Scott.
Vehicle tracks went from the road to the rear of the garage.  It
looked like cars had been parking in places overlooking the dam and
the paddocks.

The two-storey structure of the hotel surrounded by verandahs loomed
over Scott.  The boarded-up windows and doors made the building look
blank.  Scott once had been shown the back door of the hotel by Derek.
It was the only way of entering the hotel.

Scott opened the door and walked into the building, taking care to
bring the bunch of keys with him.  He had noticed that the door had an
automatic deadlock.  If the door slammed shut in the wind behind him,
he would be locked inside this spooky old hotel at least until Derek
arrived back home on Sunday.  That was two days away.  He had heard
the stories that it was haunted.  Derek had told him of the time that
he had tried to sleep in the old hotel but was haunted by the horrors
that dwelt there.  Mark, Derek's former boyfriend, once had dared
Scott to spend a night in there but Scott had refused.

Inside, Scott found himself in a short corridor that led directly into
a large kitchen.  The gloom in the large darkened room made it hard
for Scott to see much, particularly as his eyes were still trying to
adapt from the bright sunlight outside.  The torch made it easier.
The boards on the windows blocked out nearly all light from outside
but for a few bright chinks.  Scott shone the torch around the kitchen
and could see it was a large room with clean stainless steel surfaces
everywhere.  It was obviously equipped to cater for a large hotel.
There were two large six-burner stoves that he could see in the
torchlight.  There were sinks, bowls, mixers and culinary equipment
everywhere.  It looked as though everything had been just been left
and not touched since.  He found the light switch and found that it
was already switched on.  He switched it off and on a couple of times
but nothing happened.  Clearly the electricity was not connected.

He walked through an open door into a smaller darker room.  He
remembered the stories of the hotel being haunted and little shivers
ran up and down his body, despite the warmth of the room.  He squared
his shoulders and tensed his muscles ready for action, although he did
not know what he would do if he actually saw a ghost.  He hoped he
wouldn't scream with fear and run away like a frightened girl.  He had
really big muscles now; he was tremendously strong now and his muscles
were was big as Derek's.  Would Derek be scared?  Probably not.  And
Hal looked like he would not be scared of anything.

He flashed the torch around the room and could see that it was some
sort of scullery.  On racks around the walls were pots and pans and
various items of crockery.

Scott puffed his chest out, feeling his big muscles and traversed the
dark room.  He found himself in a large spacious room with high
ceilings that was a little less dark.  He illuminated it with his
torch.  The room looked like it had been a well-appointed dining room
for Scott could see tables and chairs arranged regularly about the
room.  The ceilings were ornately decorated.  Everything in the dining
room seemed clean and dust-free, which was surprising to Scott
considering how long it had been left.  Scott ran his hand over the
tablecloth on one of the tables and was intrigued to notice that it
felt clean.  Surely after all these years it would be dirtier than
that.  Or was someone coming in to clean the place?

The old lady who ran the hotel as a guesthouse had died nearly ten
years ago after her husband had died and she had kept it going it with
her son.  Scott had only been a little kid when the guesthouse had
closed down.  Scott remembered his parents and grandmother talking
about the court case over the old couple's will which had gone on for
several years.  Derek had bought the place some time after that case
had concluded.

Scott walked across the room and found himself in another large well-
appointed dining room much like the first.  He shone his torch around
it and went on.  Beyond the second dining room was what looked like a
bar room.  Arrayed along the bar itself was a series of bar stools
upholstered in plastic.  Arranged around the bar room were a number of
tables with plastic wood grain finish and mass-produced wooden chairs.
Scott shone the torch behind the bar itself and saw the beer taps
still in place and glasses were still in the cupboards.  In the glass
fronted refrigerators which were dark were still bottles of beer.
Scott opened a door and took out a bottle of beer.  He thought about
drinking it but thought better of it when he realised that the beer
would be at least ten years old and undrinkable.  Besides, it was
warm.  Everything inside the refrigerator was warm to the touch.
Scott replaced the bottle in the refrigerator.

Scott sauntered out of the bar into the main corridor that ran along
the front part of the hotel that faced onto Valley Road.  He was
feeling more relaxed now.  He tried to put his hands in his pockets
but his shorts were too tight.  He looked around the dim corridor with
high ceilings but he could not see clearly in the darkness except the
areas his torch spotlighted.

Suddenly a voice boomed from the main stairs.

"Greetings to you, Scott Reeves.  I bid you welcome to this place."

Scott jumped with fright.  He almost dropped the torch.  He whirled
around and saw on the first landing of the main stairs an apparition
that glowed with a bright golden light.  It was too bright for Scott
to see clearly after the dimness he had been walking about in.  The
light from the torch was invisible against the bright light the
apparition was emitting.  Scott's skin crawled with goose bumps and he
broke out into a cold sweat.  He trembled but he stood his ground.  He
was not going to run away screaming in fear.  Besides, he was curious
to see what this apparition was.  Was it really a ghost?  Or what?

"Be not fearful, Scott Reeves.  I come to do you no harm," boomed the
golden glowing figure on the stairs.

Scott shaded his eyes until they became used to the bright glow.  On
the stairs stood what looked like some kind of genie.  It, or rather
he, possessed a powerful, well-muscled physique.  He was bald and his
torso was bare.  His skin glowed with a golden light that illuminated
his surroundings.  He wore white pantaloons and white slippers that
curled up into points.  He stood with his thickly muscled arms folded
across his chest and looked down the stairs at Scott. He smiled.  To
Scott he looked like a figure out of Arabian Nights.

"Who... who... what... what... are you?" Scott managed to stammer
trembling.

"I am he who has been appointed by the Lord Hal to protect and
maintain this place on behalf of his student the Lord Derek.  It is my
function to keep this place secure and repel those who would do evil."

The glowing being glided silently down the stairs without moving and
stood in front of Scott whose eyes were as big and round as saucers.
Scott felt awfully naked dressed only in his skimpy shorts, boots and
baseball cap in front of this awesome being.  Scott noticed that this
being was actually shorter than he was by a few inches.  The glowing
figure smiled up at Scott.  Scott saw that he had kindly dark eyes,
which were almond-shaped.  His face had Asiatic features; he looked
rather like someone from Central Asia.

"You are a good man, Scott," continued the being.  "When I summoned
you, you came immediately and captured the thief who was attempting to
break in and steal from Lord Derek's sleeping place.  Both Lord Hal
and Lord Derek have spoken highly of you.  I see now that you are a
man of strong and noble spirit.  Therefore I greet you and make you
welcome in this place."

The being held out his hand to Scott, smiling broadly.  Confused and
bewildered, Scott shook it.  Questions rushed around in his mind.
What was going on?  What or who was this glowing being?  His hand felt
totally solid.

The being had referred to Lord Derek and Lord Hal.  Why?  What on
earth were Derek and Hal involved in?

"What kind of being are you?" asked Scott diffidently.

"I am a deva."

Scott did not understand.

The deva continued.  "I will try to explain to you as best I can.  I
am not accustomed to speaking with humans, so please excuse my
awkwardness of expression.  I am a high order elemental whose prime
function is to transform the creation energies that emanate from the
Most High God through the high order angels in order to bring into
being and nurture the living animals and plants of this world.  Lord
Hal has described my kind as an order of minor angels that dwell upon
this earth for the succour of the living creatures."

"I was he who looked after the beetle known in Western culture as the
Chinese golden staghorn beetle.  It is sadly now extinct because it
was highly valued and sought after in traditional Chinese medicine as
a remedy for men who could not get their penises to become erect.  It
was hunted and killed in such numbers that now there are no more of
these beetles left alive.  Western entomologists collected them in the
nineteenth century and they were quite popular as a collectible item.
It was a beautiful creature with a brilliant gold and red carapace."

"Those devas like me whose life forms become extinct in many cases
find another life form to look after.  Others like me have chosen to
serve the humans who have achieved high order spiritual advancement."

"Why do you refer to Derek and Hal as Lord Derek and Lord Hal?" asked
Scott.

"They have achieved high order spiritual advancement.  They have
pledged themselves to serve the Lord God Most High Who created All
That Is therefore they have been exalted by the Most High God.
Therefore to them we give our service.  Lord Derek is new in the
service of the Most High God but Lord Hal has taught him many things.
Lord Hal has charged me with keeping the safety of this place."

"How did you summon me to catch the thief?" asked Scott.

"I placed the thought in your brain that you should come here
urgently."

"Like some kind of telepathy?"

"I cannot answer that."

"Um, er, do you haunt this place?"

"I protect this place from not just men who would do evil but I also
protect this place from evil spirits in addition.  This hotel was
infested by many evil spirits but it has now been thoroughly cleansed.
The evil things have been driven out and cast away."

"How?  Was it some kind of exorcism?"

"Lord Hal and Lord Derek participated in the cleansing process.
Beyond that I cannot say more."

"Why not?"

"It is not my function."

Scott hesitated.  He had no idea of how to relate to this shining deva
who emitted enough light that Scott could see the walls and ceiling of
the corridor clearly.  The deva's thought processes seemed entirely
alien to Scott.

The glowing being spoke.  "Lord Hal has named me Yang.  It is because
the extinct beetle I looked after was considered an embodiment of the
male principle by the Chinese."

Scott grinned.  He found that funny.

"Pleased to meet you, Yang," he said.

Yang offered to show Scott around the hotel.  The light coming from
him was quite sufficient to illuminate the dark rooms.  Scott's torch
was superfluous.

They went into the bar that was next to the inner courtyard.  Yang
made the boards covering the windows and doors disappear and the room
was flooded with light.  Chairs and tables were arranged neatly around
the room and the bar looked as it had  just been closed yesterday.
The courtyard was green and well watered.  Flowers glowed in the
sunlight under the small green healthy-looking trees.  Brick paths
crisscrossed the courtyard.

"Looks good," commented Scott.

As they left the room, the boards reappeared over the windows and
doors.  It was like the light had been switched off.

Yang showed Scott around the rooms of the hotel.  While they looked
around they got to talking about the hotel and the garage and what
Derek had been doing there.  The conversation turned to Alfred, the
workout bike.  Yang seemed to know everything that Scott had been
doing there, but he was so friendly, open, matter-of-fact and non-
judgemental that Scott quickly lost his embarrassment about talking
about such things.

"Could I lose my soul with doing those things with the workout bike?"
Scott asked Yang.

"Only if you become enslaved."

"How is that possible?"

"If you allow yourself to become addicted.  If you considered that
sexual pleasure was the only thing worth having and that you would do
anything to achieve sexual pleasure, then you are at risk of losing
your immortal soul.  You would become like a machine whose sole
function is to pleasure itself."

They went upstairs.  Scott was impressed by the size and appointments
of the rooms.  The hotel must have been quite luxurious.  He was
particularly impressed by the room in which Derek and Hal had their
victory fuck after the evil spirits and ghosts had been removed from
the hotel.  It looked like one of the bedrooms of a royal palace that
Scott might have seen as a child in a picture book.

After the tour had finished, Scott farewelled Yang at the back door.
Yang closed it.

Scott walked slowly back to the garage across the car park.  The sun
was hot upon his back.  The air was hot and the forest was
breathlessly still.  As he walked, he considered what Yang had told
him about sexual addiction and losing his soul.  He decided that he
was not going to become addicted, but he was just going to have fun.

Upstairs, Scott walked through the bathroom of the loft into the room
where the workout bike was.  The red light was still on.  Alfred was
still recharging.

Scott asked the workout bike how much longer it would be before the
recharging process had finished.  Alfred replied that it would take
approximately another 68 minutes.  It would be quite safe for Scott to
have two sessions a day.  He was just going to have to wait a little
longer.

Scott drifted back into the loft.

It was early in the afternoon and it was hot in the room.  It was
after lunchtime but Scott was not the least bit hungry.  His abdomen
was still full of nutrient yolk pumped into him by Alfred.

He did not know what to do with himself.  He felt bored.

Scott picked up the box containing the 'Monster' dildo.  The box was
big, about 20 inches long and 8 inches square.  It felt quite weighty
when he hefted it.  It looked intimidating.  However, maybe he could
have some fun with a dildo so big.  After all, the workout bike had
pushed an enormous thing a long way up his arse and it felt fantastic.

He tore off the plastic shrink-wrapping and opened it.  Inside was a
hard rubbery dildo about 10 inches (25 cm) long and about two inches
(5 cm) thick.  Along the sides were series of metallic strips.  The
base was large and made of plastic.  At the front of base was a metal
knob that would fit on his perineum just behind his balls.

It was not nearly as big as Scott expected.  He felt a faint sense of
disappointment.

Connected to the underside of the base of the dildo by a thick cable
was what looked like a control box that in turn was connected to a
power transformer that plugged into the electric mains supply.  There
was also a miniature compressor connected to the dildo base by a clear
plastic hose.  The compressor was also plugged into the control box by
electric flex.

Scott looked through the leaflet and read that it would expand
considerably inside him and stimulate him with electric impulses to
greatly enhance his pleasure.  The dildo was made by Adventurous
Products Corporation in the United States of America.

It looked interesting.  Scott peeled off his shorts, plugged the dildo
into the power point via an extension cord and lubricated the dildo.
He lay back on the bed and briefly admired his reflection in the
overhead mirror.  He still had his boots and baseball cap on.  His
pectoral muscles rose up like thick rounded solid hemispheres of
muscle.  His abdomen was a rippling bulging eight-pack of solid
muscle.  His arms and thighs were thickly packed with huge, hard,
well-defined masses of muscle.  His huge powerfully muscled body
looked fantastic.

He raised his legs in the air and lubricated his arsehole and pushed
the dildo into his arsehole as far as it could go with the base snug
up against his arse and the metal knob pressed against his skin just
behind his balls.

It felt good as it was.  However, Scott switched the dildo on and felt
it vibrating inside him.  As it did so, it started expanding in his
anus.  Then it started pulsating inside him.  It would expand a
little, contract a little and then expand a little more.  This kept on
until it felt huge inside him.  It had expanded until Scott could feel
this enormous great big throbbing and pulsating thing up under his rib
cage.  His heart was pounding furiously.  His arsehole was stretched
hugely.  He reached down and felt it with his hand.  It felt like it
was about 10 centimetres (4 inches) thick.

It started writhing inside him.  The sensation was tremendous for
Scott with this enormous phallic object throbbing, pulsating,
vibrating and writhing inside him.  It seemed that this thing was
alive and probing every corner of his muscular torso.  Scott felt as
though he would burst.

Then the electric stimulation started.  Small electric shocks started
from the metal knob pressed against his perineum then progressed up
inside his torso.  The shocks increased in intensity until they became
painful inside him.  Scott's body was tensed up all over.  He was
dimly aware of his magnified reflection in the overhead mirror with
his huge muscles bulging magnificently as he tensed and writhed with
the intense stimulation happening inside his body.  He felt as though
he was on fire inside.  He was almost in agony because the electro-
stimulation was so intense.  It was particularly vigorous in his
prostate, which throbbed with sweet agonising ecstatic delight.

His tortured groin could take it no longer and something exploded deep
inside him.  Hot gouts of semen squirted out of his limp penis and
gushed all over his loins.  The orgasm went on and on under the
pressure of the stimulation.  He saw stars.  He screamed in the
intensity of his orgasm.

Finally, when the orgasm died down, the stimulation from the monster
dildo ceased and the thing stopped throbbing and pulsating and it
decreased in size to what it was before.

Scott lay limp and sweaty on the bed like a rag doll with semen all
over his belly.  It had been an incredible experience.  He felt
utterly wrung out.  The experience had altogether been much more
rugged than with Alfred.

He looked up at his reflection.  He would have looked hot and sexy if
it were not for the thing stuck up his arse with all the wires and
tubes trailing from it.

The dildo up his arse started to annoy him.  He mustered the effort
and removed it.

He curled up on the bed and went to sleep.

Later he awoke feeling fresher.  He ran water over the dildo in the
kitchen sink and put it away.

He strolled into the secret room behind the bathroom and saw that
Alfred had recharged and was ready to go again.

Scott had a quick shower to wash off all the semen and sweat.

While he was in the shower, he remembered that his growth that morning
had been less than that of the previous day because he had not
injected himself with the muscle growth stimulating factor he had
found in Derek's refrigerator.  He picked up a syringe full of the
deep purple liquid and an alcohol swab and strode back to the bed.

Lying back on the bed he swabbed one of the cobblestone bulges of his
abdominal eight-pack and pushed the needle through his skin and into
the muscle.  He felt the needle penetrating through the muscles of his
abdomen.  It did hurt somewhat but this time the pain of the needle
sinking into his muscles felt sexually stimulating.  His cock started
to stiffen.  His heart pounded as he looked at the syringe with its
needle embedded in his flesh.  He took a deep breath and pushed down
the syringe, injecting all the deep purple fluid into his abdominal
muscle.  Almost immediately there was a warm, tingling sensation in
the muscle segment.

He pulled out the needle as the warm, tingling feeling increased in
intensity.  The muscle segment into which he had injected the fluid
started swelling.  He immediately performed a series of abdominal
crunches.  The warm feeling spread all over his body and the ache in
his abdominal muscle stopped.  All over his body his muscles swelled
and grew in size, becoming even more engorged and venous.  His skin
tightened all over.  The veins snaking across his muscles became even
thicker.  His body tingled and throbbed with power.  His cock was by
now fully erect.

Scott felt supercharged with energy.  He bounded into the room where
the workout bike was, stripped off his boots and cap and jumped aboard
the workout bike.

Eagerly he put the helmet on his head and thrust his stiff hard cock
all the way into the glorious fuck tube that opened up in front of
him.  As he thrust his cock rhythmically into the tube, the huge
penis-like object thrust up into Scott's anus and deep into Scott's
torso through his rectum and along his colon.  It was wonderful to
feel that thing thrusting up inside him through his arsehole while he
vigorously thrust his rock hard cock as deep into the fuck tube as it
could reach.  It felt a lot nicer than that monster dildo which Scott
had used earlier.  He gloried in the tremendous orgasm he could feel
building inside him.  Tubes snaked into his veins and pumped potent
endorphins into his body.  An ecstatically joyful sensation flooded
his body at the same time he was swamped by a titanic orgasm, which
subjectively seemed to continue for hours.

Again, Scott was pumped full of potent nutrients that fed his massive
and growing musculature.  His belly was pumped full of 'yolk' packed
with nutritious goodies to feed his huge muscular body.

After several hours of tsunami-like orgasms and post-orgasmic bliss,
Scott reluctantly dismounted from the workout bike.  The red
recharging light was on and Scott knew that Alfred would not be ready
again for several hours.

He put on his boots, socks and baseball cap and walked into the
bathroom.  He posed in front of the mirror and was impressed by the
size to which he had grown.  He was definitely bigger.  His muscles
were bigger and thicker.  They bulged more and were even more defined
than before.  Thick veins ran over the splendid musculature of his
body.  When he flexed his biceps, they bulged out like bowling balls.
They were really big now.  His deltoids looked the size of
basketballs.  His chest was bigger.  His pectorals bulged out more in
thick striated boulders of muscle.  The muscles of his back flared out
like a cobra's hood in a thick powerful convex curve.  He was massive
now.

Scott was well pleased with the result.  Back in the loft he saw that
it was nearly dark outside.  The sun had set.  The forest outside was
noisy with the chorus of birds.

Scott ran the measuring tape over his huge bulging biceps muscles and
saw that they reached 26 inches (66 cm).  The mighty bulging striated
peaks of iron hard muscle well supplied with veins looked magnificent.
And they were the same on both sides.  His chest was too big now to be
measurable by the tape.  There was a gap of about three inches.  He
used the old surveyor's tape that Derek kept and measured his chest at
63 inches (160 cm).  He looked at himself in the mirror.  Fuck!  He
looked and felt fantastic.  He was bigger than his wildest dreams.  He
was absolutely fucking huge.  His belly bulged a little bit but then
it was full of the yolk that Alfred had pumped into him.  It was great
not having to get food for himself.

Scott pulled on his shorts.  They fit tightly and it was a bit of a
struggle to get them over his magnificent thighs.  However, they
stretched sufficiently.

He swaggered down the stairs and drove into the town.  It was
twilight.

As he was passing the police station on the corner of High Street and
Denison Street, he saw by the light of the street lamp a large piece
of paper fixed to the inside of the glass fronted notice board on the
front of the police station.  Curious, he parked his ute and walked
over to the notice board.  All the piece of paper said was that
Sergeant Rowling will be away on holidays until a given date and
meanwhile the police stationed at Gundagai will attend to any
concerns.

"Jesus, Scottie, you seem to be growing bigger every time I see you,"
said a voice.

Scott turned around and saw Mr Foreman, the works manager for the West
Brindabella shire council.

"I've got to say, Scottie, you're bloody huge," continued the short
portly middle-aged man who knew Scott's father the mayor well.  "I've
never seen so much muscle on a human being before.  I got to say, you
look incredible."

Scott smiled in appreciation.  "Thanks."

He could see Mr Foreman's eyes roving over his magnificent shirtless
torso, arms and legs.  The works manager was literally open-mouthed in
admiration.  He could not keep his eyes off Scott's fantastically
muscular physique.  Scott bathed in his admiration.

"You know, Scottie, you look bloody marvellous.  In fact I reckon you
look like Superman, except you're bigger than him, I reckon.  Jesus,
all that muscle.  I can't get over it.  It's no wonder people call you
Ramzilla.  And you're good-looking too.  You're not ugly like a lot of
these musclemen."

Scott grinned.

"Oh, well, I'd best be going now," said Mr Foreman.  "They're waiting
for me at the Lion and Unicorn.  See you around."

With that he walked off across High Street in the direction of the
Lion and Unicorn Hotel.  Every now and then he would turn around and
look at Scott, hardly believing his eyes.

Scott got into his ute and drove home.

He rang his parents who had by this stage arrived at Tenterfield.  All
the travellers were about to go to bed so the conversation was kept
short.  Scott was happy with that.

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Continued in Part 32.
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