Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 22:17:43 +1000 (EST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #32' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 32 ! ?? ]


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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 6.

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Part 32: Willabalangaloo
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Scott awoke before sunrise after a sound night's sleep.  It was still
dark in his bedroom.  The dawn chorus of birds was in full voice as it
greeted the approaching dawn.  He got out of bed and looked out the
window.  The east was streaked with light.  There were some clouds and
they were coloured gold and red.  He looked at the glowing numerals of
his bedside digital clock.  It showed shortly after 5 a.m.

The birds were making a real racket, he thought.  He could hear
kookaburras, currawongs, magpies and a host of other birds of the
Australian bush.  Parrots were squawking discordantly.  It was just as
well that he was not suffering from a hangover, the noise was so
great.  In fact, he felt fine, as fit as a fiddle.

He switched on his bedroom light and caught sight of his reflection in
the mirror.  It was no dream.  He was huge all right.  He admired his
incredibly muscular body and flexed his biceps, which swelled up like
bowling balls.

He went to the gym and stood on the electronic scales.  It beeped and
showed 'HHHH' on the display.  He was too heavy.  The scales could
only weigh up to 150 kilograms (330 lb).  Scott would try Derek's
scales over at the garage instead.  Good idea.  He would jump on the
workout bike and get bigger still.  He relished the prospect of having
huge muscles bulging all over his body.  He felt ultra-masculine now.
He would become hyper-masculine.  He really enjoyed the feeling of
having huge muscles and feeling incredibly strong.

He pulled on his socks and black leather work boots, then his shorts,
which felt a bit too tight.  He was going to get bigger, so he found a
looser pair and put those on.  Then in front of the mirror he put on
his old New York Yankees baseball cap.  He pulled the curved visor
down over his eyes.  His arms bulged magnificently.  He looked really
hot and sexy.  He did not bother putting on a shirt.  Besides, few of
his shirts would fit him now.

He drove through the town.  Nobody was about.  The streets were
deserted.  The sun had still not yet risen when he arrived at Derek's
garage.  He parked his ute in the garage and locked the door behind
him.  He ran up the stairs.  As he did so, he noticed that his thighs
were so thick with muscle now that they bounced against each other,
impeding his progress.

While he was driving over, he conceived the idea of injecting himself
with two syringes at once and seeing what effect that would have.  He
did not recall any warning about overdosing himself.  His cock
stiffened at the thought.

Inside the loft, he stepped on Derek's scales and saw the dial go well
past the 150-kilogram mark.  It stopped at 20 kilos.  That meant that
Scott now weighed 170 kilos (375 lb).  He was huge and he loved it.
But he wanted to get bigger still.

He stripped off his shorts and fetched two syringes of the purple
muscle growth stimulating factor from the refrigerator.  He thought of
giving himself a real buzz and using the electro-stimulating
capabilities of the monster dildo to make the muscles of his torso
contract and work out.  It might be better than doing abdominal
crunches.  His groin and balls felt full of semen that needed to get
out.  His cock stiffened at the thought.

He got out the monster dildo, set it up and plugged it into the power
point and lubricated it well.  He lay on the bed and pushed it up his
anus as far as its ten-inch length would go.  He made sure that the
metallic knob was resting up against the skin behind his balls.

He picked up the two syringes and pushed the needles into the thick
bulges of his abdominal muscles each side of the groove running down
his centre-line.  It did hurt a little as the needles sank into his
muscle but Scott found the pain of the needles penetrating his flesh
quite strongly erotic.  It was a real turn on.  His cock stiffened
until it was rock hard.  He did not push down on the plungers yet but
left the syringes sticking out of his muscular belly.

He looked up at his magnified reflection in the overhead mirror.  His
body was utterly magnificent now as it was thick and bulging with
great big muscles all over.  The syringes sticking out of his belly
and the dildo plugged up his arsehole with all the cables and hoses
leading from it looked made him look most surreal and sexy,
particularly as he was still wearing his boots and baseball cap.

His hard erect penis lay along the midline groove of his belly between
the syringes.  It was huge, reaching up well past his belly button.
To Scott it looked nearly a foot long (30 cm) and it was starting to
dribble precum into the midline groove.

He flexed his huge biceps.  They bulged incredibly now.  They were 26
inches (66 cm) and the biceps muscles were the size of bowling balls.
He tensed the muscles of his torso but stopped because it was too
painful with the needles sticking into his abdominal muscles.

He switched on the dildo and felt it vibrating and pulsating inside
his torso.  It started expanding and contracting inside him.  It would
expand a bit, contract a bit, then expand a bit more.  It increased in
thickness, stretching his arsehole bit by bit.  It kept on expanding
bit by bit inside his anal canal until Scott could feel this enormous
throbbing and pulsating thing reaching up inside him from his arsehole
to up under his rib cage.  His arsehole felt considerably stretched as
it expanded inside him.  His heart was pounding and he was panting in
excitement and agitation.  The dildo's air pump whirred busily.

The needles stuck into his belly were hurting quite a lot now.  Scott
pushed down on both plungers simultaneously and injected the purple
fluid into his abdominal muscles.  He withdrew the needles from his
flesh and cast them on the floor as the huge hard inflated dildo
started writhing inside his torso.  The sensory stimulation was
tremendous.  The segments of abdominal muscle into which he had
injected the two syringes of purple fluid were tingling intensely and
swelling as well.  He could not do abdominal crunches because of the
greatly inflated dildo that was inside his torso.  It was writhing,
pulsating and throbbing vigorously inside him, probing all the corners
of his torso.  He wondered dimly if this was what being fist fucked
was like.

The swelling segments of abdominal muscle were hurting him quite a lot
now.  They were hot and swollen and felt as though they were about to
burst.

He tensed his abdominal muscles as best he could.  It hurt.  He
grunted with the pain.

Just then the electro-stimulation kicked in.  Rhythmic electric shocks
pulsated through his torso.  They felt as though they were
concentrated in and around his prostate gland, which was already
stuffed full of implants and injected with fluid from the previous
night's session.  This made it exquisitely sensitive.  The electric
shocks were painful now.  Scott's body tensed all over.  Every muscle
in his hugely muscular body was alternately contracting and relaxing
in time with the electric shocks from the dildo.  The cannonade of
sensations exploding around inside his torso was agonising.  Scott
howled and writhed in great pain.  The purple fluid he had injected
into himself had made his body much more sensitive.  All the veins
stood out like thick cables and all his muscles were engorged and
bulging.  Rivulets of sweat ran off his body as Scott lay writhing and
howling in pain on the bed.  Painful flashes of electric fire coursed
throughout his torso.  Every muscle of his torso tensed in the agony
he was suffering.

His tortured innards could take no more stimulation.  His prostate and
balls exploded in a great orgasmic wave of pain.  Scott screamed.  His
penis which, incredibly, was still rock hard, twitched violently.  Hot
gouts of semen gushed out of it all over his belly and chest.  The
huge and painful orgasm continued on and on under the influence of the
dildo and Scott's entire front was covered with a thick layer of his
semen.

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 thick white
gobs of semen all over his front.  It had been an incredible
experience, bordering on horrific.  He felt utterly wrung out.

He lay on the bed panting and covered with sweat and semen.  His heart
pounded in his chest.  His body had increased in size and felt
tremendously pumped up because of the purple fluid.  All his muscles
were bigger and pumped; all the veins were like cables.

He started to feel better.  Before long he was feeling really good.
He pulled the dildo out from his anus and saw that it was covered in
some sort of pale yellow goo.  He sniffed it.  It smelled faintly
organic.  There was no trace of shit.  He surmised that the yellow goo
had been put in his intestines by Alfred.  It must be the soothing
unguent balm that filled his intestines.  Alfred had told him about it
on the first day.

Scott noticed that the sun had risen outside.  The morning sunlight
shone on the eucalyptus trees outside, making the shiny leaves sparkle
like jewels.

Scott washed the dildo and put it away.  He removed his boots, socks
and baseball cap and took a shower to wash off all the semen and
sweat.

He bounded naked into the secret room and jumped aboard the workout
bike.  Once he had put the helmet on, the workout session started.
Scott experienced a train of glorious tsunami-like muscle-building
orgasms.  It was a much more pleasant experience than with the dildo.
Scott revelled in the sheer joy of his growing muscles and the
endorphins coursing through his system and flooding his brain.  The
long-lived orgasms repeated again and again.  Scott revelled in the
huge penis object thrusting in and out of his arsehole at the same
time he thrust his mighty penis in and out of the highly stimulating
fuck tube.  Nutrients were pumped into his body, causing the muscles
to grow significantly.

Time passed.  Finally the joyfully orgasmic muscle-building session
was completed and Scott reluctantly separated himself from the workout
bike.

In the bathroom Scott looked at himself in the mirror admiringly.  He
was truly massive now.  He was a mountain of muscle.  The wide muscles
of his back flared out like bat wings.  The trapezius muscles formed a
convex curve up to the point of his jaw.  His shoulders were wide and
massively packed with muscle.  His arms and legs were great thick
bulging masses of muscle.  He felt extremely hot, potent and ultra-
masculine.  His prostate had been pumped full of enhancing fluid and
more implants had been inserted.  It throbbed with sexual energy.  So
did his balls.  They too had been injected with growth enhancing
medium.  They were big.  They were still egg-shaped, but they were as
thick as tennis balls and were longer.  They were like the balls on a
bull.  His cock was definitely bigger.  He rubbed and it quickly
stiffened into a long fat rod that was rock hard.

He strode into the loft, found the measuring tape and measured his
cock at 13 inches (33 cm) long and 2.75 inches (7 cm) thick.  It was
satisfyingly huge.  He flexed his biceps muscles and ran the tape
around the flexed mountain peak of muscle.  He saw that it had grown
to 28 inches (71 cm).  He used the scuffed old surveyor's tape to
measure his chest.  That had grown to 69 inches (175 cm).  His
pectoral muscles were like great big hard striated hemispherical
boulders with the nipples underneath.  When his pectorals were
relaxed, his whole hand could fit in the cleavage between the
mountains of muscle.  His pectorals jutted out so much that Scott had
to lean forward to see his feet.  They were over six inches (15 cm)
thick.

Scott stepped on Derek's scales.  The dial whizzed past the 150
kilogram mark and stopped with a clunk at 54 kilograms.  150 plus 54
made 204 kilos.  And Scott weighed a fair bit more than that.  The
scales could not go any higher.  204 kilos, that was 449 pounds, or 32
stone 1 pound.  He was massively huge, weighing well over than 32
stone of solid ripped hard muscle.  Scott was reasonably happy with
his newfound size but he would have liked to get bigger.  He would
have to wait until Alfred had finished recharging.  It was still quite
early in the morning so the whole day stretched ahead of Scott.

He did not feel like another go with the monster dildo.  That was just
too painful just now.  Maybe he could have a go with the 'Gigant'
dildo but maybe that could wait until later.  He was not too horny
right now.

It was warm in the loft.  The day was going to be another hot one.
Scott looked out of the window across the forest.  Amongst the trees
not far from the garage, the dam caught his eye.  He decided to go for
a swim in the dam.  And he would do it naked, just as he was now.  No
one was around at this time of the morning.  No one would see him.
Few people travelled along Valley Road at any time.

He opened the garage door, locked it again and ran naked through the
trees.  It was a thrill to feel the cool morning breeze on his bare
skin.  He came to the diving board that somebody had put out over the
dam years ago.  The water looked inviting, although it was a murky
brown in colour.

Scott hid the garage key in a hollow tree stump.  He sprinted out
along the diving board and dived straight into the deep part of the
dam where it was 30 feet (10 metres) deep.  He sank straight to the
bottom.  He had so much muscle on him, he was so dense that he had the
buoyancy of a brick.  He hit the clay bottom of the dam with his hands
stretched out before him.  He tried to swim up to the surface but he
could not stay off the bottom.  Instinctively he had exhaled as he
dived in off the diving board so he had little air in his lungs.  He
had no flotation at all.

Down at the bottom of the dam the water was so murky that it was
almost completely dark.  Scott could not see anything except the
faintest brown light coming from somewhere up above him.  His lungs
were bursting.  He was desperate to breathe.  Panic started to set in,
particularly when he realised that nobody knew he was there.  Nobody
would be able to find him in time before he drowned.  Few came past on
Valley Road and no one would have known his car was parked in the
garage.  No one would know he was out of sight under thirty feet of
water.  He desperately did not want to die.  He was only seventeen
years old and he had a magnificent body with huge muscles.  Life was
going to be sweet and Derek was not coming home until tomorrow.  If
Scott died, all his huge muscles would just feed the yabbies at the
bottom of the dam.  Already he could feel them nibbling around his
feet.  His skeleton would be picked clean and nobody would ever find
it.

He struggled futilely to reach the surface but there was simply no way
that his heavy dense body could swim the thirty feet up to the
surface.  His throat constricted.  His chest heaved.  He started to
feel dizzy.  His consciousness was starting to blur.

He was about to slide completely into panic when the words 'DON'T
PANIC' flashed into his mind.  The idea came to him that he should try
and walk towards the edge of the dam until the water was shallow
enough for him to get his head above water and breathe the air he so
desperately needed.  He tried walking along the bottom but he had to
expend a lot of effort and energy walking against the resistance of
the water.  He had precious little energy left.

He dropped down on all fours and crawled across the clay bottom of the
dam.  He could feel the yabbies scuttling around him.  The bottom
seemed alive with the crustaceans.  Angrily he squashed a few who had
the temerity to nip his hands with their pincers.  There seemed to be
so many that a few dead would not matter.

He crawled on through the murky darkness of the water.  He could not
see anything.  He progressed entirely by feel.  It was easier going on
all fours against the water resistance.  Somehow, he knew what
direction to go.  His lungs felt as though they would either burst or
collapse.  Scott was not sure which.  The huge muscles of his arms,
legs and torso ached painfully through being forced to work while
starved of oxygen.  However, he struggled on with grim determination.
His state of panic seemed to have subsided.

The clay bottom of the dam sloped upwards underneath him.  He kept on
crawling upwards.  His whole consciousness focussed on keeping on
moving one foot and one hand after the after.  It had contracted down
to that one single purpose.  He was going to make it to the edge.  All
the powerful muscles of his body were rancid with pain.  It took all
his will and effort to continue moving on, but move on he did.  His
lungs ached for the air that was far above him.  The agonising pain
was not important.  Survival was.  A weird thought flashed through his
mind that wished he were a yabbie so he could breathe underwater.  He
pushed it aside and kept on crawling on his hands and knees towards
the edge of the dam and air, precious air.

After what appeared to be a long and pain-racked interval, the thought
came to him that he should try standing up.  He sat up and his head
broke the surface of the water.  It was sheer joy and relief to gulp
in the great lungfuls of air that had been so torturously denied him.
He stood up in sheer gratitude and relief.  He had survived.  He was
so glad to be alive.

He took a number of steps forward as he struggled up the slippery clay
of the dam bottom towards the edge.  Dizziness overcame him and he
fell forwards onto his hands and knees.  Fortunately he had progressed
far enough for his head to remain above water.  He remained there
panting heavily as he greedily sucked in the precious air to oxygenate
his aching body.  It was an effort to hold his head up but if he
relaxed, his face fell into the water.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, the pain in his muscles had
subsided sufficiently for him to be able to move again.  He crawled up
the bank and collapsed at the edge of the water.  He lay exhausted and
panting heavily in the wet clay at the water's edge.  His head was far
enough away from the water for him to be able to breathe easily.

As he lay collapsed half out of the water on the bank of the dam, he
gave desperate and heart-felt thanks to God, Yang, the angels, Hal,
Derek and whomever else who might have had a hand in saving him from
death by drowning at the bottom of the dam.

His breathing eased.  He lay relaxed in the clay at the water's edge.
He became aware of the warmth of the morning sun on his back and arms.
The parrots, the galahs, rosellas, lorikeets and cockatoos were
screeching noisily in the trees around the dam.  He was grateful to be
alive.  He felt quite comfortable lying half out of the water in the
soft wet clay on the bank of the dam.  He appreciated the warmth of
the sun soaking into the massive muscles of his huge and enormously
powerful body.

He became aware that his penis had fallen into an old yabbie burrow
that had been dug in the soft wet slippery clay in the shallows at the
water's edge.  It felt interesting.  He flexed his pelvis and thrust
his cock in and out of the burrow.  The sensation of the soft wet
slippery clay walls sliding against his thrusting penis made it a very
nice fuck hole indeed.  His penis stiffened rapidly into the massive
thick thirteen-inch steely-hard rod of flesh that was made to fuck.
While he squirmed and thrust vigorously into the soft wet clay,
glorious sensations flooded through his body.  His prostate ached for
release.

He kept on thrusting and writhing in the wet clay.  This was
wonderful.  He had never fucked a dam before.  He revelled in the feel
of his long fat cock thrusting as deep into the yabbie burrow as it
could go.  With his penis, he could feel no end to the burrow.  He
wondered idly if there was a yabbie or something at the bottom of the
burrow.  He did not care.  Perhaps his huge rock hard cock would mash
it to bits like a steel bar if it got too close.  He did not feel
anything else but the soft wet clay sucking sensuously on his penis as
he thrust it repeatedly down the hole in the dam bank.  He gloried in
the sensation.

He humped and thrust into the clay of the dam awash with sensations.
Finally, his groin contracted brutally and his prostate and balls
erupted in an orgasmic explosion.  He thrust his penis as deep into
the clay as it could go and his hot semen jetted in a geyser down into
the deep recesses of the yabbie burrow.  He lay heaving and groaning
as wave after pulsing wave of orgasmic joy swept over him and gushed
out through his throbbing penis into the murky water of the burrow.

After the last final jerking pulse and squirt of his orgasmic
delirium, Scott lay blissfully in the muddy clay at the water's edge
relishing the post-orgasmic sensations flooding through his body as
well as the warmth of the sun on his back and the water lapping lazily
around his body.  His stiff cock was still thrust down the burrow.  He
enjoyed the feel of the soft slippery wet clay sucking on it.

After a while he wondered if he should get a move on.  If someone by
chance should come along and see him stark naked with his cock rammed
up a yabbie burrow in the dam wall, he would look awfully silly.  He
would never live it down.  People would tease him forever about the
time he was seen starkers sticking his cock in a hole in the side of
the dam.  It would be awfully embarrassing.  Everyone would call him
the dam fucker.

His cock's erection slackened a little.  He stood up reluctantly.  He
could stay there all day.  He looked down his front.  He was covered
all over in wet clay from where he had been squirming and writhing in
his sexual frolic.  He rinsed off most of it and decided to have a
shower up at the garage.

He looked down at the burrow where he had been ramming his cock.  It
had felt good.  There was no sign of the semen he had squirted down
the hole.  Maybe it would provide a feast for whatever lucky yabbie
that discovered it.  Or maybe some fish or some other water creature
would feast on it.  It was hard to tell what kinds of life forms were
lurking in the murky waters of the dam.

He clambered up the bank and retrieved the garage key from its hiding
place in the hollow tree stump.  He trudged up the slope to the garage
and let himself inside.  It was with a little awkwardness that he
climbed the stairs to the loft.  His thighs were so thick with muscle
now that it was hard to move them past one another as he ascended the
narrow staircase.

In the nice warm shower he washed the clay from his body.  As he did
so, he considered what to do next.

He wanted to show off his magnificently muscled new body at a swimming
pool, but if he appeared at the Ringtail Springs swimming pool, he
would cause a sensation.  He was much bigger than he was a few days
ago.  He was nearly double the weight.  He had stacked on an
incredible amount of muscle.  People would start asking questions.  He
knew he must keep the workout bike and Hal's magic spell secret.  How
would he handle it?

He thought he would go and try the swimming pool at Willabalangaloo, a
town about an hour's drive or 90 kilometres (55 miles) north west of
Ringtail Springs on the plains west of the Great Dividing Range.

He loved having all these huge muscles.  He posed naked in front of
the bathroom mirror.

He felt tremendously hot and powerful and potent.  He was brimming
with masculine power.  His chest was huge.  His pectoral muscles were
like striated granite boulders.  His biceps ballooned up until they
were the size of bowling balls.  His thighs were great massive corded
bulging mountains of muscle that were as thick as tree trunks.  His
waist was slim, almost tiny in comparison, but it was strongly packed
with hard, well-defined muscles.  His abdomen was a treasure trove of
eight rock hard well-defined veiny cobblestones.

The sight in the mirror of his huge muscles bulging with so much power
and masculinity caused him to have another orgasm, which he jetted
into the hand basin.  His cock was huge and thick in his hand.  It was
a huge fat thick monster thirteen inches long.  It was like a fat
rigid one-eyed python.  Scott loved it.  He loved his whole body,
every single one of those huge bulging powerful muscles, his huge
bulging biceps, his mighty triceps, his mountainous pectorals, his
balls as thick as tennis balls and twice as long.  He was mighty and
massive.  He weighed well over 450 pounds, maybe nearly 500 pounds.
He could not get over how big and massive and strong and masculine he
was.

In the loft he browsed through Derek's clothes and found a white tank
top and a pair of half-thigh shorts with yellow and black V-shaped
stripes.  Both were made of nice stretchy spandex.  He tried them on.
They were a bit tight and fitted him very snugly.  He liked them.
They showed every bulge of his massively muscular body.

He found a pair of royal blue Speedo racing briefs and tried them on.
They just covered his massive genitalia and showed off his well-
sculpted bubble butt to perfection, not to mention the rest of his
body.

He pulled on the spandex tank top and shorts and then his socks and
boots.  He put on his baseball cap.

He borrowed a beach towel and stuffed that into a tote bag along with
the borrowed Speedos.

Scott remembered that Derek in his note had asked him to take the
Pajero four-wheel-drive for a spin.  It had not moved in the whole
seven weeks that Derek had been away.  Now would be the ideal time to
take it for a run.

He made his way carefully down the stairs.  His massive thighs kept
getting in each other's way as he descended the narrow stairs.

He opened up the garage door and kicked the Pajero's tyres.  They all
seemed fully inflated.  The vehicle started on the second attempt and
roared into life.  Scott backed it out carefully and locked the garage
doors.  He spent a few minutes adjusting the steering wheel and the
seat in the Pajero until he was comfortable, then adjusted the
mirrors.

Carefully he drove the four-wheel-drive around the corner of the
garage through the car park and onto Valley Road.  At the intersection
with Brown's Hill Road he turned right up the hill instead of left
into the town and proceeded on the road to Gundagai.  Past Gundagai he
crossed the Hume Highway and drove on to Willabalangaloo.

When he reached the town of Willabalangaloo, he drove the Pajero down
the main street, which was named Llewellyn Street.  The town was
smaller than Ringtail Springs.  It was a hot, dry and dusty town on
the western plains.  Few people knew him here and it had a public
swimming pool.

He saw the Royal George Hotel in the main street.  He decided to stop
and have a beer at the hotel.  That was something that he had never
done before.  He was still underage and his father had never allowed
him to drink beer in a hotel.  He had been allowed by his father to
have an occasional lemon squash in the front bar of the Lion and
Unicorn.  His brother Matt drank at the Prince of Wales Hotel more
often than not.  His brother Rob drank very little alcohol.

Scott thought that since he was so huge and muscular now, no one would
dare challenge him for being underage.  He parked the Pajero and
strode into the front bar of the Royal George Hotel.  As he entered,
everyone in the bar turned and stared at him.  Furtive muttering ran
around the bar room.  Scott heard the word 'muscles' several times.
He braved all the attention and went to the bar.  A cute blonde young
barman, who looked barely of legal age himself, scurried up to Scott
and asked him nervously what would be his pleasure.  Scott grinned and
resisted the temptation to say fucking his arse.  He asked the young
barman for a pint of beer.

While the barman was pouring the beer, he kept staring at Scott wide-
eyed.  He placed the pint glass on the bar in front of Scott.  Scott
fished out his wallet, which was tightly wedged in his spandex shorts,
and paid him.

Scott took a mouthful of beer and promptly spat it back out into the
glass.  It tasted foul.  Scott grimaced in disgust.

The young barman watched Scott with rising apprehension.

"Is everything all right, sir?" he inquired tentatively.

"No," snapped Scott.  "It bloody well tastes like something dead's
been in it.  It tastes bloody horrible."

"I'm sorry, sir.  Would you like me to get you glass of something
else?"

Scott realised that maybe there was a message.  He should not be
drinking alcohol.

He felt uncomfortable and underdressed in the bar.  Everyone was
staring at him and whispering to one another.

"No," he growled.  "Just give me my money back."

The barman went and rattled around in the till.

While he was there, a skinny old man sitting at the bar gave Scott a
gap-toothed grin and said, "Don't worry, Muscles, it always tastes
like that.  It's Toohey's draught.  I love the stuff."

The barman came back and gave Scott some coins as refund.  Scott took
the money and walked out the door.

As the door closed behind him, he heard the old man say, "What a
shame!  He doesn't like Toohey's."

There was laughter.

Another man's voice said, "Maybe he's one of those poofters who drink
only Heineken's."

More laughter.  The door shut.

Scott climbed into the Pajero and drove to the swimming pool.  In the
changing rooms he changed into the Speedo racing briefs.

He strode to the side of the pool.  There were quite a lot of people
both in the water and on the lawn surrounding the pool.  Nearly
everyone was staring at him.  He resisted the temptation to flex his
muscles in a double biceps pose.  After the cool reception in the bar,
he did not feel confident.  Instead, he strode purposefully to the
diving board at the deep end of the pool.

A bunch of lanky young men gathered around the land end of the board
stepped back and made way for him.  They stared at him open-mouthed.

"Fuck!  Look at those muscles," Scott heard one of the group murmur.

"Jesus Christ on a bicycle, he's fuckin' huge," said another quietly.

Scott sprinted down the diving board and dived into the water.  He
swam vigorously towards the shallow end but he still sank to the
bottom of the pool because of the density of his hugely muscular body.
He propelled himself to the shallow end with his powerful arms pushing
on the bottom.  Needing to breathe, he broke the surface next to a
group of young women.  They all stared at him.

"Fuck off, freak," a thin blonde woman in a pink bikini said coldly.

Scott observed she had tiny tits before he swam off and sank to the
bottom again.  He could not float.  He had no buoyancy at all.  He was
just too dense.  He just could not swim any more.  All he could do was
crawl along the bottom.  And being a bottom crawler seemed a total
waste of time.

He swam around submerged in the pool for a little while longer.  He
was like a whale, coming up for air at the shallow end and sinking
down again.  He tired of this and hauled himself out of the pool with
his huge muscles bulging.  He retrieved his towel and dried himself.
He made his way back to the changing rooms.

He was about remove to remove his bathers when a troupe of teenage
boys entered the changing rooms.

"Oh, wow, look, here's the muscleman," exclaimed one of them.

They gathered around Scott.  Their eyes were wide with admiration.
They begged him to 'make a muscle', to pose and display the size of
his muscles for them.  Chattering with glee, they ran their hands over
Scott's massive muscles while he went through a series of posing
routines.  It was a real turn-on for Scott to feel their hands roving
admiringly over his body and feeling his huge bulging iron-hard
muscles.  The boys were getting excited too.  Some clustered around
him and rubbed their bodies against his.  His cock stiffened
particularly as he could feel a number of the boys' erections rubbing
against him.

One boy pulled open the front of Scott's racing briefs and peered down
at Scott's mighty penis.

"Fuck!" cried the boy.  "What a horse-dick!  It's fuckin' huge!  It's
the biggest cock I've ever seen."

Someone else pulled Scott's briefs down further, exposing his huge
erect penis for all to see.  Eagerly they ran their hands over it,
feeling its soft silky surface.  It took a mighty effort for Scott to
stop himself ejaculating all over them and humiliating himself.

"OK, you boys can all buzz off right now."  A voice with a strong
American accent shouted across the room.

Scott looked up and saw a tall, handsome and muscular blond man
standing in the doorway watching them.  He was wearing a pair of white
board shorts.  His tanned body looked splendid.

"Go on, you kids, get outa here.  Move," said the man sternly.

The boys slunk off outside.

The American walked up to Scott and spoke softly.  He looked Scott
over admiringly.  He was shorter than Scott but still about six feet
(183 cm).  He looked a bit over thirty years old and possessed a
strong muscular build.  His body looked very nice.

"You could've had a whole lot of trouble if one of those young guy's
parents had come in and seen you frolicking around with them with that
huge cock of yours hanging out.  I don't know what the laws are like
in this country but back home you'd have gone to jail for sure."

"Yeah," was all Scott managed to utter.

The American continued.  "You got the most incredibly huge body I've
ever seen in my life.  It is just fantastic.  I've never seen muscular
development like that before.  And definition!  Sweet Jesus, your
muscular definition is awesome.  It redefines definition.  And your
cock, it's heroic.  That is one star quality cock you got there."

Scott blushed and tucked his deflating cock back into his bathers.

The American held out his hand to Scott and smiled.  "The name's Rod
Boylin.  They call me Hot Rod Boylin, or Boylin Hot Rod.  Depends."
He grinned.  "I guess you haven't heard of me."

"No," replied Scott.

He shook Rod's hand.

"They call me Ramzilla," Scott said shyly.  "I suppose I ought to
thank you.  It was getting a bit embarrassing there."

"Did you like those boys rubbing their hands over that incredible body
of yours?" asked Rod with a wickedly cheerful grin.  "Your cock was
sure stiff as hell."

Scott reddened.  "I s'pose I did," he admitted.  He felt hot and
awkward.

"You looked pretty damned horny there," laughed Rod.  "You like guys,
Ramzilla?"

Scott reddened more.  "I guess so," he admitted sheepishly.

"Don't worry, buddy.  So do I, especially you.  You got the most
fantastic body I've ever seen.  I never seen anything like it before
in my life and that's saying something.  I've been around."

Scott remained silent.

"Look, Ramzilla, I got a proposition for you.  I want do a photo shoot
with you and I want to do it with you naked.  What do you say, buddy?
There'll be a few bucks in it for you."

"How much?"

"Aw, a thousand."

"A couple of thousand," replied Scott wondering what he was getting
himself into.

"Done!  Great!  You know, Ramzilla, I really like the name.  It really
suits you, you glorious great big mountain of muscle."

Rod punched Scott playfully on the shoulder.  "Because size matters,"
he laughed.  "I can just see it.  Ramzilla, the mightiest, most
incredible fucking muscle freak in all the world.  And you are, buddy.
You sure are."

Scott smiled shyly.

The American continued.  "I'm renting a place just out of town for the
week.  They call it a settler's cottage here.  It's cute.  You can
follow me out there.  Don't bother about changing.  Just come as you
are.  You're fucking magnificent."

They walked out of the changing room together to where the cars were
parked in the street.  Scott climbed into the Pajero and followed the
red Mazda sports car that Rod drove out of the town.

Not far from the edge of the town they arrived at the settler's
cottage.  To Scott, it looked like an ordinary farmhouse from the late
nineteenth-century.  It was built of stone with a corrugated iron roof
and was well kept.  A verandah surrounded it on all four sides.  Parts
of the verandah had been built in.

Dark tall old pine trees grew around the house, shielding it from the
road.

They parked their vehicles around the back of the farmhouse.  Scott
followed Rod inside.  The house had been restored tastefully inside
and out.  The floors were polished pinewood with scatter rugs.  The
walls were painted white or a very pale beige.  There was little
furniture beyond the essentials so the rooms looked uncluttered and
airy.

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