Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:39:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #54' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 54 ! ?? ]

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 5 part 19.
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Part 54: Weet-Bix and Vegemite.
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Scott drove Derek into Ringtail Springs in his old orange Ford
utility.  They went down High Street.  It was a hot day with a dry
north wind blowing.  The digital thermometer in front of a service
station showed 39 degrees Celsius (102 deg F).

Scott swung his utility into the car park between the post office and
the supermarket.  He found a park in the shade of a spreading oak
tree.

In the post office it was fairly quiet despite it being Christmas Eve.
A few people were posting last minute Christmas cards, even though the
cards would not arrive until after Christmas.

Derek and Scott joined the short queue.  People stared openly at the
two huge, tanned, muscular, shirtless and extremely handsome supermen.
Scott was a giant.  He stood 7.5 centimetres (3 inches) taller than
Derek.  He was about a head taller than most people around him.

Scott did not know any of the people waiting in the queue around him.
He was very conscious of people staring at him and Derek.  He squared
his shoulders and took it like a man.  He did not mind the admiring
looks at all.  In fact he enjoyed the attention.

Phil Nelson, the postmaster, was patiently explaining to a man that
letters posted on Christmas Eve would not get delivered on Christmas
Day.

Derek: << I hope this is worthwhile and there is some mail for me.  If
I'm lucky I might get a few Christmas cards from the family. >>

He telepathically flicked Liz Nelson's mind.  She was the post-
mistress.  She caught his eye and smiled at him.  She thought he was
beautiful.  Young Scott Reeves had turned into a magnificent specimen.
Derek sent a quick interrogation.  Yes, he did have mail.  It was
waiting for him.  Liz knew where it was.

Soon Liz was free.  Derek and Scott went up to her waiting at the
counter.

Liz looked at Scott.

"My goodness, Scott!" she exclaimed.  "You really have grown.  You
really are as big as people say you are."

Scott smiled.  Liz looked at Derek.

"How's my favourite muscleman?" she asked.

"Pretty good," replied Derek.  "How are you?"

"All the better for seeing you two."

"Got any mail for me?"

Derek noticed the smell of Minties on her breath.

"Yep," Liz replied cheerfully.

She retrieved a bundle of letters with a rubber band around them from
the counter behind her.  She handed it to Derek.

"Haven't seen you for a while," she said.  "Been away, I hear."

"That's right," replied Derek.  "Been staying with my mate on his
property in South Australia.  Got back yesterday."

She looked back at Scott.

"Any for me?" asked Scott with a smile.

"Chloe's gone and delivered your mail, Scottie," she replied.  "You've
got some Christmas cards and they should all be there waiting for you
in the letter box at your place."

"Ta."

"My gosh, Scottie!" she went on.  "I can't get over how big you are.
You're huge.  I've never seen such huge muscles.  How do you do it?"

"Just quietly growing," replied Scott.  He was grateful for the
telepathic contact with Derek, who kept supplying him with cues.

Liz winked conspiratorially at them.

"That Long Phat Kok stuff has certainly done wonders for you," she
said in a low voice.  She giggled.

"I guess it has," replied Scott dryly.

Liz sized up Scott's massive form.

"You know, Scott," she said.  "You remind me of your late Uncle Matt.
He was a big muscly handsome guy too.  And he certainly had the devil
in him.  Although you also remind me of your father too.  Max was the
good boy.  He was the choirboy while Mattie was the yahoo always up to
mischief.  Funny, come to think of it, you've got your mother's smile.
Oh, I don't know.  I'm all confused."

Scott and Derek laughed.

Liz continued with a smile.

"Well, what have you two been up to?"  She took note that they were
both shirtless and wearing short workman's shorts and work boots.
"You look like you've been up to something."

"We've been looking around inside the old hotel on Valley Road,"
replied Scott.  "I'm going to help Derek do it up."

"Good for you, Scott.  I thought it was haunted, though."

"My friend Hal did an exorcism," explained Derek.  "It's all cleaned
up now.  No ghosts or anything."

"That's good to hear."

Liz saw that the waiting queue was growing.

"Look, sorry, fellas," she said apologetically.  "I'd love to chat
with you all day but people are waiting."

"See you later then," said Scott and Derek.

They departed.  Back in the car park, Derek opened the letters but not
the bills.  The first he opened was a newsy Christmas card from his
sister Cecilia.  He scanned through it.  She said that they were
expecting a full house for Christmas.  Many of her husband's relatives
were coming to stay.  She was looking forward to it.  She hoped that
she would see him sometime in the New Year.

The next letter was in an envelope from the Australian Embassy in
Washington.  Derek opened it.  The letter was from his father who was
very pleased to get Derek's letter sent many weeks previously.  He had
been busy.  He thanked Derek for congratulating him on his promotion
to major general.  He would not be arriving back in Australia until
later the following year.  He had been appointed to a joint
intelligence committee with Australia and the United States.  This was
going to take up a lot of time.

Derek received a Christmas card from his mother also in Washington.
He received cards from his maternal grandparents in Adelaide and his
widowed paternal grandmother in Sydney.  That was it apart from the
bills which Derek did not bother opening.

He left the pile of letters in Scott's utility.  They crossed the car
park to the supermarket.

Inside the supermarket it was crowded with people doing their last
minute shopping for Christmas groceries and stuff.  Scott recognised
few of the people there.  Most were weekenders or people who had moved
into the town recently.

Scott obtained a shopping trolley.

The people in the supermarket stared at Scott and Derek.  They looked
with wonder and amazement at the supermen's massively powerful and
chiselled physiques bulging with muscle.  The two picked up
telepathically the thoughts and comments coming from the other people
such as "Fuck, look at all that muscle", "They're huge", "What a pair
of freaks!", "My God, they're glorious" and "Who are those
musclemen?".

Many of the young men and teenagers were shirtless.  They were lean
and fit and wore shorts with thongs, sandals or joggers but no tops.
They were quite over-shadowed by Scott and Derek's massively muscular
shirtless bodies.

Many of the young women and teenage girls were wearing short shorts
and bikini tops.  Quite a lot of flesh was on display.

Over the supermarket speakers came the voice of a man crooning "I'm
dreaming of a white Christmas".

Scott smiled wryly.

"You know, it's bloody 39 degrees outside and there's a hot north wind
blowing," he remarked.  "It's a bloody joke singing about white
Christmases and all that.  It's never going to snow here in Ringtail
in the summer time."

Derek agreed.

In the first aisle Derek picked up couple of Weet-Bix breakfast cereal
boxes and tossed them to Scott who put them in the trolley.  They
progressed down the aisle.  Derek tossed Scott jars of Vegemite,
peanut paste, marmalade and jam.  Scott put them in the trolley.

The narrow aisle was crowded.  Scott's shoulders were so broad that
people had difficulty getting past him.  He took up even more room
because the thick masses of muscle of his lats made his huge arms hang
out wide in the classic tough guy stance.  He took up a lot of space.

"Excuse me," said a large obese woman behind him in a peremptory
voice.  "I want to get past."

Scott turned sideways to let her past.  As she advanced past him,
Scott smiled cheekily at Derek.

Scott: << What a fatty boombah!  Almost a case of solid fat meeting
solid muscle there. >>

He projected mental images of the obese woman bouncing of his powerful
muscular body and landing in a pile of blubber on the floor.

Derek suppressed a giggle.  The woman looked at him briefly.

Derek: << Stop it!  You're making me laugh. >>

He threw a packet of Aeroplane Jelly crystals at Scott who caught it
one-handed and dropped it into the trolley.

He continued on down the aisle after the fat woman.  Scott walked
sideways pushing the trolley along with one hand after Derek.

As he continued walking sideways, Scott sang:

"I'm a little crab, dum-diddle-dee, dum-diddle-dee,
Walking sideways, walking sideways, dum-diddle-dee,
Under the sea, dum-diddle-dee, dum-diddle-dee."

People stared at Scott.

Derek looked at Scott with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow.

"If I saw a crab as big as you, mate, I'd be shitting myself," he
said.

"I used to sing it when I was six years old in Grade One in primary
school," explained Scott.  "It was some show we put on then.  I was
walking sideways on the stage being the crab and singing my song when
I bumped into Heidi Williams and she fell over.  She was being a
jellyfish.  Mum and Dad laughed heaps."

"What was the show?" asked Derek.

"Something called 'The Octopus's Garden' I think.  One of the teachers
at school wrote it."

A few of the children who went to Ringtail Springs Primary School
smiled in recognition of the song.  The show was still put on by the
little children.  It was considered an enduring classic in Ringtail
Springs.  It was not known by the children who went to posh private
schools in Canberra, Sydney or Melbourne.

People brushed against Scott and Derek in the crowded aisle.  Scott
had his back against the shelves with one hand on the trolley.  Derek
meanwhile was darting about the aisle through the crowd getting stuff
to put in the shopping trolley.  He moved with the grace of a ballet
dancer.

Scott was more of a target because he was moving less.  He was a
spectacular sight with his naked, tanned, powerfully muscular torso,
his colossal arms, his brief shorts and his massive thighs.  Many
people brushed against him.  Some people ran their hands over Scott's
bare arms and torso.  Scott relished the attention.  He enjoyed them
appreciating the feel of his huge hard veiny bulging muscles.  His
cock started to swell.

A man dressed in a black suit and a black shirt with a black tie came
up to Scott.  He had very pale white skin, black pushed back hair down
to his collar, an obsessionally trimmed black moustache and startling
pale ice-blue expressionless eyes.  He ran his hand over the bulge of
Scott's mighty pectorals and down the thick bulging cobblestones of
Scott's abdominal muscles.  He loved the feel of Scott's smooth silky
bare skin over thick hard bulging muscle.  Scott rumbled in pleasure.
His chest expanded.  The man in black moved his hand down to Scott's
groin and felt the thickening rod of Scott's penis.  He gave the penis
a tweak.

"How would you like me to stick that up your arse?" asked Scott
quietly in a deep voice.

The man coloured.  He looked quickly at Scott.  His pale blue eyes met
Scott's bright blue eyes.  Scott had a half smile.  The man in black
looked away again immediately and quickly withdrew his hand from
Scott's groin.  He hurried away, pushing his way through the throng to
the front of the supermarket.

Derek smiled at Scott.  His eyebrows danced under his mop of hair.

<< You sure frightened him off.  I guess you're too much of a handful
for him. >>

The two men moved into the next aisle.  In the biscuit section Derek
was trying to decide how many packets of SAO biscuits to get.

Scott sensed telepathically a man staring at him.  The man drank in
the sight of Scott's magnificently chiselled and veiny muscular body.
He stared at Scott's thick bulging biceps, massive arms, mighty thick
rounded pectoral plates and the extraordinary mountain range of
Scott's spectacular abdomen.  He appreciated the beauty of Scott's
handsome head, the thick curly black hair, the bright blue eyes the
colour of tropical skies and the thickly muscular neck like that of a
champion stallion.

The small thin man was having thoughts like: "What huge muscles!  He's
absolutely huge!  My God!  He's magnificent!  My God!  He's
beautiful!"

His thoughts were like those of many other people around Scott and
Derek.

Scott looked at the man and recognised Mr Anderson, who used to teach
him geography and Australian history in high school.

"Hullo, Mr Anderson," said Scott cheerfully.

Mr Anderson did not recognise Scott straight away.  He looked at
Scott.  He was embarrassed.  He had known many students in his time.

"Scott Reeves," said Scott extending a big hand supported by a huge
tanned arm bulging with muscles and covered with veins.

Mr Anderson stared at Scott and then smiled weakly.  He took Scott's
proffered hand and shook it.

He remembered Scott as a big, handsome and muscular teenager who used
to disrupt his Australian history classes.  Scott had made no secret
of the fact that he thought Australian history was dead boring.  It
sucked, he had said.  Scott used to chant "Boring!  Boring!" in class.
The other students would join in.  Scott had even accused Mr Anderson
of being a boong lover (lover of Aborigines) in class, much to the
loud amusement of the other students.

Scott had been expelled from school in about the middle of the year
for punching Cynthia McBride in the face and giving her a black eye.

Mr Anderson was afraid of Scott who even back then was much bigger
than he himself was.

Now Scott was much bigger than Mr Anderson remembered him at high
school.  That was only a few months ago.  Scott was now truly awesome.
He was huge.  He was more massive than any other man Mr Anderson had
ever seen.

However, something was different about Scott.  Gone was the sullen,
aggressive teenager.  Scott had now become a huge muscleman with a
cheerful, easygoing and confident manner.  Somehow he had grown up.
Somehow he had been transformed into a man like his father but much
bigger.

Scott introduced Mr Anderson to Derek.  They made some small talk.  Mr
Anderson was not game to ask how Scott had been transformed.  He
suspected that Scott's friend Derek may have had something to do with
it.

"My God, Scott, you're huge!" Mr Anderson blurted out.  "You've got
such enormous muscles."

He gazed at Scott with open admiration.  Scott flexed his arm right
under the nose of his former teacher.  His biceps bulged up like a
bowling ball.  His tanned arm was a mass of huge hard muscle.  Two
thick veins ran down each side of the biceps muscle like heavy-duty
cables under the skin.  His forearm was covered by a network of veins.

"Go on, have a feel of my muscles, Mr Anderson," said Scott
cheerfully.

Mr Anderson tentatively felt the thick peaked mass of biceps muscle.
He trembled with excitement.

"Go on, have a proper feel," said Scott with a chuckle.  "I don't
mind."

Mr Anderson felt Scott's huge thick biceps with both hands.  He ran
his hands over the thick bulging muscle.  He revelled in its hot
hardness under the silky smooth skin.  He continued running his hands
over Scott's upper arm feeling both the massive biceps and triceps
muscles.

"Oh, it's wonderful, it's wonderful," he kept repeating softly to
himself.  "I've never seen so much muscle."

Then with a shock he realised that the other people in the aisle were
staring at him and Scott.  He blushed and put his hands in his
pockets.  He realised that he had his shopping trolley with his
purchases in it.  He started pushing his trolley away down the aisle.

"You've grown into a magnificent specimen, Scott," he said.

"Thanks," said Scott with a grin.

"Bye," said Mr Anderson.

"See ya."

Mr Anderson went on his way.

Derek put one packet of SAO biscuits into the shopping trolley.  He
then added a packet of Tim-Tams, one of Vita-weats and one of assorted
cream biscuits.  He continued moving about the aisle with the ease and
grace of a ballet dancer as he picked up items from the shelves.

Two young men and a young woman were looking at Scott and Derek.  Both
the men were shirtless.  The woman wore a yellow halter-top and brief
shorts.  They were in their early twenties.

"Shit!  Have a dekko at those two muscle freaks over there," said one
young man.  "They're fucking huge!"

"Bloody nice looking if you ask me," said the young woman.  "They're
so hot and hunky.  God, they're both gorgeous!"

"The shorter guy with the longish brown hair looks like a girl," said
the second young man.  "He even moves like a poofter, like prancing
around like a fucking ballet dancer."

"Actually," replied the woman, "that guy is moving like my Wing Chun
master.  He's so graceful.  I wouldn't mess with him.  He's muscly
enough to tear you apart, like literally.  So, don't go and pick a
fight with him."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, just looking," laughed the first young man.  "They really do
have fantastic muscles, those two.  And they're bloody good-looking
too."

"You're a bloody poofter, perving on them," sneered the second young
man.

"Shut your face," replied the first young man.

The young woman laughed.

Derek and Scott moved on to the next aisle.  As they rounded the
corner the two telepathic supermen detected hostility towards Derek
from someone at the other end.  Scott looked at them briefly.  He
recognised Cynthia McBride with her current best friend Debbie
Pearson.  Cynthia has short blonde hair while Debbie had long brown
hair tied back in a ponytail.  Both were tanned and wearing bikini
tops and brief shorts.

Cynthia looked at Scott briefly but did not recognise him.

The two men stopped in the chocolate section.  They tuned into the two
girls.  Derek hefted two big chocolate bars, pretending to be trying
to decide whether to get Cadbury's or Nestle's chocolate.  His huge
biceps bulged enticingly.

A small child was looking at Cynthia and Debbie.  He sat in a shopping
trolley while his mother shopped.  Derek tuned into the child's mind
as well and watched the two girls through the child's eyes.

"Look, Debbie, there's that arrogant prick Derek Powers," Cynthia was
saying.  "Looks like he's back in town again."

"He looks really cute," replied Debbie.  "He's so hot!  What's wrong
with him?"

"He's an arrogant prick."

"Why?"

"He was mean to me in the Lion and Unicorn pub a couple of months ago.
He treated me like dirt.  And he did it in front of Max Reeves and
Sergeant Rowling.  I was so humiliated!"

"What a shame!  He looks so gorgeously yummy!  I just love his
muscles."  Debbie sighed.

"Shit happens.  The good-looking guys are often pretty nasty.  Either
that or they're gay.  I wonder who's the big gorilla with him.  He's
actually really good-looking."

"That's Scott Reeves."

"Can't be.  Scott's big but not that big.  And not that good-looking
either!  That guy's huge!  And he's tres hunky!"

"Haven't you heard the goss about Scott?" asked Debbie.  "Dad was
talking to Mr Foreman in the pub on Friday night.  Mr Foreman said he
saw Scott near the police station and Scott has grown really huge,
like his muscles are absolutely gi-normous.  I heard Dad telling Mum
about it.  Scott's been taking that Long Phat Kok stuff that's made
his muscles grow really big.  Scott's mum went absolutely ape-shit
about it when she found out.  Like she thought he was on steroids.
That's Scott all right."

"What's this Long Fat Cock stuff?" asked Cynthia.

"I looked it up on the Internet and it's a company in Singapore."
Debbie dropped her voice.  "It makes aphrodisiacs and muscle-building
stuff."

"What's an afro-dizzy-ack?"

Scott: << Cynthia's having a blonde moment. >>

Derek smirked at the chocolate.

Debbie explained in a low voice.  "It's stuff that makes guys get a
stiffy and get horny."

"Oh."

"Yes.  So Scott's been taking this Long Phat Kok stuff and it's made
his muscles really huge.  God!  He looks really nice and super hunky."

"What a pair!  Derek Powers and Scott Reeves!" exclaimed Cynthia.

"Let's go and say hullo to them.  They look really scrumptious.  God,
they're hot!"

"You kidding?  No way!  No way am I going to talk to two of my least
favourite guys!  Come on!  Let's go before they see us.  Come on!
Now!"

Cynthia grabbed Debbie's arm and hustled her into the next aisle.

Derek took both blocks of chocolate.  He took a box each of Jaffas and
Smarties for good measure.

They progressed down the aisle towards where Cynthia and Debbie had
been.  Scott still walked sideways as he pushed the trolley along.
His massive shoulders were so wide that people would have had
difficulty getting past him.  He resisted the temptation to sing the
little crab song again.

Over the supermarket speakers came the sounds of a choir singing.

"Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
..."

Scott: << Another snow song.  How bloody stupid is that in this
climate! >>

Derek laughed.  << It's Christmas.  Of course you're going to get the
Christmas carols. >>

<< But over the supermarket loudspeakers? >>

<< I know.  You can't get away from them. >>

<< They sound like bloody Mormons! >>

<< Singing with compulsory joy. >>

Scott laughed.

At the other end of the aisle Derek grabbed a loaf of sliced bread.

At the far end of the supermarket ran a wide corridor connecting the
aisles.  It was a little crowded.  In the dairy section Scott and
Derek met up with three of Scott's former classmates.  They recognised
Scott straight away.  They were all about the same age as Scott.

"Hey, here's the guy with the Long Phat Kok!" cried Corey.  "Jesus,
Scott, you're really are a muscleman!  You're bloody huge!"

"Wow!" breathed Spider in wide-eyed admiration.  "Look at all his
muscles."

"Fuck, Scott, you're fucking huge!" exclaimed Trent in wonder.  "I
never seen a guy so big like you."

The three teenagers were shirtless.  They wore loose knee-length
shorts and thongs on their feet.  Their bare tanned torsos were on
display.

Corey had a lean athletic build.  He carried very little body fat.
His abdominal muscles were a source of pride to him.  He had a thick
thatch of medium-length yellow-blond hair topped with a white New York
Yankees baseball cap.  He wore a pair of oversized sunglasses with
bright yellow plastic frames.  His freckles were barely visible
underneath them.

Spider was the tallest of the trio, the same height as Derek.  He had
a slim, almost thin build and long lean lanky limbs, hence the
nickname 'Spider'.  He played hockey.  He had blue eyes and a thick
mop of white-blond hair that strayed fashionably in all directions.

Scott thought that Spider looked like a tanned blond emo.  Derek found
the oxymoron funny.

Trent had a solid, strong, muscular build that befitted a rugby
player.  His well-tanned torso and arms bulged with muscle.  His tan
pectorals formed solid round chunks of muscle.  He had short dark
brown curly hair and nice dark brown eyes.

Derek looked at Trent and lust roared inside him.  Trent was very
hunky and very fuckable.  Derek almost panted.  His chest expanded.

Scott: << Derek, you're hot for Trent? >>

Derek: <+ Assent.  Lust! +>

Scott: << You're amazing!  You want to fuck Trent?  I wouldn't believe
it. >>

Derek: << Sure do. >>

Scott: << Down boy! >>

Derek: << Don't worry.  He'll keep.  I like him! >>

Scott: << You're incredible! >>

Scott was not at all troubled about Derek's attraction to Trent.  He
had never considered Trent as sexually attractive.  He knew that Derek
had many sex partners.  He had already met two of them, Hal and Lou.
He knew about Albert also.  Derek was his reincarnation.  Scott had
two for the price of one.

Derek smiled at Trent, who smiled cheerfully back.

Scott performed the introductions.

"Wow, Scott, that Long Phat Kok stuff has sure stacked the muscle on
you," declared Corey.  "You're fucking huge!"

"Yup," said Scott.

He did a spectacular double biceps pose that made his former
classmates' eyes pop with admiration.  His muscles bulged hugely.  He
grinned as he soaked up their veneration.

Trent looked at Derek hopefully.

"Do you reckon you could give us some of that Long Phat Kok stuff
too?" he asked.

Derek smiled and shook his head.

"I'd be going broke quick smart if I had to buy it and give it to you
guys," he replied.  "It's really expensive."

"Aw," said Corey.

Scott relaxed his pose.  His huge muscular and veiny arms hung wide
each side of his mighty torso.  He looked at Corey with a smile.

"Hey, party man, you got another hangover?" he asked.

"No," replied Corey.

"What's with the sunglasses then?"

"They look cool."

"Yeah, sure," laughed Scott.  "I reckon you've got a hangover."

Trent and Spider grinned.  They knew that Scott was right.  Scott
enjoyed being a telepath.  He was far too big for Corey to argue with.
And Corey did not feel like an argument.

"Hey, Scott, thanks for making a place for me on the school rugby
team," said Trent.

"No worries," replied Scott.  "I won't say it was a pleasure getting
banned from rugby and booted out of school.  Though it was a pleasure
punching Cynthia McBride in the face."

The others laughed.

"Best thing you ever did," declared Corey.

"What are you doing now?" asked Trent.

"Working for the man," replied Scott.

"Your old man?"

"Yep.  Digging ditches and holes and lifting concrete stuff and
bending pipes and all that shit."

"Lots of heavy lifting by the looks of it," commented Corey.  "Doesn't
look like it's done you any harm.  Jesus, your muscles are huge."

Spider went over to Scott and ran his hands over Scott's huge veiny
arms bulging with muscle.

"Geez, mate, you're absolutely fucking awesome," he breathed in
admiration.

Scott relished his worship.  Trent went over too and joined Spider in
his worship of Scott's magnificent physique.

Scott flexed his huge arms once more.  They were networked with veins.
His gigantic biceps bulged spectacularly.  Spider and Trent ran their
hands over his arms excitedly.  They revelled in the feel of Scott's
mighty rock hard muscles.

Spider ran his hand appreciatively over the massive thick rounded
plates of Scott's bulky pectoral muscles.  His hand continued down as
he felt the mountain range of Scott's cobblestone abdomen.  Scott's
muscle-packed waist looked small compared to his gargantuan chest
bulging with muscle.

"Oh wow!  Killer abs," he breathed excitedly.

Trent joined Spider in feeling the magnificent musculature of Scott's
torso.  They revelled in running their hands over Scott's thin silky
smooth skin stretched taut over the huge hard muscles.  Scott put his
hands on their shoulders and held them both close against his chest.
They loved being surrounded by his enormous muscles.  They rubbed
their bare chests and abdomens against Scott's huge hard muscular
body.  Their shorts bulged out with their rapidly stiffening
erections.

Scott revelled in their attentions.  He loved them feeling him up.
The power bulge in the front of his brief shorts became even bigger.
He stroked their backs.

"Jesus, Scott, I'd sell my arse to get muscles like yours," sighed
Spider.

"Argh!  You bloody poof," sneered Corey who stood apart watching the
muscle worship.

"Fuck off!" snapped Spider.

"No, he's not a poof," said Scott looking Corey directly in the eye.
"He's just saying he wants to get really big like me."

"Nah!  Only a poof would say something like that."

"Bullshit!  You sound like my blond brother Robbie.  He's always
calling people poofters for no bloody reason at all."

Trent ran his hands over Scott's abdomen.  He delighted in feeling the
huge hard mounds of muscle that made up Scott's spectacular eight-
pack.

"Heard you gave your brother a black eye," he said looking up at
Scott's face.

"Yep," answered Scott.  "He called me a poofter and took a swing at me
as well so I smacked him one in the eye."

"Heard he had to have stitches put in."

"Yeah, like about five."

"Shit!  Five!"

"Yeah.  My cousin put them in.  She's the plastic surgeon.  She likes
to do a real neat and proper job.  You should have seen him after-
wards.  Five neat small stitches.  It's a real lady's job.  You won't
see a scar though when they come out."

"Wow!"

"He's a bloody loony to pick a fight with you," said Spider.

"No.  Just pissed as a newt," replied Scott.

They laughed.

Corey looked at his shopping trolley full of soft drink bottles and
packets of chips, Cheezels and nuts, then over at Spider and Trent
feeling up Scott.

"Sorry to break up the love-in, guys," he said sarcastically.  "But
are we going to have this Christmas party or not?"

"You jealous?" asked Trent with a grin.

"Nah!  I just want to get to the pub tonight before it closes.  We
really do need to get some booze.  Unless you guys want a dry show.
And I would really appreciate some help setting up."

Trent and Spider separated reluctantly from Scott.  They felt
embarrassed.  Their erections tented out the fronts of their loose
shorts.  They tried unsuccessfully to hide them.

People looked, compounding their embarrassment.

"Try thinking about fucking your grandmother," suggested Derek
quietly.  "That often stops the pressure."

"God!  Look at you two poofs cracking a fat over Scottie," exclaimed
Corey loudly.

Scott looked Corey directly in the eye.  "For goodness sake, Corey,
you sound so bloody boring," he said.  "You sound like my brother when
he's rabbiting on about poofters."

The accusation stung Corey.

"Get fucked," Spider snarled at Corey.

Trent folded his arms across his chest and glared angrily at Corey.

"If you don't fucking want us around helping you set up for your
fucking party, you can fucking well do it on your fucking own," he
growled.

Corey looked at Trent.  He saw the anger in Trent's eyes.  He noted
Trent's strong solid muscular frame and the big powerful muscles on
his thick strong arms.  He started to understand why people were
afraid of Trent.  Trent was like an angry bear.

Corey looked at Spider.  He saw Spider's blue eyes flashing with anger
as they glared at him from under Spider's thick blond thatch.

Derek inserted into Corey's mind the telepathic suggestion that Corey
was about to lose his two closest friends.  The suggestion took hold.
Corey became anxious.

"Jesus, guys, I was only joking," said Corey placatingly.

"Not funny," growled Trent.

"No, not funny," echoed Spider.

"Sorry, guys, I didn't mean it," pleaded Corey.  "No hard feelings?"

Trent relaxed.  "No.  No hard feelings."

Spider followed Trent's lead.

Trent's and Spider's erections had disappeared because of their anger
towards Corey.  Their embarrassment had vanished.  Scott's power bulge
remained however.

"What?  Another party?" Scott asked Corey.

"Yeah!"  Corey was defensive.

"Have fun!" said Scott cheerfully.  "And Merry Christmas to you all!"

The two groups went their separate ways.

Derek and Scott continued on with their shopping.

Derek: << Trent and Spider were hot for you, Scott.  They really loved
your muscles. >>

Scott grinned.  << They sure were. >>

<< A couple of potential recruits possibly. >>

<< OK. >>

<< Corey might prove a hard nut to crack. >>

<< Well I guess we have to get the easy ones first. >>

Derek: << That's right. >>

Scott: << Neat trick you pulled popping that telepathic suggestion
into Corey's mind that he was about to lose his friends. >>

<< Just helping things along.  Didn't you catch the anger of Trent and
Spider?  They were really pissed off with Corey.  They didn't like
being called poofs, especially Spider.  Trent was close to just
walking out on Corey and Corey didn't realise it, at least not until I
helped Corey to realise it.  Spider would have followed Trent and
Corey would have been left standing like a shag on a rock. >>

Scott: << Yeah.  I did notice.  Trent was getting pretty growly back
there.  But he often is.  He's bit of a tough guy.  Trent's never
bothered me though.  I've always been bigger than him. >>

<< Right. >>

<< I think it's funny that you got the hots for him. >>

Derek: << Well, he is very nice.  All hunky and muscly.  I'm a real
muscle fucker.  I love muscles. >>

<< OK.  Down boy. >>

Derek laughed.

Derek: << You know that Spider is really hot for you, Scott? >>

Scott: << I did notice.  He's a bit skinny for my taste. >>

<< I'm sure with plenty of wads of your semen up his arse, he'll
muscle up very nicely.  You heard him say he'll sell his arse to be as
big as you.  You never know.  You could train him up as a superman. >>

Scott: << Yeah.  I suppose.  One day. >>

He grinned.  The thought of fucking lots of young men around town
started to appeal to him.  He was hot and full of muscle.  He knew it.

They continued on around the supermarket.

Scott: << You know you can eat at my place.  I've got tons of food.
Mum and Granny must have had some sort of competition to see how much
food they could cook before they went away because there's heaps more
than I could eat on my own.  I reckon you and a couple of others could
eat every meal at my place and there'd still be stuff left over.  So
don't worry.  You don't need to stock up for yourself. >>

Derek: << Thanks.  You know of course that eating is an optional
luxury with supermen.  You don't have to eat any more now.  Anyhow, I
just don't want my place to be bare.  I've got some friends coming
over in the New Year. >>

<< Who? >>

Derek supplied Scott a mental picture of people who were interested in
joining him at Valley Road.  People like Fox and his street kid
friends, Louis, and possibly Big Dick, Kevin, Peter and Wolf and a few
others.  Plans were still unformed however.  Scott was intrigued how
Derek remained connected up telepathically with his network of
friends.  They were all telepathically aware of Scott.  They liked
him.  Derek assured Scott that Scott would be doing the same sort of
thing himself soon.  He too would be part of the telepathic network.

Scott: << How long will it be before I can do all the things that you
can do?  How long before I can have all the super powers that you
have? >>

Derek: << As soon as you can learn how.  When I've taught you all I
can, then you'll learn from the others. >>

<< Right on. >>  Scott was impressed.  He was eager to learn.

After getting a few more items, Derek decided that he had done enough
shopping.  He and Scott made their way to the front of the
supermarket.

The six checkouts were going at full speed.  The line for the express
checkout was long.  It stretched well back into the body of the
supermarket.

Derek joined the queue at one of the normal checkout lanes.  There
were several people with laden trolleys ahead of them.  However, Maree
was the checkout operator for this lane.  Derek knew that she was
quick and efficient.  Scott knew her as the fat checkout chick.  Derek
wanted to get through quickly and he liked Maree.

Scott observed that Jason 'Jake' Walkley had the job of taking the
customers' shopping out to their vehicles.  Jake was very busy.  He
was really earning his money as he rushed from one customer to
another.  He had recently turned fifteen years old and was the
youngest of the Walkley family who owned Walkley's Farm.  He did not
see Scott watching him.

Scott: << Poor bastard.  He's flat out like a lizard drinking. >>

Derek: << There are quite a few people waiting for him. >>

<< And there's only one of him.  I'll bet he's expected to get the
trolleys in from the car park too. >>

Scott and Derek were joined in the queue by Mrs Wright and Mrs Biggs
who arrived together.  They were two old ladies well known in the
town.  They were both good ladies of St Aidan's Anglican Church and
were friends of Scott's grandmother.  Mrs Wright was one of Scott's
father's favourite customers.  She had the dodgy drains that were
frequently getting blocked up.  She was a widow whose husband had died
years previously.

"Goodness me, Scottie!" exclaimed Mrs Wright.  "My, how you have
grown!  You're absolutely enormous!"

"You have indeed, Scottie!" exclaimed Mrs Biggs.  "You seemed to have
suddenly sprouted in the past few weeks.  I've never seen such big
muscles.  That Long Phat Kok stuff seems to have worked wonders on
you, young man."

She laughed and elbowed Scott in the ribs.

She went on.  "I saw Jim Foreman yesterday at church.  He said you had
grown absolutely huge.  He met you near the police station on Friday
night."

"Word obviously gets around," laughed Scott.

"And Scottie, who is your devilishly handsome and muscular friend?"
asked Mrs Wright.

Scott introduced Derek to the two old ladies.  They were interested to
meet the young man who lived in the old motor garage next to the old
Valley Road Hotel.

"And how is Ronnie Biggs?"  Scott asked Mrs Biggs.

"He's very well, thank you.  He's up at the church office running off
all the pew sheets for the Christmas Day service tomorrow on the new
laser printer and microcomputer.  He's having such fun playing with
it.  Will we see you at church tomorrow, Scottie?  And what about your
handsome friend?"

"Well, maybe," replied Scott.

Both the old ladies looked at Derek admiringly.  He smiled back.  His
glorious looks made their hearts beat faster.

"It would be nice to see you both," said Mrs Wright.

"It's a definite maybe," said Scott.

"Oh, I understand," said Mrs Biggs.  "You young fellows always have
something better to do than go to church."

"Maybe," said Scott with a smile.

"Ronnie said he saw you a few weeks ago with that man you'd caught
trying to break into the old motor garage on Valley Road.  You'd tied
him tightly up with cable ties and slung him into the back of your
ute.  He was swearing like a trooper.  Such terrible language I hear.
Ronnie was with Mrs Hamilton-Forbes at the time and she was quite
discombobulated.  Must be hard for her to be the country parson's
wife.  Ronnie and I had a good laugh about it afterwards."

"It's nothing compared to what he yelled at Mrs Myrtle McBride that
day," said Scott with a laugh.  "It was pretty horrible.  She was
really putrid over it.  She and Mr McBride even went and complained to
Dad."

"I do hope he didn't do anything," said Mrs Wright.  "I cannot help
but wonder whether that woman asks for it."

"I agree.  She certainly does ask for it, what with all her airs and
graces," declared Mrs Biggs.

"And no, Dad didn't do anything about it," said Scott.

"Good!  I'm glad to hear it," stated Mrs Biggs.  "Your father is a
fair-minded man."

Mrs Wright looked at Scott thoughtfully.

"You know, Scottie," she said.  "You really do remind me of your late
grandfather Robbie Reeves.  He was a big strong muscular man and he
was a handsome fellow, just like you.  You bear quite a strong
resemblance to him these days, particularly now that you're so
strongly built yourself."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," said Mrs Biggs.  "Scottie, I think
you look more like your late Uncle Matthew.  Now he really was a
handsome devil and as strong as a horse.  He had big muscles too.  He
was always up to some sort of mischief.  He was a real rascal but I
think it was a such a shame he got killed in Vietnam."

"No, I think Scottie looks more like his grandfather," declared Mrs
Wright.

Scott smiled as the two old ladies argued.

Mrs Wright looked at Scott.

"Goodness me!" she exclaimed.  "Your smile reminds me so much of your
other grandfather, the Reverend John Houston.  He was such a lovely,
warm and friendly man.  You have a very similar smile to his.  He was
such a good priest when he was here at St Aidan's.  He was a real
human being, one of Nature's gentlemen.  We do miss him still."

Scott kept smiling.

"And how is John Houston?" asked Mrs Biggs.

"He's well and living up in Queensland," replied Scott.

"He's retired of course?  Is he living with that aunt of yours?"

"Yes, he's still retired and enjoys a game of golf.  No, he's not
living with Aunt Rosalind and Uncle Graham.  He and Grandma live in a
house about a kilometre or half a mile from theirs in Noosa."

The queue inched forward as the two old ladies discussed whom Scott
resembled more.  Derek watched with interest.  He gave Scott
telepathic cues to stir the conversation along.

"Will you women stop chattering and let us get a move on?"  That came
from a man standing immediately behind the group.

They all turned and looked at him.  He was a thin intense man of
average height.  He had steel-rimmed glasses, light brown hair going
grey and a neatly trimmed light brown and grey beard.  He was pushing
a shopping trolley full of groceries.

The old ladies were open-mouthed in surprise.  Derek immediately
turned into the man's mind telepathically.

Scott's bright blue eyes glared at the man from under his thick mass
of black curly hair.  Deliberately he flexed his mighty arm and let
the man see his enormous biceps curling up into a mighty rock-hard
mass of muscle.

The man looked fearfully at the huge muscleman.

"I'm sorry, sir.  I didn't mean you," he said.

"Well just whom did you mean?" demanded Mrs Wright.

"Yes, who did you mean?" asked Mrs Biggs sternly.

The man faltered under the weight of three hostile glares.

"You'd better go easy on him," said Derek amiably.  "He's obviously
stressed out of his brain."

He looked at the man.  "Let me guess," he said.  "You've got the in-
laws coming to your place for Christmas tomorrow."

The man looked at Derek with surprise.

"How did you know?" he asked weakly.

"It is obvious to me you're highly stressed," replied Derek.  "What is
the most common cause of stress at Christmas time?  The in-laws coming
around."

"Yes, well, I guess you're right.  They are coming around tomorrow to
spend Christmas with us.  They're not easy people to get on with."

Derek caught images in the man's mind of the man's wife's parents
thinking that he was not really good enough for his daughter.  They
were wealthy.  They were driving up from Melbourne.  They considered
that the man and his family were rather common.

"What a shame," said Mrs Wright sympathetically.  "That never happens
in my family.  We all gather together in my house for Christmas, all
my children, their wives and husbands and all my grandchildren and
even my three little great-grandchildren.  We all have such a good
time together.  Everyone gets on famously."

Derek sent Scott a string of telepathic cue cards.

"The reason for that, Mrs Wright," said Scott, "is that you take pains
to make everyone in your extended family feel welcome, that they
really are members of the family.  You make sure that no one is left
out."

Mrs Wright blinked in surprise.  Scott was showing a most unusual
degree of sensitivity, especially for a teenager.  She considered that
Derek was a very astute and sensitive young man despite his mighty
muscles and extraordinary good looks.  Some of that must have rubbed
off on Scott, which was all to the good.

"That's what Dad and Mum say," continued Scott.

"Yes, well, I suppose you're right," said Mrs Wright thoughtfully.

The man was silent.  He wished that his family were like Mrs Wright's
family.  His in-laws simply did not speak to his parents.  They were
far too snobbish.  His parents lived in Cobar and his father was a
retired miner.  His wife was an only child.  He and his wife were
public servants working in Canberra.  They had no children.

"Never mind," Derek said to the man cheerfully.  "We are moving.
Maree is a slick chick and she's going as fast as she can.  She's
really good.  She'll get to us soon enough.  We can't hurry things up
any more."

Maree heard Derek.  She looked up and smiled at him.  She thought he
was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.  And there he was.  He
was not wearing any sort of top, just a pair of shorts.  His
marvellous muscles were full display.  He was awesome.  She forced
herself to keep her mind on the job.  Derek was the next customer
after the one she was serving now.  Scott Reeves was with him.  Scott
had turned into a stunning gorgeous super hunk too.  Wow!  But on with
the work.

The customer before Derek and Scott was finished.  She departed.

Derek put all the contents of the shopping trolley on the counter.
Maree smiled at him and Scott.  She admired the two beautiful
musclemen who graced her presence.  Derek chatted to her happily while
she put his purchases through the checkout.

Scott had seen Jason 'Jake' Walkley running from one customer to
another taking their trolley loads of shopping out to their vehicles
in the car park.  Scott offered to take the shopping of Mrs Wright and
Mrs Biggs out to their cars.  They gratefully accepted.

Scott waited outside the checkout for Derek as he talked to the two
old ladies.  Jake Walkley saw him and came up to him.  He recognised
him straight away.

"Shit Scott!  You're huge!" he exclaimed.  "You're bloody enormous!"

The two old ladies laughed.

Jake stood in front of Scott drinking in his great big muscles.  Shyly
he came up closer and ran his hand over Scott's mighty arm.  Scott
obligingly flexed it.  Jake revelled in seeing and feeling the huge
hard bulge of muscle growing under his hand.  Scott's biceps muscle
was enormous.  It was the size of a bowling ball and as hard.  Jake
was wonderstruck.

"Wow!  You're amazing, Scott," he breathed.  "I never seen such big
muscles."

He was beside himself with admiration.

"Got any more of that Long Phat Kok stuff?" he asked hopefully.  "It
must be incredible stuff.  You're just so big it's incredible."

"Jake!  There are customers waiting."  Marilyn's sharp voice cut
across his thoughts.  She was the chief checkout operator.

"Sorry!  Gotta go," muttered Jake.

"No worries," said Scott.

He smiled as Jake scurried off to the next waiting customer.

"Poor kid," he thought.  "They're really making him work for his
money."

Derek picked it up.  He agreed.

He finished at the checkout and took his leave of Maree.  She was all
smiles.

Derek took his shopping in the trolley out of the supermarket and over
to Scott's utility.  It was still in the shade.  He put the shopping
into the back of the utility and refastened the tonneau cover.  He put
the trolley in the pickup bay.  He then joined Scott in helping the
two old ladies put their shopping away in their cars.

That done, they returned to Scott's utility and got in.  Scott
reversed out of the park and drove up High Street back towards Valley
Road.

Scott: << It looks like everybody knows about me using the Long Phat
Kok muscle building formula.  They all keep asking me about it.  Word
certainly gets around. >>

Derek: << It's a small town.  It's a bit like Cave Bear getting fucked
up the arse by the Walkleys' jack donkey.  It's a good story. >>

<< Thanks a lot, mate. >> <+ Heavy sarcasm and irritation. +>

<< Look, everyone knows about it.  People obviously have been talking.
You've just got to wear it like poor old Cave Bear has to.  But
there's nothing poor about you, Scott.  You're the envy of heaps of
people.  They all admire your huge muscles.  Lots of people want to
cop a feel of you.  And you love it.  You love people feeling you up
with your enormous muscles.  I know you do.  Shit mate, you're
absolutely fucking glorious.  You're one great big beautiful gorgeous
magnificent super hunk with great big huge glorious magnificent super
muscles.  The Long Phat Kok stuff provides an excellent explanation of
how you got so huge.  Let them think that.  No one need know that
we're superhuman.  You're a superman now.  And you look like a
superman.  You've got the biggest muscles anyone in this town has ever
seen.  You're just fucking fantastic.  You're a muscle fucker's wet
dream and I fucking love you heaps. >>

Derek grinned at him.  He affectionately put his arm on Scott's
shoulder.  He loved the feel of Scott's massive muscles.  He loved
Scott.

Scott turned and smiled at him.

By this time they were driving along Valley Road.

"I love you too, Derek," said Scott very deliberately.

He put his hand on Derek's thigh.  He appreciated the mass of solid
muscle under his hand.  Derek put his hand around Scott's thick neck.
He massaged it affectionately.  Scott put his head back and growled
with pleasure.  They could feel the love flowing between them.

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