Old Valley Road Hotel

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---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------

Chapter 4 part 5.

------------------------------------ Part 31: Yang ------------------------------------

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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