m/m Hercules, Hercu-less (Part 3/Conclusion added on 11/13/21)

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Almost everyone in Morningstar, Colorado, knew Nick and Sophia Jones. For starters, it was not a very big town – only about 2,000 people lived there. But mostly they were known for running a popular restaurant: the Olympia Café. Both Nick and Sophia were 100% Greek, so don’t let the last name fool you: it used to be Ioneus, but Nick’s grandfather changed it to Jones to better fit in after he emigrated to the US back in the 1920s.

The food served at the café was also 100% Greek – authentic recipes handed down from Sophia’s grandmother to her mother and then to her. The meals were tasty, the portions were generous, and the prices were affordable – and to top it all off, Nick and Sophia were incredibly hospitable and did everything possible to ensure their guests had a memorable dining experience. Both restaurateurs were also known for their support of the community, and they were always ready to host a benefit or cater an event for any local cause.

Nick and Sophia’s eldest child, their daughter Athena, inherited their incredible kindness and always did her best to help others. Now 30 years old, Athena ran a successful public relations firm in nearby Denver and was constantly doing pro bono work to assist those in need. She also served on the board of several charitable organizations, and of course, made frequent trips back to Morningstar to visit her family.

The other child, Hercules, was two years younger than Athena and was given all the same love and attention she received from her parents, but instead of possessing a giver’s heart and wanting to bring kindness to the world, Hercules instead was cursed with something that no other member of the Jones family had: a massive ego. He only truly loved himself, and he only spent time on activities which benefitted him.

Hercules did receive two things from his parents, however – the first was a strong Greek profile, with his dark wavy hair, thick beard and mustache, and olive skin. If you saw him walking down the street, you would be 100% confident in his ethnicity and heritage. And second, both his mother and father were above-average in size, and they passed those genetics onto him. Hercules stood 6’4” tall and weighed 180 pounds when he graduated from high school a decade earlier, but thanks to rigorous weight training at the local gym, he had buffed up to 280 well-sculpted pounds and now resembled the demigod he was named after. He loved pumping up his muscles and growing his physique, and he was hoping to get up to 300 pounds before he turned 30 in two years. One look at him, even covered up in a coat or bulky sweater, and you knew you were looking at a stud.

What did he want to do with his amazing body? Teach others how to get in shape? Nope. Become a famous powerlifter or bodybuilder? Nope. Get work as an actor or model? Nope. All Hercules wanted to do was use his muscles to demonstrate his superiority over other men AND get women to sleep with him. Both of those activities thrilled him as much as weightlifting, and with the generous allowance he received from his parents, he didn’t need to waste time on a job or do anything he considered to be frivolous.

As a result, Hercules ended up spending most of his time at the town fitness facility, Morningstar Muscle, where he could lift weights, make fun of weaklings, and flirt with hot women whom he could take home and fuck. The gym was, at least for him, the perfect second home. The owner of the gym, a big-bellied ex-jock who was a good friend of the Jones family and received free food at the café, looked the other way at what he considered Herc’s relatively harmless frat-boy activities.

The other members of Morningstar Muscle also didn’t do anything to stop him. The women who hadn’t been with him yet of course assumed they could eventually change his bad boy ways once they slept with him (they couldn’t), and the women who had been seduced and tossed aside were hopelessly devoted to the idea that the big man (and yes, he was big all over) might pick them again in the future (he would not), so they continued to flirt and do anything he wanted (“Baby, go get me another protein shake. Daddy needs a boost.”). The men did their best to give Hercules a wide berth so they didn’t become targets of harassment, and so the bad behavior of the Greedy Greek went unabated for a long time.

But things finally began to change one August afternoon. It was 92 degrees outside, and the gym’s air-conditioning was struggling to keep the weight room cool. Hercules was there, as usual, and decided to work out shirtless due to the sweltering conditions, plus he figured it would also help him better attract some new lady friends for the evening. He was right about that – Herc possessed an amazing upper body, and everyone around stared as the sweat cascaded down from his massive pecs into the crevices between his well-defined ab muscles. He peacocked around the equipment to make sure that nobody missed out on the glory that was his physique.

The big man had just finished up a set of bench presses – he was getting close to pushing his personal best to 500 pounds – when a voice spoke to him from behind. “Excuse me, can you please clean up the bench?”

Herc turned to see who had spoken. It was a smaller man – well, everyone was small compared to him – but this guy was particularly tiny. He was no taller than 5’2” or 5’3” and couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds. “What are you talking about, shrimp?” he asked.

The man repeated his request: “Can you please clean up the bench?” He then pointed to where Hercules had just been laying, and indeed a layer of sweat from his back had pooled there.

Hercules laughed. “What are you, the fuckin’ sweat police?”

The smaller man then pointed to a sign on the nearby wall that read: All Members Must Clean Equipment After Use. “It’s just common courtesy,” he added.

“Well, nothing about me is common, dipshit. If you’re such a baby that you can’t deal with a little sweat, maybe you should work out at home?”

“Really, name-calling?” said the man. He was a new member named Tanner Cross, who had just moved to town a few weeks earlier and didn’t know Herc’s nasty reputation. “Wouldn’t your time be better spent following the rules?”

Hercules had had enough by this point; not only was the little man interrupting his pump, but he was also way too confident for his size. “Listen up, fuckstain, I don’t know who you think you are, but let me tell you who I am. The name’s Hercules Jones, and I do whatever the fuck I want to do, or don’t want to do, in this town. I don’t give a shit that the bench has some sweat on it, and there’s no fuckin’ way I’ll be cleaning it up. That is fucking woman’s work, and I ain’t no fucking girl, got it?”

Tanner was shocked at the outburst. He was about to apologize, but Hercules didn’t give him a chance to respond. The bodybuilder placed his big hands under Tanner’s armpits, picked him up, and shoved him hard against the wall where the “Clean Equipment” sign was posted.

“Anyway, why the fuck are you so interested in my sweat, pervert? Let me guess, you think I’m hot and you’d you want a taste, right? You want to lick my body all over, huh?”

“Please…put me down!” said Tanner as he tried to wriggle free of Herc’s grip, but he was unable to do so.

“Look at the little man now. Too weak to get away. Maybe you *should* lick up some of my sweat – I bet it’s full of protein and could help you grow some much-needed muscle. Would you like that, wimp? To have big muscles like mine? To have 20-inch arms and be able to lift anything in your way? To be able to do anything you fuckin’ want because everyone is either too turned on or too scared to stop you? Look, I got a bunch of sweat right here on my chest…right there on my big ol’ pec, just dipping down. You can just slurp it right up. Go ahead, lick my nipple, boy.”

Tanner continued to struggle but was making no headway. Hercules laughed again and took his right hand off his target. He then swirled his index finger across his pecs until it was wet with his perspiration. “Jesus, you can’t even get free when I hold you with one hand. But that’s OK, baby, ‘cause I got some muscle sweat for you to gobble down.

Hercules pressed his sweaty finger against Tanner’s lips, and the smaller man did his best to look disgusted. But deep down, he was turned on, and thankfully his somewhat loose pair of sweatpants hid his erection (granted, it was only 4 inches long when hard, so it’s not like there was much to see). Tanner had moved to town a few months for a new job, and he figured his new life in a new place would be the perfect opportunity to pursue his secret desire: to finally put on some real muscle. He had always been the smallest and weakest guy wherever he went, and his masturbatory fantasies involved himself growing huge muscles like Hercules. Sure the man was a bully, but it was difficult to ignore his super sexy brawn and the swagger that accompanied it. Tanner tried not to stare, but Herc’s massive left arm was only inches from his face, and it was bigger than any he had ever seen before. He would give anything – his money, his brains, his eventual firstborn – to have that kind of raw power. He realized at that moment just how badly he craved muscle for himself, and he was more determined than ever to get it.

After a few seconds of trying to get the little man to suck his finger, Hercules gave up, released his grip, and let his victim slump to the floor. “Fuckin’ pussy! Stay out of my way from now on, or you’ll really regret it.”

Tanner looked up and watched Hercules walk away, all the while licking the sweat the big man had rubbed on his lips. As he stared at the Herc’s juicy ass bouncing up and down in the tight gym shorts, his cock couldn’t take it anymore and spewed forth a stream of cum inside his own shorts.

     

[BaraLover123]

Nice begining, I'd love to see what will happen to Herc. Very hot title too

[Mguy]

It is a very hot story.   This guy writes some hot muscle growth stories that you won't be disappointed with.

[arpeejay]

Excellent start. Looking forward to tables turned. Hercu-more, please!

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Part 2

 

Tanner was shaken by his encounter with Hercules. “How is this type of behavior allowed?” he wondered.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Another member came over right after the incident and helped him up off the floor. “You OK?” asked the stranger.

Looking up, Tanner smiled at the man – he was tall and cute, with a kind smile. He had short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a bit of scruff on his chin. He was also skinny like Tanner, but several inches taller.

“Yeah, I guess so. My name’s Tanner.”

“Jackson. The man you had the pleasure of just meeting was Hercules Jones. And I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”

“Thank you, Jackson. I think I’ll find the manager and report what happened,” replied Tanner.

Jackson sighed. “It won’t do any good, sadly. The guy who runs the place is a friend of Herc’s parents, and he always thinks it’s the victims who are at fault for whatever happens – we either got in his way, or did something to piss him off. The big man has free reign to do as he pleases here.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” said Tanner. “Why does everyone still work out here?”

“It’s the only fitness facility in town. You either lift here or spend a fortune to buy equipment for your home. C’mon, let’s head over to the juice bar and I’ll give you the full story.”

Tanner smiled and accepted the offer. As they headed away from the free weight room where Hercules was holding court, Jackson filled Tanner in on the Jones’ family and how everyone loved the parents and sister so much that they all tried to ignore what an asshole the son was.

“I take it you’ve been his target a few times, too?” asked Tanner.

“Most definitely. What’s the best way to say this – I’m very, very attracted to big guys. I’ve never wanted to be one myself, but I do love to be with one. I think Hercules can sense that vulnerability – he knows when you are so hot for him that you will keep taking the abuse no matter how bad it gets.”

The two men continued talking, with Jackson sharing more stories, after they received their smoothies. The more Tanner learned about how bad things were, the more he wanted to do something about it – especially to protect someone like Jackson, who he was instantly drawn to.

He continued to think about long after he went home that evening, and even when he went to bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he would be different if he had a body like Hercules.

Around 2:00 in the morning. Tanner started to have a dream – one in which he possessed the body of a Greek god. Instead of small and weak, he was tall and strong – easily 6’5” and 300 pounds of sexy, beefy muscle. He had deeply tanned skin stretched tight over enormous arms, chest, and legs. He even had enormous hair – the mousy ‘do he normally wore had been replaced with a lion’s mane of dark curls. Tanner took the time to explore his body in the dream, running his rough hands over his big muscles and his tight abs, firm glutes, and newly massive penis.

In the dream, Tanner thought about Jackson, and knew he needed to pay his friend a visit, because Jackson was going to enjoy these changes. He slipped on a pair of blue rugby shorts, which were very tight around his mega-muscle ass and showed off all the contours of his big cock, and he headed out the door.

"Wait until he gets a look at me now," Tanner thought as he marveled how much easier it was to walk with all his new dream muscles. He felt so manly that he decided to break into a jog just to test out his new body.

Any concern that it might get more difficult evaporated within seconds as Tanner discovered that jogging was a piece of cake. His body just seemed to sail down the street as he if were exerting no effort, and his breathing remained steady and even the entire time. It was hot outside, so a little sweat started to trickle down his neck and chest.

Tanner noticed that quite a few people along the sidewalk would stare as he approached – he had given those same looks to other studs in the past, but now people were ogling him. "And why shouldn't they?" he thought. "I'm a superhot muscleman wearing nothing but tennis shoes and am obscenely tight pair of shorts. That's not something that most people see every day."

After a few miles of jogging in his dream, Tanner finally reached Jackson’s home – he didn’t know how he knew where Jackson lived, but somehow his brain led him in the right direction. He knocked on the door, and it opened a few seconds later.

Jackson gasped from the sight. Before him stood a tall, massively muscled specimen who looked like he had stepped right out of a porn video. But instead of being impressed, her seemed nervous.

"Are you here to make fun of me, too?" asked Jackson.

“What? Of course not. It’s me, Tanner. We met earlier today at the gym. I went through a bit of a transformation.”

Jackson’s eyes grew wide. "Wow! I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you. I thought maybe you were a friend of Hercules who he had sent over to torture me.”

Tanner shook his head. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Jackson. I’m here to take care of you.”

“I cannot believe how different you look, Tanner,” replied Jackson. Big pecs, big arms, big everything...you seem like quite the powerhouse!”

“How about you invite me in, and I’ll show you how much power I’ve got?” asked Tanner.

“Most definitely,” said Jackson. He licked his lips and then moved out of the way to let his new friend into his home.

Once they were both in the living room, Tanner flexed his arm to show its incredible size. His bicep grew to its full girth of 24 inches, complete with a thick vein snaking its way across the top. "Look at this muscle, Jackson. Feel how hard it is. Yes, that's it, rub the vein. I can tell you like it. I can tell you are getting excited at its heft and mass. Its powerful enough to lift you with one arm."

Tanner swooped up Jackson and started doing curls with him, and he could see his friend’s face was flush with passion. "My muscles were made to keep you safe. Anyone tries to touch my little man, you let me know, and I will take him out." Tanner continued, "I like you, Jackson, and I’m here to make sure you get anything and everything you want.”

Jackson couldn’t resist any long and rewarded Tanner with a passionate, deep, wet kiss. The two embraced, and then hands were suddenly everywhere. Before long, Tanner carried Jackson into the bedroom and placed him down on his bed.

“How would you like to be pleasured, Jackson?” asked Tanner as he sat down beside his new friend. “What would make your dreams come true?”

“You…you want to know what I want? You’re not just going to do whatever you want?” asked Jackson.

“No way, stud. I want you to pick. You’re so fuckin’ sexy that I’m gonna get turned on no matter what we do.”

Jackson blushed again, as nobody had ever called him sexy before, and he placed his left hand on Tanner’s crotch. "Please, please, please fuck me. I've always wanted a really big man inside me, and it feels like you got a monster erection that’s ready to go.”

Tanner smiled. "It’ll get hard pretty quick with you around Jackson, but yeah, it’s still soft right now."

“You’re fuckin’ kidding? It’s still soft? But it feels so HUGE!"

"Just wait. It gets much bigger," said Tanner. He stood up and took off his rugby shorts to reveal his massive endowment.

"Good Lord!" said Jackson as he took in the sight all the 9-inch flaccid penis.

Tanner bent over, picked up Jackson, and gently laid him down on his stomach. He then crawled on top of Jackson and began kissing the back and sides of his neck. “How does that feel so far, stud?”

All of Jackson’s juices were flowing. “So fucking hot!” he replied.

Tanner continued his kissing, but also began applying lube to one of his large fingers and inserting it into the crack of Jackson’s ass, which he massaged vigorously. After about 30 seconds he added a second finger, and then a third.

“Oh, I’m ready, Tanner. I’m ready for your super cock."

The big man did as he was told and penetrated Jackson with his fat mushroom head. Jackson moaned loudly and instinctively clenched, but nothing could stop Tanner’s rock-hard staff. It was too big and too powerful to be resisted.

Jackson began feeling his first orgasm right away as Tanner applied the full force of his weight, and the smaller man cried out “Fuck me!” so loud he was sure all his neighbors could hear (he was also sure in that moment he really didn’t care).

Tanner began to thrust, forcing every inch of his thick eleven inches into his lover and stretching Jackson’s butthole wider than he though possible. Jackson cried out again after having a second orgasm, and then a third time. And a fourth time. Wave after wave of pleasure spasmed through his entire being, and he felt more pleasure in the next few minutes than he had felt cumulatively in his entire life. He felt warm and safe and loved and protected and about 100 other emotions all at the same time.

Tanner flexed his cock and he pumped Jackson over and over, and soon he too was climaxing. His sperm gushed forth into Jackson, unloading pint after pint of manly seed. Eventually he pulled out and collapsed next to Jackson on the comforter.

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The next morning, Tanner awoke in his own bed after having the most erotic dream of his life. His body was drenched in sweat, and his crotch was covered in dried cum, and he quickly remembered every detail of the very vivid dream he had. Tanner wanted to make that dream a reality – not just having the perfect body, but somehow taking it from Hercules so he couldn’t bother anyone anymore – so he started thinking about what he needed to do to get it.

“I know who I need to call,” he thought. “I bet he can help me get what I want.”

[Ro20316]

Tanner wants to teach Hercules a lesson and i cnat wait to read aout it

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Part 3/Conclusion

Tanner waited until 7:00am, which he felt was an appropriate time for a call, and phone his dad. Fortunately, his father was an early riser and answered on the first ring.

“Dad, listen, you remember grandpa’s friend, Alexander? He was really old and really big – at least 6’4”. He would often come over to grandpa’s house when we visited.”

“Of course,” replied his dad. “I thought Alexander was like 100 years old even when I was growing up. I can’t imagine how old you thought he was.”

“Do you remember how he used to talk about righting imbalances? He would tell all those stories about how he used to ‘help out the little guys.’”

“Of course. He told your aunts and uncles and me the same stories when we were kids. Alexander had a lot of them.”

Tanner continued. “I’m trying to remember the details about one of them…it was about a man who was being tormented by a bully, and instead of taking the abuse, he turned the tables on the bully. Somehow he managed to take the bully’s power…do you remember how it went?”

“Not really. Maybe that was a newer one that he only told you. Why do you want to know?” asked Tanner’s father.

“Um, well, I liked the morale of the story, but I can’t remember the details. I was going to share it with a friend.”

“Well, if you really want to know, Alexander willed a bunch of his journals to your grandpa when he passed away, and they ended up in my storage unit. If he wrote down any of his stories, they’ll probably be in there. Tell you what – I’ll go down and look this afternoon, and if I find anything, I’ll mail it to you. OK?”

Tanner thanked his dad. He remembered Alexander’s story about stealing power from the bully being so detailed and authentic sounding that he had truly believed it as a kid. “Could it have been real? Given how large Alexander was, could the story have actually been about him?” he wondered.

Three days went by and the package from his dad finally arrived. Tanner tore open the box and dumped all the journals out onto his kitchen table – there were 15 of them all together, with small cursive writing on every page. He began flipping through to see if he could find the story right away, but since nothing was labeled or indexed, he ended up reading them from cover to cover. There were so many stories, each bursting with creative detail, that Tanner made a mental note to return and read them all when he wasn’t in such a hurry.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for – the bully story. It told the tale of an office worker, Al, who was the victim of a harassment from a co-worker – a very large and very muscular man named Fred. Al was very good at his job, which made Fred jealous, so Fred did everything in his power to make Al’s life miserable. Fred was constantly pushing Al around (when nobody was looking, of course), knocking him into doors and furniture and making fun of Al’s weak body. Al got tired of the harassment and used an ancient spell he had learned to drain Fred of his muscle and take it for himself – he grew into a 6’4”, 350-pound mega stud and Fred shrank into a complete wimp who immediately left the company where he was no longer the alpha dog.

“Al has to be Alexander,” thought Tanner. “It was a real story about himself, and he only shared it with me because he knew I, as a very shrimpy guy, might need the help someday.”

Tanner re-read the part about the spell, and he memorized it word for word. There were two other conditions to make it work – Tanner would need to touching Hercules in a vulnerable spot, and he would need to get Hercules to agree to the transfer of power. “How am I going to do that?” he said out loud.

He decided to do a little recon at the gym and work with Jackson to figure out all the details. Jackson wasn’t fully convinced it was a good idea, but he went along with the plan because he also knew that someone need to take Hercules down a few notches.

Once everything was set, Tanner gathered up all his courage, drove to Jackson’s house and gathered him up as well, and set forth for the gym.

The time and day they picked was perfect – it was early on Sunday morning, when the rest of world was either sleeping in or getting ready for church and/or brunch, so the gym was not busy at all. Hercules typically had a “date” (i.e., taking some hot chick back to her place after dancing in the clubs) the night before and would want to escape early before she woke up, so he would hit up the gym before going home.

The big man had shown up at his usual time and was pumping huge amounts of iron – and of course showing off to the only two other gym members present. He also ridiculed one of the men for how little he was lifting in comparison to him, and he made the poor man flex his biceps just so he could show how much bigger his were.

After about 45 minutes, around 7:30am, Hercules left for the locker room and Tanner followed him in. Jackson stayed behind in the free weight area to make sure the other men didn’t follow Hercules, but he needn’t worry about that – both were just as tired of the guy as Tanner and Jackson.

Tanner watched silently as Hercules undressed. He didn’t have much to take off – a stringer tank, workout shorts, a jock, and his shoes and socks – so it took less than a minute for him to be completely naked. Every muscle on Herc’s body was pumped and sweaty from his workout, and he looked even bigger than when he had confronted Tanner just a few weeks earlier. Some men don’t look sexier when they take their clothes off, but that was not the case with Hercules. He had enormous deeply cut pecs that overlapped his ribs and shredded abs, and when he moved, they flexed and mounded up to into huge boulders. His arms were huge, masculine, erotic pieces of art that belonged in a museum, and his thighs looked they could rival the thickness and hardness of a pair of sequoias. And right in the center, springing forth from a dark and thick spread of his pubic hair, was he generously endowed penis. It appeared to be at least 7 inches soft – goodness knows how big it could grow – and the sight of it caused Tanner to start walking forward into Herc’s view.

“Well, well, little guy. Sneaking in to get a glimpse of a real man?” asked Hercules as he flexed his meaty biceps.

Tanner did his best to shake off the lust and said what he thought Hercules would want to hear. “Yeah. I just had to see you again. You’re just such a fantasy come to life. I mean, my God, you’re just so perfect.”

Hercules laughed. “You dream about being with a stud like me, squirt? All you little guys want that, right? To jump in the sack and feel my big muscles…explore my huge body with your tongue…suck my enormous cock.”

The smaller man took a step closer. “Oh, wow. What would it take to make that dream come true?”

“I tell everyone I’m strictly a ladies’ man, but for the right price, I’ll do anything. I’d even sleep with a tiny little shithead like you for…well…let’s say 10 grand.”

“I’ve got a counteroffer, Hercules. How bout this…I’ll give you a blowjob right now, and if you don’t agree that it’s the best one of your entire life, I’ll Venmo you 20 grand.”

“You are seriously fucking bad at negotiating, but sure. Give me the BJ. I just have to warn you, though, I’ve had some really good ones.”

Tanner took off his workout clothes, almost as quickly as Hercules had done, and reached his trembling hands forward and put them around the end of Herc’s massive endowment. “I don’t think I’ve felt one as heavy as this before. It must be loaded up with muscle cum. Maybe if I drink it all up, I could grow some big muscles like you, stud.”

“Oh ho, you just don’t want to be around big muscles, but you want some of your own, huh? You want your turn as the alpha dog?” asked Hercules.

“Yes, indeed. Will you give me all this cock, baby, and all your muscle? Will you give me everything that makes you such a fuckin’ stud?” asked Tanner in a breathy voice.

Hercules, thinking that Tanner was speaking metaphorically about giving his all during the blowjob, agreed. “I’ll give you anything you want, little guy, as long as I get the money.”

Tanner hoped that agreement would be enough, so as he held onto Herc’s cock, which he also hoped would count as a “vulnerable area,” he whispered the spell he had memorized from Alexander’s journal.

“What did you say, wimp?” asked Hercules. “Did you get shy all of a sudden?”

Tanner looked up at Hercules. “Just in awe of how perfect your body was.”

“What do you mean, ‘was?’ It’s still perfect and always will be,” replied Hercules. But Tanner didn’t hear the words – a cloud had settled in over his being, and the world outside his existence seemed to fade away. He body started to tingle – first in his skin, but then moving deeper to his bones and muscles – and he smiled knowing that Alexander’s spell was working.

The tingle soon grew stronger, and somehow louder, and much warmer – it was as if Tanner were standing next to a roaring fire, but that fire was inside his body. Had he been able to touch his own skin, he would have pulled his fingers back quickly for fear of being burned. He began to sweat profusely and thought he might pass out.

Before he did, however, Tanner could feel the transformation began to take hold, starting with his dick. He looked down to see if surge forward, almost as if it was getting hard, but this was different. It wasn’t just getting erect, but growing inch by inch with every passing second. The feeling was intensely erotic and incredibly sexual as it blossomed to its new size of 14 inches long and 9 inches around. His balls also inflated to roughly the size of lemons and he could feel his cum churning inside. Everything about it was huge now, and its extreme heft would have normally pulled Tanner to the ground if it weren’t for the other changes going on with his body.

Tanner stood before Hercules naked, which normally would have caused him to be severely embarrassed, but that feeling was something he would no longer have to concern himself with – he was about to get big. Real big. The burning sensation was now causing his muscles to quiver and ripple under his skin, and they began to expand. Tanner’s arms suddenly started taking up more space and they lifted upward and were forced away from his chest. His biceps and triceps looked like they were being inflated with a pump – bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger – until they reached Mt. Olympia size. No more curling with the 5-pound dumbbells – these pythons were ready for a 300-pound barbell to challenge them.

Along with his arms, Tanner’s pecs widened and thickened until they became massive muscle tits with deep cleavage between them, and his back muscles stretched out and pulled his shoulder farther and farther apart. His torso, which one could generously call “wimpy,” was now so huge and powerful it looked like it belonged on a bull. His newly engorged muscle also improved his posture, so he stood up straighter appeared taller than he really was. Down below his chest, Tanner’s abs emerged as his belly felt melted away and a deeply-etched 8 pack soon came into view.

He couldn’t see outside his fog, but Tanner knew he was getting taller and taller as well. His legs were elongating, taking him from his shrimpy 5’2” to a Hercules-sized 6’5”. Pound after pound of dense muscle was also added, forcing them apart as his thighs turned into impenetrable ultra-wide columns of steel. Tanner’s calves beefed up considerably, from barely 12 inches to 25, and his feet grew from their former size 6 to a new-and-improved size 16.

Once his growth began to taper off and the fog began to lift, Tanner looked down to see what his body looked like, and of course his cock immediately began to get hard at the sight of himself. He was big beyond compare – bigger and better-looking than even Hercules had been. Tanner noticed that his arms hung out at wide angles from his sides, forced out by the thickness of his back and his monster pecs. He flexed his left bicep, gazed lovingly at the double-peaked mountain that popped up, and kissed it lovingly. He was 100% fuckin’ hot muscle now.

It was then that he noticed Hercules was still in front of him – but not the one he remembered. While Tanner was turning into a Greek god, Hercules was losing everything he had used to torture others in his orbit. He shrank down from 6’4” to 4’11 – smaller than Tanner used to be, and about the same size when Hercules had been 10 years old. His massive 280-pound frame that had been full of muscle also dwindled away over the last few minutes, becoming tiny and frail. Herc’s feet shrank from a size 15 to a size 5, and his cock shrank down to a 3-inch nub. His thick, manly beard and mustache retreated into his face to reveal a soft chin, and the hair on top of his head dissipated so that only a thin amount remained. There was no evidence of the sexy muscleman left – just a small, scared man who felt shame for the first time in his life.

“What the FUCK did you do to me?” Hercules screamed. He looked down at his emaciated body and grabbed his flaccid penis and genuinely seem freaked out over how small everything now was.

Tanner laughed, and his cock got even harder and more erect at the sound of his much deeper, richer, and more masculine voice. “I told you, Herc. I wanted everything that made you a stud. And you agreed. So I took it.”

“But I thought you were joking! You need to give it back!” Hercules balled his little hands into fists and pounded on Tanner’s abs, but he only succeeded in hurting himself. “Fuck that hurts!”

“It’s all gonna hurt from now on, Hercules,” said Tanner. “All the guys are going to come for you now that you’re a total weakling. All the torment you inflicted will come back your way. You’ve got no muscles to protect you.”

Hercules almost pissed himself at the idea of being stuck as a scrawny wimp. “I got big once, asshole, and I can do it again. I’ll be back to my old self in no time.”

Tanner shook his head, and then began rubbing his mighty chest with his now-huge hands. “Nope. Remember, I took everything about you that made you a stud – and that includes your ability to put on mass. I’m like what…300 pounds, maybe 320 right now…but I’ll use that power to get this body up to 350 or 375 in the next year. But you? Even if you work out every day and take all the supplements you can get your hands on, you’ll maybe add 10 or 20 pounds of muscle in the next decade. And you’re never gonna get taller.”

“You’ve got to give it back!” said Hercules. “You give it back or…or…I’ll call the police!”

Tanner laughed again. “You think they will believe you? Or care? I saw you humiliate Officer Hooper here in the gym last week, so you think he’s not going to be delighted at this turn of events? Face it, wimp – you’re now a pathetic, weak, pile of nothing, and you’re going to stay that way. You’re never going to be strong again, and you probably won’t ever get laid again, so start looking for other ways to fill your time besides hanging out at the gym. I’m going take your clothes now and go work out. You can have my old stuff, as they certainly won’t fit me now that I’m a fuckin’ stallion. I guess we don’t have to call you Hercules anymore either – maybe I’ll tell everyone to call you Hercu-less.”

The new muscleman reached down and put on the tank top his former foe had been wearing, as well the rest of his clothes. He turned to look at himself in the mirror – he looked powerful, and sexy, and overwhelmingly masculine. In addition to the muscles and the height, he had also taken Herc’s good looks, perfect hair, and Greek complexion. “Fuck me, I’m gorgeous,” he said.

“Can you at least give me back my wallet?” ask Hercules. He had dressed in Tanner’s old clothes, which were a few sizes too big for him.

Tanner turned back to the scrawny man, wrapped his brawny fist around Herc’s narrow ribcage, and lifted him up while his back was against the lockers. “I think I’ll keep it. All the protein I’m gonna need will be expensive, and I know you’ve got quite an allowance. Plus I’m gonna spend a fortune in XXXL condoms the next few weeks so I can fuck the daylights out of my boyfriend, so you can pay for those as well. And if for any reason those credit cards get declined, I’m going to come looking for you. And you won’t like me very much then.”

This time Hercules really did wet his pants, so Tanner dropped him to the floor, laughed one more time, and then strode out of the locker room to inform Jackson how everything had worked out.

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Hercules got what he deserved. Noone will help him now.

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I would love to have more of this Love Tanner and Jackson and would love to see what happens to Herculess