Hercules was 22 when he decided to leave home. He was told all his life by his father Zeus that he was the strongest being alive. He proved this to his father over and over again in his village by showing incredible feats of strength and competing against fellow villagers. Now he wanted to find out if he truly was the most powerful and massive man alive. He planned to travel the world and let everyone know his name stood for muscle and power. He had begun to add more and more muscle to his frame since he was 16 years old. By now the wavy brown haired brown eyed man stood 6'2" and weighed a ripped 380 pounds. His heavily veined 27" biceps looked like 2 giant hams hanging from his broad shoulders, shoulders that measured 48" across from delt to delt. His 72" chest jetted out like 2 thick slabs of concrete. They were powerfully rounded and had a valley in-between them so deep that you could tuck your entire hand in it sideways and lose it. His 40" quads showed huge separate muscles that formed a teardrop that you could hold in two hands. The powerful pillars were immovable and easily supported his 380 pound frame with pride. There was a 10 pack of cobblestone abs that made up his 34" waist. They could take the blow on an oncoming ram. His club like 21" forearms were powerful enough to arm wrestle 10 men at once and come out on top. He was a massive tower of demigod muscle mass.

Hercules loved wrestling and fighting and most of all, dominating his opponents. He had 100s of matches and never came close to defeat. He stood in triumph over ever man in his village 3 times over. He was going to make sure that he was the most powerful man on the face of the earth. He wanted to go to every town he could and take on their biggest, strongest man. He would leave them in defeat and go on to the next town or village and do the same. His name would be known more then for it's massive size and strength, but it would be known also for the fear and terror he spread along with it. The power hungry man take what he wanted. Enter homes by force and east and sleep there. He practiced fighting by punching prize bulls, usually killing them with one blow. His ego was now the only thing bigger then his muscles.

Hercules was been to several towns and as expected, defeated each opponent easily. He was getting bored with the one sided victories and decided that the next town he came to, he was going to torture his opponent mercilessly. He was going to destroy him so he never was able to wrestle again. He needed something to test his power. He needed to unleash the monster in him. He was going to injure this man like no one had ever been injured before.

Hercules' bearhug was his signature move. When he wrapped his mammoth 27" arms around an opponent and started to crush his bicep peaks into the man's rib cage, it was as if he were paralyzing him. His opponent's chest was literally being caved in by Hercules' bulging domes of steel that he called pecs. He loved to look into his victim's terrified eyes as they fogged over and closed. Word spread quickly about how devastating the hold was and to stay away from this muscle bound mad man. But unfortunately for a young muscular man named Titus, he had not heard the stories.

The next day, Hercules arrived in Corinth and immediately set out to find the man that he would crush….destroy…..dominate. It didn't take him long before he found out that Titus was the man he was looking for. Titus had dome quite a bit of wrestling of his own and at 29 years old, his physique had matured nicely. He was 5' 10" and 240# of muscle. He easily was able to get the "normal" sized men to submit to him. His 240# would be no match for Hercules' 380#, however. Hercules found Titus relaxing near the town lake and Hercules immediately challenged him to meet him that night for a match of power and to find out if Hercules could defeat him and claim to be the most powerful man on earth. There was no way Titus could back down from such a challenge as he had always been thought of as the strongest and biggest man around. He accepted Hercules' challenge and they agreed to meet in several hours for a match.

Titus had not heard anything about Hercules' favorite hold, the bearhug. He was taken back by his 380 pound body but wasn't intimidated to easily. In the hours that lead up to the match, Hercules made contact with his father, Zeus, who had the power to alter his physical body…..making his muscles grow even bigger or making him more powerful. Zeus had a very sadistic streak and loved watching his son Hercules destroy his opponents and then, humiliating them. The power of his massive son actually turned the God on very much. Zeus and Hercules talked about what he wanted to do in this match tonight. Zeus stood in front of Hercules and told him to bring his massive arms up in a double bicep pose. Hercules rose the thick heavily muscled limb up and slowly flexed it. It was as though a mountain was rising out of the mass of relaxed muscle. The triple peaked mass of powerful muscle exploded into it's 27" of twisted steel. Zeus began rubbing an ointment on the biceps and triceps that penetrated the layers of muscle and caused them to lose every ounce of body fat and turned them into pliable stone-like material. His arms were like steel cables. A man walked by the window and Zeus asked him to step inside. He did as Zeus requested and without saying a word, Hercules knew why Zeus had asked him to come inside. Hercules ripped the man's shirt off so his bare chest was revealed and slipped his 27" arms around the man's ribs and began to flex his massive body. Hercules' muscles began to engulf the helpless man's body as the cable-like muscles dug deeper into the man's ribs. Instantly, his helpless victim began to scream from the mind-boggling pain that tore through his body as Hercules continued to crush his biceps peaks into the man's ribs. Zeus looked on approvingly and nodded for Hercules to continue the torture. Hercules did so willingly. He picked the man off his feet and spread his huge, wide lats around the smaller man's chest as he continued to crush him…..shaking him from side-to-side and crushing him deeper into his massively pumped up body. The man's screams of agony could be heard forever as Hercules dug still deeper into his ribs with his massively muscular arms. Zeus was satisfied with the damage Hercules had inflicted on his impromptu victim and told him to drop him. Zeus knew that the ointment he spread on his arms was working just as he had thought it would.

Hercules and Zeus found a spot on the edge of town to hide away and Hercules stripped down, showing his massive nude physique off to Zeus, who began rubbing layers of his growth ointment into the already mind-boggling huge muscles of Hercules. Hercules loved showing off his massive body, especially to his father Zeus, who he knew got into how huge he was. Zeus couldn't get enough of Herc's freaky size and was always thinking up new ways to make Hercules even more massive and powerful. Zeus continued to rub the ointment into Hercules' body, making sure every inch was covered with it. He didn't miss an inch, not even Herc's huge, thick cock. It was larger and thicker than any man's, but Zeus wanted to make sure that it was massive beyond belief…..he had seen Hercules use it as a dangerous weapon too. After the ointment covered the muscle bound man Zeus said to him that this process will make him as muscular and powerful as his powers will allow. He was about to take his son to the furthest point of manhood and strength as he possibly could. To activate the ointment Zeus got on his knees and took in Hercules already huge cock into his mouth and gave him the most incredible blow job the demigod has ever received. This activated the growth process. Hercules moaned in pleasure as he felt power rush through his veins like he's never felt before. Hercules felt his already massive pecs get thicker and jetted out ever further and wider. His back spread, his quads grew and his biceps swelled. As long as Hercules didn't cum, this process would continue. This was a one shot deal so to speak. It could never be repeated and Hercules knew the rules. He tried to hold off but for every inch of added muscle, ever ounce of increased strength the incredible feeling in his huge cock grew. Zeus sucked on the tool that could hardly be contained in his God like mouth. Zeus felt Hercules cock growing, his mouth was pushed off the thick tube and he continued to work the huge mushroom head of his muscle bound boy. This was too much for ever Hercules. He couldn't hold back. His cock exploded like it's never done before. Thick heavy white cum shot outward, covering Zeus and shooting over his shoulder a good 20 feet. This lasted several minutes. When Hercules stopped Zeus looked up. His son was beyond massive. Hercules feet sunk slightly into the earth because of his dense new weight of his muscles. His size eclipsed the sun as Zeus stood up next to him, cleaning himself off. He looked over his son's new massive body and smiled with pride. When Zeus was satisfied that Hercules was as massive and pumped up as possible, they left to find Titus and to have the match Zeus had been anticipating.