It seems ridiculous to have that silly moniker of He-Man, right? A fully dressed, lazy prince of a planet in another dimension turns into a scantly clad barbarian in worn animal fur. Ridiculous. I tool all that off. Save the boots. There are hazardous grounds underneath your feet.

Oh, the chains of pure magic? No one can break those. But I would love to see you try, hybrid of Eternia and Earth.

Utterly ridiculous am I? To your opinion, my friends. He-Man is a character exalted by children. No place in this adult mainstream. But I want him here. I want him to perform the deed I longed many to do many a while; kill Her - WAIT.

I hear his strenuous growls. I hear his grunts as he tenses to break free of my magic; the most powerful magic of all save my brother/husband's. Look at the venous art on his arms and legs that strain to free him of his binds. His chest seemed to be growing. Two bulged shields make up his pectorals. His rib cage are full of heaps of veined power also growing and struggling.

I cannot even see his head as his torso and hips highlight the awesome strength within this man. He happens to be as powerful as my hated enemy. That is why he will make the perfect weapon against the accursed wretch. Oh, his phallus, like a satyr's is equally humongous to match the rest of his body. In fact, I'll wager that his lustful side amalgamates with his strength. I'll have a buxom water nymph have at him while he works to pry himself free.

And so she does, performing fellatio as he still works against that monstrous magic that held him to the wall. He feels great, and the nymph is ecstatic over seeing his titanic torso grow more and more powerful. She cannot see his face from that position. She feels his manhood throb and pulsate as she orally toyed with it. The power within him grew more and more. The magic I cast was made stronger so that I could marvel at his power. I tripled the potency of the binds, but the hybrid seemed to grow more and more powerful. He enjoyed the challenge and he enjoyed the nymph.

Suddenly, I sensed that his power was beyond measurement. He was going to break free. I cast my spell to its most maximum effect. Not even my adulterous husband can break free of this powerful spell. The aroused nymph backed away to watch the impossible.

His phallus twitched beyond control. With seven awesome tugs, accompanied by his bestial grunts and a muscularity unexplained by even the finest of scientists, He-Man shattered the magic that bound him in a raging explosion of sound and light.

SKKKCHOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

His next impulse was to pin the nymph to the ground and perform missionary intercourse with her. I doubled her size and amplified her durability so that she could withstand the sexual onslaught of this powerful being. It was all for naught, for his strokes were powerful, and her orgasms were vastly overloaded. She passed out ten minutes of He-Man's hour-long session.

When it became time for him to erupt, he let loose with seismic howls of ecstatic happiness as he ejaculated a cup per twitch. This occurred for ninety seconds.

To my surprise, He stood up. His foot long, immensely powerful phallus still stood up as a satyr's, dripping the last residue of his passions. He made a tremor with his steps as his muscles, although relaxed, still bulged without shame. Veins rippled all around his body. No body fat whatsoever.

But where is his boasts? Where is his cutting humor? I changed that. I shut it all off. I made him a powerful beast of massive power. When he comes to battle and destroy the unlawful son of my foolhardy husband and some idiot cow from Attica, I want nothing by devastation and destruction.

He roared and screamed like a rampaging beast. His hands seized the powerful throats of the dangerous Hydra monstrosity's heads. He already crushed them in his monstrous hands while his phallus twitched out of control and his muscles rippled without limit. The power within him grew with his rage. The venomous atmosphere and the fluids of the dangerous monster heads meant nothing to him.

Soon, the second Hydra was destroyed save its immortal head.

Heracles the immense of strength seized the Hydra in his incredible grip. He poured on the pressure as his entire body rippled with veins and massive muscle. No body fat whatsoever. His member twitched in its foot long monstrous glory. The head was immortal. Heracles didn't know what he was thinking. He wanted to squeeze and to destroy. His merciless hands squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. More and more.

The immense nude squeezed so hard, the area around him trembled. The stability of the world trembled as Heracles' might increased. The helpless serpent's jaws froze open as the massive nude's might grew even more. The sense that the world trembled at his power made his squeeze double in incredible force. He stomped the ground, making the world tremble even more. His breath was torn between hissing snarls for inhales and beastly roars as exhales. His power increases were represented by his long and inhuman grunts of strenuous force.

The world had to wait for another fifteen minutes before the planes of mortality and immortality shattered to the sound of an immortal burst. Like an energy balloon, the hero and the monster sensed that immortality was no protection from Heracles' power.

Immediately did Heracles throw the slain immortal head to the ground and masturbated fiercely. The session of rubbing his fourteen-inch massiveness lasted for twenty minutes before his grunting and hissing face felt a twitch of the tingle. A sensation greater than a giant's. Heracles' mouth and eyes opened in savage frenzy, roaring uncontrollably. He never expected to have such a gargantuan orgasm, but, lo and behold, it would happen now.

His head turned up. He gave out ecstatic roars of inexplicable, incalculable pleasure as he struggled to hold his penis down for the three minutes of wild emissions. Every pump, every jerk of raw pleasure made him roar in savage joy. For a while, the sensation grew beyond a giant's. Every pump emitted a pint of raw manjuice. He rubbed and rubbed still, forcing himself to emit every drop. The dead hydra was drenched in his sauces.

The last fifteen seconds of his emissions, Heracles stood erect in an erotic lat spread pose. With every jerk, his semen shot out like fountain water from his cannon-like phallus. Nine times did the emissions shot up to fifty feet in the air before it rained down on his dead victim.

Heracles strolled victoriously from his victim. He made giant like steps, causing a slight tremble as he walked. He was in no mood for levity as he allowed semen to ooze from his foot long protuberance. He jerked a few times, smiling evilly as his liquid bolted up ten to twenty feet.

NOW WAS THE TIME.

Suddenly, Heracles and He-Man were staring at each other. Teleported to a desert. Their mindless instincts made them raise their arms to the air, grunting and roaring as their muscles grew and their power rose to an amount so vast, their power grew out of control. They were both six feet tall or bigger, but their bulging, immeasurable muscles made them look seven to eight feet tall. Body fat wasn't an issue. Just pure, planet crushing muscle controlled by two pedestrian minds that want to crush and smash.

They roared as they posed at each other. The double biceps. The abs and quads. The side chest and the monstrous most muscular poses. They pulled back their upper torsos as their fifteen-sixteen inches of club-thick monsters pointed against each other like two cannons about to fire. They both still dripped their sauces from their ejaculations.

Then they gave each other their lat spread poses. And their animal instincts kicked in in a grand scale.

CHOOOOOMMMM!

HRRRRH! UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! URRR! RRRRHHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! UHHHH! UHHH! UHHH! HUURRR! HUUURRR!! UHH! HURR! RRRRHHH!

THOOMP! THOOMP! THOOMP! THOOMP! THOOMP! THOOMP! THOOMP!

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Imagine the undersides a pair of twenty-plus inch phalluses as thick as a child's arm and heads as thick as a child's fist rubbing erotically against each other. Their twitching made clapping sounds. They never felt so good, and they don't want to stop. They stroke in rapid, fierce and ribald frottage for over ninety minutes before they stop.

They felt the savage tenderness of their hulking members erect and strong pressing against each other. Fiercely firm yet unearthly tender. They twitch, and a feeling of rubbing against the most comforting of fabrics embrace them. Resting their massive heads on each other's rippled shoulders, the duo embrace each other for a temporal truce of penile greatness.

With their mouths grunting ecstatically, they stroked their mammoth goliath undersides slowly and mightily. The twitches made the clapping sounds intense and bold. After a few minutes, two regular musclemen would ejaculate by now. But these powerhouses rubbed without tire for over ninety minutes.

They reached the pinnacle of power. Before the second hour ended, Heracles and He-Man resorted back to fast and furious stroking and grunting.

Thirty minutes later, and it was time.

Their emissions were five minutes of immense sensual greatness.

The superhuman duo stalked each other, walking in a circular motion as their loins still dripped erotically.

Both men who act like beasts tensed their freakishly huge muscles as they raised their arms to the sky and let out animalistic roars of fury. Seconds later, they locked arms and pressed their monstrous bodies against each other in a rage of might.

The nudes still frot their penile undersides against each other, but this time, the wonderful feeling meant nothing. The hips clapped as they collided and they still stroked vigorously. Sparks of manly juices shot out between their massive muscles, but they ignored the tingling sensations that made them seem stronger because of the ecstasy-the inexplicable joy of emissions and orgasms..

Elbows and fists hit massive faces and boulder-like pectorals to no avail. Their arms seized growing, freakish body parts in attempts to fell one another, but those powerful legs and enormous feet wouldn't allow them to fall.

Their hips press against each other with enough space for long and pleasurable strokes of their phallic undersides against each other. They take a few minutes in their struggle to enjoy the powers of their phalluses. Foot long and more. The width of baseball bats. The power to keep their savage instincts on mental leashes of limited order.

With one massive grunt, and a powerful shove from his hips, Heracles made the first move by making the Eternian pull back. But He-Man tumbled and caught Heracles in a furious headlock. He squeezed his leviathan arm around Heracles' unstoppable head, strenuously roaring and screaming as he was grinding and grinding without peer.

Heracles strained to be free of this grip for an hour. He never relented, allowing his might to grow up to the point that he could release the grip. The time came to him as he stomped the ground with one foot and heaved He-Man over his head and threw him on the ground. Both hands clinched, Heracles delivered a hammerthrow blow that missed his mark. He-Man moved out of the way in a roll. His sandy body couldn't hide the intense muscularity of his brute strength.

A fierce jump-kick to Heracles' chest made the Son of Zeus fall upon his buttocks. He-Man leapt upon him, but a kick by Heracles himself made He-Man fall.

They both rose, too much in their rampaging rages to be impressed by their own might. Pride was on the line for both men.

They took turns delivering punches strong enough to knock the planet Jupiter out of its orbit to each other's chests. The blows made no effects at all, they only roared when they bulged their huge flesh-boulders to shrug off the apocalyptic punches as if they were water balloons. They observed that their monsters shook in their satyr-like states as they punched each other.

They were bored with their fifty punches each. They locked hands in an attempt to push each other to the ground. After ten minutes, He-Man's rippled arms made heracles fall back a bit. Then, it was Heracles turn to make He-Man falter with his gargantuan arms. They held their heads back while they grunted, girned and roared with bestial faces and grim determination. Their arms and torsos bulged even more, but they would not explode or overexert their bodies.

They were invincible. Unconquerable. Unstoppable.

Their members twitched in anticipation for another erotic rub. That was the only sane feeling from both of them. But their wild antics would postpone their cravings for sexual wrestling.

He-Man suddenly sent knee after knee to collide with Heracles' external obliques. With a clothesline, he made Heracles fall to the ground. Heracles rose thrice, and thrice did He-Man butterfly wide but boulder-thick bubble-like buttocks fell him with the background of impish grunts.

He-Man folded Heracles up in a fetal legs-over head position. That was bad enough for the straining spine. But He-Man would perform something taught by Hera herself in a mind blast she gave him. In this position, if He-Man or any other extraphysical being delivered an anal assault, an emission could even shatter Heracles' spine and end his life.

Heracles roared in rage as he used all his power in order to break free from the furious pumping from He-Man's manhood inside him. Violating him in an attempt to slay him. He-Man's face demonstrated joy and power as he shook viciously. The ground below them trembled. Heracles saw He-Man's monstrous pectorals. His nipples were almost as huge as a standard woman's.

The strokes were deeper and stronger. It was like Heracles had a baseball bat shoved into his shut-yo-mouth!

What was worse? He-Man was about to erupt. And as I said before; ejaculation from a powerful man like He-Man upon a person in that position meant only one thing;

A SHATTERED SPINE.