Hercules, Hercu-less, 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.