#Herculean Gains The Alpha Awakening

[goldenherc9]

Herculean Gains: The Alpha Awakening

Hercules Gold stepped out of Herculean Gains, his massive frame glistening with sweat after a brutal workout. His neon tank top clung to his bulging pecs, and his gym shorts left his thick quads on full display. He lifted his arms and stretched, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air.

Then, a voice piped up.

“Wow… you are huge,” someone said in a soft, almost breathless tone.

Hercules turned and raised an eyebrow. Standing before him was a scrawny, pale twink with styled blonde hair, a tight crop top, and jeans that were far too skinny. The kid pushed up his glasses and smirked. “I’m Howy. And damn, you’re exactly my type.”

Hercules recoiled. “Bro, what?”

Howy stepped closer, trailing a finger along Hercules’ thick bicep. “You ever considered, like… experimenting?” he purred.

Hercules scowled. “Nah, bro. That’s some weak-ass faggy shit.” He flexed, making Howy take a step back. “You need to MAN up, dude.”

Howy giggled. “Oh, but I like the way I am.”

Hercules smirked. “Not for long.”

Before Howy could react, Hercules grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into his musky, sweat-drenched armpit. The overpowering alpha stench hit Howy like a freight train—thick, masculine, pure testosterone.

The change was instant.

His soft, delicate frame jerked violently, muscles erupting beneath his skin. His crop top shredded apart, revealing swelling pecs and an eight-pack of raw power. His arms surged outward, veins snaking over thick biceps.

His legs ballooned, jeans splitting and reforming into gym shorts barely able to contain his massive quads. His styled blonde hair darkened, morphing into a short, messy jock cut. His glasses cracked and fell as his jaw widened into a sharp, rugged chadline.

His lips, once forming a flirtatious smirk, curled into a cocky sneer.

His mind reprogrammed.

No more weak twink thoughts. No more simping over dudes. Only gains, chicks, and dominance.

Howy—no, Howie—staggered back, blinking in confusion before grinning, rolling his thick shoulders. “Yo, bro… what the fuck was I even saying before?” he laughed, voice now a deep, arrogant drawl. “Haha, faggots are cringe, bro.”

Hercules smirked. “Atta boy.”

Howie spat on the ground, flexed his massive, hairy arms, and cracked a beer.

Nothing mattered now except lifting heavy, smashing chicks, and being a fucking ALPHA BRO.

Enjoy your new life, but then again you don't remember the old one bro huhu, now get out there and bring more fags to change bruh - Herc