Derrick got up, the masseur sliding suggestively down Derrick. She winked at him, causing him to further blush at this entire situation.
“No no. I can’t,” he said, blushing.
The masseur smiled, and pat him on his back.
“Oh I know. With a bod like that though, you’ll need to get used to the attention.”
“Yeah, but...”
“Oh come Derrick, your gonna love the sporting life...”
She left the room and returned after an uncomfortable amount of time, with Derrick meanwhile continuing to sit naked with his new giants body. When she did return, she was carrying some clothing. A pair of sporting shorts and a singlet. On it was the logo of Derrick’s sporting club. Derrick felt a smile across his solid face, feeling a tingle of excitement at the prospect of returning home to strength his skills. He got dressed and despite the clothig size being large, it clung to his dense build.
Derrick smiled gingerly at the masseur, who winked at him. He suddenly returned a wink. Catching his new play boy instinct, he blush again and leave. He took a stroll out of the entire spa area, feeling an urge to job. So Derrick started a jog, his powerful legs carrying down a nature strip just outside the spa area. Heat did not annoy him. After all, his heritage now belonged firmly in this Greek world. As he ran, both women and men smiled and stared at him. Derrick couldn’t help but smile. He remembered experiencing this, according to the new memories, which still existed along with his old, redundant memories of his former life, he was always the centre of attention. Coming to a stop, drenched with the stench of body oder, he realised he was standing near a small football oval. It hardly took up much space, but what was most interesting was the man standing near him. He was just as large as Derrick, if not larger. His hairy arms could carry the world if he wanted. He flashed a smile, partly hidden by a beard that oozed masculinity. All he was was a toga wrapped firmly around his waist.
“Ahah!” He said in a deep booming p voice, “I was expecting you Derrick.”
“You know my name?”
The man cackled and slapped Derrick on his beefy shoulder.
“I am Hercules. The sporting goods of the world are partly my domain,”
Derrick couldn’t help but gawk at the man. It was obvious now, staring at his thick, trunk like legs. Barrel chest and arms like iron.
“Your a god?”
“So are you, now that you’ve been awoken,”
“Awoken?” Despite Derrick having two powerful legs, packed with sturdy muscle, he felt suddenly weak in his legs.
Hercules chucked, a deep wonderful chuckle. Placing his hands on Derrick’s shoulder he said
“You are my son. I recall coming down to your mother and making love to her. I planted my seed, through a fiery passion. The moment I felt you leave my form and penetrant hers, I knew you would be something.”
Derrick looked over his body and said, “But his, until today I’ve just been a skinny wreak.”
“Delayed divinity. My godly genes were in you, but needed a little awakening from our masseur. You were then rewarded with all the improvements your godly physic would have brought, had it not been for the delay.”
Derrick smiled brightly, feeling an delightful happiness, and felling like home.
“Is the man I thought was my dad was...”
“Your mother remarried. She couldn’t wait for my return, and she figured you needed a father in your life. However now I am here my son. Together we will find your brother, who I have invited onto this island, and have hopes of awakening.”
Derrick laughed a deep godly laugh. Yes, his brother. He had a brother...
Julian walked down a garden path, not really knowing why. He was a small fellow, both in size and build. He wondered down phthisic path feeling a loving tugging felling. Julian shrugged at this feeling and smiled. It was a nice, hot day and he should enjoy it. Up ahead was a small football field, and two gigantic men.