Hercules had returned to the mortal world of man. For the past few thousand years, Hercules never needed to come to Earth. Olympus had enough enjoyment for him. From the wrestling of great and powerful beasts, the nymphs he made love to, and the various amounts of wine from his uncle made him the happiest god of all. But even this was too much for Hercules, who needed something new. Hercules was bored with perfection and needed to feed his ego by having the mortals praise his amazing feats as they used to. Hercules had told the other gods that he needs to go back to Earth and told them a lie to save his pride, that he needed to save them from themselves. With that, Zeus transported Hercules back to Earth and Hercules knew that the humans will appreciate their greatest hero and strongest demi-god.
When Hercules came to earth, it was in a rather showy way. Hercules was sent to stop a train from crashing and when put on the train rails, placed his arms out and stopped the powerful juggernaut in an instant. In fact, the hard part wasn't stopping the train but making sure he didn't shatter the train. Hercules had no idea what the train was beyond a carriage but knew stopping it would make him famous once again. It was true. When reporters sent to the incident found him, they were stunned by Hercules. 9'8, rippling with large and diamond-hard muscle, covered in thick black hair with gold tinting, and naked. His large swinging third limb was what told everyone he was a god. They were ready to tell the world of who this mighty man was, one who declared himself a god!
After that, Hercules was at every talk show and the like, promoting who he was. In less than a month, everyone on Earth knew who Hercules was. His incredible feats of strength from pushing mountains, able to over lift ocean liners with just one hand, and how he was faster than the speed of sound. Hercules was the single most powerful man in all of history and Hercules quite liked this fact. No matter how much things have changed, some have stayed the same. The mortal men wished to be him and the mortal women will wish to be in bed with him. That was what he believed, only to learn this wasn't true. That was a lesson he had to learn roughly.
He learned it in the day he found out what a gym was. It resembled the training centers of ancient Greece but they used technology over the rocks and sparring of the old. Wearing custom clothes made for his built, no shirt because none could contain his barrel chest and gym pants that showed his massive bulging cock, he was a terror to any who saw him. Sitting down, Hercules grabbed a small weight that was said to weigh '100', and when he lifted it with one hand, he felt it was odd. Looking, his hand seemed to destroy the bar. Hercules had to laugh while the men in the room were terrified of Hercules. He was not only far bigger and stronger than any of them, he had just destroyed the weight like it was made of glass! Hercules felt rather proud of himself but had to believe the weight was weak. Hercules tried a pulling machine but with one yank, tore the machine in half. Hercules decided he needed to use his powers to make things more fun for himself.
Using the powers of his godhood, he enchanted a set of weights. The weight glowed and when it was over, Hercules bent down and grabbed the weight and with some effort, lifted it right up. It didn't seem heavy but in the hands of a being, the weight would reach something that gave Hercules some struggle. The equivalent weight was a tectonic plate. Hercules did a few reps and had to sweat a bit, and after the 10th rep dropped the weight and while it hit the floor hard, it didn't bore into the earth. Only because it felt heavy when one held it. Hercules wiped his brow a bit and was ready to try a new one when he saw a woman. A gorgeous woman. Dressed in a tight singlet that showed her curves, the woman was tiny and Hercules felt the bulge in his pants tighten. Hercules leaned on the wall and had to try not pushing his arm through it and the woman looked rather annoyed by him.
"Hello, my name is Hercules. You may know of me. God of power, prince of the gods, the lion of Olympus, greatest man who ever existed? I must ask who you are."
"Not interested, not even close. I don't like creepy pervs eyeing me when I work out."
Hercules was offended. Did she... deny him? These mortal women became cheeky since his day. Someone needs to teach her a lesson and he was one to do so. Hercules eyed the weight he made and kicked the thing a bit.
"My personal best, if you want you can try to lift it. It's not that hard for a liberated woman like you."
The woman rolled her eyes and bent down a bit to grab the weight and with some venom, spoke out.
"Don't bother checking my ass out, okay? This wouldn't be the first time a guy tried this on me to see me bend over."
Hercules really wanted to see her nearly break her arms trying to lift his weight. Hercules was ready to see her suffer when something incredible happened. With her pipe cleaner arms and skinny legs, lifted the weight cleanly with no effort! Then with her might, over lifted the weight! He didn't even do that, he could only get it to his chin. Holding the thing up, she began to do reps with the weight, performing clean jerks. In a matter of seconds, she went beyond 20 reps. Then the woman went further and further. By the time she had done 100 reps, the woman stopped and dropped the weight, have not struggled at all. Hercules was stunned and the woman, cleaning her hands, looked at how gobsmacked Hercules was and smirked a bit.
"What? I lift heavier at home. Unless you want to test who's stronger, 'prince'. I mean should be obvious who's stronger, the big strong macho man or the tiny waif? You brave enough to challenge me?"