In the grand hall of the temple, a crowd had gathered before the newly unveiled statue of Hercules—the greatest hero, the strongest man in the world. Whispers rippled through the marble columns: “Behold the mightiest of men!”
Suddenly, Megara appeared at the edge of the crowd. With a sly smile she called out, “True, he’s the greatest man—but I’m a woman.” She planted one hand confidently on her hip, then flexed both arms. In an instant, her muscles surged outward in a crackling pulse of raw energy. She shifted her weight, driving her thighs higher and her torso into an even more commanding pose.
All eyes widened as her biceps ballooned to twice the size of Hercules’s statue. Raising her chin, she laughed softly: “Easy to see who’s really the biggest now.”
The murmurs grew into cheers—soon, a second statue would rise, immortalizing not just the hero’s strength, but hers as well.