# Chapter 14: The Transfer of Might Nico's hands pressed firmly against Percy's bare chest, the warmth of the hero's skin contrasting with the coldness growing in his own heart. Percy lay motionless beneath him, his magnificent body still intact but now completely drained of godly power. The moonlight streaming through the cabin window illuminated his perfectly sculpted form, highlighting every curve and definition of muscle that had made him the camp's most admired demigod. "Your energy is mine," Nico whispered again, his fingers spreading across Percy's pectoral muscles. "Your godly power is gone, and now your physical might will follow." He studied Percy's body, still compressed in his tight training clothes. Even in sleep, Percy looked powerful—his chest pushing against the fabric, his arms thick with muscle, his abs visible through the material. It was a body built through years of training, combat, and heroism. A body worshipped by everyone at camp. A body that had never belonged to Nico and never would—not in the way he had once dreamed. But now, he would possess it in another way entirely. Nico's hands moved to the bottom of Percy's compression shirt. He slowly peeled it upward, revealing inch by inch the hero's torso. First came the deeply carved abs—six perfect blocks of muscle that tightened with each breath Percy took. Then the broad expanse of his chest, pectorals so developed they created shadows beneath them. Finally, Nico pulled the shirt over Percy's head, careful not to disturb his sleep, revealing his massive shoulders and powerful arms. "So beautiful," Nico murmured, his eyes tracing the contours of Percy's upper body. "And soon to be mine." He moved his attention to Percy's training tights next, carefully pulling them down over his powerful thighs and calves. Unlike previous nights when he'd been driven by lust, Nico now worked methodically, clinically—like a surgeon preparing for an operation. The tights came off smoothly, leaving Percy in nothing but a pair of snug boxer briefs that did little to hide his impressive manhood. With Percy nearly naked before him, Nico took a moment to admire the hero in his full glory one last time. This was Percy Jackson as everyone knew him—strong, powerful, a perfect specimen of demigod physicality. His golden curls splayed against the pillow, his handsome face peaceful in sleep, his magnificent body the result of countless battles and training sessions. This was the body that had defeated Kronos, that had survived Tartarus, that had carried the weight of prophecies and quests. This was the body that Nico had coveted for so long, had dreamed about, had worshipped from afar. And now, it would be dismantled, piece by piece. Remembering Morpheus's instructions, Nico knew he needed to begin with specific muscle groups. He decided to start with Percy's arms—the strong limbs that had wielded Riptide against countless monsters. Placing both hands on Percy's right bicep, Nico focused on the energy he now possessed—Percy's stolen godly power humming inside him. He directed that energy through his palms, connecting it with Percy's muscle, creating a circuit between them. "Your strength flows to me," Nico whispered, concentrating intensely. "Your might becomes mine." At first, nothing happened. Percy's arm remained as it was—thick, muscular, powerful. Nico pressed harder, focusing more intently, channeling more of the stolen power through his hands. Then, slowly, he felt it beginning to work. A warmth spread through his fingers, a tingling sensation unlike the one he'd experienced when draining Percy's godly power. This was different—more substantial, more physical. Under his palms, Percy's bicep began to soften. The muscle that had once been rock-hard, capable of striking down enemies with tremendous force, gradually began to lose its density. At the same time, Nico felt a strange sensation in his own arm—a tightening, a growing strength. "Yes," Nico breathed, watching in fascination as the transformation occurred. Percy's bicep continued to shrink, the peak of muscle flattening, the circumference decreasing. The hero's powerful arm was becoming thinner, weaker with each passing second. Simultaneously, Nico could feel his own bicep swelling, growing stronger. He didn't need to look at his arm to know what was happening—he could feel the power entering him, building his once-skinny limb into something formidable. Percy stirred slightly in his sleep, his face contorting in discomfort. "No," he mumbled, the word barely audible. "Stop..." "Deeper sleep," Nico commanded, not removing his hands from Percy's arm. "Feel nothing but peaceful dreams." Percy's face relaxed again, but his body tensed as the draining continued. His arm was now noticeably smaller, the muscle definition fading. Nico moved to Percy's other arm, repeating the process. Again, he watched as the hero's mighty bicep withered, the strength transferring to his own body. When both of Percy's arms were done—reduced to thin, weak limbs with barely any muscle definition—Nico moved to his shoulders. The broad, powerful delts that had carried the weight of the sky itself now shrank beneath his touch, leaving Percy's shoulders narrow and frail. Next came the hero's once-impressive back muscles. Nico rolled Percy onto his stomach, marveling at the expanse of muscle before him—the wide lats, the defined trapezius, the strong spinal erectors. One by one, he drained them all, watching as Percy's back became narrow and bony, the shoulder blades now protruding where powerful muscle had once been. Rolling Percy onto his back again, Nico turned his attention to the hero's abdomen. He placed both hands on the six-pack that had been the envy of everyone at camp. "Your core strength flows to me," Nico whispered, initiating the transfer. Percy's abdominal muscles, once so defined they looked carved from stone, began to soften beneath Nico's palms. The ridges between each muscle flattened, the hardness gave way to softness. Soon, Percy's midsection was completely transformed—the six-pack gone, replaced by a flat, weak stomach with no definition whatsoever. As the transfer continued, Nico occasionally glanced at his own body, watching the changes take place. His once-skinny arms were now thick with muscle, his shoulders broader, his chest more developed. He was becoming what Percy had been—strong, powerful, imposing. Moving down, Nico placed his hands on Percy's powerful thighs. These were the muscles that had carried the hero through countless quests, that had given him the speed and agility to outmaneuver enemies, that had provided the explosive power needed in combat. Now, they too would be sacrificed. The transfer from Percy's legs took longer than the others—there was more muscle to drain, more power to absorb. Nico worked methodically, draining each muscle group—quadriceps, hamstrings, calves—until Percy's once-mighty legs were reduced to skinny, weak limbs that looked incapable of supporting even his now-diminished upper body. Throughout the process, Percy occasionally stirred, moaning softly in discomfort despite the hypnotic commands to sleep peacefully. His body seemed to be fighting against the draining on some instinctive level, even as his conscious mind remained unaware. After nearly two hours of methodical draining, Nico had worked his way through most of Percy's muscular system. The hero's body was dramatically transformed—arms thin and weak, shoulders narrow, chest flattened, stomach soft, legs skinny and frail. Only two significant areas remained untouched: his pectoral muscles and his genitals. Curious about the latter, Nico gently pulled down Percy's boxer briefs, exposing his impressive manhood. Even in sleep, Percy was well-endowed—a testament to his heroic stature and divine heritage. Nico placed his hand on Percy's penis, focusing his energy as he had with the muscles. Nothing happened. He tried again, concentrating harder, channeling more power through his palm. Still, there was no transfer, no draining. Percy's manhood remained unchanged, as impressive as ever despite the dramatic weakening of the rest of his body. "So Morpheus was right," Nico murmured. "This is connected to his divine essence. I can't take it by force." Pulling the boxer briefs back up, Nico returned to the areas he had already drained, placing his hands on Percy's now-thin arms, his narrow shoulders, his flat stomach, his skinny legs. He focused again, drawing out any remaining strength, ensuring that nothing was left. Percy's body reacted more dramatically now. Despite being deeply hypnotized, he writhed slightly on the bed, his face contorting in pain. Small whimpers escaped his lips as Nico systematically extracted every last bit of physical power from his once-magnificent form. "Hurts," Percy mumbled, his voice thin and weak, so different from the confident tones that had once inspired armies of demigods. "Just a little longer," Nico whispered, not as a comfort but as a statement of fact. "Soon, there will be nothing left to hurt." Finally, only Percy's pectoral muscles remained untouched—the last vestige of his once-powerful physique. These muscles had been the conduit for draining Percy's godly power, the source of the energy-infused milk that Nico had consumed night after night. Now, they too would be sacrificed. Nico placed both hands on Percy's chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his palms. Unlike the rest of Percy's now-diminished body, his pecs were still impressive—two thick slabs of muscle topped with nipples that had grown larger and darker from repeated stimulation. "Your final strength flows to me," Nico intoned, beginning the transfer. The process was slower here, the chest muscles more resistant to the draining. Nico pressed harder, focusing more intensely, and this time he decided to steal it again with his mouth. For the last time, he sucked the hero's erect nipples, but this time no liquid droped from them. Instead he sucked harder and harder, and gradually, he felt the now-familiar warmth spreading through his tongue, the telltale sign that the transfer was working. Beneath his mouth, Percy's once-powerful chest began to flatten, the muscle mass decreasing. At the same time, Nico could feel his own chest expanding, growing stronger and more defined with each passing second. Percy's resistance was stronger here too. His body tensed, his breathing became rapid and shallow, and despite the deep hypnotic sleep, small cries of pain escaped his lips. "No... please..." Percy gasped, his voice barely audible. "My strength... need it..." For a brief moment, Nico hesitated. This was Percy Jackson—the hero he had once loved, the demigod who had saved them all countless times. Was this truly what he wanted? To reduce this mighty hero to nothing? Then he remembered Percy's words from earlier that night: "I could never love someone like you, Nico. Your body disgusts me—so weak, so pathetic." The hesitation vanished. Nico lowered his mouth to Percy's right nipple, licking it once before taking it between his lips and sucking forcefully. Percy cried out in pain, the sound shockingly loud in the quiet cabin. His back arched off the bed, his body instinctively trying to escape the agony. But Nico held him firmly, continuing the draining process. "Sleep deeper," Nico commanded between harsh sucks. "Feel nothing but dreams." Percy's body relaxed slightly, but small tremors still ran through him as Nico alternated between his nipples, sucking the strength directly from his chest. The process was more painful than the previous extractions—Nico could tell from Percy's reactions—but he didn't stop. This was the final step, the last piece of Percy's physical might to be claimed. Slowly, torturously, Percy's pectoral muscles withered beneath Nico's mouth and hands. The once-prominent pecs flattened, then sank further, leaving his chest concave in places, his ribs visible beneath the skin. His nipples, now seeming disproportionately large on his diminished chest, were the only reminder of the power that had once resided there. After what seemed like an eternity, Nico finally released Percy's chest, sitting back to observe his work. The transformation was complete. Percy Jackson—once the mightiest demigod of his generation, the hero of Olympus, the pride of Camp Half-Blood—now lay before him utterly transformed. His body was pathetically weak, without a trace of the muscle that had made him legendary. His arms were thin sticks, his shoulders narrow and bony, his chest sunken, his stomach flat but soft, his legs skinny and frail. Only his face remained unchanged—still handsome with those perfect features, those golden curls splayed against the pillow. And beneath his boxer briefs, his manhood remained as impressive as ever, a stark contrast to his now-diminished physique. It was as if a model's beautiful face had been placed on the body of a sickly child, with only the masculine genitals serving as evidence of the mighty hero he had once been. Nico stood from the bed, walking to the small mirror on the cabin wall to examine his own transformation. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. Where once had stood a skinny, unremarkable boy, now there was a figure of power and strength. His shoulders were broad and defined, his chest muscular with prominent pectoral muscles, his arms thick with bulging biceps, his stomach rippled with abdominal definition. His legs, visible beneath his shorts, were powerful and muscular. He had become what Percy had been—physically imposing, strong, powerful. The change was so dramatic it barely seemed real. Nico flexed his new muscles, watching them bulge impressively. He felt strong, powerful, unstoppable. Returning to the bed, Nico looked down at Percy's weakened form. The contrast between them was now completely reversed. Where once Percy had towered over him in physical might, now Nico was the powerful one, and Percy the pathetic weakling. Tentatively, Nico reached out and touched Percy's arm, marveling at how thin it felt beneath his fingers. He ran his hand down Percy's sunken chest, over his soft stomach, along his skinny leg. It was all real—he had truly drained the hero of his physical might. Only Percy's masculine cock and the pheromones that still emanated from him remained unchanged—evidence of the divine essence that Nico had yet to claim. That would come next, but for now, Nico savored his victory, touching the weak, pathetic body of the former strongest demigod, feeling the power he had stolen now coursing through his own veins. Percy Jackson, the mighty hero, was no more. In his place lay a beautiful but pathetically weak boy who would wake to find his world completely transformed. And Nico, once dismissed as weak and insignificant, now possessed all the physical might that had made Percy legendary. The transfer was complete. The next phase of his plan could begin. "I see you managed to do it, I know you had it within you." Morpheu's voice murmuring in the shadows "Only you could defeat the mighty Percy Jackson!" "But I haven't defeat it him, I have only stolen his power" "Yes, and now you are going to also steal him of his divine essance, only a son of the Big Three could do it, it was your destiny to take him down. Once you steal his divine essance, Percy Jackson will be no more, a mere mortal for the rest of his life, and you will be able to have the man of your dreams. Whenever your own divine essance awakens together with the one you will steal from Percy, you will be by far the strongest demigod in history. I hope you remember who has helped you." The dream god said in the dark, sementing his manipulation on the kid's mind. "Of course, I will be forever in debt with you." Answered Nico "But tell me, how can I steal his divine essance, his mind is still protected by it." "As I told you, his divine essance can't be stolen, it needs to be ofered willingly to you, so you will need to decide how to trick him." Morpheu's said "But I'm sure you will find a way, tomorrow orning Percy Jackson won't be a demigod anymore." And he disappeared again into the shadows. Nico checked again his new body, feeling the warm and strength of his new muscles. Then, looking at the weak pretty demigod in the bed, he climbed into the bed again together with the love of his life. He tried to put his head again in Percy's awesome pectorals as the nights before, but those were nomore. Instead, he put Percy's own head into his new strong chest, feeling the sexy hair caressing his skin, and he closed his eyes while smelling Percy's masculine and heroic scent emeneting from the weakly Percy.