Hector Karali, 18 (switch)

It was a struggle for Hector Karali just to get to this point. Midway through his first semester of college, Hector was drowning in papers as an English major, and his finance bro of a roommate didn't exactly give him peace and quiet.

The usual adversity of a first-year student piled on top of Hector's personal struggles. He came from a close-knit family in the Washington, DC suburbs, and this was his first time being more than an hour away from them. Hector was still uncomfortable being apart from his mother, Veronica, and his twin sister, Penelope, so he called them almost every day. Penelope studied architecture at Western New York State, only a couple hours from him at Pennsylvania Valley, so at least they visited each other on some weekends. Tragically, Hector's dad, Johnathan, was a soldier killed in action when they were infants, and the hardworking Veronica scrounged together what she could as an executive assistant. It's not like compensation from the VA went a long way in the United States. Fortunately, Hector and Penelope both managed to earn partial merit scholarships, allowing them to attend university in the first place.

Despite being knowledgeable and handsome, Hector had trouble fitting into the school environment throughout his life. He would always get restless in class and had trouble focusing on conversations with other people. His eyes had a mind of their own wandering over the chests of girls and women around him, and more than once he'd been caught staring a second too long. He couldn't help that his active imagination would run wild before he reminded himself of what's considered proper social etiquette. Hector knew his sister had many of the same developmental struggles, but, well, pretty privilege can take a girl quite far in school. And yes, Penelope was quite pretty, with an angular face and long, sleek, brown hair. Hector had more of a rugged look with a defined jaw and five o'clock shadow, though he was fairly skinny and his voice only deepened somewhat upon hitting puberty.

On a chilly October evening, Hector was rushing back to his dorm room from class, thinking more about that night's World Series matchup than his essay on The Bacchae due the next day. Worse than the paper, he was dreading hearing about Chad's Stock Picks of the Day! (patent pending). Even so, Hector could focus more in his bed than in a busy library, whether it be loud or eerily quiet.

Upon turning a corner, Hector stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a refined woman in a flowing carnation pink gown and blonde hair tied in a tight bun standing across the street and staring straight at him. Then, there was a quick flash of light, and Hector shot his arms up to prevent himself from going blind.

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The next instant, Hector found himself in an enormous bright room covered in white marble, with the ceiling held up by an unnecessary amount of columns. The same woman in the pink gown stood there as well, and on the edges of the room, there were other people in classical tunics and dresses. Before he could do anything, the main woman spoke in a soft, steady voice.

"Hello Hector. My name is Amelia, and I welcome you to Mount Olympus. You must be confused right now, but please save your questions until I finish explaining everything. This might come as a surprise, but you are a legacy of Aphrodite, and my Lady has decided to reward you for your perseverance by giving you the life you always wanted. Welcome to Harem Hotel: Ancient Desire Edition!"

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AN: Hi there, welcome to a new branch! I have read a number of HH paths, and instead of hoping others pick my favorite transformations, I decided to write my own with the fetishes I want to see. This will be very kinky, and unlike most seasons, the master here will be both dominant and submissive depending on the contestant. Chapters going forward will naturally be longer than this.

You can also find me on fanfiction under the name 86th Gunner, where I have a story I haven't updated in a long time, but I feel genuinely motivated to write this and follow it through. I look forward to reading your comments and seeing your votes when the time comes. Enjoy the story!