Pantheon

  British couple to Greek God and Goddess TG

Samantha quickly clutched Chris’ hand as she ground her heels into the dirt hill face. With a sharp pull he brought her up to his side. He looked no worse for wear, but she was beaten and bedraggled. He grinned at her and said. “Regretting not going with the tourist group?”

“It'll be easier when we are on the way back down I'm sure.” She replied.

“There is a better view around here for sure.” She raised a brow to that.

“There always is. Not worth the lawsuits to advertise it probably. And you'll thank me when we crack open a cold one and breath it all in.” He said with a draw of breath?

“Okay love, but I don't think I can wait that long for a coca-cola.” She shook her head.

They started clambering up the dry riverbed before them up the mountainside. Occasionally stopping to drench themselves with their dwindling water supply, or stare around with a confused expression. They stopped at what seemed to be a temporarily embarrassed waterfall.

“You trust the hostel? The manager seemed a bit fake.” She mused.

“He seemed into you, so I'm sure he'll take extra care of our stuff. ” Chris smirked. Samantha gasped and clipped him across the back of the head.

They sat in silence on respective stone piles, for the next minute, their faces frying against the sun. Samantha occasionally glanced over to Chris, waiting for his lead.

“It looks kind of high. Are you sure?” She frowned and looked back.

“Nothing to it Sammie. I can already see a trail a mile wide we can use to get up the side. Look… there!” He pointed out the tiny gap in the crags and rushed over to the bottom of the cliff face. He pulled himself up on a jutting rock, quickly pulling off his hands as they glowed with the heat. A salamander dashed one from side to the other as Chris began disturbing the stones and pulling on shrubs.

“Thanks for waiting!” She yelled. He heard her sandals slapping the rocks as they laboured up the groove in tandem. Samantha heard Chris whistle, as she brought her leg up over onto the ground. She stood up and dusted herself off, before turning forward. There was a wide pool of rocks, not unlike a child's play pit. Except sharper and bone crunching. At the far side was another plain of clotted mud, and then the slick looking slanted side of a large rock. There was an opening that seemed to lead into the cliff wall on the platform just above. But far above that, there was some kind of entrance jutting out that looked like a rock had been placed in front of it. And above that there was a band of glyphs. She wondered how anyone would even get such a thing up there.

“Think, if we had been here in Spring this might have been a great place to cool off.” He said as he wiped his brow.

Samantha tied up her mousey brown hair with a band from her pocket and followed Chris, gingerly tip-toeing across the rocks. She tripped every so often, but her Chris was there to keep her steady.

“God. I'm going to smash my head open here.” She groaned.

As they reached the far side, Chris stroked the smooth sand rock. He licked the small bit of moisture off his finger. He coughed as his throat tried to swallow.

“Hey I think there is running water up here. In that cave maybe”

“Chris. I didn't really plan for this. And what if we get lost out here?” She sighed.

“It's early Sammie. And it's just the heat getting to you. We’ll get some refreshment. There has got to be somewhere we can relax around here.”

She had just wanted to go to Athens, see the Parthenon, and maybe lounge in a pool for few days. But he was ever the explorer. No, instead they went to Thessakolini. She liked that masculine drive he had, but she really wished he wouldn't drag her to every crazy destination he picked out. They were miles out from the city now. Her lips we cracked and her entire body was on fire. Hopefully one of the local sheep-herding hamlets could put them up, or it would be a bed of rocks for them tonight for sure.

He was already scrambling up the slick rock and within a moment he stood with his hands on his hips at the top.

“You gotta see this!” He grinned.

Sammie took a deep breath and scarpered up the rock. Between Chris’ pale legs she could see a giant rip in the cliff wall leading into what looked like a convulsing throat of darkness.

“Chris no. I am not going in there” She sighed.

“We made it this far.” He pulled her to her feet. She looked up into his blue eyes with a frown.

“We don't have the equipment. What if one of us falls?” She clutched her left wrist and shuffled nervously.

“We’ll be careful.” He said with exasperation.

“No! I'm hot, and bloody tired Chris.”

“I'm going in, but you can stay here if you want.” He said in a daring way and span around. By the time she looked up he was already figuring out how to squeeze himself through the crack.

“Oh you arsehole.” She muttered under her breath. She turned away from him for a moment. Then with a childish whine, she ran herself right up against his back.

The light trickling at the entrance was just enough to cover the beginnings of the black granite inner wall. She grabbed Chris’ hand and after a few shallow breaths they eased along the cavern wall. The darkness spared nothing, and it was hard to tell how deep the drop below them was. Thankfully the way expanded rather quickly and they found themselves in a straight series of tunnels. She shone the light in her phone forward in front of them but it had a lot of work to do.

She clutched Chris’ left hand tighter. They kept silent as he focused on leading her and ducking the jagged ceilings, all the while working with the layout of the cave. The floor was covered with animal bones. It seemed many of them had sought shade from the heat, but gave up or starved. She was beginning to get nervous. How were they going to get back? Her eyes just couldn't adjust down here after such much time in the sun.

“An underground spring would be nice. I'm still thirsty. Although this cavern is… rather moist.” She licked her lips.

She felt her weight being jerked forward with Chris as he moved forward suddenly. She heard a squelch as he lifted up his right foot.

“There was some kind of centipede or something. Might have been venomous.” He said.

There was a foisty, watery smell beginning to pass in and out of their nostrils as they pushed forward. Their last flat had smelled like this, even when the pipes weren't bursting.

As they turned the bend she took in a sharp intake of air. He was right all along. A pool. A beautiful turquoise pool. But even though her throat was nearly desiccated, her thirst was squashed by awe. There was illumination everywhere. Gorgeous bioluminescence coated the walls and coloured the pool below with a thousands shades of blue and green, the chamber was massive, almost cathedral like. The water gurgled, bubbling in various places and spurring various lotus like pads along the surface.

“This is…” She said as she walked side by side with Chris.

“I wonder what they are?” He said

“Maybe glow worms?” She said.

“Hmm. I don't think they have those here in Greece.” He replied.

“Mushrooms then?” She said while crunching her face.

“Probably.

“I wonder if we can bag some? It would look interesting on the windowsill.” He smiled.

“I don't know. This could be some kind of sacred cave that all the locals know about. And we get hit with ten years bad luck just for being here.” She prodded him.

Chris scoffed and stepped up to the pool edge. As Chris dipped his legs into the pool and began filling up the flasks, Samantha began investigating. She decided overturning rocks was a bad idea after barely catching sight of something bright and slimy scuttling out.

She narrowed her eyes after glimpsing something on the walls. She turned back to Chris a few times and then made another double take. There were lines on the walls…no… etchings really. But they had somehow gotten clearer in the space of a few seconds.

“Now isn't this nice? No trash. No pedlars…” She heard Chris say, followed by the movement of water.

She drew her fingers along the chalk and tried to figure out what she was looking at. They didn't look so primitive. They looked a lot like the pottery and graffiti she had seen in the museums. They were really common images she had been told at the museum. There were horses running wild on the plains. Massive statuesque heroes holding spears and round shields in various confrontational positions. As she traced along, she tilted her head at one drawing with some colour. It was a man and woman locking arms. They were sat on thrones with a massive oak rising up behind them. The man with the azure-eyes held a thunderbolt, while the woman with the golden-eyes held a staff with a ringlet in one hand and some kind of fruit in the other.

She glanced aside and fixated instantly on a spot in front of her.

“Uhm, was that entrance there before?” She gaped.

“What was that?” Upon joining her side, Chris looked at the same spot.

The entrance was definitely man-made. There was a shattered stone arch and everything.

“Looks like an entrance somewhere.” She said,

“Awesome.. wanna go look?” Chris tapped her on the cheek.

She side-eyed him but said nothing. Every fibre of her being told her the entrance was bad juju. They found this cave easy enough. Why wasn't it marked on any map? And if there were structures inside, then surely there would be a sign outside? or an info slab or something…

“No Chris. I think we should take some photos and go back. Something is off about this.”

“What. You think the Mummy will get you?” He teased.

“This is Greece, they don't have mummies!” She said with exasperation.

“I know that.” He snickered, and began walking forward.

“Those films just rely on people acting like idiots anyway.” He added. He was already miles ahead. She screamed in frustration. Why wouldn't he just listen? She stormed after him. They tip-toed through the corridor. The light from the pool chamber cast an eerie sight behind them as they walked deeper in. The air here was so intensely hot it was unbearable.

They reached a fork in the corridor , but one of the options was drowned in rubble.

“That probably leads to that blocked off entrance.” He said.

“Oh, so you were paying attention.” She replied with a wiry smile. He grunted followed by a string of panting. They were already overheating again.

“Are we going into a bloody volcano?” He said.

“Let's go back. If we go now then we can find an inn or a hotel even.” She said while stroking his arm.

“Come on. There has got to be something important down here.”

“What are you trying to prove?” She added.

He looked at her askance.

“Well you know, after the last holiday. I wanted to make things fun.” He said.

“Sweet, but I'm not having fun. We are just walking for the sake of it at this point.” She replied.

“But, I really want to know what's down here.” He said.

She sighed internally. They didn't get to holiday often. Now that they were both in their late-twenties and bogged down with work.

They turned the corner and their bodies instantly relaxed as cool air swirled around them. Then the room sprang to life as the torches lit one by one. They stopped dead the moment they saw what they had stumbled into. In the centre of the marble room there were two enormous spherical jewels brimming with light, as if they could explode in a star storm at any moment. It looked like the one on the right pedestal was made of ruby, and the one on the left was sapphire. She wrenched her eyes away from the centre long enough for the rest of the contents of the room to impress themselves on her. At the back of the room was chariot of some kind crowded with peacock feathers, while various proud-looking lion statues guarded the corners. There were all sorts of coins, golden bracelets and jewellery laid in piles randomly around the room. Instruments with beautiful designs along with figurines of cows, eagles and bulls stood strewn about on pedestals like museum exhibits. There were symbols… she remembered from the tours that they were called… triglyphs. She felt almost… unworthy to look on it all.

“I think we entered a time portal.” Chris said flatly.

“Wow. Okay, well… I think we may be rich.” She said.

“Ho. I don't think we could carry it all. Besides, we should notify a museum or some kind of… authority.” He added.

“I agree, maybe we shouldn't touch any of it?” She asked.

“Let's look around at least. .” He replied.

Now this was a holiday. They were explorers, not just observers being handed around like sheep. They were probably going to become famous too. As soon as he got his reception back he would call somebody and they would probably send a team out. Their faces would be all over the news. He chuckled as he headed towards a wall.

“Come to me.” A feminine voice whispered. He looked around him and then wiggled a finger around in his right eardrum.

“Did you say something Chris?” Sam said flatly.

“Nope” He said, without looking back.

It was like an itch at the back of his head. Even though he knew the room was full of ancient and unique objects, Chris found himself drawn back to the centre of the room, to the two things he knew the value of. He had never seen jewels that size before in his life. He had never considered himself a greedy or superficial person, but he… wanted…. desired them. They gave them an odd sensation, like lost mementos. Not unlike some crude child craft you find in the loft. He practically teleported back to the centre. His eyes flickered between the two, before settling on the sapphire. His eyes bored through it for what seemed like half a minute, before he reached out towards it. He felt a hot flow of air circling. Then he felt slender hands around his waist, and he pulled his hand back.

“No chance are we going to get a bed tonight. Let's sleep in the cave?” She said tenderly.

“You don’t want to look around a bit longer?” He asked.

“I think I'm too tired to take this all in… too tired to dodge any booby traps either.” She smiled.

He looked back at the room with a dull-eyed expression as they walked back to the cave.

“We should take the gems with us. In case someone else takes them before us.” He groaned while huffing and puffing.

She burst out laughing. “What a daft thing to say. No one else has come around here for a thousand years or something probably.”

“Still…” He felt a headache coming on.

She flicked her eyes upwards and shook her head.

They sat side by side on the steps, their bodies entwined. Her thin and dainty body was stretched out and he gently rubbed her perfectly waxed left leg. “What do you reckon?” He said.

“Not sure.” She closed her eyes. “The chariot is beautiful. Maybe it belonged to a Queen?”

“I think we were meant to find it. Destiny. ” He said. A glassy image of the gems flashed through his mind.

“That's sweet.’ She laughed. “But I don't think so. I don't think anyone was ever meant to find this treasure. That's what they thought anyway.”

“Maybe the… ” He winced, as a blurry vision of the gems once again hit through his mind.

Ugh. He took in a deep breath. He was getting a bit obsessed. It was like he wanted to storm back in there and take them for himself. It wasn't worth getting into an argument with Samantha about.

“Let's go back to the water.” She smiled while pulling his arms up towards her.

“This cave is really romantic though… and the way this light plays on your face… it really accentuates your best features.” She smiled contently around the room and then slowly turned her head to her man. She looked him up and down. All that climbing had really made his muscles stand out. Her right hand slithered down his pants.

He gasped. “Oh really? You don't seem too interested in my face right now.”

She nodded and then wrapped her fingers around his cock. She began to idly play with it.

He stared into her emerald eyes for a few moments. Then he glanced over the rest of her. She was absolutely filthy, but it only made her look hotter. Yet… something didn't feel quite right. He had felt a bit disorientated since they left that chamber.

“You know… actually I don't feel quite up to it.”

She pouted and stared at him. He stared back and after she realised he was serious, her face twisted into a severe expression.

“For gods sake..” She turned herself over onto her shirt bed, then sighed. She fell asleep almost instantly, as if she had been pulled out of this world by something. She dreamed odd thoughts. Unreal vistas and impossible buildings. Busy cities and unstoppable beasts.

Chris opened his eyes. The gems can speak

“Chris? Where are you going?” She muttered lazily, while reaching out a hand towards him. The bubbling of the water was just as loud as her voice. The two carried no discernible difference. He shambled forwards into the corridors. There was something odd about them. Something different from early. He mindlessly dragged his fingers along the walls. Smoothly trailing them over the vines. Thorns ripped through his fingertips. As he stroked them, his eyes closed. The stone felt familiar. His drops of blood fell onto the floor and came alive, speaking to him. 

Samantha rocked her head side to side before jolting awake. She rolled her shoulders and stared into space for a moment. She looked to her side and saw that Chris was gone. She breathed softly for a few moments before sitting up. “Did he go for water?”

She studied the room to see if he was hidden behind some stalagmite or rock. After a quick crawl to the pool and a quicker look around, she frowned.

“Okay. I'm just about done. What the hell?”

She saw a smudge of blood, on what was an otherwise an empty floor. It was leading towards the room with the gems. Her gaze turned to the vines on the walls. Did he prick himself? What if he catches something. You can get diseases from metal right? What about vines too? She tossed her hair back. “Chris. This isn’t funny.” She shouted. No reply.

She paced down the corridor. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe he didn't go this way… if he went back and she wasn't there.

But… what if he was dehydrated or something? He might not have a clue what he's doing. She groaned with worry and ran deeper in.

Chris stared with his mouth agape. He'd never seen anything like it. A story from the past being played out in the surface of the gems. Regret was already squirming deep inside. If he walked away he'd regret it the rest of his life.

Samantha caught sight of the two gems, and stopped dead. Her eyes strained and bulged. They emitted an impossible amount of light, brighter than any firework, blaze or star.

She felt like her will was being questioned by the crystals.

“Can you really look away?” They said.

She pushed and pulled at Chris.

“No, don't touch them! What's wrong with you?” She cried. He easily threw her off. He stumbled towards one of the gems. His eyes stinging and watering from the intense light.

He had to touch one of them now. He wanted this one. Fuck! it was too much.

Sam picked herself up and held her hands over her mouth in horror. Chris’ eyes were shining as bright as the gems with a beam of sapphire. She ran forward, screaming the whole time. She managed to get to his side and started to tussle with him. He stumbled and fell into one of the pedestals. Samantha herself fell backwards down the three steps but stood up yet again.

Chris lifted up his head weakly on the floor. There was a gem right in front of him. He extended his hand and hovered above it.

But…Samantha said that he shouldn't.

“Please help me.”

“Who are you?” He whispered.

The energy wrapped itself around him. Encasing him in a warm blanket. “No. I…”

His hand dropped on the gem. “This… this one isn't meant for me.” He bent his head and dug his fingers into the back of his neck. Every muscle in his body seized up as primordial energy began to overload his soul and mind. He screamed in agony, and his body let out a burst of energy, which knocked Samantha to the floor. He raked his nails along his face, but despite the careless strength. Despite the blood trickling over his lips. The gouges didn't hurt at all. Pain was mortal.

“True, but no matter.” A voice said calmly in a corner of his mind. A voice he wasn't sure was his own or someone else’s.

“No. No, what have I done?” He felt pure dread, he might as well have slit his wrists in a tub. He didn't want to die.

Samantha covered her mouth in shock with her left hand but then found her right hand being dragged towards the Ruby on the remaining pedestal. She tried to fight it with her remaining ounce of will, but she was woefully unequipped, there was nothing physical about it. Divine command was at work. It landed on the sapphire and began to burn as the divine energy stripped away her skin. She let out feral screams as she tried to pull the hand away. She fell backwards, not far from Chris. She cracked her head against the floor, but the pain passed in a second. The lifeless rock rolled beside her.

“I can feel something growing inside me.” Those were the last words she heard, before her senses were extinguished. 

Chris twitched and writhed on the floor like a demented mantis. His face pressed up hard against the cold marble. He couldn't speak, he could barely think. Every nerve in his body was alight as he tried to absorb the energy forcing its way in. His eyes darted to his hands as he tried to remove them from the floor. They tensed and refused to move. He tried to shake his head as he saw his hands began to shrink and soften. The floor itself began to feel rougher and colder against his skin.

Whispers began to creep into the corners of his mind. They were cold and vicious, ancient and cunning. Ambitious.

“Why would anyone want to be a man?”

“What? I've always been one…”

“You can be the Queen...”

It didn’t even give him a chance to reply to the mental assault… it knew.

“Well. You haven't even tried it.” His own voice said cruelly. It went on, cutting him off from all sides.

“You don't need this body anymore.”

“You don't need this disgusting thing anymore. It's unsightly.”

“Beauty is the only virtue worth pursuing.”

He felt a gaping hole of depression opening up inside him. The kind known only to the suicidal. His body felt so wrong. Everything was in the wrong place. He needed to get out… or he needed to change. Images were conjured in his mind of the ancient oceans, seal women and sirens. Their skins a disposable sack for the creature within.

White hot light flashed out his eyes for a second and then a creeping sensation ran all over his skin. His pale English skin was washed with melanin, as it took on the olive-skinned appearance of the Mediterranean. Then it began to soften further, taking on a new feminine glow, one that only eternal youth could provide. His skeleton began to grind and erode as he dropped in height by nearly a half a foot. His chiselled jaw re-sculpted itself, taking on a more feminine curve. His hard-earned peak body began to melt away, leaving the slender, soft, undeveloped muscle of a female, he looked and felt like a teenager again, like some kind of eunuch freak. Vulnerable and unattractive.

He felt his hips begin to splay outwards making room for the coming of womanhood. His back arched as his rear began to fill out. Forming a tight and firm cushion. He liked it. Men would look. It demonstrated fitness, that he could dance and survive childbirth.

His short straight hair began to reshape at the roots, becoming a Medusan mess of curls before then lengthening down to the small of his back. A burning sensation worked its way through his scalp, and what little hair he had left on his body, as it changed colour from dirty blonde to a deep dark basalt brown.

His chaotic knot of thoughts tried to make sense of the insanity. Why was this happening to him? This wasn't fair. His hypercritical masculine mind, focus built through a lifetime of societal pressure, slowing confusing itself with the mind of a wilder and emotional woman.

“Shut up. I'm not emotional.” the honeyed voice said. Men just don't understand. They think only of themselves.

He slammed his right fist against the floor, screaming. His voice pitched up and down as if breaking and un-breaking.

His eyes clouded over like a prophet in the throes of premonition. Then they violently rolled to the back of his head as pain wracked his insides, as his organs began to rearrange slowly, not only to fit his new size, but to make room for a womb and ovaries. He let out an ugly harpy-like screech of pain from his shrinking Adam's apple, somewhere between man, woman and monster. His penis began to throb at the tip with immense pleasure, before a full load of his seed was expulsed onto the floor. Then another, and another, every last drop, until his testes were left like shrivelled grapes. The defeated sack grew taught. He whinged and babbled as he felt his penis shrinking bit by bit, as if woodcutter axes were biting away at a great Satyr oak. Finally, his penis pulled itself back into the emptiness opening up between his legs. To be forever forgotten. The lump of flesh repurposed itself into a clitoris. His new sex began to flower as the labial lips pushed open like petals. A perfect sex for a perfect body.

“No… no… where…where did it go?” He replied to himself out loud. His voice pitched straight up.

He involuntarily moaned in pleasure, but the moan sounded like it was coming from another person entirely. A strong seductive female voice emerged. The voice of a woman on the cusp of motherhood.

His entire body went cold as he struggled with pain he had never known. For a moment he thought he was about to die. His organs were being ripped away even further from each other. The invisible hand of the gods crushing them and moulding them. A canal rushed to bring his new womb and sex together. Ensnaring thoughts entered his mind as he mindless pushed two fingers between the folds.

I can feel… I have a womb now? I can... start a family?

That's not… I'm meant to be a Father, not a Mother. I penetrate, no, no, no. I don't get penetrated… but… yet… he could imagine it. More than imagine, it was if he already lived it. Thick fluid dripping down his lips. The feeling of hot seed deep inside, sliding down. The feeling of a life growing inside him, kicking and probing. The pride of a father’s hands rubbing his stomach. Hardening nipples began to rub against his loose shirt as breast buds began to form. They burned with heat as the areolae widened. He clenched his teeth and squirmed as the breasts begun to force their way out. It was time to become a complete woman. New flesh and organ began to knit together as they filled with milk and glands. The large breasts settled proudly on her chest. They were devoid of imperfection, just like the rest of her body.

When his cloudy eyes finally rolled back down the colour had changed from ocean blue to dark brown. His face began to twitch as parts of it were tucked and pulled. His cheeks and lips grew fuller. His eyes and eyelashes became more prominent.

His nose became smaller and straighter, taking on the proportions of a typical piece of Ancient Greek art. His nails grew sharp and catlike, just as she preferred. He tried to reclaim his old life; he tried to recall tender moments with Samantha. Their first few dates. The golden bar over-looking the Mediterranean Sea. The way she was looking at him those few seconds before he kissed her. All the flirty compliments about his muscles and fitness. His stubborn confidence. Their first few nights locked up in her artsy city studio, but… it seemed now all seemed utterly alien to him, his position was no longer one of dominance. At least… not in the bedroom.

Then she felt a final rush of adrenaline, self-gratification and pride, as the knowledge of eons, the pillars of experience grew foundations in his mind. Thousands upon thousands of events and images since the birth of the Greek civilisation. What was he doing here? Had she been sleeping? No… she had been hiding. Trying to preserve what was left. Why was she making it so hard on herself? It was time to return to the world. Why would he deny herself such sublimity? This humanity was a madness she thought she had long ago abandoned upon ascending.

She gripped her skull. Her wails echoed like the valleys of Parnassus. All the while she stumbled and crawled down the steps to the wall. She wasn't sure who or what she wanted. Memories of womanhood grew stronger by the moment. A childhood overlooking the sea. A lifetime in spent in front of mirrors and refinery. Dances on the plains in the firelight, as she whipped her body around in a frenzy. Men hollering all around her. The struggle. The patricide. Then the long days of labour as she birthed her children. The mortal women she had bonded with after punishing their wayward lovers. The marriages she oversaw and condoned. The passing of eons.

 

 

A few memories crystallized red in her mind. Her family and her husband. Her palace on Olympus. Her heartbeat quickened as she remembered that ancient war. Her entire family gone. Her monuments and temples gone. She had been too weak to repair them, too weak to even save herself. And so… the people forgot.

Then she remembered her own decision to bind herself away. In one sweeping move all of Chris’ old memories were cast into irrelevancy and it became clear that she was now Hera. Queen of the Gods. The transference was complete.

She clutched at her neck, at her breasts and then gently rested her hand on her forehead. One thing stood out amongst all others. The perfect form of Zeus. His corded neck and biceps. The inspiration for a hundred thousand statues, shrines and murals. There was no one in existence that could satisfy her quite like he could. No matter how many times they had fought. Mountains shattered, seas boiled, armies laid to waste on the battlefield. They always had their reunion. And most of the time, they ruled together.

Her sex became slick as she imagined making love to Zeus once again. The pleasures of the flesh. She desired only to embrace him one last time. Her hands slipped downwards and traced the lips of her sex. She watched with fascination across the room as the other woman was screaming and writhing. Her eyes bursting with Orchalium light. Her body metamorphosing into a form she recognised. It brought a wolfish smile to her lips… he was being reborn too. They had all once been mortal men and women. But they had become forces of nature once they found the gems. And it was to the gems they had to return, their essence preserved. To keep living, in some form or another. Samantha woke up on her right side. She gasped with horror at the transformation unfolding in front of her. Chris looked like he was in so much pain, and he was shrinking away, like the life was being sucked out of him.

Her ears began to ring, like a gong pounding… and she quickly became preoccupied with her own excruciating transformation. Her bones began to slowly grow and lengthen as her skeleton shifted and her skin slipped around it. She screamed as she felt her breasts rapidly shrink away. She patted her now flat chest frantically, the freedom and the feeling of weightlessness made her mind float for a moment before pain brought her back to reality. Her joints locked and popped out of place. Any onlooker would see a disturbing mess of broken bones and misshaped muscles. Some grew larger while others took longer to catch up.

She passed in and out of consciousness as her skull began expand and a new thick jaw cracked into place. It felt like like a buzzsaw cutting through the bone and the ringing in her head was inescapable. A deep voice muttered in the back of her head. It whispered to her only of status, dominance and command. Her willpower barely even mustered a defence. The promises were too intoxicating.

Her growing body ripped apart her clothes at the seams. She clenched her teeth as she reveled in the incredible power flowing through the developing limbs. Power she had been denied for so long due to an accident at birth. What a misfortune she had been born female.

Just a simple piece of equipment between her legs and she would have had a completely different life. She would have risen to the top of the food-chain. A solicitor, businessman, engineer. Not a fucking secretary or a pretty little primary school teacher. People would listen to her.

She began to burst into tears. No. She was happy with her body. Happy as a woman. Life wasn't like that anymore. And she wasn't obsessed with power or strength or war. She loved her boyfriend. This wasn't her.

Her sight was snatched from her, and she fumbled around in the darkness whimpering. Her green eyes went hard like marble, then with a blink, they turned an eerie azure colour. A tingling burning ran over her body as her rosy skin turned into a deep Mediterranean tan. Followed by prickly needles of hair, which sprung out over her chest, arms and legs.

She touched her groin and groaned with pleasure. It was like something desperately wanted to get out of her. She pushed on her sex and let out a masculine growl. Right now it sounded like a little boy trying to imitate his Father. She sounded pathetic. Then she felt it again. Something pulsing down below, she couldn't bend her head to look at it but as it grew she knew just what it was. It was her penis, her tail, her masculine pride. It was coming. In a twisted mockery of birth, her clitoris had begun to enlarge, growing out of her vagina to the size of a small penis. She frowns with disappointment. It was like a baby’s penis. She couldn't do anything with this, women would laugh… but then she felt more pressure coming from her groin.

“Yes! Grow! ” She thought. “This was what you always wanted. You just didn't know it.”

A pair of testicles swelled at the base of shaft and then gently dropped down. Their enormous size and sack plain to see. They began filling with sperm immediately. The micro-penis began to swell. She let out an involuntary dominant growl. It lengthened, until it hung brazenly over her sack. A horse cock was the only way to describe it. There was little trace she had ever been a woman now. New addictive masculine hormones began flooding her body, feeding off the memories of an ancient male existence.

She tried to remember her boyfriend. But every memory was being stripped of its contents. It's emotional worth, twisted and made mockery. Those moments with him on the trail and in the bedroom. How she had held small hands on his large chest. The moments she had sucked on his cock and pleasured him. But it seemed a cruelty to her now. She couldn't imagine herself with a man in the bedroom. She couldn't conceive of herself lying helpless and submissive beneath him, not anymore. She was no one’s bitch.

“He always underestimated you!”

Instead she imagined herself on top of him, his masculine features feminising into the face of a beautiful red-haired woman. Muscles shrinking away. She was already hard, she shoved her dick down her throat. Watching with satisfaction as he massaged it with her lips.

She felt the strength growing in her tense leg and arm muscles. Enough to break a man’s skull with her bare hands. To pin a woman down by the neck and…

Samantha cried with a mix of sadness and elation as she grabbed her cock with her now disgustingly large right hand. She needed to pleasure herself. She was so horny. She wanted to fuck something.

“Stab her! Penetrate her!”

Images of females flashed before her. A harem. They were three… no four, lying on the bed. They were in heat, and oh so eager for him. He could smell it. He could smell the moist gardens between their legs. Their wet cunts, drenched in their juices. He wanted to dominate them all. Tear them apart. Each in turn. Everything was so new him again. Their breasts were so soft and large. Even the gods couldn’t craft such a perfect form. He would cup them while taking the woman from behind. Wait.. no… she was a she… she.. no… he… how could he be a pathetic female after all? Who would want to have such a useless excuse for a body? Unable to challenge and defeat another man in combat. Not one of equal parity anyway. A tiny and meek voice told her that wasn't true. That it didn't have to be like that… but why would he listen to such an insignificant voice?

Women could be controlled and herded like cattle. They were suited only for breeding. They were emotional, weak-willed, and prone to fits. Any strong man could have his way with one. That was the way of the world. The mighty and the weak did what they willed. Women were pitiable. He chuckled inside, although, he was married to one of the few exceptions. Though, whether he had a choice in the matter was debatable.

Tartarus… fuck…. he needed to pin them down and fuck them. As he thought of all the women he could make his, he began to stroke his shaft faster. He let out a proper and heavy masculine groan. Now that sounded more like it.

In his mind he turned one dark haired woman around and forced his way inside her. She let out a squeal of delight. He rode her, he rode her hard. Her tits bounced up and down. Her thick ass stuck out like a petty slut’s.

One woman wasn't enough, however much he loved her. He caressed the bulging tits of one of the platinum blonde dream girls, while he thrust over and over into another. A loose droplet of milk leaked out from her excited right nipple. She held tightly onto the bed sheets, her face twisted from the pleasure. He went deeper and deeper, almost to her womb. She screamed and screamed in ecstasy, until finally, he spilled his seed into her, claiming her totally as his woman. He roared in victory, before tossing the woman to the side.

Poor bitch. Another bastard for Hera to despise. A wave of pleasure ran down his perfect tanned cock. Followed by an eruption of his divine seed. It hit the floor with a wet slap. He took in a few short starved breaths. He wanted more. A priestess, a barmaid, a queen, a princess. On the bed, on a table, against the wall. It didn't matter. No matter how he did it, how he got close to them. Once he saw something he liked, that was it. He wouldn't stop until every woman in the world had felt his cock inside them.

A second wave of memories began to overcome him. Memories of feuds, of titanic battles, endings and beginnings. The destinies of his progeny and their descendants. He realised how far they had fallen. How the old Zeus had failed in his campaign. Now that he was Zeus, they could reclaim their rightful positions. The mortals would quake. There were no Titans to ruin things… not anymore. And, if the other pantheons are still locked away…

 

 

As the high levels of testosterone dissipated, he began to calm down. He flipped around and pushed his enormous weight against the floor. His hands began to sink the marble as he tested it to it’s limit. He quickly drew back a fist and pounded the ground, going straight through each time. As he re-collected battles past, lightning began crackling through the air around him. He was powerful, un-defeatable. The King in Heaven. His authority was without question! Zeus was reborn.

She stood up with a wicked smile, reveling in her new body. Everything felt as it should be. She let out a chuckle of joy. Small flashes burnt out at the back of her mind …memories of being a man. Of growing up as a little boy. All the expectations and trials of manhood. A first date and kiss. But she no longer wanted to be a man. She was gorgeous after all. The alpha Female. The Goddess. Women worshiped her across the isles, across the world once. Not even that slut Aphrodite could compare.

She kicked off the jeans hanging round her feet and walked over to one of the old mirrors. One of her old mirrors. She waved off the dust with a brush of magic and smirked.

She ran her fingers through her ebony hair. Straightening it as she went. Her model face had not suffered from the metamorphosis. Her lips burned a lustful red. Her face rested on a confident, regal, perhaps cruel expression. The rest of her body was equally flawless, symmetrical and flowing. Her hips were wide, her legs long, and her healthy sex was on display.

 

 

She was wearing these strange clothes. How ridiculous they looked. They definitely weren't Greek. But then again… perhaps Greek... was out of fashion. Images of busy crossroads in cities across the new world were shown to her. She closed her eyes, searching her memories further, before finally opening them with a smirk. She snapped her fingers and waited as a purple silk dress began to materialise and fit tightly around her skin. Gold jewellery of all makes and origins appeared around her fingers and neck. Embedded and encrusted with the rarest gems known to man, and some not known. A C cup bra wrapped itself around her chest. They weren't the heifer tits that were beared by Aphrodite, but they gave her a certain freedom.

“Interesting.” She remarked as she fiddled around with the clasps.

She heard titanous footsteps behind her. It was her king, her tyrant.

He gripped her shoulders and sniffed at her neck. She smelt of Mandrogas. His beautiful wife who had been kept from him for so long. He looked into her doughy cow eyes. They contained endless detail. Perhaps just for now, he regretted his flings and affairs. He had truly taken her for granted.

“You're beautiful.” He said.

“Those are your first words?” She smirked as she rested the back of her head on his chest.

“They were a safe choice.” He replied.

With a firm twist he turned her towards him. His touch was penetrating. She looked down at his girth and cocked her head. She was flushed with sensations of the sword buried deep inside her.

“I think it's bigger this time.” She mused.

He opened his mouth to speak but Hera shushed him.

“As much as I wish to test it. For now… put on some clothes.”

“Humph. That's the last order I want to hear out of you today Hera.” He snapped his fingers and a modern vest displaying his huge muscles appeared. Followed by a pair of tight jeans. He fiddled with the belt at the top of the jeans.

“Gaia’s spirit. How do the mortals walk with these on?”

“I like them.” She said with a puff.

“A chiton is more practical.” He grumbled. “And the heat…”

“Well, change the weather if you don't like it. A thunderstorm would show the mortals who rules”

“Hah. They're not overly fond of them. I suppose they don't hide in caves with their sheep like the old days ”

She tilted her head forward in recognition.

“Shall we retire to Olympus then?”

The new Hera smiled as she stared into the eyes of the unconquerable Zeus. A cloud began to manifesting around them filled with powerful alien energies and whips of lightning crackling within. Then with a flash, they found themselves standing in the middle of an enormous complex. Pillars, fountains and all manner of finery lay around. All of the contents of the tomb had been returned to their rightful place. Cleaned of the dust and filth. Hera strode proudly through the main hall, directly to the two thrones. Zeus trailed behind, he looked around awestruck, trying to absorb both old memories and new sensations. They stood on a balcony looking out onto a magnificent gorge in an enormous cavern. Waterfalls ran down the staggered escarpments of the cavern walls. Down below, enormous fish and shadowy aquatic giants filled the pools. Contrary to popular belief, the Olympians lived at the under the mountain. Not at the top.

“I see the pond is flourishing at least.” He cracked a half-smile. A spectral light seemingly born from nowhere was everywhere in the palace.

Hera placed her hands on his shoulders and gracefully danced to his front.

“I don't sense the presence of any others. We are alone in the world.” She smiled.

“That's if they even managed to store their essence away in time. “ Zeus said , with a hint of cruel amusement.

“I'm sure the Egyptian snakes managed to slither away.” Hera grunted.

He took her hand and lead her to the bedchamber. There was no door, a reminder of the days when the palace was an open forum, as it were. The room smelled airy, like an open woodland grove and there was little decoration that was not vegetation.

He lifted off his vest and stood proudly. She admired his Taurean physique and smirked, a feeling of satisfaction washing over her. It looked fired, Imagined in the forges of the gods. Her mind swam with lustful thoughts. His imagined fingers roughly having their way with her folds. She felt the churning wetness in her essence. 

 

 

 

“I think you may have lost some muscle. Could you even perform right now?”

He let out an amused grunt. Every sensation in this body was new and improved. He was tired of playing, he had to try it out.

“For days.”

“Shall we prove that hypothesis?” She smirked sensually.

He wasted no time. He pulled her inwards, turned her around and slipped his hands under her dress. He rubbed the outside of her breasts, slowly moving to her erect nipples. He pinched and rubbed She moaned and pushed her backside against his groin. Then with a playful roar. He pushed her forward onto the bed.

He wasted no time skewering her. She was already soaking, and she was plenty ready to take him. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She felt her vagina being stretched to its limits, this was about as much as a human could handle. The rough and veiny ridges of the penis massaged her insides and murmurs of pleasure began to ripple through her body.His rhythm built and she let out a few stuttering squeals. He was stabbing deeper deeper into her insides. Gutting, wounding stabs in her second mouth.

A itching thought clawed it's way out the grave at the back of her mind. That this wasn't right, that her body wasn't right. She was trapped. But it seemed a ridiculous notion that she could be trapped. She had worn many forms over the ages, and she always came back to this one. He groaned with each pull of the foreskin as it snapped further and further back, the glans tensing with excitement. Wetness trickled out like the slaver of a rabid dog. He was ready to burst. Once she was pregnant, a new age would rejuvenate Gaia. Put itself upon Gaia. Pulses of pleasure were firing down his cock. He needed to fill her now.

“Deeper! Push! I want more! You call yourself a king?” She screamed.

Hera’s vision began to blur as she felt waves of pleasure running up and down her body. The fleshy spear was beginning to drip pre-cum down her insides. She tensed the muscles of her sex in response as if trying to suck it up. Zeus put his hands behind his head and took more of the lead. Riding her like the Taurus across the heavens. In the past he had injured the mortals he had made love to. Injuries both physical and of the soul. Now he once again had a lover who could take him. Support him. The loneliness had been unbearable.

Her head shook uncontrollably as the moment arrived. Every vein coursed like a lightning rod of pleasure. Her mind went back and forth between complete absence and pure bliss. There was ambrosia and hidden spells that could produce similar effects. But there was something about the humanity of sex she still enjoyed. Zeus tensed his body as he prepared to guide his own long-awaited orgasm. He held back for a few seconds and then let go inside of her. He let out an awesome roar that was enough the shake the pillars and foundations. By the sixth time they made Hera thought he was going to bring down the place around them.

As she basked in another afterglow, she looked down and cursed her husband. She had nearly forgiven his past affairs. Why was she not enough for him? Once his new family was here. Would he simply abandon her again?

“I'm eager to see how the mortals have developed.” His gaze looked off into the distance.

“Ugh. What of the mortals? Forget about them. Can we not spend time somewhere else? There are other worlds you know.” She said, casting an annoyed look to the side.

“You know they are the only game worth playing Hera. Their actions are endlessly fascinating.”

“Yes. They are amusing to toy with. That I agree with.”

Her gaze snapped to look at him. Her face taking an almost serpent-like visage.

“And you'll leave the women of Gaia alone?… Right?”

“Of course dear.” He put on the straightest face he possibly could.

She smiled. Bastard. But he is what he is.

“So should we introduce ourselves?” She tilted her head ever so slightly.

“Indeed. We've wasted eons, haven't we?”