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ZEUS (Origin Story)

"WHAT THE FUCK?" A voice shouts at me from behind, where there had been no one. I whirl around, ready to defend myself, though I have no weapon but the plow in my hands.

I am stunned -- it is a beautiful woman, with perfect face and radiant black hair, dressed in a silk robe with gold and silver embroidery. I knew of a woman's power to be beautiful, but I had never imagined a woman could be this beautiful.

The plow in my hand, raised as a weapon, now feels silly. If she is a danger -- and she may be that -- I could not use it a weapon upon her. I lower my arm. Where did she even come from? I was alone in my field.

She waits for me to find my tongue, then loses patience and says, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She feels a right to be angry with me, though for no reason I can see. Her question seems real, as if there should be some answer beyond the obvious. But I do not understand her question either and can tell her only what she already sees. "Plowing."

She stomps her foot, still angry with me. "I can see you're plowing. What are you doing here?"

I look around. This is my farm. It is spring and the ground needs plowing. Where else would I be? I want to please her, but I do not know how. "I do not know what you are asking of me, Goddess." She surely must be one of the Goddesses from Mt. Olympus.

She points an angry finger at me. I must admit, she is beautiful when she is angry. "You're too strong to be working a farm." I like how her eyes sparkle and her voice is firm.

I am strong, compared to all other men. But this is a farm, and I have spent many hours wishing I was stronger. "It takes much strength to work this farm." I look at her smooth hands with no calluses. She does no physical work.

"You're too powerful to be working a farm."

Again I look around. I see no signs of my power. There is a plow in my hands, dirt on my boots, sweat on my face and neck. And a beautiful Goddess standing in my field, asking me questions I cannot see the purpose of, and angry at me for reasons I still cannot understand.

"Can you make yourself bigger?" she asks.

I take as much air as I can into my lungs, hold out my chest as far as I can, and stand as tall as I can. My effort earns me only giggles.

"What's your name, big guy?"

"Zeus."

She thinks about this. "I never heard of you. I'm Aphrodite, but the way."

I make a quick kneel and then return to standing "You are the Goddess of Beauty," I say, attempting to show off my meager knowledge of the Gods and their ways.

She wags her head back and forth. "Close. I prefer to think of myself as the Goddess of Love." She shrugs and adds, "But that's too fine of distinction for most men."

I do not see the difference.

She continues, "You really should be bigger. And stronger. I can feel it. Could you be a God?"

"I am sorry." My attempts to become bigger met only laughter.

"Are you sure? You've never been a God?"

Women have called me that, but only as an idle compliment following their pleasure. "No, Aphrodite. I am just a farmer."

"Well, that's hard to believe." She looks around, as if there might be more to see than my farm. There is not.

Women easily confuse me, and she is no exception. I can think of no answer to her observation except to shrug. This conversation has no direction that I can see, and my field needs plowing, but she is exceedingly beautiful and I cannot look away from her.

"Well, let's see if we can find your inner God." She leans forward, holds my head between her delicate hands, and then kisses me on my lips. I should be so surprised that I cannot think, but instead my mind is sharp with the sensations of her and our kiss -- she has normal lips, neither hotter or colder than what I might expect. As I would have expected, her lips are soft. I like how they quiver as she kisses me.

It was just a kiss, but she is very beautiful. I find myself swelling with pride and excitement.

She pulls her head back, looking me in the eye. "Oh my," she says with surprise.

As I look at her, I can see everything growing smaller to my sight. All of Greece cannot be shrinking, so I must be growing larger, which is how I feel. She grows with me, so she is still standing to the height of my mouth. But my plow has gone small in my hands.

"Protect me," she says.

I fill with the desire to protect her. I imagine sacrificing my life to save hers, and I fill with pride. I offer willingly, "I will protect you."

Again I grow larger. She grows larger with me, but the plow is now the same size as my hand. She is transforming me. I do not believe I could stop her if I had I the desire. I do not have that desire.

She takes my hand in hers and I feel her warm skin and sense her determination. She places my hand on her left breast. I am filled with even more desire than this large body can hold, and I ache with the desire to make her happy.

And I again grow larger. I am the size of my farmhouse. I can feel my member also growing larger. And stronger.

She looks up at me, her eyes shining and her mouth so earnest. "Support me and encourage me."

"I will, Goddess." I wish I had even more power, so I could do that. And again I grow larger, to meet her need and my desire to fill it.

We start to lift off the ground, as though I am as light as the air. Or perhaps the ground is moving away from us.

She now presses her body against me. She can surely feel my member against her, though her face shows no signs of that. She says, "Be there for me when I am lonely."

As I nod my assent, the ground disappears, everything except us disappears, and we are in our own world. There are several suns, and even more rainbows. A warm breeze blows on my face, coming from where I do not know, and it rustles her robe.

I look at her. She is beautiful enough to tie my tongue in knots and make me quake in my boots. But I am suddenly filled with a confidence I have never known. I take her in my arms and kiss her.

Our kiss is long and passionate. When I finally let her pull away, she can, in a husky voice, say only "Zeus." She now says my name with awe.

I begin to touch her, owning her body with my hands, making her sigh with pleasure. I ask, "Is this what it is like to be one of the Gods or Goddesses?"

She looks around at the suns and rainbows surrounding us in space. "I have felt this. But never this much, never this strongly." She tells me this also with awe. As I realize the pleasure I have given her, I feel my confidence growing. Perhaps out bodies have again become larger, but there is nothing to compare myself to, and size has become unimportant in the world we inhabit.

She asks me, "Is this what it is like to be a woman?"

I again do not understand her question. "You are beautiful. Surely you have experienced this as often as you desired." When my fingers reach the center of her womanhood, she gasps at my touch.

She struggles to explain, "My beauty has earned me only power. Never desire for a man."

I stop time. I create a lute player to play music for us. I want this woman. I feel my normal urge to possess a woman and find my satisfaction in her body, except that urge has become as large as my body.

"Enough desire to birth my children?" I place my hands on her hips, just as she once placed her hands on each side of my head.

She smiles at me and admits, "Even that."

Our pact is complete. I feel myself growing still larger and more powerful.

She informs me, "You cannot go back. I am sorry I have taken you from your life."

"I do not want to go back. I now feel like I am truly myself."

"Good."

I make the surrounding sky impossibly bright, so I can feel my power. But then I see it hurts her eyes, so I make it less bright. I can still see every fine hair on her body, every pore. I can see the bumps around her erect nipples. I can smell her skin, her hair, her sweat, and her oils.

I ask, "So I will forevermore be this large?"

She nods, then she reaches out and touches my member, which is stiff and standing up for her. "But I can make this smaller."

I smile. "I like how you have made it larger."

"That's just the first half of the deal. Fuck me, Zeus."

As she has requested -- and as I need -- I slide my member into her. She is tight, compared to the women I have slept with in the nearby village. Her face grimaces, but before I can pull away to avoid hurting her further, she wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me close. She desires me as much as I desire her.

As my member plunges fully into her, I become the wise Buddha, the loving Jesus, the caring Earth Mother, and the powerful Thor. The thunder that surrounds us is not loud enough to drown out her high-pitched shouts of joy and my growling shouts of need.

Her beauty forces me to see her as a Goddess. But as I thrust into her again and again, I am also forced to see her as a woman. Her eyes close and her face is happy. Every new place I touch brings a smile of delight.

And then her need becomes stronger, and my need becomes stronger;her face fills with the desire of wanting me, as if she is in pain not to yet have my seed inside her and to feel her release.

As she begins screaming my name with pleasure, my entire body clenches and I release all of my seed inside her. And that again transforms me. As I have conquered her body, she has conquered me -- I want to earn her trust and appreciation.

She hugs me. "I am never letting you go."

That is not practical of course, but I understand what she is saying – I too have conquered her mind. But I will take care of this woman, her need for me is well-placed. With her by my side, I can be a God.