Jonathan had always had a love of the culture of the Ancient Greeks, specifically Greek mythology. He had grown up being read the familiar myths out of a worn storybook, then had fallen in love with Homer’s the Odyssey when he read both of the ancient philosophers epic poems. From there it had spiraled out into collage, where he studied Greek literature and architecture and discovered his passion and Career, archeology specifically Greek archeology. He now did moderately well for himself now as the associate curator of a smaller museum.
Unfortunately his almost obnoxious interest in his work led to him being perceived as odd or, as his ex-girlfriend accused, a paganistic devout. It probably didn’t help that he worked long hours at the museum by choice and occasionally taught night classes on Hellenistic culture. When he was home he would be finishing work assignments or reading his worn copies of Greek literature. His home was a shrine to the ancient people, his furniture was historically accurate Greek furniture and every surface or shelf was covered in books, trinkets, and even small common artifacts.
One late afternoon, he was unboxing the latest shipments of artifacts and objects to be displayed. When he got to the bottom of one of the stacks of boxes he found a curious piece he didn’t remember ordering. It was a medal disk about as large as his hand. Carved unto one side was a ranging eagle and the inscription reading: Ζεύς, the Ancient Greek word for Zeus.
Now if Johnathan has to pick a favorite subject within his field, it was easily the ancient pantheon, especially Zeus. He was fascinated by the gods, but Zeus was his favorite, sure he had his flaws but he ruled the skies with might and power. He had written many papers on the positive effects the worship of the gods had for the Greeks, citing their advanced understanding of the world and the influence they still had in culture today.
He picked up the plate-like object, wondering what it was. In all his years he had never come across something like this before. Was it a plate, an ancient sign of sort, or most likely a modern object made to appear ancient. He examined it with care, on the other side was a thin bust of the king of gods himself. It seemed decidedly thick and was heavier than it appeared.
All the sudden he heard to great voice, “my chosen,” it boomed, “you have been honored by the gods to be chosen”
“What,” his curiosity replaced by fear as he tried to move but found his body unresponsive. He asked fearfully, “who are you”
The disembodied voice let out a booming laugh, “why child, I am who you call to, who you devote yourself to. I am Zeus, master of the skies, ruler of the gods and king of Olympus”
“That’s not possible, you're not real. Even if you were, why are you here now?”
“Child, it is not your place to question the will of the gods. But I shall humor you for you have served me well. We have never vanished Johnathan, just been waiting for the time of the prophecy. Watching your world change and grow; wars, revolutions, and death we have watched. But now it is time to end all that and bring forth the new age and you Johnathan shall be my herald." The last part said with some amount of grace as if Johnathan was honored by this weird little acid trip he was on.
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real” he told himself desperately.
The voice of Zeus started to lose patience, “what do you have to lose mortal, if I am not real then what do you have to lose. You have honored us so you have been rewarded by being chosen”
“Fine,” Johnathan replied, “but what does that mean, chosen"
“You shall lead my people, warn the world of our return and bring them to worship me”
“Yes, Johnathan, just so. But you will be blessed, immortalized as demigod”
“Fine, whatever,” he couldn’t admit the secret thrill that went through him at the word “demigod” despite his fear his dreams were coming true, the gods were real and he was to be half god.”
“Excellent, my servant, it is time. Rub my symbol and we shall begin to mold you into my prophet.”
Johnathan reached out and rubbed his hand on the side bearing the eagle, after a few seconds of rubbing in a semicircular motion his body went numb, unable to move.
Zeus spoke with a commanding tone, “you are to be the heir of Zeus. You will be immortal in your devotion to me forever”
Johnathan felt a queer feeling in his body, a rushing sensation, as unknown to him the blood in his veins changed from red to a deep gold. A faint shimmer was now visible where his thin pale skin showed his veins. He felt good, miraculously good, every ache and pain was gone, even the faint runny nose he’d had for weeks had cleared. His mind felt sharper as his thoughts began to move in a different direction, a deep devotion beginning to grow for his lord Zeus. He started wondering how to please him and grow his following.
“My heir shall have strength worthy of my name,” the voice of Zeus commanded.
Johnathan’s body instantly began to grow. First his arms flowed with power. Powerful tendons now run down his arms as his biceps and triceps grow. Hard muscle forming unto the curve of his shoulder running down to his hands. His formerly delicate artifact handling hands reformed, growing into massive meaty mits. His arms now looked to be better suited to a bodybuilder than a museum curator.
Next, his torso began to bulk tremendously. Johnathan had never taken the time to develop his body, evidenced most prominently by his pudgy beer belly and soft moobs. This quickly became a thing of the past as his shoulders grew outwards and his spin cracked as it lengthened to make him much taller. His sad looking pactorals grow into hard globes of muscle, his belly shrunk into his chest as rippling abs popped into place. The saggy flesh left tightened as his body fat melted away. His shirt, stretched to its limits, finally burst in an explosive fashion when he unconsciously flexed his new arm.
The transformation flowed down into his legs. Shaped, as if by weeks, months, more like years of running and pumping iron, instantly. His thighs thickened into massive tree trunk legs, pushing his work pants to their limits. Claves toned to muscular perfection and quads the size of a football popped into place. His legs stretched out making his final height around 6’3”. Finally his feet grow as his shoes burst to accommodate the new massive stompers. They plateaued at a final size 15, still thickening in girth. His toes splayed as they grew chunky, each with a large well maintained nail.
“My strength becomes you, child. You must have beauty in my name as well.”
Johnathan’s body began to change even more, worthy of Zeus as he said. His skin glowing brightly, began to darken and as the light faded his body was now a perfect golden tan. No tan lines showed on his dark skin, like he had baked in the sun nude for days. He felt an odd itching sensation that was the hair on his body shedding, dropping to the ground in whisking tuffets. The hair on his head didn’t vanish but lightened to a pale flaxen gold. The sides shaved themselves as if by an invisible razor and the top spiked itself to the right of his golden head. He rubbed his jaw lightly as he heard a cracking sensation. His jaw reformed from a lumpy double chin to a strong set jawline. His other facial sharpened to match, a strong nose and plump lips forming. Finally a faint sheen glazed over his body, like had been dipped, by his ankle, in oil.
Zeus, clearly pleased thus far, issued his next command , “You must believe in the standards of my rule, you are to be my Conqueror, both in rule and in bed”
Johnathan felt a quick, sharp blow below his belt. Followed intensely by a pleasurable haze. His formerly average dick grew to be of godly proportions. His poach aching as it filled with youthful hormones and golden sperm. The mixing happening in his testicles caused him to moan in pleasure.
His mind began to fill with obscene images and strong thoughts. They created a need to seed. Telling him to breed, and conquer in the name of his great lord Zeus. His ideas of the perfect intellectual girl vanished changing into any women eager to serve him, leaving some room for newly developed interest in guys, ass presented to Johnathan like a gift. His advanced knowledge and skill set vanished in favor of images of wet holes. Ass or vigina didn’t matter. He no longer had a type. If it was human(or not) and it had a hole, it was his job to fill it, plant something in it.
“Yes, my chosen, you understand the call of Zeus,” Zeus said boomingly, “now you must understand the role you have to play”.
Johnathan’s intellect took another plunge as his brain filled with the words of Zeus. Telling him his sacred duty to make others like him and grow his master following. He knew now his true purpose, convert the unbelievers or the shall perish when the gods return soon. He felt something in his chest as he thought of showing more the pleasure of serving lord Zeus, his lord was the greatest master ever. It was Johnathan’s greatest pleasure in life to serve him, every command from Zeus was like sweet honey for him. Everything his lord says was law and he felt so so so proud he was Zeus' earthly commander.
“You must go, son, convert your family, show them the truth of my power. Lead them to me. Begin to grow my followers for it is almost time for the reckoning of gods,” Zeus spoke one final time as his voice grew distant, the plaque vanishing as well.
Johnathan stood feeling glorious in his new strength and power. He headed out the door to find his first convert. For the gods were returning and when they did the ones who followed them would be blessed.
(New series, super exciting!! I’ve always loved Greek mythology and I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s finally ready; the first batch will be the three brothers of the original six Olympians. I will probably work my way through the whole of the olympians gradually, in batches most likely)
