#gdhsgs

but also feel absolutely free to ignore, I don’t mind :D

⚠️ 4 kidnapping, dubious consent, force feminisation, age difference (spoiler Ody’s’ in his early twenties here), some Dumbification / Bimbofication(?), non consensual body modifications (intersex body modifications),

It’s simple: a young king Odysseus, who is unfortunately a young hot pretty breedable guy, is Poseidon & Zeus’s fuck toy, whisked up to Olympus after taking a stroll to clear his head, and taken away from his former life forever…

while Odysseus was very much concerned about his situation at first, he quickly (and delightfully to the brothers) is overwhelmed by the pleasure brought down on him by divine bodies…

And if he wasn’t already overstimulated enough, the gods decide to also bestow some ‘modifications’ onto his body for the foreseeable future for his role as their new Mortal Plaything / Pet.

They give Ody’ a pussy + lactating tits :)

Odysseus is almost immediately blown away by this new pleasure, and most to all worries and in general thoughts of home are shoved aside, deep down into a corner of the young king’s mind, in favour of singing his lords praises as they take turns plowing into his new clit and filling him with their godly seed.

Stripped of his royal attire and status (save his beloved cloak), Odysseus spends many years spreading his legs for the Gods of the Sky and Sea and carrying various children of theirs (loving them all, despite how inhuman some of them turn out to be, both physically and mentally the Monster is still deep inside Ody’ somewhere), moaning and mewling and crying and screaming for his lords, making their respective egos grow more and more with every round of passion.

Things were comfy and nice this life Ody’s’ lived, until he came across the Grey-Eyed Goddess one sunny morning in one of Olympus’ gardens.

He showed his respect to the fullest in the encounter yet she still looked horrified at his appearance, but he bites his tongue and doesn't ask why.

That is until he wakes up the next day NOT in his bed with his lords warmth wrapped tightly around him, but to the wide amused grin hiding concern (why???) the Messenger of The Gods and…

“Lady Athena…!?!” he shifts, a little awkward at the realisation he still doesn’t have anything covering him but a blanket in the presence of the War Goddess.

“Hello…Odysseus”

it’s sounded like it made Grey-Eyed Athena to say his name.

“we have much to catch up on.”