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Odysseus didn’t really know why everyone he met in his journey home wanted to fuck him. He was a married man and was actually one that was loyal to his wife. He didn’t sleep around no matter how many threw themselves at him. The king was able to avoid all of them…that was until the gods got involved.
He couldn’t avoid Zeus who wasn’t one to take no for an answer. When the god of thunder stepped onto his boat, Odysseus knew he was in for some trouble. His crew was starving and took some cows that shouldn’t have been killed. He wasn’t given any of the food as he was tied up with a wound to his side from a mutiny and now he was the one Zeus demanded as payment for the cows.
Odysseus wanted to say no with every fiber of his being but that meant the rest of his crew would die and he couldn’t allow that to happen. It was already too hard to sleep as it was, he didn’t need to add more screams to his dreams. Odysseus offered himself to the god of lightning who towered over the little king.
“Smart choice,” Zeus smirked as he reached out and grabbed Odysseus’s arm and pulled him close.
“Please not in front of them,” Odysseus pleaded, hoping to hold onto some form of dignity.
“Oh little king, let’s give them a show,” Zeus replied which had Odysseus’s heart dropping into his stomach.
Zeus held the king of Ithaca up by his arms in one of the god of lightening’s hands while the other ripped off Odysseus’s clothes. He hated being exposed like this in front of his brothers in arms and it only got worse when Zeus used his hand to push apart Odysseus’s legs and press his finger against the little king’s opening.
“Please no…not dry,” Odysseus pleaded, knowing it was going to get worse if Zeus just showed his fingers into his unprepared hole.
“You’ll be able to handle it,” Zeus continued before pushing one of his fingers inside the mortal. Odysseus screamed as he was penetrated. The finger was pushed deep inside him before a second one joined the first.
Odysseus tried to hold back his tears but it became increasingly harder when a third finger forced him open. If he was being torn up with just Zeus’s fingers, he hated to think what the god’s cock would feel like inside of him. A whimper escaped his lips when the fingers were removed. He snapped his eyes shut as he felt his legs being pulled up and Zeus’s cock pressing against his hole.
Zeus pushed in and Odysseus screamed some more. He felt like his insides were being rearranged by the huge cock, his stomach bulging as he was being pushed down on it. Odysseus didn’t know that this was how he was going to die, being split open on a god’s cock. More tears rolled down his face as the cock pulled out of him just to slam back in. The mighty Odysseus was rendered to nothing more than a toy in Zeus’s presence, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He couldn’t even see what his crew looked like as they watched their king get thoroughly fucked. Honestly, he didn’t want to know as he felt Zeus began to fully sheath inside him.
Zeus began to fill Odysseus up with his seed, expanding the king’s stomach like a balloon. He felt like cum was going to fly out of his mouth but instead it was all trapped inside of him. When Zeus pulled out of the little king, nothing spilled out and Odysseus felt like throwing up.
“Enjoy my little gift,” Zeus stated before dropping him onto the ship. Odysseus whimpered as the god of lightning disappeared, not before providing the crew with plenty of food, water, and wine.
Odysseus’s crew was beyond ecstatic to have the ‘good’ stuff but their poor king couldn’t even enjoy it. Zeus’s ‘gift’ was more like a curse. His stomach was too full to eat or even drink anything but at least he wasn’t suffering from hunger or thirst. His wound was healed but his stomach was in a constant state of being bloated. He wouldn’t be able to fight like this. To make matters worse, his supposed brothers in arms had no problem devouring the food in front of him, not caring that their captain who just saved their lives couldn’t eat a piece of it.
Eurylochus was at least kind enough to try and give him some wine, but it only caused him to cough and spit it up. The trip home was a lot smoother with Zeus’s ‘gift’ though, so Odysseus was trying his best to think of the positives. It might have taken a few months, but they were reaching their shores. The crew was ecstatic and threw a massive party while Odysseus sat at the back of the ship, still not being able to eat or drink anything. He had his eyes closed as it seemed like Zeus was even able to silence the screams in his head. He guessed that it wasn’t that hard for Zeus to speak with Hypnos to give Odysseus pleasant dreams to at least allow him to rest even when he constantly felt the fullness of his stomach.
As his crew partied, storm clouds began to gather which the crew didn’t really pay attention to until it started to rain. The crew got a little nervous when the water began to swirl, creating a body that could only belong to Poseidon. This was enough for Odysseus to wake up as his crew got into a full-blown panic. The waves were getting so high that it was threatening to capsize the boat.
“There you are, coward,” Poseidon began as he looked down at the boat and noticed Odysseus. He was about to go into his whole threatening dialogue about how he was going to kill the king of Ithaca but then he caught sight of the king. “What the hell happened?” Poseidon couldn’t help but ask when he noticed the round stomach that Odysseus was sporting almost like he was pregnant. Odysseus had wobbled to the front of the boat and was standing on shaking legs, walking was so hard with the extra weight. He looked extremely nervous as he was in no position to do anything against the sea god.
“Z-Zeus,’ Odysseus muttered, and he didn’t need to say anything else as a look of clarity appeared on Poseidon’s face.
“Ah, so my brother decided to deal with you first. So typical him,” Poseidon huffed before he reached forward and grabbed Odysseus around his waist. “But two can play at that game.”
“Oh great Poseidon please forgive-” Odysseus began to apologize before he was cut off when the god of the sea began to squeeze Odysseus like a grape. “AAAHHHHH!!!!” he screamed as he felt like he was getting crushed. Almost like a cork was popped, the cum that was stored in Odysseus’s guts began to squirt out of him and rain down on his crew on the boat. This was the relief that Odysseus needed as he no longer felt the pressure of Poseidon crushing him. His stomach returned to its normal shape and the king of Ithaca let out a moan of relief as he hung limply in the god of the sea’s hand.
“Do not relax too early, little king,” Poseidon stated which had Odysseus looking up at the sea god. He wanted to plead for mercy but he found that no sound could escape his lips. “I will still have my vengeance, but I have changed my mind on how.” Poseidon then turned towards the Greeks in the boats. “I will be borrowing your king,” Poseidon stated before sinking into the sea.
Odysseus didn’t feel like he was drowning as water rushed passed him as he was dragged all the way to Poseidon’s palace. He guessed that he passed out on the journey because when he awoke, he was on a soft bed. His hands were tied above him on the headboard but he was still wearing his chiton which gave him a little sense of comfort even though the position he was in could really only mean one thing. No sooner was Odysseus awake than Poseidon entered the room, looking a lot smaller than he did on the boat. He was more like 8ft tall instead of 30ft as he walked over to the bed.
“Finally awake,” Poseidon smirked as he looked down at the bound king who squirmed on the bed.
“What do you want with me, Poseidon?” Odysseus asked as he tried to sound confident, but he could do nothing to hide his nervousness.
“Well, to destroy your dignity and pride,” Poseidon said with a shrug. “I see that Zeus tried but you could justify it as pure torture. I want you to enjoy it, to be so full of pleasure that your brain will be lost.”
Odysseus gulped before he felt Poseidon’s hands trailing up his leg to grab the bottom of his chiton. It was ripped off of the king’s body, leaving him bare. With no way to cover his privates, he tried to cross his legs to do anything to hide his nudity.
“No need to hide, boy. I will see it all soon enough,” Poseidon snickered before reaching into a bag that was tied to his side and pulled out what appeared to be a blue blob. “Let’s get started.”
The blob was carelessly tossed onto Odysseus’s stomach before it began to expand downwards towards his crotch and upward towards his neck. It felt extremely cold and slime-like as it brushed across Odysseus’s nipples. As it rolled across his nubs, Odysseus tried not to gasp as it seemed to be sucking on them, pulling and tugging on them until the area became red. It didn’t feel bad, however. It actually felt extremely good as Odysseus felt his body arch into the touch. The sea god watched on as the aphrodisiac took effect from the slime pet that he got from Aphrodite. It was designed to drive even Zeus mad with lust but that actually wasn’t that hard to do. It certainly would make a touch-starved king mad.
“No, stop,” Odysseus cried as he felt his cock harden from just his nipples being played with. He tried to do whatever he could to dislodge the slime, but he was in no position to fight back. The king of Ithaca felt so close to cumming but he tried to hold back as Poseidon sat down in a chair by the bed to watch. He couldn’t wait to see the king fully descend into madness and he didn’t have to lift a finger. Of course this was just the beginning as the slime traveled up to Odysseus’s mouth, quickly darting in as another scream was forced out of the bound king’s mouth.
It pushed his mouth open and went deep. The slime was still very cold but surprisingly it didn’t choke him. It didn’t even taste nasty but tasted like the freshest wine that his crew was devouring in front of him while he couldn’t have a drop of it. The slime pushed deep into his throat, forcing his mouth open even wider. Odysseus’s eyes were blown wide as he thrashed against the bed. The slime decided to grip onto the king’s legs and force them apart, halting anymore of Odysseus’s movements.
‘Please enough,’ Odysseus thought since he could no longer speak with drool spilling from his mouth.
From where Poseidon was sitting, he got a good view of Odysseus’s hole that hadn’t been used since Zeus filled him with his seed. It definitely needed some cleaning after Zeus used it and the slime would be perfect for it. The slime didn’t waste time teasing the king as it began to push itself into Odysseus’s ass causing another muffled scream to escape the bound king’s mouth but it sound it more like a moan especially when Odysseus’s cock seemed to jump in excitement.
The slime was translucent enough that Poseidon could easily see the inside of the king as the creature went deeper into Odysseus. The poor king never felt anything like this before as slime actually felt good as it traveled inside of him. He snapped his eyes shut when he felt the slime brush against his prostate causing a muffled moan to leave his lips. With Zeus, all the king could feel was pain as his insides were rearranged to accommodate Zeus’s cock that the god of lightening didn’t even try to make bearable for Odysseus. But this was different…as his insides were pushed opened but it was leaving a trail of pleasure that Odysseus didn’t know how to process.
He was used to suffering with so much pain and living through it but this was so different. Odysseus felt his body relax and the slime wasn’t actually fighting him to go deeper, it was almost like the king was inviting it in himself. The moans were freely escaping his lips now as Odysseus was lost in a dazed. He lost a bit of time as he slime just moved inside his mouth and his ass while still pulling and tugging on his nipples.
“Enjoying yourself boy?” Poseidon suddenly spoke up as he watched all the fight leave the king. “I guess it’s time for the main event.”
With a snap of his fingers, the slime removed itself from Odysseus’s body. It exited out of his mouth and ass before trailing down his body and disappearing under the bed. Odysseus wasn’t expecting this as a whimper escaped his lips at the loss of pleasure.
“Don’t worry, needy king,” Poseidon chuckled as he rose from the chair and removed his clothes. “I will fill you soon.”
That statement should of filled Odysseus with dread but all the king could do was lick his lips at the sight of Poseidon’s cock and spread his legs as if to invite the sea god in. The sea god continued to chuckle as he moved closer to the bed and climbed on. He untied Odysseus from the headboard just to retie his arms behind his back. The king of Ithaca didn’t realize the position he was in as the sea god lifted him up by his waist before pushing him down on Poseidon’s cock. Odysseus’s eyes shot open as he felt the warmth of the god of the sea.
It filled him deep as a silent scream escaped his lips. His mouth fell open as his back arched and he felt his toes curled. The slime did its job as Poseidon felt no resistance as Odysseus took all of him. His belly bulged a little as the king of the sea lifted up the king and slammed him back down on Poseidon’s cock. The speed increased as Odysseus was bounce up and down on the god of the sea. Odysseus’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull as pleasure engulfed his body and he couldn’t hold back anymore as his seed splashed between their two bodies.
“Shall I milk you dry, boy?” Poseidon asked as Odysseus’s body went limp and his breathing became heavier. The king of Ithaca couldn’t form a response as he was turned around on the cock and pushed onto the bed.
Another hard thrust forced Odysseus to rock against the bed and his face to squish against the sheets. Poseidon continued to thrust deeper into Odysseus while the king was forced to let out moans and squeals of pleasure. He couldn’t grip anything, with his hands behind his back, so he could only turn his head to breath easier as he was fucked into the bed. When his prostate was hit, the king of Ithaca was seeing white as he came again. His seed splashed onto the bed but Poseidon didn’t stop. He continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Odysseus as the king began to whimper and whine.
“Please no more,” he begged, not sure that his body could handle anymore.
“Only twice and you are done?” Poseidon taunted, “Your wife would be so disappointed after waiting for so long.”
Odysseus wished that he could glare at Poseidon for that but his prostate was hit again and he saw stars. More drool spilled from Odysseus’s lips as he felt like he was getting close again. He didn’t want to cum again while being speared by Poseidon but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Hours passed with Poseidon changing position while still engulfing Odysseus in intense pleasure. The poor king wasn’t allowed to pass out and his brain could only focus on the cock that was currently drilling him. He lost track of how many times Poseidon sent him over the edge but it came to the point that nothing came out anymore and it began to hurt. Tears began to spill from his eyes as broken pleads came out of his mouth. At one point, he was even begging for forgiveness which had Poseidon laughing.
“Maybe I can forgive you for hurting my son,” Poseidon stated as his body got larger, thus the cock spearing Odysseus began to grow inside him. “But you should still be punished.”
Odysseus thought he had already been punished enough but the king of the sea apparently thought it still wasn’t enough. What more could he do to appease these gods? The answer came shortly after as he was pinned to the bed with his legs pulled up towards his head and Poseidon’s face so close to his.
“Now be filled,” Poseidon commanded as he finally released his load deep within the poor king. Like with Zeus, Odysseus’s belly became bloated as it was filled with Poseidon’s seed. Once again, Odysseus was stuffed with the godly seed and none of it spilled out of his body even when Poseidon pulled out.
“No,” Odysseus whined when he realized what just happened. He barely felt the relief when Zeus’s seed was forced out of him and he still wasn’t allowed to eat anything. “Please not this again,” he begged. “Forgive me.”
“Hehe, enjoy my gift, little king,” Poseidon viciously stated before he snapped his fingers and Odysseus was teleported back to his ship.
To say the crew was shocked with Odysseus suddenly appeared again was an understatement. His body was stained with his own seed and his hole was a bit gaping so there was no hiding what had happened to him. The king of Ithaca was just lucky that he had Eurylochus who rushed to clean him up and cover him. The ship was able to move again as Odysseus took his spot at the back of the boats again. His belly was a bit bigger than when Zeus filled him which added to his discomfort as he could barely even sleep now.
But…they got home.
This wasn’t how Odysseus thought he would get home. With 600 hundred men, only forty-three returned but at least it wasn’t all of them dead. He wobbled out of the ship and when he finally was able to see his son and wife, tears of joy spilled from his eyes. When he told Penelope what happened and the rest of his men chased out the other suitors, his wife still embraced him and cried for the horrors that her husband had to face. They couldn’t really embrace each other the way that Odysseus imagined but at least they could still coddle with each other.
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“I need to do something about my father,” Telemachus mumbled to himself one day as he was chilling under a shady tree.
With his father back, things should be better but Odysseus was cursed with a bulging belly and could still not eat or drink. It had been a year since his glorious return and he didn’t want to see his father suffer anymore. Nowadays, his father barely even left his room except when Telemachus was out training. He would come out and lean against this very tree and watch. Telemachus knew that Odysseus wanted to help with his training but his body couldn’t even move that well with that bulging belly. Telemachus knew that his father would love to do so much more but he was cursed and there just had to be a way to break it.
He wasn’t to only one looking as Eurylochus also wanted to find a way to free his king. They could have long been home if he didn’t open that bag so he owed it to Odysseus. Telemachus and Eurylochus found out that Circe would help after hearing the message from Hermes. The messenger God had been known to be Odysseus’s ally, so they trusted it. Of course, he didn’t tell his dad where he was going but Odysseus trusted his second in command with his son. The two were gone for a few weeks but when they returned, Telemachus was very excited with a potion in his hands when he entered his father’s chambers.
“Father, I found a cure to your curse,” Telemachus exclaimed as he presented to vital to Odysseus.
“Son…I can’t drink it,” Odysseus replied, looking forlorn at his bulging belly.
“This will go down, trust me,” Telemachus pressed on as he brought the potion closer to Odysseus.
“Of course I trust you, my son,” Odysseus replied as he opened his mouth. The worst that could happen would be that he would choke and then spit out the liquid. That wasn’t that unbearable, so he allowed Telemachus to pour the potion down his throat. It felt cool and refreshing as it easily moved down his throat and reached his stomach.
That was surprising in itself but suddenly his stomach was filled with more warmth that seemed to spread all throughout his insides. Suddenly his body was bursting with pleasure that he hadn’t felt before and moans began to spill from his lips. He didn’t really want his son to see him like this so he gathered as much strength as he could.
“Please son,” he began to speak between his moans. “Go get Eurylochus.”
Telemachus wanted to obey his father, but he also wanted to see this through. This was the first time he seen his father with such an expression on his face and Telemachus couldn’t help but feel like it belonged there. So instead of listening to Odysseus he just watched as his father squirmed on the bed. He watched until he was forced to look away when a bright light engulfed Odysseus. The king of Ithaca’s mind was a bit lost as belly began to feel less full and he came with a loud gasp when the bright light took over his body. He nearly passed out but when the light disappeared and his breathing was heavy. It was silent for a few seconds except for the sounds of Odysseus’s breathing before the sound of a cry filled the air. It sounded extremely young almost like a baby.
Not like a baby but an actual baby.
Telemachus could only stare as a baby laid on the bed, crying. Odysseus was surprised as well but his body seemed to move on itself own to grab the baby and cradle the baby in his arms. The baby had dark black hair curled around the head and crystal blue eyes that reminded Odysseus of a certain sea god. The baby boy turned his head and that’s when Odysseus realized that the front of his chiton was pushed down and the baby latched on his nipple.
“Oh, nothing is going to come out I’m afraid,” Odysseus commented but the baby started suckling and a gasp escaped the king’s lips. It felt strangely good as a moan escaped his lips and milk began to feel the baby’s mouth.
“Hmm…Circe did say that the ‘gift’ would transform into something else but I didn’t think she meant this,” Telemachus commented mostly to himself but Odysseus heard it and was immediately on edge. True, him and Circe were on better turns after their intentional meeting on her island but he still didn’t full know what she was capable of.
“Circe,” Odysseus mumbled as the baby finished drink and popped off of his nipple.
“Can I hold him, father?” Telemachus as he climbed onto the bed. Odysseus slid the baby into his son’s arms who matched the way his father was holding him.
Odysseus no longer felt the intense pressure in his stomach and his hand had subconsciously graced across it, trying to remember the last time it was this flat. He almost wanted to cry but was holding himself together because now he had to deal with the new baby in his son’s arms…plus the bit of mess between his legs. Before he could even get off the bed, Eurylochus and Penelope charged into the room.
“Are you okay, our king,” Eurylochus asked as he stood in front of Penelope with a sword in his hand. He froze for a bit as he noticed the baby in Telemachus’s hands and Odysseus in a messy state but surprisingly a flat stomach.
“What has happened here?” Penelope asked as she too took stock of what was happening in their room.
Eurylochus then noticed the empty potion bottle on the edge of the bed. “Young prince, I do believe I told you to wait before administering the potion,” he scolded as Telemachus shrugged.
“I wanted to relieve my father as soon as possible,” Telemachus stated as he moved over the bed and carried the baby over to his mother. “Circe did say that the gift would change shape and I guess this is the shape it turned to: a baby boy. I always wanted a brother,” he smiled as he explained himself to his mother who he passed the baby to.
“Hmm…I supposed this is manageable,” Penelope replied as she smiled down at the baby.
Eurylochus had put his sword away before approaching the bed. “How are you feeling, my king?” he asked as he looked over his long-term friend.
“I’m…I’m fine,” Odysseus muttered as he was helped to stand. “I probably should get cleaned up.”
“Of course, and we should throw a feast to celebrate the gift from Poseidon and my husband’s recovery,” Penelope commanded as she left the room.
“I’ll prepare the bath,” Telemachus stated before he rushed to prepare his father a bath.
“I’ll make the preparations for the feast,” Eurylochus replied as he left Odysseus in his son’s capable hands.