This story features thick and chubby women, cheating, a breeding kink, and powerful deities cuckolding hapless mere mortals. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you. All characters are 18+.
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The highest tower of the palace on Mount Olympus pierced through a veil of fog surrounding its summit. The sounds of music and dancing echoed distant and indistinct from the palace grounds hundreds of feet below, where a celebration was taking place.
Reaching the top of the long stairwell at last, Aphrodite whimpered softly with effort as she pushed open the heavy golden door to the most secluded of the palace's many bedchambers. Zeus's summons had come abruptly, a decree from his cupbearer Ganymede spoken in a tone that allowed no room for refusal.
The chamber was vast but intimate, dominated by a massive bed draped in silken sheets of deep crimson. The plush bed was flanked by great arched-stone windows that looked out onto the drifting clouds high above Olympus, imbued by the setting sun with a fiery orange glow.
Zeus stood near a window, his broad shoulders and white beard illuminated by the flickering light of a half-dozen golden braziers. His tunic hung loosely, barely fastened, the sinews of his chest and abdomen taut and prominent beneath it. He turned when he heard her enter, his eyes sweeping slowly up and down her soft curves as a wry smile spread across his face.
In the low fire-light of the bedchamber, Aphrodite's body resembled nothing less than a living homage to the fertility goddess statuettes hewn from stone by mortal worshippers of the old gods.
The swell of her hips was broad and tantalizing, accentuated with a light jiggle of heavenly-thigh thick chub by the natural sway of her light stride as she approached him. Her waist curved inward gently, carrying the fullness of her chubby little belly, leading up to a torso that rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. Every sumptuous detail of her plump pelvis dripped with lush fertility, oozing with the aching, inviting promise of a body finely tuned for taking warm male cream deep inside and growing healthy babies.
Her full, heavy breasts strained against the fabric of her gown, the outline of their softness unmistakable, thick pink nipples poking eagerly through the thin silk. The garment's neckline plunged deep, jutting out and stretching to contain two heavy orbs of bountifully plump cleavage that pressed insistently outward, their smooth flesh glowing vibrantly in the warm light.
Her lips smiled softly, full and parted ever so slightly, and her cheeks shone with a blush of flushed, youthful vigor. Her nose was small, with a delicate bridge that led up to her big, bright-blue eyes, framed by dark fuck-me lashes. Long, deep blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, thick and voluminous and shining with health, each strand a unique hue from pale gold to rich honey. As she moved toward the god's towering frame their natural waves bounced slightly, brushing against her exposed shoulders, shimmering with warmth in the light of the flames.
"My lord," Aphrodite murmured up at Zeus with soft eyes and bated breath, only a few feet from him now. "Why have you summoned me?"
Zeus let out a low breath, his gaze lingering hungrily on the chubby goddess, as if she were a priceless marble statue made flesh, her sumptuous curves ripe and begging to be savored.
"Aphrodite, daughter of Uranus," he rumbled, his voice deep with intent, "I see Olympus is as radiant as ever."
She bit her lip and beamed, a dimple pressing into her soft, rounded cheek.
"Careful, oh mighty king of the gods," she smiled, eyes alight, "You know full well I am betrothed to Hephaestus, son of Tmolus."
Her words were chiding, but she couldn't help lapsing into a playful, flirty tone. Her wide-eye stare and dilated pupils betrayed the unmistakable hints of an a irresistible attraction to the tall, muscular supreme being rising before her. Her body was steadily betraying her fidelity, from her breasts heaving with each deep breath of anticipation to her very voice, rising to meet his brute masculinity with a supplicant femininity of her own.
Glowing with a faint divine light himself, Zeus loomed tall and beefy, his chest broad and firm, his muscles swelling, defined yet not overly sculpted. His shoulders were wide, sloping into thick, corded arms. Veins ran along his forearms, visible but not exaggerated, and if you peered closely you could catch faint glimpses of what looked like glowing bolt-white lightning running through them.
Aphrodite, doe eyes wide as her gaze slowly moved over his rippling form, was certainly peering closely.
His torso tapered to a lean abdomen, ridges of muscle visible beneath the loosely tied folds of his tunic. The cloth hung low on his hips, teasing the deep line that cut sharply down his side, vanishing beneath the fabric toward the dense bulge pressing out from the tunic's full crotch. His legs, glimpsed through the slit of his tunic, were thick and solid, the muscles taut as they wrapped around powerfully.
His jaw was strong and thick with a dense, curly-white beard that ran up to meet the long white hair draped from his head. His sharp, piercing eyes held a spark of untamed energy, as though a storm raged just beneath their surface. Even standing stone-still, Zeus exuded a powerful aura of absolute authority.
"My reputation precedes me, I see," he smirked, a playful energy dancing across his tanned face. "In truth, I called you here to convey a measure of advice. From the Fates, who in conference with me a week past, foretold you would play a pivotal role in great events to come."
He wanted to confide in her? It was so kind, so thoughtful. He was a generous ruler. So unlike many of the other gods and their wicked games.
She batted her eyes adoringly. It seemed to flip a switch in his mind. His gaze defocused and his lips parted slightly.
"But," he said, clicking his tongue as his eyes moved down over the deep chasm of naked flesh between her huge, softly heaving breasts.
"But now that I see you..."
His words trailed off as he stepped forward and extended a powerful arm. His fingers brushed lightly against the bare skin of her upper arm, his eyes shifting to fixate on the spot.
"Now that I can... feel you..."
His voice had dropped to a near whisper. He was closer now, only inches away from her. His other hand reached out, lightly resting on the curve of her waist. His great thumb moved in a small circle, pressing against the fabric and the softness beneath it.
"I want... something else entirely."
Aphrodite didn't stop him. She kept her gaze full, and subtly, nigh-imperceptibly, arched her back to press her bosom forward and up even more insistently in response.
