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The fetid air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat. Io collapsed exhausted to the blood-soaked ground. HIs muscles ached from the strain of the battle, blade still embedded in the side of the slain beast, arms too weak to free it. He felt himself drifting off, welcoming the blessed sleep when he heard the sky split open, a crack of lightning heralding a new arrival to the bloody battlefield.

“RISE, MY CHAMPION. NOW IS THE TIME FOR CELEBRATION, NOT REST.” The bearded figure’s voice boomed like thunder, reverberating off the nearby cliffs and echoing painfully in Io’s head. Recognising the looming figure immediately, he forced himself to his knees, bowing deeply to both show respect and give himself a few moments to catch his breath. The being towered over him, energy crackling off of his body in slow arcs.
“Great god Zeus! I am not deserving of this gift! You honor me with your presence!”
The god shone with divine energy, his white robes trailed behind his form, blown by an otherworldly force.
“BRAVE IO, YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY SLEW A MIGHTY BEAST THAT THREATENED TO DECIMATE MY CITY AND THE WORSHIPERS THAT DWELL THERE. AND FOR THAT AND MANY OTHER GREAT DEEDS, I HAVE COME TO REWARD YOU. ASK ANYTHING OF ME AND YOU SHALL HAVE IT.”

Io stared, dumbfounded. He knew he was Zeus’ appointed champion and had done many deeds in honor of the king of the gods, but had never expected Zeus to personally offer him a reward. It was almost unheard of that Zeus would offer a mere mortal such a prize.
“Mighty Zeus, I am but your humble champion, raised from birth to fight in your name. But, if I can truly wish for anything of you...” Io hesitated. There was only one thing he truly desired, but he was afraid to voice it, fearing the god’s temper.
“SPEAK, CHAMPION, ANYTHING YOU DESIRE WILL BE YOURS.”
“... my wish, O Zeus, is to retire from this life of endless ordeals and combat. I wish to no longer be your champion.”

The air was still after Io spoke, the only sound coming from the flies buzzing around the monster’s corpse and the crackling of electricity that danced across the god’s skin. Io though he saw a gleam of surprise in Zeus’ eyes, but if there had been any there, it was quickly replaced by anger.
“YOUR WISH IS TO ABANDON YOUR DIVINELY APPOINTED STATION AS ONE OF MY CHAMPIONS?” The fury in the god’s voice shook Io to his core.
“Forgive me, great Zeus, I do not mean what I say. It’s merely my exhaustion that is making me delirious, I am rambling nonsense.”
“DO NOT LIE. I CAN SEE THE TRUTH OF YOUR WORDS IN YOUR EYES.”

Io slumped into the mud, too tired to continue lying to his god.
“I should never have thought I could deceive you, wise Zeus. I spoke the truth when I wished for my freedom from this life you have blessed me with. I accept any punishment you deem me deserving of.”
Bowing his head, Io lifted his dirt-caked arms into the air, ready for the deity to strike him down. He hoped that in death he would at least be at peace.

“ENOUGH!” Zeus’ command drowned out all other sounds, causing even the flies to fall silent.
“YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE, IO. YOU DO NOT MAKE COMMANDS OF THE GODS. I DECREED THAT I WOULD FULFIL ANY REQUEST YOU MAKE OF ME AND SO I SHALL.”
Io felt the god’s vice-like grip tighten around his neck and shoulders as Zeus lifted him out of the crimson muck. Cold mud ran down his legs as he came face to face with his patron deity. Io turned away from Zeus piercing gaze, hoping that whatever punishment the god had in store would be swift. He could feel Zeus’s eyes burning into his skin as the god inspected him, the god’s lightning casing Io’s wet hair to spark.

“YOUR MOTHER WAS THE NYMPH MELIA, WAS SHE NOT?”
Io hesitated, cautiously peeking out at Zeus’s expression. He was not sure why he was still alive, let alone being asked about his mother.
“Y-yes, great Zeus, Melia was my mother.”
“SHE POSSESSED GREAT BEAUTY...” Zeus seemed to pause, a thought working it’s way through his mind, before dropping the perplexed hero back into the mud.
“IO, MY CHAMPION, I WILL GRANT YOU YOUR WISH FOR A LIFE FREE FROM THE RIGOURS OF COMBAT.”

Io couldn’t believe it. After a life of endless travel and fighting, his god has agreed to free him from the burden of being a god’s champion.
“Oh thank you, thank you! Prai—”
“HALT YOUR REJOICING IO. I WILL GRANT YOU THE FREEDOM YOU DESIRE ONLY IF YOU BIRTH ME A NEW CHAMPION.”
“... You wish me to… sire you an offspring to take my place?”
“NO, CHAMPION. I WILL SIRE THE CHILD, YOU WILL BE ITS MOTHER. YOUR LINEAGE ALREADY GIVES RISE TO GREAT HEROES SUCH AS YOURSELF. TOGETHER WE WILL BIRTH THE GREATEST HERO OF THE AGE.”

His mind struggled to even fathom what Zeus was proposing. Would Zeus turn him into a woman, just so he could impregnate him? And would that be so bad? As a woman, he’d a nobody, an unknown to the populace at large. All he’d do for the rest of his life was care for his offspring, ensuring that they became the warrior that Zeus expected. And he felt that if he rejected the offer, Zeus would surely just end him and be done with it. Mustering all the strength remaining in his body, Io pulled himself up to his full height, muck dripping off his exposed muscles as he did. His decision made.

“Yes, Zeus. I humbly accept this gift you offer me. I will ensure our offspring grow into the mightiest warrior in all the world.”
Zeus looked down at the warrior, raising a single hand over Io’s head.
“THEN I NAME THE IO, LOVER OF THE GOD ZEUS, MOTHER TO HIS FUTURE CHAMPION. READY YOURSELF, FOR I GRANT YOU THE FORM BEFITTING YOUR NEW DESTINY.”

Lightning discharged from the god’s palm, striking Io and wracking his entire body in pain. Flesh and mud boiled as energy poured into his form. The bloodstained muck and tattered rags that adorned his strong body burned, leaving behind thin trails of smoke. Tanned olive skin from years spent traveling in the sun turned pale and soft, the calloused hands and ugly scars of hard-won battles melting away into milky perfection.

His dark curly hair turned straight and smooth, growing longer as it took on a golden shine. His beard and other body hair burned away as electricity danced across his unblemished skin. He felt his scalp shift and heard his bones pop, his face reshaping as the electricity flowed through it. His chiseled jawline narrowed, lips puffing slightly. Cheekbones shifted under his skin, sculpting his face into one of supernatural beauty. His blue eyes gleamed, the arcs of light reflecting in them as his head completed its transformation.

The broad shoulders that were often praised in retellings of his great deeds collapsed inward, becoming petite and rounded. His brawny frame replaced by the lithe and shapely form of an Amazonian beauty, muscles visibly slimming beneath his skin. Io felt the energy building in his chest, a cry of pure ecstasy being lost in the crackling roar of Zeus’s divine lightning, as the force pushed out his flesh. The energy pulsed through his body as the orbs beneath his skin swelled, ending in two ample breasts on his formerly flat chest.

Io’s waist started to slim, it’s mass being redistributed to his chest and thighs, his stomach flattening out into a tight belly. The transformation passed his waistline, hips plumping up as it went. He felt the energy pull on his groin, his penis inverting into his body as it transformed into a vagina. This time the moan managed to overcome the sound of thunder booming in the newly female Io’s dainty ears. She felt her butt flesh out, a luscious heart-shape masterpiece. Her legs become toned and shapely.

Io felt herself drop gently to the ground, body still sizzling with energy. She had never felt this great in her life, her tired muscles from a lifetime of combat and training were nothing more than a fading memory. Her bare skin tingled in the open air. She ran her fingers over her face, probing her finely sculpted features as she tried to get a sense of her new appearance. Even without being able to see her reflection, Io could tell she was a true beauty. Gazing down at her transformed body, she was mildly taken aback by how much of her new abundant cleavage dominated her vision. Io smiled, hand dropping down from her face to explore further.

“I THOUGHT YOUR MOTHER’S NYMPH BLOOD MIGHT MAKE FOR A MAGNIFICENT MORTAL. POETS WILL WRITE OF YOUR BEAUTY FOR ALL ETERNITY”
Io froze, suddenly aware of her surroundings. Gone was the stinking corpse and pools of bloody filth, instead finding herself surrounded by soft cushions and exotic fabrics. The air was thick with the smell of burning spices.
“Zeus! O, Mighty Zeus! Thank you for this gift! I never even dared to imagine a life like the one you have given me!” Io beamed as she heard her musical voice for the first time.
“OUR DEAL IS NOT YET DONE, LOVER OF ZEUS. YOUR GOD HAS A FINAL TASK FOR YOU TO PERFORM...”

“Good strike, Keroessa! But your stance still needs work.” Io strode around the edge of the dirt circle, inspecting her daughter's form as she fought with the instructor. Keroessa darted quickly, rolling out of the way of the instructor’s blow and jabbing him with the end of her blunted spear. The instructor, a man over twice the size of the young girl, fell hard onto the ground, his weapon sliding away from him. He felt the press of the girl’s spear against his chest, signaling her victory and the end of the match. A cocky smile on her face, she ran over and hugged her mother.

“Fantastically done, Keroessa! You’re becoming a real warrior. Now come on, your brother is waiting for us.” The two walked along the banks of the river, discussing the day’s training. Io smiled faintly, gently tussling her daughter's golden locks. They reached a small hill when a tiny blur of gold and ivory leaped from a nearby bush, wrapping itself around Io’s waist. Looking down, she saw the beaming smile of her youngest offspring.
“Hello there, little Epaphus! And did you enjoy your training today?” The little boy nodded vigorously.
“Mother! I heard a story of the time Zeus’s champion slew a Hyd-hydr… big snake monster! Did you ever hear that one.”
Not missing a beat, Epaphus’s sister chimed in. “Ooh, I know it! Let me tell it!”
Normally this would lead to an argument, but the young boy was too tired from his day spent studying and playing to fight, instead just laying his head on his mother’s lap.

Io just sat on the grass, smiling at her two children as the slight breeze blew her locks through her face. She knew that one day they would have to fulfill the destiny they were born for, but she wanted them to enjoy the time they had together. She ensured they had time between training to just be children.

“I think I might have heard it once before, but I’m a bit uncertain about the details. The one thing I do know though,” she looked up at the golden sunset, light glinting off the white buildings, “it had a very happy ending.”

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The fetid air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat. Io collapsed exhausted to the blood-soaked ground. HIs muscles ached from the strain of the battle, blade still embedded in the side of the slain beast, arms too weak to free it. He felt himself drifting off, welcoming the blessed sleep when he heard the sky split open, a crack of lightning heralding a new arrival to the bloody battlefield.

“RISE, MY CHAMPION. NOW IS THE TIME FOR CELEBRATION, NOT REST.” The bearded figure’s voice boomed like thunder, reverberating off the nearby cliffs and echoing painfully in Io’s head. Recognising the looming figure immediately, he forced himself to his knees, bowing deeply to both show respect and give himself a few moments to catch his breath. The being towered over him, energy crackling off of his body in slow arcs.
“Great god Zeus! I am not deserving of this gift! You honor me with your presence!”
The god shone with divine energy, his white robes trailed behind his form, blown by an otherworldly force.
“BRAVE IO, YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY SLEW A MIGHTY BEAST THAT THREATENED TO DECIMATE MY CITY AND THE WORSHIPERS THAT DWELL THERE. AND FOR THAT AND MANY OTHER GREAT DEEDS, I HAVE COME TO REWARD YOU. ASK ANYTHING OF ME AND YOU SHALL HAVE IT.”

Io stared, dumbfounded. He knew he was Zeus’ appointed champion and had done many deeds in honor of the king of the gods, but had never expected Zeus to personally offer him a reward. It was almost unheard of that Zeus would offer a mere mortal such a prize.
“Mighty Zeus, I am but your humble champion, raised from birth to fight in your name. But, if I can truly wish for anything of you...” Io hesitated. There was only one thing he truly desired, but he was afraid to voice it, fearing the god’s temper.
“SPEAK, CHAMPION, ANYTHING YOU DESIRE WILL BE YOURS.”
“... my wish, O Zeus, is to retire from this life of endless ordeals and combat. I wish to no longer be your champion.”

The air was still after Io spoke, the only sound coming from the flies buzzing around the monster’s corpse and the crackling of electricity that danced across the god’s skin. Io though he saw a gleam of surprise in Zeus’ eyes, but if there had been any there, it was quickly replaced by anger.
“YOUR WISH IS TO ABANDON YOUR DIVINELY APPOINTED STATION AS ONE OF MY CHAMPIONS?” The fury in the god’s voice shook Io to his core.
“Forgive me, great Zeus, I do not mean what I say. It’s merely my exhaustion that is making me delirious, I am rambling nonsense.”
“DO NOT LIE. I CAN SEE THE TRUTH OF YOUR WORDS IN YOUR EYES.”

Io slumped into the mud, too tired to continue lying to his god.
“I should never have thought I could deceive you, wise Zeus. I spoke the truth when I wished for my freedom from this life you have blessed me with. I accept any punishment you deem me deserving of.”
Bowing his head, Io lifted his dirt-caked arms into the air, ready for the deity to strike him down. He hoped that in death he would at least be at peace.

“ENOUGH!” Zeus’ command drowned out all other sounds, causing even the flies to fall silent.
“YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE, IO. YOU DO NOT MAKE COMMANDS OF THE GODS. I DECREED THAT I WOULD FULFIL ANY REQUEST YOU MAKE OF ME AND SO I SHALL.”
Io felt the god’s vice-like grip tighten around his neck and shoulders as Zeus lifted him out of the crimson muck. Cold mud ran down his legs as he came face to face with his patron deity. Io turned away from Zeus piercing gaze, hoping that whatever punishment the god had in store would be swift. He could feel Zeus’s eyes burning into his skin as the god inspected him, the god’s lightning casing Io’s wet hair to spark.

“YOUR MOTHER WAS THE NYMPH MELIA, WAS SHE NOT?”
Io hesitated, cautiously peeking out at Zeus’s expression. He was not sure why he was still alive, let alone being asked about his mother.
“Y-yes, great Zeus, Melia was my mother.”
“SHE POSSESSED GREAT BEAUTY...” Zeus seemed to pause, a thought working it’s way through his mind, before dropping the perplexed hero back into the mud.
“IO, MY CHAMPION, I WILL GRANT YOU YOUR WISH FOR A LIFE FREE FROM THE RIGOURS OF COMBAT.”

Io couldn’t believe it. After a life of endless travel and fighting, his god has agreed to free him from the burden of being a god’s champion.
“Oh thank you, thank you! Prai—”
“HALT YOUR REJOICING IO. I WILL GRANT YOU THE FREEDOM YOU DESIRE ONLY IF YOU BIRTH ME A NEW CHAMPION.”
“... You wish me to… sire you an offspring to take my place?”
“NO, CHAMPION. I WILL SIRE THE CHILD, YOU WILL BE ITS MOTHER. YOUR LINEAGE ALREADY GIVES RISE TO GREAT HEROES SUCH AS YOURSELF. TOGETHER WE WILL BIRTH THE GREATEST HERO OF THE AGE.”

His mind struggled to even fathom what Zeus was proposing. Would Zeus turn him into a woman, just so he could impregnate him? And would that be so bad? As a woman, he’d a nobody, an unknown to the populace at large. All he’d do for the rest of his life was care for his offspring, ensuring that they became the warrior that Zeus expected. And he felt that if he rejected the offer, Zeus would surely just end him and be done with it. Mustering all the strength remaining in his body, Io pulled himself up to his full height, muck dripping off his exposed muscles as he did. His decision made.

“Yes, Zeus. I humbly accept this gift you offer me. I will ensure our offspring grow into the mightiest warrior in all the world.”
Zeus looked down at the warrior, raising a single hand over Io’s head.
“THEN I NAME THE IO, LOVER OF THE GOD ZEUS, MOTHER TO HIS FUTURE CHAMPION. READY YOURSELF, FOR I GRANT YOU THE FORM BEFITTING YOUR NEW DESTINY.”

Lightning discharged from the god’s palm, striking Io and wracking his entire body in pain. Flesh and mud boiled as energy poured into his form. The bloodstained muck and tattered rags that adorned his strong body burned, leaving behind thin trails of smoke. Tanned olive skin from years spent traveling in the sun turned pale and soft, the calloused hands and ugly scars of hard-won battles melting away into milky perfection.

His dark curly hair turned straight and smooth, growing longer as it took on a golden shine. His beard and other body hair burned away as electricity danced across his unblemished skin. He felt his scalp shift and heard his bones pop, his face reshaping as the electricity flowed through it. His chiseled jawline narrowed, lips puffing slightly. Cheekbones shifted under his skin, sculpting his face into one of supernatural beauty. His blue eyes gleamed, the arcs of light reflecting in them as his head completed its transformation.

The broad shoulders that were often praised in retellings of his great deeds collapsed inward, becoming petite and rounded. His brawny frame replaced by the lithe and shapely form of an Amazonian beauty, muscles visibly slimming beneath his skin. Io felt the energy building in his chest, a cry of pure ecstasy being lost in the crackling roar of Zeus’s divine lightning, as the force pushed out his flesh. The energy pulsed through his body as the orbs beneath his skin swelled, ending in two ample breasts on his formerly flat chest.

Io’s waist started to slim, it’s mass being redistributed to his chest and thighs, his stomach flattening out into a tight belly. The transformation passed his waistline, hips plumping up as it went. He felt the energy pull on his groin, his penis inverting into his body as it transformed into a vagina. This time the moan managed to overcome the sound of thunder booming in the newly female Io’s dainty ears. She felt her butt flesh out, a luscious heart-shape masterpiece. Her legs become toned and shapely.

Io felt herself drop gently to the ground, body still sizzling with energy. She had never felt this great in her life, her tired muscles from a lifetime of combat and training were nothing more than a fading memory. Her bare skin tingled in the open air. She ran her fingers over her face, probing her finely sculpted features as she tried to get a sense of her new appearance. Even without being able to see her reflection, Io could tell she was a true beauty. Gazing down at her transformed body, she was mildly taken aback by how much of her new abundant cleavage dominated her vision. Io smiled, hand dropping down from her face to explore further.

“I THOUGHT YOUR MOTHER’S NYMPH BLOOD MIGHT MAKE FOR A MAGNIFICENT MORTAL. POETS WILL WRITE OF YOUR BEAUTY FOR ALL ETERNITY”
Io froze, suddenly aware of her surroundings. Gone was the stinking corpse and pools of bloody filth, instead finding herself surrounded by soft cushions and exotic fabrics. The air was thick with the smell of burning spices.
“Zeus! O, Mighty Zeus! Thank you for this gift! I never even dared to imagine a life like the one you have given me!” Io beamed as she heard her musical voice for the first time.
“OUR DEAL IS NOT YET DONE, LOVER OF ZEUS. YOUR GOD HAS A FINAL TASK FOR YOU TO PERFORM...”

“Good strike, Keroessa! But your stance still needs work.” Io strode around the edge of the dirt circle, inspecting her daughter's form as she fought with the instructor. Keroessa darted quickly, rolling out of the way of the instructor’s blow and jabbing him with the end of her blunted spear. The instructor, a man over twice the size of the young girl, fell hard onto the ground, his weapon sliding away from him. He felt the press of the girl’s spear against his chest, signaling her victory and the end of the match. A cocky smile on her face, she ran over and hugged her mother.

“Fantastically done, Keroessa! You’re becoming a real warrior. Now come on, your brother is waiting for us.” The two walked along the banks of the river, discussing the day’s training. Io smiled faintly, gently tussling her daughter's golden locks. They reached a small hill when a tiny blur of gold and ivory leaped from a nearby bush, wrapping itself around Io’s waist. Looking down, she saw the beaming smile of her youngest offspring.
“Hello there, little Epaphus! And did you enjoy your training today?” The little boy nodded vigorously.
“Mother! I heard a story of the time Zeus’s champion slew a Hyd-hydr… big snake monster! Did you ever hear that one.”
Not missing a beat, Epaphus’s sister chimed in. “Ooh, I know it! Let me tell it!”
Normally this would lead to an argument, but the young boy was too tired from his day spent studying and playing to fight, instead just laying his head on his mother’s lap.

Io just sat on the grass, smiling at her two children as the slight breeze blew her locks through her face. She knew that one day they would have to fulfill the destiny they were born for, but she wanted them to enjoy the time they had together. She ensured they had time between training to just be children.

“I think I might have heard it once before, but I’m a bit uncertain about the details. The one thing I do know though,” she looked up at the golden sunset, light glinting off the white buildings, “it had a very happy ending.”