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If there is one thing that the people of ancient times have taught us there is one thing above all others. Contrary to popular belief it is not plumbing, straight roads, the invention of maths, but is something far more simple and critical.

Under no circumstances shall you ever, ever...mess with a God.

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The Romans had come, they had brought the city-states crashing down, Athens was occupied, Sparta had paid for its defiance and bravery with total destruction, the land of its kingdom salted, never to yield sustenance to its people again. Similar tales unfolded across the lose connection of cities that made up Greece, not since the Great Macedonian Kings had one nation, one man ruled Greece, it had been a major speed bump in the Empire's progression, but a speed bump none-the-less.

This had pissed off some pretty powerful people, people that not even all the legions in Rome could hope to stand against, but people who needed worshippers to exist. The Olympus Gods, to be precise, Zeus was not a happy celestial being.

Destruction lay all around the lone cloaked figure, standing on the flat plains outside of the ruins of Hermopolis, the sun baked the earth, the shimmering effect of heat rose from the ground, but the heat did not effect this figure clad in a cloak of darkest black, nor did the destructon seem to faze him at all, beneath the cloak, one could just make out a pair of sandels, with wings sprouting from the heel. Hermes the Messenger God, the defacto pizza delivery man of the gods, stood silent vigil of the remains of his most favoured city, the large number of resting places for weary travellers having been turned to little more than charcoal and dust, Athena may rat and rage about Roman occupation, but she had nothing like this to contend with. Ares had flown into blind rage over the destruction of Sparta, for the first time in years the savage ar god prowled the plain of mortals, slaying whatever and whoever he came across. Luckily, they hadn't sent him to reason with him, yet.

The gentle sobs rising from a nearby set of caves, was his true target, rather then risk being spotted by Roman legions, he walked rather then flew towards them. While as a God he could never truely die untill the last of his followers did, he reincarnation process was inconvenient, to say the least.

Inside the cave, hidden in the shadows away from the glaring light of the sun, sat a woman, atleast, to Hermes' eyes she was, to one of the mortal realm her presence would have been inspiring, and far too tall to be normal, but she was no Aphrodite, she was beutiful none the less, but not one to startle one who sat amongst the higher gods, it was Adephagia, Goddess of both Bounty and Gluttony, survival and excess. She was havign a hard time of later, her precious fields and food stores had been destroyed by the Romans, and she was looking considerably thinner than usual.

That was not to say, she was ever thin, while appearing normal in most aspects she was well known for her vast, pendulous gut, only being able to carry herself through her own godly powers, her stomach was still a sight to behold, making her look well into a late pregnancy with twins perhaps, but her robes hung loosely around her middle.

"Dear Goddess...If have a letter for your excellency, I am told it is of the upmost importance," even amongst Gods the idea of 'shoot the messenger' still hadn't grown out of fashion, one must always be careful with these matters.

The miserabl looking woman looked up, sniffing, taking the roll of parchment her held out for her, resting her elbows on her stomach as she read it, while still looking distraught, a sly grin began to cross her countenance, there was a spark, within every Greek God, to great horrific things to mortals, and enjoy it.

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"M...M...My Lady, don't you think you have eaten enough?..we must not hasten to empty our food stores...hungrey plebs do not make good workers," the worried voice of Senator Gabriel Vilnius sounded from her right, the elderly man's voice grating on her mind, annoying as it was anyway, the content of what he was saying irritated her further.

"Oh stuff the plebs...mhm...that might be rather tasty, anyway..what is their purpose if not to die for their empire?...which may aswell be me...I am their ruler...in all walks of life," she sneered back, after guzzling down the remains of large pork dish, not the first, or porbably the last. Bringing her mouth to her face to stifle a burp, she patted her belly in staisfaction, or atleast, what she could reach.

Rector provinciae Seora Antony reclined on a lounger, well actually two. She lay sideways like a normal Roman govener would at a meal time, but that was where the similarities ended, a whole secnd lounger had been placed alongside this to support her growing, grumbling gut, her white senatorial robes straining to hold her in, the purple rope belt around her stomach being the only thing holding it toegther, and it was beginning to look strained, several greasy stains finding place on the white garment. Her chets too, looked ready to burst free of the simple garment, equally grease stained her cleavage seemed to be trying to fight a come back, to achieve its old position as largest set of bumps on her body, but it was doomed to fail. Other the last few months the Governess had take to her role with gusto, and she considered her role to be that of making sure the new servents of the Empire new who was incharge, by gathering all their food and eating it herself, she was very good at her job.

Her engorged middle was almost the size of the rest of her body put together, Vilnius was sure somethign supernatural was occuring for her to simply hold in all that food without a visit to the vomitorium, soemthing she now detested.

"I do believe madam that Rome wishes us to bring the Greeks into he fold of the Empire...not starve them of..." he was cut off...by a tremndous gurgle, emitted from the depths of the strained gut, followed by a tremendous burp from its owner, both seeming to shake the room.

"I have no need of your liberal idiology Senator, please leave...and tell Maximus to send up another serving, what are they trying to do? Starve me?" she ordered with an almost sense of genuine worry for herself, in complete parody to the actual situation, the Greek Servents who brough her food looked little more then bags of bones, while she looked like one of those odd planet things the Greeks liked mapping.

Little did any of the residence of the palace know, that they were being watched, their misstresses appetite was indeed not natural and induced by the Gods, and so was the limit of her groaning gut, they were waiting, and watching.

GLOOOOOOOOOOOOORP!

A tremendous series of growls, groans, gurgles, screeches and many other loud and terrifying noises were sounding out the Governesses abdomen, she clutched it feebly, the first look of worry coming over her face as her stomach strained against it's confines, the extra three servings had pushed her stomach over the edge....of the second lounger.

A series of ear splitting nosie was followed by total silence, something had to give. And it did with a terrifying rip.

The purple belt surround the glutted orb snapped in twine, firing off the royal belly with such force, that it caught a cowering servent in the neck, his malnutrition and lack of muscle causing his neck to snap under the force, such was the tension released, his lifeless corpse cluttering down the stairs leading up to the lounging area, spilling the contents of the four serving around him.

Seora pnated slightly, relieved at having gotte rid of the offending item, surely that was what had been causing all her pain, no fault of hers. Her now exposed gleaming pale belly, splitting her toga in two, revealing her shapely legs in the process, traiditionally as a roman she only wore undergarments over her lower body, a pair of thin white underear keeping her vaguely modest, her remains ofher toga covering her upper body. Whith much straining from her she rolled to recline with her back against the rest of the lounger, her stomach protruding before her, leeting her revel in the sheer size and glory of herself.

"What are you all waiting for?..that sill man has ruined my foruth serving, for this you must bring me...five more!" she demanded of the asembled slaves, who despit etheir dark thoughts, were too scared of the Nearby Pretorians standing guard to do anything but obey, caught in what seemed and endless cycle to starve while they fed the equally circular growth which had 'attached' itself t their previously appealing misstress.

"Not yet....she is not ready, when we strike, all of Rome will no...and fear."