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The Greek Hero's Belly

Art by the amazing @the-elusive-libbin

Gastridoulos touched the amulet that hung between his ample pectoral muscles. It depicted a bare man’s torso, with a handsome chest and a bulging swollen belly hanging below the pecs. It was the symbol of Gastidolous’ father - the divine God of Appetite, alternately known as the God of Belly.

The God of Belly’s sole commandment was the filling of his divine gut, and the spreading of pleasure through the satisfaction of his godly gut. This pleasure extended to making sons - handsome demigods like Gastridolous. These sons shared all of their father’s gifts - and the privileges owed to him - and to his belly, whose human representatives in Greece were his sons’ mighty stomachs.

Gastidolous considered the amulet, sitting in the cleft between the twin muscled halves of his bare chest, and smiled as his own bare belly (swollen slightly from the digesting remnants of his last meal) let out a hungry grumble. It was well past time he performed his service to his father - and filled his belly out to its proper size.

And there, pinned to a stake on the hill ahead, was his meal. The local village wished to thank him for his help ridding them of a monstrous lion, and had left out a fresh sacrifice to the divine hero. Gastidolous licked his full lips in anticipation as he considered his meal, stripped naked and tied to the post. Hardening in his loincloth, Gastridolous swaggered towards the stake, tying his hair back as he did so, in readiness for his feast.

The handsome goatherd looked up from the post he was tied to at the gorgeous bare-chested hero approaching him. His village’s saviour - and his fate. The hero placed an admiring hand on the young man’s bare chest, and asked him his name.

“Galen,” the young man said, nervous with fear - and anticipation,

“Well, in the name of the God of Appetite,” Gastidolous said, warm, honeyed voice speaking the ritual words, “I rename you belly.”

And not waiting a second more, he untied his meal and began to feast.

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Gastridolous let out a belch that echoed across the hills as he swallowed down the kicking feet of his sacrifice, sealing him in the fleshy tomb of his big bare belly for good. The golden-haired hero looked down in smug pride at the wobbling, swollen expanse of belly that hung like Atlas’ globe beneath his smooth planes of pectoral muscle. His round nipples were hard as his hero’s cock as his food (formerly known as Galen) struggled futilely inside him. Gastridolous sighed with bliss as he watched his big, distended belly squirm, a handprint visible against the stretched, taut skin of his bloated stomach. Gastridolous loved nothing more than a sacrifice that struggled. It brought even more pleasure to his divine belly, to feel his food plead and squirm within his godly globe of gut.

“Ah Galen,” the hero said in tones of pleasure, “You do my belly such honour by pleasuring him with the sweetness of your sweating, handsome flesh - and with your movements within me. But this is where you belong - as part of my belly for good. I shall digest you and your body, your energies, will belong to me. But my belly will always remember you, and you should be honoured to be part of a hero’s belly for always.”

Gastridolous gave his distended smooth sphere of belly a satisfied smack, causing his big man-eating belly to bounce and wobble, and he let out another great belly-quaking belch as his godly stomach began to digest his meal of unwilling human sacrifice. It was good to be a god, he thought, as he began to convert the young man into a smooth sack of post-vore belly, a swollen sphere of gut that would hang below his mighty hero’s chest for days - until of course it was time to fill up his belly once more.

Gastridolous descended the hill, belly bouncing and gurgling as he feasted on Galen’s lovely body, belly button yawning like a great chasm in his middle. Thus sated on the meat of a beautiful young man, Gastridolous was ready to perform more hero’s deeds - and earn more living meat for his big divine belly as he did so. He slapped his distended man-eating bare belly once more, and grinned. It was good and proper to fill his belly so - after all, it was a god in its own right. And gods always demand sacrifices.