Abomis was the greatest, most feared warrior in ancient Greece. His much tested battle prowess was legendary. He won wars of men and even battled against the forces of the supernatural.
Though his many heroic adventures were well known, his origin was mysterious. No one knew where he came from, or who his family was, and so they began to make up there own stories. With his great strength and battle skills, it was not long before people began to believe that he was a child of one of the gods. He was the mightiest of men, and irresistible to women.
However, it was not only women that coveted a place in Abomis' bed...
One day, as Androcles stood at the beach, staring off into the grey morning horizon, he lamented to himself about his unrequited love. He would have given anything for Abomis' love. It was then that something slowly began to rise out of the ocean before him.
It was a marble statue of a woman with massive breasts. This astounded and baffled Androcles. He had no idea where the strange statue came from, or how it could stand on water. He was then shocked to hear the statue begin to speak, able to move nothing but its lips.
"Come closer." The statue beckoned in a ringing, otherworldly voice. Androcles was afraid and confused, but he felt a strange compulsion to obey the statue. As he stepped forward into the water, he noticed that he was no longer on the beach. He was shocked to see that he was somehow wading through a pool of water that came up to his chest. The pool of water appeared to have been a part of some kind of shrine that Androcles had been somehow transported to at the base of a mountain at the edge of a forest. At the focal point of the hidden mountain shrine was none other than the big breasted statue.
"You wish to be with the legendary warrior?" The overly endowed statue asked eerily.
"Yes... but he would never want to be with me..." Androcles answered with trepidation. He was still confused about what was transpiring.
"What if I could make you into someone that he would find irresistible?" The statue asked. "I know the stories... all of the stories. I know exactly what to do to make him yours. But would you be willing to change? Would you be willing to relinquish who and what you are, now... and forever?" The statue continued. Androcles suddenly felt an overwhelming belief in the statue and excitement for what she proposed.
"Yes! Yes, I would give anything to be with Abomis! I am of great wealth, just name your price! Mold me, statue!" Androcles pleaded.
"I am no mere statue. I am Titaemus, Goddess of Desire, and you need only worship me to have your wish granted." The statue declared. Androcles was confused as he had never heard of that particular goddess before, but he did as she commanded. He bowed his head and prayed to the talking statue, begging to be sculpted into Abomis' perfect lover. Suddenly, the waters of the shrine pool pulled him completely under.
Androcles frantically struggled to resurface, but some invisible force was holding him down. Before he could even worry about drowning, he felt an indescribable feeling like his entire being was being reshaped somehow. Just before he ran out of air, he was finally able to come out of the water. This felt harder than he thought it should have, as he strangely felt a certain amount of extra weight...
Abomis had just vanquished the three-headed fire-breathing lizard-lion and his army of barbarians, but he did not do it alone. He had the finest Metian warriors and a woman at his side.
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