BE and History: The Ancient Greeks

by the happyguy

Preface: For some time, I have been dismayed at the lack of educational and social values in BE fiction. It is almost as if the various authors of BE have no interest at all in educating their readers, or initiating interesting discourse in social issues.

Therefore, I have decided to start this series. My goal is to combine our various interests in inflation fiction with a healthy dose of historical information. I hope that the resulting fiction serves to help you, the reader, to learn... and enjoy.

"Airela!" called her friend, Xepplia. "You'd better get to work! Your father expects the crop to be in by sundown."

Airela nodded and smiled. Her father owned this patch of farmland, making him a citizen and eligible to vote in the elections at the Heliopolis. And although Xepplia was a beautiful dark-haired slave girl, who her father had won as a prize during the Peloponesian War, there was much interaction and even friendship between the slaves and the family. Thus Airela and Xepplia were able to call each other friends.

Turning back to the crop of radishes, Airela picked up the small aeoppa, a hand-held farm tool that was something of a cross between our modern spade and hoe.

"Whew!" said Xepplia. "This is certainly hard work! I am glad we have these sturdy aeoppa to help us."

Airela nodded. "Yes. They make our farming much more efficient than those of the surrounding civilizations, and gave us a decided advantage in supplying our troops in the Spartic Wars."

"Is your father going to the big vote at the Heliopolis tonight?"

"Certainly. As a citizen, it is his responsibility to vote in the civic matters facing our city-state."

Xepplia now stood and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Perhaps senator Tyres will be there!"

Airela giggled. "Perhaps! Oh, what I would give just to spend one night with that living dream!"

Xepplia giggled, too. "Ever since he won the marathon in last year's Olympics, I confess I have had very steamy thoughts about the senator!"

"Yes." Airela sighed. "And the rumor is, unlike most of the senators, Tyres isn't homosexual!"

Xepplia mirrored her sigh with a heavy sigh of her own. "Indeed."

"One thing, though." Aierla blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. "I overheard Tyres debating with old man Socrates in the market square yesterday. I have to say that ugly old man was quite rude to the senator!"

"He is a hideously ugly old man, isn't he? But he is quite good at exposing the hypocrises of the sophists."

Airela nodded. "Yes, indeed. I have to admire the man's intellect. I wonder if he is a homosexual?" She paused for a moment, thinking, then stomped her foot. "You know, I wish that I could just get Tyres to notice me! Oh, that the gods could hear my prayers! Venus, goddess of love, if you can hear me, please do something to help me catch the attention of handsome senator Tyres!"

Suddenly, there was a shower of light before the two women, and a beautiful vison of a woman stepped out before them. She was clad in a loose robe that shimmered with brightness. Her beautiful dark hair wound in a braid that went all the way to the top of her calves. Her face had a serenity and grace that was beyond mortal perfection.

Xepplia gasped. "Venus! Goddess!"

Airela gasped as well. "Wow! If I were stacked like you, I would have no trouble at all getting Tyres' attention!"

And it was true. The amazingly beautiful goddess was tremendously stacked. Even through the loose robe, you could tell she had a whole lot going on up top. She smiled gently, and spoke in a voice with a beauty that made poets of the most ordinary laborers.

"Hello, Airela. I did hear your prayers, and agree that Tyres is a most handsome hunk. If my husband Hyphestus, the armorer of the gods, who won my hear despite his misshapen but powerful body, were not so jealous, I might consider.... But I digress.

"I have watched Tyres for some time, and it is true that he is not homosexual."

Both women brightened noticably at that news.

"Moreover, he is something of a breast man."

At this, the spirits of the women sank. Neither of them were particularly top-heavy.

"However," said the goddess, "since I can tell that your heart is true, I will provide you with... a benefit that will help you to capture Tyres' heart." She raised a hand, and Airela gasped.

Her still-wet robe, that only went down to the top of her thighs, suddenly jumped. Her nipples were poking out through the thin, transparent material that clung to her skin.

Airela moaned loudly, and raised her hands to her breats. They were growing! She groaned through her teeth as they grew. She had to shrug to shift her light robe to make room, then she had to shrug again. They filled her hands, and pushed out between her fingers. Soon the sweet, heavy flesh was jutting forward proudly.

Xepplia gasped. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "You must be at least a DD!" She turned to Venus. "Please, Venus; me, too!"

Venus nodded and raised a hand. Soon Xepplia was looking down at a proud set of hooters that she could not even fit in her hands. "Amazing!" she said. "With any luck, I will find a kind citizen who is not homosexual who will marry me, and then I will no longer be a slave girl!"

Venus nodded and smiled. "Well," she said. "Good luck to you. Remember to be true. The gifts that I have given you will not sit well with deception or a false heart. Farewell." Then she vanished, a spray of cherry blossoms raining down upon the field where she stood.

Xepplia spoke. "Very well, let's take what crop we have harvested, and ride into town with your father to watch the voting at the Heliopolis! We are certain to encounter senator Tyres there!"

"Yes, and unmarried citizens who are not homosexual!" said Airela.

The two women ran back to the farm house, bouncing mightily.

The ride into town was uneventful. Airela's father, a man who had studied in one of the schools in the city, making him one of the more cultured and educated farmers, sat next to his wife in the seat of the wagon. Airela and Xepplia sat in the back, with their crop of radishes and pomegranites.

As they entered the bustling city, Airela pointed at the proud marble structure on the top of the hill. "Look!" she said, pointing. "The Heliopolis! That is where the citizens of the city state come together to vote on matters before the city state. Although this is a democracy, it is some 4,000 years until women will be accepted in society as full citizens, let alone given the right to vote!"

Xepplia nodded wisely. "Yes," she said. "But even so, women have tremendous influence on their society, and have great influence on matters of state by voicing their opinions through their husbands."

"Certainly," agreed Airela. "Why, there is that new play in which the women stop a war by locking themselves in the treasure room and refusing to have sex with their men until the war stops."

"Yes! Yes!" said Xepplia. "I saw that play! It was delightful! I forget what it was called, though...."

"Hm. Well, it was.... I forget."

"Um....."

"Hm....."

"Anyway, the play is just proof that even though this is a male-dominated, classist society that relies on slave labor, women still have a lot of power," concluded Xepplia.

"The Heliopolis!" cried Airela, pointing.

"Yes, let's go!" they jumped down from the wagon.

Airela's father called out to them. "Don't go too far! After I sell these crops in the open market, I will meet you at the Heliopolis for the voting." Then he turned to a man who had approached him and said, "No, thank you. I'm married, you see."

They ran through the square, bouncing mightily, when they caught sight of two old beggars wandering down the street. The older and more stooped of the beggars stopped in his tracks and said, "Holy cats!"

The younger of the two old men, who seemed lighter on his feet, cried out, "Zoots!"

They started bustling forward in a strange manner. It was almost as if they were trying to move as quickly as they could while still being old and hobbled.

Suddenly, the younger of the two old men dashed forward with an amazing speed. He rushed up to Airela in a flash. "Good day, miss. Do you mind if...."

KA-BLAM!

Without warning, a lightning bolt landed square on him, reducing him to a smoldering pile of dirty beggar's clothes. "Oy," came a faint grunt from the smoking pile. A pair of winged ankles were barely visible in the pile.

The older beggar approached Airela. "Good day, miss. Do you mind if I appeal to your kindness to give me something to eat, and maybe sit and chat with me for a while?"

Now, it was well known in Ancient Greek society that the gods loved to disguise themselves as old beggars, and challenge the people of the city-state to show them charity. If the people didn't, usually they got fried.

"Uh... certainly," said Airela. She produced a radish that she had saved in her robe. "Here you go, old beggar." She sniffed him. He smelled like an old beggar....

Xepplia tugged at the old man's ratty hair, and it started to come loose -- like a wig -- when the old man turned and snapped at her. "Hey -- don't touch the hair," he said. "Why don't you run along and play? I hear there are some unmarried citizens up by the fountain there." He pointed with one horribly gnarled finger.

Xepplia shrugged, then skipped off.

Airela gulped as her friend skipped away. She continued to regard the old beggar carefully. There was even black dirt under his fingernails. Certainly he seemed like a real beggar. Maybe she could get her radish back....

Meanwhile, Xepplia walked to the fountain. She has stopped skipping because it was just too impractical. With her heavy chest, she kept losing her balance.

She approached a young man who was bent over a scroll, scribbling furiously with a clay pen that he dipped in an ink well beside him. He looked up with a gasp when she approached. He was sitting on the low wall surrounding a large fountain.

"Hello!" she said, smiling.

He looked at her a few times, blinking. He mouthed the word, "wow." Then he straightened up and adjusted his robe.

She sat next to him. He shuffled nervously.

Finally he blurted out, "Are you a goddess?"

She blushed and shook her head.

"Ah," he said, and relaxed a bit. "Well, you certainly could be." Then, blushing at his statement, he turned back to the scroll he was writing.

"What are you working on?" asked Xepplia.

"Ratios," said the man.

"Really?" said Xepplia. "How interesting." Suddenly there was a burbling feeling in her chest; she shrugged it off.

The man looked up again. "Yes. I am trying to solve the problem of the ratio of the circumference of a circle to it's diameter." He stopped. "Uh... my name is Euclid. What is yours?"

She smiled warmly. "I am Xepplia."

"Come over here, child," said the old man. "I have something to show you." He led her over to a gazebo that stood in a small patch of grass off the road.

"Yes?" asked Airela, not liking where this was going. This old guy had better be a god, she thought, or he's going to get it right in the kisser.

The old man smiled warmly. "I want to thank you for the kindness you have shown me," he said. As he spoke he straightened. "And that kindness in your heart shall be rewarded many times over...." Suddenly, he threw off his beggar's robes and straightened up.

He was no longer old and hobbled. His broad chest and rippling muscles glowed with health. His long mane of dark hair -- salted with grey -- flowed down past his soulders. His arms seemed as thick as tree trunks. On his head was a glowing wreath of laurel branches. In his hand was a sheaf of sparkling lightning bolts.

"Wow!" Airela gasped. "Zeus!"

"Indeed, child." said Zeus. Then he shrugged off the bright robe he was wearing.

Airela's voice grew husky. "Wow!" she said, her eyes widening.

"I hope I am not boring you with all this talk of technology," said Euclid, laughing easily.

"Oh, no!" said Xepplia. There was that funny burbling feeling in her chest again.

"You see, I have just returned from Africa and Egypt, where I have been studying the geometry of...." he stopped. "Say, are you....."

Xepplia regarded him carefully. "Am I what?"

"Are you getting...." he paused, then shrugged. "You know, I'm not homosexual."

Xepplia smiled, and scooted closer to him.

"Anyway, I am studying the circle. Did you know the world is round? It is! Hundreds of years from now, people will forget that, and the common belief will be that the world is flat. Can you imagine that? They will forget we even calculated the size of the Earth, and were pretty darn accurate in our calculations. I love the circle! Have you studied geometry?"

Xepplia nodded, but her smile faded as the funny burbling returned to her chest. "I feel kind of funny," she said.

Euclid regarded Xepplia carefully. "It may be my imagination, but it seems like you are getting pretty circular yourself," he said.

Xepplia gasped as she looked down. It was true! Her breasts had grown, and were almost spherical, straining against the fabric of her light robe.

Embarrased, but oddly flushed, Euclid continued. "Or rather, I should say spherical. Hm. What do they feel like?"

"Uh... fine...." said Xepplia, and felt them surging forward again. Something tugged at the back of her mind. What was it the goddess had said?

Euclid's scroll fell to the street beside him, but he still waved the clay pen around absent-mindedly. "Say that robe is kind of tight... maybe you should...."

Xepplia spoke quickly, "No, really, it's fine." Her breasts grew again, and she heard a seam pop on the side of her robe.

Euclid was breathing heavily now, and he reached forward gently to touch the rounded side of her breast. She gasped at his touch.

Suddenly she jumped up. "Deception!" she cried. Her breasts bobbed mightly up and down.

Startled, Euclid jumped back. "But, I didn't...."

Xepplia shook her head. "No, me! The goddess said that deception will not sit well with...." She saw Euclid's puzzled look, and quickly explained the whole story.

Euclid nodded sagely a few times, then reached in, sliding his hands along the bottoms of her ballooning breasts. In a deep, hushed voice, he said, "well, then, you beautiful creature touched by a goddess... tell me some lies!"

Zeus was beaming at the woman before him. "I have to say," he said, "it's funny that I never noticed you before, I mean, with...."

Airela glanced down. "Oh, these? These are new!" she said, and hefted them in her hands.

Zeus caught his breath, but recovered quickly. "New, eh? And how is that?"

She decided to leave out the part about the handsome senator, but said, "Well, you see, I made a prayer to Venus, and...."

Zeus nodded sagely. "Say no more. I see that Venus is, as usual, extremely effective in using her powers as a goddess." He straightened to his full height, and the warmth of his smile filled the gazebo with a golden shine.

"Since you have shown me the kindness of this radish...." he popped it in his mouth and chewed a couple of times. Then he made a face and turned to spit it out. "Um... this delicious radish. I will grant you one wish that your heart desires. Well, what will it be?" He straightened up, calmly examining the fingernails of his right hand.

Airela just pointed.

"My thought exactly," intoned Zeus in a voice that seemed to ring in the air.

Euclid was kneeling before her, his tounge working over every portion of her enormous auerolea.

She moaned. "Mmmmm... I am not a Greek slave girl!" Euclid was knocked back a little by the resulting jolt. She smiled and moved her slim body in an exotic wave. "I hate this!" she cried. This time the surge knocked her back; she barely managed to keep from falling into the fountain.

Euclid stood, and pushed his face into the tight space between her breasts.

She yelled out, "I don't want you inside me!" She pushed her fingers into his dark hair, running her fingers through it. Euclid, his face still buried in her clevage, started struggling with the ties on his robe.

He managed to shrug the robe off, then looked up at her huge, top-heavy figure as she said huskily, her dreamy eyes half-closed, "All Greeks are liars."

Between her huge mammaries, Euclid's eyes shot wide open.

Meanwhile back in the gazebo, Zeus approaced Airela, and took her soft hand. He looked at her again. "You really are a remarkable woman." She loosened her robe, then shrugged it off. It fell into a pile around her ankles.

Zeus coughed, and dropped the sheaf of lightning bolts, which clattered loudly on the floor of the gazebo. His mouth worked for a few seconds, but no sound came out. He bent and started trying to gather the scattered lightning bolts -- which was hard, because his eyes never left Airela's chest.

"Well!" he finally managed to say. "I.... I mean, you.... That's some...." he threw the sheaf of bolts behind him, and once again they clattered noisily on the floor. "Come to me!" he commanded.

He grasped her roughly but with a godlike gentleness. She melted in his arms. He was rock hard and thrust himself into her already wet womanhood. She gasped at the size of it.

"First time?" he grunted.

"...with one this big," she grunted in response. He just grinned.

He lifted her, and still standing, began to caress her heavy breasts while her mouth found and suckled every surface of her neck, face and shoulders. Strange colors swirled in the air around them, and she felt as if she were hundreds of feet in the air, amidst swirling multi-colored coulds of exotic and intoxicating odors.

She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust his hips against her. His member throbbed in a way that no mortal man's could, and each throb sent a shock wave through her body.

She began gasping, then yelping, then calling out sounds of pure extasy. A scream of elation and release built up inside her, rose to her throat, then she opened her heavy lips and roared into the atmosphere like a lioness.....

Euclid managed to regain his sense of equilibrium after the tremendous spurt of growth brought on by Xepplia's paradox. Caught in the paradox, her breasts were surging and pulsing. She was moaning loudly, her fingers locked in his hair.

Somehow, he managed to shed his robe, and his diamond-like member worked it's way into her wet openness. Her legs jolted up and clasped him.

She was grunting, and thrusting down on him as he pushed deep inside her. Her lithe body wiggled in his arms, and his strong hands, that would encode the laws of geometry that would be the basis of mathematics for the next 6,000 years, kneeded her soft buttocks.

He pushed his head up through her cleavage until they were face to face. Then, their eyes rivetted on each others', Xepplia's cries grew louder and higher in pitch. Euclid was grunting loudly. Together they made a heaving, thrusting mass between two pulsing balloons of flesh.

Euclids face jerked as if in a spasm, and suddenly he cried out, "Eureka!"

"Zeus? Zeus?" Curled up beside the powerful god, Airela nudged him, but the mighty god was out cold, and snoring loudly.

With a little "hmph!" she nestled up closer to him. She was pretty drained herself, but still, he was a god. It wouldn't kill him to stay awake a talk for a little while. She gave him a little punch in the ribs.

"Brrrzzzt.... Huh? Whazzat?" Zeus half-opened his eyes and raised his head a little. Then his eyes drifted shut and his head fell back to the ground.

Oh, well, thought Airela. That was certainly one for the diary, she thought. She wondered if he was going to stick around for breakfast, or if....

There was a little kick in her abdomen. Startled, she looked over her full breasts at her lithe tummy. It was poking out more that it had been.

"Zeus?" she shook him more urgently now. "Zeus! My tummy!"

He pulled his head up, and his eyelids parted. He glanced down at her body, then mumbled, "...probably just gods' seed...." then he drifted off, his head still half raised.

Airela sat bolt upright. Gods' seed?

As Xepplia confided in Euclid, her mighty breasts eased their growth, and returned to a more normal size.

Euclid was incredibly gentle with her afterwards, and they moved off to a stable were they lay down together in the soft hay.

Euclid traced his finger around every part of her lithe and beautiful form. He wasn't saying much, but seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying about her life on the farm, her friends, and her hopes of freeing herself from slavery.

She excused herself, and stood. She began looking out the door for an outhouse. She pulled her robe on, and walked outside.

She was coming out of the outhouse, adjusting her light robe, still bathed in the rosy glow of love-making, when a strong female voice cut through the sky.

"You! I know what you've done!"

Xepplia looked around and saw a beautiful goddess, glowing in the street before her. There was a look of wrath on her face. Xepplia recognized her from the statues. She whispered, "Juno?"

Airela pulled on her robe. Her tummy was even larger now, and she felt the stirrings of the life inside her. She pressed a hand against her swollen abdomen and ran into the street. The roaring snores of Zeus sounded behind her.

Her robe was getting tighter and tighter as she ran in the direction Xepplia had gone. By the time she reached the fountain, her belly was huge. The seams of her robe were straining to hold together.

He peeked into the square with the fountain and saw the amazing vision of the goddess before her. Clutching one hand to her swelling belly, she ducked into the shadows. She'd already gotten into enough trouble tangling with the gods today!

The goddess was speaking to someone Airela couldn't see. The goddess said, "So you think you can just hide away with my husband and have your fun with no consequence? Did you think I would just sit by and let it happen?"

A small voice came, "...but I didn't..." Airela recognized it as Xepplia!

"Oh!" contined the goddess. "...and who gave you those?"

"Venus!" came Xepplia's protesting voice.

"A likely story!"

Airela suppressed a grunt as the life growing inside her kicked. The seams of her robe finally gave up, and pulled apart as her belly surged forward.

The goddess was saying, "...so if you want to be big, then big you shall be!" Airela saw a flash of light from the square, the peeked around the corner to see that the goddess was gone, and Xepplia was standing there, a bewildered look on her face.

Airela walked -- or rather waddled -- into the square, holding her belly with both hands. "Xepplia!"

"Airela!" Her friend looked at her. "What happened to you?"

She shook her head in reply. "It's a long story. Wait... actually, it's not a long story. But what about you? Are you OK?"

Xepplia nodded, and looked herself over. "I think so... oh!"

Both women looked; there was something happening with Xepplia's midsection.

She was starting to thicken and swell. Her belly pushed forward, but much faster than Airela's had. Also, she was filling out sideways as well. She gasped loudly as her middle swelled and rounded. There was a wooshing sound, as if a powerful wind were blowing inside her.

Airela gasped as well as she felt another kick. But when she looked down, it didn't look right -- she was too large. It was like she was nine month's pregnant, and then some.

Xepplia was growing now, and her entire midsection had pushed out from below her heavy breasts down to her crotch. Her robe hung in tatters from her shoulders as she swelled.

Airela leaned against the side of the stable as she continued to grow herself. Her belly was huge and taught, a clear line tracing down the front to her protrouding belly button.

Xepplia continued to grow, as the ballooning pushed up her body. Her arms and legs stayed slim, while the ballooning reached her shoulders. She felt as light as a feather, as the sound of rushing air came from inside her.

Airela was gasping as the muscles of her taught belly began clenching. He could not believe how enormous she was. There was something happening between her legs too.... She clenched her teeth and began gasping. "Oh, no! I think I'm going to... going to...."

Xepplia now had filled to the point that from her neck all to her crotch she was a pale sphere. Her slim neck and arms jutted out of the ball, and she rubbed her spherical sides nervously. Her slim legs stuck out below her.

Suddenly Airela cried out. Then there was a moment of silence, and then the first wailing cry of a newborn.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. Both women winced, worried about what was going to happen next. But it was Venus, who regarded them both with gentle amusement. First she spoke to Xepplia.

"My, Juno has always been jealous of Zeus' little affairs. But she is not immune to mistaken identity." She raized a hand as a confused Euclid came out into the square and stand next to Xepplia. Suddenly Xepplia's rounded form began to shrink.

Venus turned to Airela, "And you are prized with the gift of a beautiful baby girl who is half god. What will you name her?"

Airela smiled and looked at her child. "I will call her Herculea." Herculea spat something up, as if approving.

Venus nodded. "And you are lucky that in Greek society, there are not the same taboos about sex or childbirth out of wedlock. I think you will have no problem at all."

Airela blinked. She glanced over at her friend, who was back to normal, but still with her large, heavy breasts. Euclid helped her to cover herself with her tattered robe. Then he held her tightly.

Airela turned and said, "Wait... what do you mean, no problem... ?" But the goddess was gone.

Instead she was looking into the confused eyes of senator Tyres. Their gazes locked for a few moments, then he said, "I came down here for... wait, I can't remember why.... say, what a beautful child." She smiled at Herculea, who responded with a wet gurgle. Then the senator looked at Airela. He gave her a once-over, then mouthed the word "wow."

Then he broke out in his most alluring grin, which Airela answered with her prettiest smile.

by the happyguy
happy always, always happy