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Megaera's Demotion
🕑 Added 2021-04-23 04:00:03 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Megaera (Hades) Weight Gain
After one too many times failing to stop Zagreus, Megaera is demoted to a lowly henchman. Through the help of her sisters and an abundance of wine and food, she will become a prime candidate for a Lout. This story was voted for by my Patrons.
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The sharp pain Megaera felt as the arrow pierced her chest was nothing compared to the humiliation upon realizing she had once again been defeated by Zagreus. Swallowed up by the River Styx, she breached the surface of blood red water to find herself in the House of Hades’s foyer. Upon her arrival, the wandering shades were knowledgeable enough to step to the side and keep their mouths shut. None of them were willing to incite the wrath of a Fury.
Climbing out of the pool, Megaera let the water from the River Styx drip from her grey-toned, chiseled chin and face. Her elaborate outfit of blue and grey fabric trimmed with gold was dried mere moments after leaving the water. A flick of her leathery wing and long grey ponytail were enough to free her of any excess droplets, but did little to undermine the sense of frustration burning behind her pink eyes. She wanted nothing more than to head to the lounge and lose herself within several glasses of wine being poured past her pink lips.
“Hey Meg!”
Megaera shuddered, recognizing the annoyingly upbeat tone. “What is it Hypnos? I don’t have the patience to deal with you right now.”
“Wow, harsh,” the laid back incarnation of sleep said, his hands held up in defense. “Just here to pass along a message that Lord Hades wants to talk to you. It seemed pretty serious.”
“Just my luck,” she muttered, digging her heels into the ground as she turned towards The Great Hall.
Lifting up her head, she held herself with confidence as she approached the imposing figure sitting behind the desk. Putting down a scroll, Lord Hades leaned over his stacks of paperwork to properly look down on her. The intimidating aura emanating from his red eyes and twisted, black beard was still as powerful as the first day Meg had been inducted into the house as his servant.
“Greetings, Lord Hades,” Meg said, getting down on one knee. “You have requested my presence?”
“Indeed, although you’re going to need to bow down much lower to even attempt to properly make up for your multiple failures.”
Meg winced, already knowing what he was talking about. “Lord Hades, I’ve guarded the gates of Tartarus to the best of my abilities. Very few have seen the end of my whip and lived to tell about it.”
“Yes, but of those few, that boy is the most concerning.” Grasping a scroll, he tossed it in front of her. “On that parchment is recorded each and every time that he has evaded your grasp and sent you groveling back to my house.”
“He’s an impressive fighter. You should know considering how Achilles has trained him.”
“The boy’s tendency to use his training to continuously defy me is another matter. However, I have summoned you here to discuss your lack of skill that has made it so easy for him to reach Asphodel time and time again. These repeated failures have me wondering if you’re going easy on him due to your past relationship.”
“It’s not like that,” Meg was quick to deny. “Our time together ended long ago. It has no effect on my ability to do my job.”
Hades stood up and slammed his fists against the desk. “Then why have you failed to stop him so many times?” his voice boomed throughout the house, momentarily stirring Cerberus from his slumber.
Megaera chewed on her lip, unable to come up with a satisfying answer for either Hades or herself. “I know that I have not lived up to the reputation expected of me. Please allow me to make up for my losses. When next I meet Zagreus, I will do everything in my power to stop him.”
“There will be no next time,” Hades said, sending a shiver down Meg’s spine. “From this day forward, you are hereby demoted. You will be stripped of your rank and no longer allowed inside of my house until I deem you fit for repentance.”
“Lord Hades, I ask you to reconsider,” Megaera pleaded, only to be silenced by his outstretched hand.
“Save your words, they will not sway my decision. You can start earning your way back up the ranks and my respect through your new position.”
Meg clenched her fingers together. “And what would that be?”
“Can we tell her?” a voice called out, it’s familiar tone only worsening Meg’s mood.
From down the hall approached two women similar in complexion and build to Meg. Leading the pair was Alecto, her red robes and sharp teeth a reminder of the unbridled rage she unleashed upon her victims. Following behind in a green robe and bearing a ghoulish face that scattered away any lingering shades was Tisiphone, her glowing eyes locked on their downtrodden sibling as they drew ever closer.
“Hello dear sister,” Alecto said, a sinister, toothy smile on display.
“Mrrr mmmmurder,” Tisiphone added, acting as Alecto’s shadow as she stood close by.
“What are you two doing here?” Meg asked, a hand reaching for her whip.
“I have asked these two to help with the transfer to your new position,” Hades explained. “I doubt you would go willingly once you discovered that you would be taking up the role of a Lout.”
Meg’s anger and anxiety were replaced with confusion in an instant. “A what?”
“Don’t play dumb,” Alecto was quick to say. “You’ve seen more than your fair share of those obese brutes wandering the halls of Tartarus. I’ve tortured a few myself out of boredom, but it’ll be a completely different kind fun to see you turned into one of them.”
“Lord Hades, please I-“
Meg stumbled forward as her sisters dashed up to grab her arms. Struggle as she might, the Furies’ combined strength kept her firmly in their grasp. Between Alecto’s malevolent grin and Tisiphone’s blank expression, she couldn’t tell which was worse.
“Take her out of my sight and get to work on the demotion process,” Hades demanded.
“Mmm mrrr,” Tisiphone answered, she and Alecto dragging Meg towards the administrative chamber.
“May your time in Tartarus as a Lout teach you something about loyalty,” he said to Meg, going back to his paperwork as she was dragged away.
A quick trip through the eldest sigil had the sisters stepping into a vacant part of the depths of Tartarus. While the passage inside the area was open, none of the shades that frequented the area were foolish enough to enter. The reason for the aura of fear that permeated the area was made evident by the two columns in the center of the room with shackles dangling from them.
Dragged between the columns, Meg was gifted a pair of iron manacles wrapped around her wrists intended to hold the strongest captives of Tartarus. That didn’t stop her from trying to pry herself from her captors for fear of what her sisters had in mind. Distracted by her own pointless struggling, she was caught off guard by the sound of wheels rolling across the stone floor. Turning her head to the side, she watched Alecto and Tisiphone push over carts laden with various delicacies from both the mortal world and the realm of the gods.
“You should be grateful,” Alecto commented as she got everything together. “It’s only by your past successes did Lord Hades see fit to feed you actual food over the trash we throw to the shades. Tisiphone, why don’t you help our dear sister with her new job initiation?”
“Murder mmmrrr,” Tisiphone replied, walking up behind Meg to grasp her jaw and upper lip.
As Alecto approached with a platter of cured meats and fruits, Meg instinctively tried to keep her mouth shut. Tisiphone dutifully pried open Meg’s pink lips to receive the first helping of food. Practically shoving the meat down her sister’s throat, Alecto gave very little time for her to savor the meal. A chalice of wine helped to wash down the food, nearly drowning Meg in the process. Judging by the wicked look in Alecto’s eyes, it was plain to see that it had been no accident.
With the meat and fruit finished, Alecto reached for one platter after another. Meg paid little attention to the food as it was relentlessly pushed down her gullet. What little enjoyment could be found in the rich flavors were offset with her knowing what the feast would do to her. She shot back to the countless times she had seen the obese Louts floating about Tartarus, mindlessly bouncing their blubbery bodies against the walls in search of sustenance to further their hedonism. As the last platter of food was held before her eyes, she could already feel her body undergoing its metamorphosis.
Another chalice of wine pouring down Meg’s throat helped to push down a wedge of cheese. A stray drop spilled from her lips to trace against Tisiphone’s fingers and drip from Meg’s newly gained second chin. The droplet slid between her bosom, the path made narrower by the added heft of her breasts that stretched the limits of her robes. Freeing itself from her cleavage, the trickle of wine made a final lap down her protruding potbelly to splash against the floor.
As the last of the chalice was emptied out, Tisiphone finally released Meg from her grasp. Finally allowed a moment to catch her breath and take in the sight of her unsightly belly bulge, she raised her head to shoot a glare at Alecto. Delighted by her sister’s look of pure hatred, Alecto pushed over another cart of food.
“That won’t be necessary,” Alecto said as she noticed Tisiphone reaching out to grasp Meg’s head again. “The special nectar should be kicking in soon.”
“What are you-“
Meg’s question was answered prematurely by a ravenous growl emanating from her belly. Despite the deluge of food that had been shoved down her throat, her stomach felt like a barren wasteland devoid of any kind of nourishment. Glancing back at the food cart’s various dishes, she momentarily lost herself as her mouth began to water. Shaking her head to compose herself, she glanced back at Alecto.
“What did you do to me?” Meg asked.
Reaching below the cart, Alecto retrieved what appeared to be a bottle of nectar. Its usual golden hue was tainted by a murky purple. “Lord Hades discovered that his boy was bribing you with bottles of nectar.”
“Those were contraband, nothing more,” Meg spoke up, a blatant lie.
“Say whatever you like, we know you helped yourself to a few sips. Whatever the case, I thought it’d be a good idea to combine nectar with the swill those louts drink at every moment of the day to keep them plump and ready to complete their duties.”
Grabbing a pastry fit to burst with custard, she held it up to Meg’s face. “Go on, take a bite. I know you’re hungry.”
As much as Meg wanted to escape from her restraints and shove the pastry back in Alecto’s face, she couldn’t fight off the combined might of the sinfully sweet confection and her ravenous stomach pains. Rather than futilely fight off both her sisters and her accursed stomach, she slowly opened her mouth. Her compliance was rewarded with a mouthful of pastry that easily fit inside of her chubbed up cheeks. Given the opportunity to enjoy her meal, her tongue reveled at the flavor that graced her mouth as she chewed away. When she finally swallowed the lump of dough and custard, the momentary satisfaction was quickly overridden by her rising hunger. Pushing back her sense of pride, she opened up her mouth wide to continue her feeding.
“Much better,” Alecto said as she poured another helping of tainted nectar down Meg’s throat. “No stay still. The faster we can get you to the right size, the sooner we can put you to work. Tisiphone, grab the next serving.”
“M-murder,” the ghoulish Fury replied as she gathered up several more food carts.
Under the complete control of her sisters, Meg accepted every morsel of food brought to her face. The delicious tastes that graced her mouth as the food tumbled into her growing stomach helped to ease her mental anguish. It was her only form of comfort to lessen the pain of her new lot in life. In exchange for the wondrous food the harrowing situation provided her, she watched in horror as her once impressive body continued to distort.
Meg’s bulging gut finally gained enough padding to split through her robes to show off her outie belly button. Each mouthful of food brought more of her pudgy, grey tummy flesh poking out from her clothing in an attempt to let gravity bring it sagging towards the ground. Leading the pack of her fight with physics were her engorging breasts as they ripped a deeper and deeper window to show off their deepening cleavage. The manacles grew tight around her pudgy wrists due to the flesh that encased her arms in an attempt to match her thickening legs and thighs. Swaying about her chubby legs let her feel the added heft of her rear alongside a draft of air through the tear forming down the center of her butt crack.
“Mmmmurder, murder?” Tisiphone asked, her gaze transfixed on the various spots of cellulite that showed through Meg’s weathered clothing.
“You’re right,” Alecto replied, guessing at what her ghoulish sister was trying to suggest. “Let’s make sure she’s at her most comfortable during her transition.”
Meg’s sisters began ripping and tearing away the remnants of her clothes. Freed from her fabric prison, her body was given ample room to show off each bulge and fat roll she had gained through the indulgent feast. Her belly and breasts dropped several inches downward, her gut taking on the duty of keeping her nether region covered up. Both sisters being mindful of her pudgy rear, Meg felt their hands slide across her scalp to find her hair tie. With a plucking noise, they released her grey strands to let them act as a curtain against her back flab. Left with only a pair of undersized manacles around her wrists, Meg fought through her rising feelings of shame to answer the call of her growling belly.
Alecto and Tisiphone resumed her feast without mercy. Each helping of food and chalice of wine helped to further along her descent into a lowly Lout. To keep up Meg’s hunger, Alecto saw fit to sprinkle in helpings of the tainted nectar into the food. Knowing how it would worsen her condition did little to stop Meg from drinking every last drop of the sweet concoction whenever it was given to her. It was an appropriate addition to her diet, considering how she had already surpassed most of the other Louts in size.
A loud creak echoed through the chamber as the manacles around Meg’s thick wrists attempted to keep her upright. The powerful metal creaked and groaned with each pound added to Meg’s gut, the drooping mass mere inches from having her belly button touch the ground. The chubby legs keeping her standing gradually lost their strength as they were force to contend with her double-wide rear and ever expanding hips. Upon receiving a helping of fried onions, Meg’s melon-sized breasts jostled about as the chains keeping her aloft shivered with pain. One last mouthful of food was enough to send her crashing to the ground with the remnants of her restraints clanking against the floor.
“Mrrrrder?” Tisiphone asked as she walked around her rotund sister.
“No, I don’t think we went too far,” Alecto answered, grabbing a handful of Meg’s flabby belly. “If we’re going to make her into a Lout, we might as well make her a shining example of their hedonism.”
“This isn’t enough?” Meg asked, trying to sound imposing even as she licked the leftover crumbs of food from around her lips.
“Of course not, dear sister. This is just the beginning.”
Backing up so Meg could see her malicious smile, Alecto raised her hand into the air and snapped her fingers. A sound similar to a swarm of bats began to echo through Tartarus, growing louder the closer it got to the chamber. The source of the noise became clear as a horde of Wringers came out of holes in the wall to surround Meg. The disembodied hands usually tasked with strangling any trespassers, busied themselves with retrieving fully loaded platters from the food carts.
“Murder, m-murder?” Tisiphone asked.
“Yes, I think we’ve earned a little break,” Alecto said, guiding her ghoulish sister to the other side of the room. “Besides, our dear sister has more help than she could ever want. Let’s just sit back and watch her become the fat Lout she was always meant to be.”
Another snap of Alecto’s fingers sent the Wringers into a frenzy of feeding. Grasping morsels of food, they took turns flying up to Meg’s waiting mouth to deposit their cargo. While the hands were far from graceful, their speed was just what the Fury needed to keep her rising hunger at bay. As she ate, a few of hands devoted themselves to poking and prodding her growing form. Their constant attention helped her to understand the sheer size of her new body.
The constant deluge of food helped to blimp up her belly to behemoth proportions. Her gut’s various dips and fat rolls served as ample storage space for her feast with plenty of room leftover to house several of the Louts that her body was modeled after. As the Wringers whizzed about, they whipped around her grey hair. Her strands took turns getting lost into her expanse of back fat and caressing her plump cheeks as they bounced against her four chins. Crumbs tumbling from her lips found a home within the deep cleavage located between the sacks of meat that were her breasts. Each barrel-sized tit rested itself upon her belly, her plumped up nipples occasionally sending a shiver down her spine whenever a Wringer passed by it. Her blubbery arms were left to uselessly dangle at her sides, matching the state of her motionless legs as they were buried ever deeper beneath the plush thigh and hips connected to her chariot sized-butt cheeks.
Focusing on her hunger helped to keep the negative feelings at bay, but that came back to haunt her as her ravenous appetite began to subside. All that was left was a feeling of deep regret at what had become of her body due to her inability to look past her relationship with Zagreus and do her job. Chugging down a keg’s worth of nectar helped to bring her back to reality as she looked upon her mountain of gluttonous fat.
“That should be more than enough to get you started on your new career,” Alecto said, entertaining herself with a hearty slap to Meg’s rear. For a moment she stood in silence, appreciating the mesmerizing sigh of the ripples going through the doughy, grey flesh all the way up to Meg’s pitifully small wing. Alecto was only broken from her trance with a nudge on her shoulder from Tisiphone.
“Murder murder, m-murderrrrrr.”
“I believe we’re done here,” Alecto said, gesturing for Tisiphone to follow.
“Wait, what am I supposed to do now?” Meg asked, desperately struggling and failing to move her body even an inch.
“I don’t care,” Alecto replied as she exited the chamber. “Our job is done. The rest is up to you. Make Lord Hades proud, you lowly Lout. Otherwise, we’ll be back to punish you tenfold.”
Left with only lingering Wringers as company, Meg contemplated her new position in life. She concentrated not only on the useless fat that encased her form, but what led her to it. If she were to have any hope of regaining her old life, it was going to have to be through the skills that earned her respect in the first place. Raising a hand, she managed to snap together her pudgy fingers to get the hands’ attention. As the horde collected before her massive belly, Meg reminded herself of who she was supposed to be.
“Now listen up you worthless creatures,” she said, her huskier voice and compromised position doing little to take away from her imposing tone. “From this day forward, you are my personal aides. As your first command, I order you to take me out of this room and bring me somewhere safe.”
Quick to listen to the oversized Fury’s demands, the hands scrambled around her body. Their combined strength managed to lift her body several inches off the of the ground. While it wasn’t ideal, it would have to do for now. As Meg was shoved through the door with very little room to spare, she stopped her entourage with another snap of her fingers.
“You,” she said, pointing towards a few lingering Wringers. “Go find me some food. I have a lot of work ahead of me and I’m going to need all the energy I can get.”
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Another room cleared, Zagreus hoisted the Stygian blade upon his shoulder and wiped a bead of sweat from his black hair. The usual danger of trying to escape his father’s realm was still present, but his motives had changed. It had been quite some time since he had run into Meg, her sisters taking up the task of blocking the exit from Tartarus. Worried that his constant victories had something to do with her disappearance, his escape attempts had begun to double as reconnaissance to try and figure out where she had gone.
Zagreus’s lingering thoughts about his missing partner were put on hold as he neared the next door. He had been through Tartarus enough times to know that he was getting close to one of the mini-bosses. Bracing himself to face off against Inferno Bombers or the Doomstone, he got his sword at the ready and pushed forward.
Stepping inside the next chamber, he was slightly bewildered to see a swarm of Wringers flying about a room filled to the brim with food and drink. Lowering his weapon, Zagreus turned his attention to the focal point of the Wringers’ activity. It took him several moments to realize that the massive blob seated on the stone throne before him was a living thing and not one of Bouldy’s long lost relatives.
As he drew closer, he took notice of the blue and gold robes that were wrapped around the massive figure to maintain a modicum of modesty. The majority of the fabric was wrapped around the woman’s chest, even then the outline of her teats showed through the cloth and there was ample room left for her vast cleavage. Part of her outfit doubled as a cushion for her meaty rear, each carriage sized butt cheek tightly squeezed within the confines of her throne. The rest of the outfit was draped over the woman’s bulbous, grey gut, contributing the most to her mass and looking capable of swallowing the Bone Hydra whole.
The sight of the pink nail-polish painted onto the woman’s sausage-like fingers brought Zagreus a moment of realization. Tracing his eyes up the woman’s five chins, he focused on the bangs of grey hair that flanked her bulbous cheeks. Noticing a familiar shade of pink on her plump lips and a set of dominant eyes finally let it sink in that he had discovered what had become of Meg.
“Hello Zagreus,” Meg said, swallowing a plateful of meat before dismissing her helpers with a wave of her hand. “I was wondering when you would finally wander into my lair.”
“Meg, what happened to you?” Zagreus asked, taking several steps back to fully observe her new form. “Shouldn’t you be at the end of Tartarus?”
Meg let out a scoff. “That was when my weight around here was more metaphorical than literal. Lord Hades saw fit to demote me to a Lout. Thankfully for me, I managed to rise up the ranks among those gluttonous idiots to become their leader.” With a snap of her fingers, she summoned a Wringer with a glass of wine to quench her dry lips. “It’s a far cry from my old job, but it does have its benefits.”
“I’m sorry Meg, I didn’t mean for-“
Meg raised her hand to stop Zagreus from speaking. “Hold your apologies. My own choices brought me to this fate and it is by my hand that I’ll be earning back some dignity around here.” Raising up her arms, Meg defied all laws of physics as her hefty form was hoisted into the air by her magic. Another snap of her fingers got the Wringers to stop what they were doing to take up battle positions around her. “Now draw your sword and don’t you dare go easy on me. I want to get my old job back under my own achievements. Understood?”
Zagreus let out a small laugh and drew his sword. “Glad to see you’re still your old self under all that. I look forward to seeing what you can do in your new form.”
“And I intend to show you,” Meg replied with a wicked smile, flinging herself forward to meet Zagreus head on.
