“Wait, so what you’re saying,” Medusa fingered the faint bump of her scar across her neck, “is that the kid didn’t knock me out? That he actually cut my head off?”

	Stheno nodded. “Yup. And after that you totally gave birth to a flying horse from your neck.”

	“Now I know your lying. Besides, wouldn’t I know if I was pregnant with a horse. Let alone a flying one?”

	“Considering you eat them all the time? I don’t think so Medusa.”

	The gorgon decided to ignore her sister’s jab at her odd diet. “Euryale is she telling the truth?”

	“I’m afraid so. Just popped right outta your neck and took off with the kid.”

	“What?! He stole my son?”

	“And your head too.” Stheno said, giving a laugh.

	“Hold on a second. My head?” Medusa gave a look at herself in the reflection of a grimy mirror hanging in the cave. “Then how do you explain this?” She pointed to the fact that her cranium was still attached to her body.

	“Well, forming kids out of clay seems to be popular these days. I hear the Amazon Queen made her daughter that way. So we just figured, hey, a head ought to be easier to make than a stinky baby so…” Euryale said, picking up a clawful of dirt to prove her point.

	“Yeah, besides, that old head was like, getting old and wrinkly. This new head makes you look at least ten years younger. For a mortal anyway.” Stheno said, reminding Medusa that she was the only non-immortal out of the three of them.

	“Really? You think so?” Now that she mentioned it, her face did look more youthful, and her snakes looked a bit more lively and green looking. “Well, be that as it may, I still don’t like the idea of some human doing Zeus knows what with my head.”

	“Oh he doesn’t have it anymore.” said Euryale. “After he used it to save some wench, he gave it to a Goddess. Uh, I think it might have been Athena.”

	Medusa stopped admiring herself in the mirror when she heard that named. “Athena?” she muttered. “That bitch…”

	“Um, is there something between you two?” asked Euryale.

	Stheno slithered up to her sister, so she could whisper in her sister’s ear. “The Goddess of Wisdom caught Medusa having sex in her temple. She kinda blames her breakup on Athena now thanks to what happened afterwards.”

	“That was then Stheno, I’m totally over it now.” She didn’t catch Stheno rolling her eyes at what she was sayin. “So this is different. Way different. No one takes my head without asking. Especially some pompous stuck up Goddess who gets jealous when other people get laid.”

	“Where are you going Medusa?” Euryale said, watching as her sister went out of the cave entrance and onto the beach.

	“Just going to take a trip.”

	“Please don’t tell me you’re going to do something you’ll regret later. Besides how will you get off this place anyway? We are supposed to be stuck on this island remember?”

	Medusa smiled. “Stuck? I’ll just take a boat. It’s not like I’ll have trouble finding one.” She pointed to numerous ships that had been stranded on the shores around them.

	“I really think we ought to have to talk about your eating problem Medusa.” Stheno said.

	“When I get back. Right now I have a date with a head.” she rubbed her growling stomach. ‘A dinner date that is.’

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	Medusa lay on the cold golden tiles of Olympus, trying to catch her breath. Finding the abode of the gods wasn’t too hard, it was located on the largest mountain Greece had. No, the hardest part was climbing the damn thing. Even for a half snake monster like her, it had taken almost a entire day to scale the entirety of it, and though she had wings on her back, they had clearly been meant for decoration, their size not even close to being able to lift her massive weight off the ground. 

	‘A winged horse for a son would have been convenient for something like this huh?” she thought to herself, as she got up with some effort and dragged herself behind a massive pillar, to avoid detection. Despite being home to the mightiest of the gods, it was oddly quiet. She attributed it to them perhaps resting, or having a party or something. Like a small vermin, she slithered from pillar to pillar, looking for any sign to where Athena, or her room, might be.

	“Ah here we go.” she quietly said, after hearing what had to be the sound of someone sleeping. Giving a peek around the corner, she could see the massive glowing foot of a person. By the looks of it, a woman. As Medusa went into the room, making sure to be as quiet as possible, she saw the full form of a goddess come into view. She was huge, towering above the gorgon. If she had to measure her, from tip to tail, Medusa would barely come up to the Goddess’s knee. But it was the way she shined that shocked Medusa. The brightness nearly blinded her, and if she was a mortal human, she was sure that she probably would have burst into flames otherwise.

	She decided to inspect the room to make sure she was in the presence of the right Goddess. They tended to all look the same without their identifying articles of clothing. At least to Medusa anyway. 

	“Let’s see. Spear. Typical. Helmet. Getting closer. And finally…a shield…” she trailed off as she looked at the huge round object. Plastered on the front of it, was her face. Or, at least she thought it was her face. Whatever resemblance to Medusa had apparently been lost when made to fit the large dimensions of the shield. Like a piece of dough that had been flattened by a rolling pin, her original head had been stretched to obscene proportions. Bulging red eyes, fangs that somehow been turned to tusks, a mouth open wide while a long tongue rolled out. This was clearly no longer the once cute and young Medusa that she used to admire in the mirror everyday.

	“That bitch…” she growled. “Now I’m one hundred percent it is you, you frigid ice queen.” She turned to glare at the goddess, who still sat sleeping on the giant marble throne. Even though she was filled with seething anger, Medusa still had enough clarity to wonder how exactly she was going to pull her revenge off. She knew the gods were big in their true forms. But this was pretty big, and she was used to big meals, just not like this.

	Yes, preparing for the impossible, Medusa was planning to eat the Goddess Athena, whole. She figured that if she could get the entire Goddess into her gut without waking her up, then she would be able to digest her without much repercussion other than a minor stomachache. It was flawed logic, of course. She did not bother considering that Athena could transform or do something god like while inside Medusa, but the gorgon didn’t bother thinking that entirely through. No, all she had was three simple steps. Eat Athena. Digest Athena. Enjoy new curves thanks to Athena.

	‘And I’m sure you will be able to handle it, right?’ she rubbed her currently empty stomach. It let out a quiet gurgle, apparently also trying not to wake its soon to be meal. She climbed the throne, finding it easier after the actual mountain she had to climb earlier. Carefully grabbing Athena’s hair, she proceeded to climb that as well, until she was at the very top of the Goddess’s head. She gave a look down, noting just how much of the Goddess she actually had to get into her. She only doubted for a moment, her desire for revenge and a meal overriding anything else in her mind.

	Deciding that starting at the head would be easier, in case Athena woke up, rather than at the feet. With a dull crack, she dislocated her jaws, letting it hang from her head. Pressing down on the scalp of Athena, she pushed forward, beginning to stretch her mouth over the huge expanse of her head. It wasn’t easy, they dryness of the hair did not go down easily, but she managed to endure it, getting her maw over most of the top of Athena’s head, covering up to her eyes. The Goddess was still asleep, and looked like she was wearing a snakeskin cap. Medusa gave undulating movements, allowing gravity to help aid in swallowing the Goddess.

	She could not believe how much her mouth was stretching, feeling like she was swallowing one of those boats that came to their island. No, this was way bigger in actuality, and as she reached the ring of Athena’s wide neck, she could feel the Goddess start entering the snake portion of her stomach, distending it massively. And still she did not wake up, making Medusa think that the gods had deep periods of slumber where even being put on fire was not enough to rouse them. She didn’t wonder about it too much, just thankful that her eating would go on uninterrupted.

	By the time she reached Athena’s shoulders, she knew that the hardest part was coming. They were very wide, and all Medusa could do was continue to gulp down the Goddess, hoping that she would not rip in half during the process. Somehow, she was able to get them down, and going under the tunic, gulped the twin mounds of Athena’s breasts. Already the Goddess reached the very tip of Medusa’s digestive tract, and now the Gorgon was faced with the task of making sure her meal curled up inside her, otherwise she would be stuck with a deity sticking halfway out of her. And she did not want to be caught by any of the other gods in such a compromising position.

	As Medusa continued to eat Athena from right out of her clothes, her snake half bulged obscenely, making her eyes widen as she felt the Goddess being folded in half by her powerful stomach muscles, finally allowing more space for the gorgon to continue eating. She moved passed the wide hips and started on the creamy thighs, perfectly sculpted like a statue. The Goddess tasted sweet, though considering their diet was mostly ambrosia, it wasn’t that surprising. Getting to the feet, the gorgon had to resort to using her claws to drag in the final parts of Athena. She didn’t care at this point if the Goddess woke up, she doubted she could do much in this state. Flipping of the sandals, which were the size of her humanoid body, she sucked on the bare soles, drawing them in the strained confines of her stomach. Her face was red from the exertion, but with a mighty gulp she swallowed the last of Athena down, feeling her toes get pushed by her esophagus to go join the rest of the Goddess who was curled tightly in a ball inside Medusa’s stomach. 

	She tried to move, but found herself once again glutted to immobility. The gigantic bulge in her snake half rested on the throne that Athena once sat on. Medusa gave a weak laugh, looking at how the Goddess’s tunic and skirt were now covering her, instead of Athena, the cloth straining against the swell. Already her powerful stomach muscles were massaging various digestive acids into the skin of the Goddess, make Medusa’s belly shift about, giving the impression that Athena was struggling, even though she was oddly still. All the commotion inside her caused some air to be pushed back up, and Medusa covered her mouth with her claws, trying to stifle a large belch, though the burp could still be heard in the stillness of the room.

	“O-Oh Zeus….I’m….urp…unnnngh…” she barely managed to burble out, the gigantic weight making it hard to breath, let alone think, as all of her body’s resources began the task of trying to break down a god into a digestive soup. At this point the thought of being detected was the last thing on her mind, her eyes closing as she let herself dip into a food induced coma, her stomach noisily grinding away at Athena’s body.

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	“You sure this was a good idea sis?” Hermes said, looking at the not so small gorgon, a gluttonous drunken smile on her face as she slept away her Atlas sized meal, the gigantic round bulge grinding loudly away on the throne. “I mean, she was attempting to eat you.”

	Athena smiled. “I can’t really blame her, I did take her head without permission. So why not throw her a bone. Nice job on the body double by the way, looked exactly like me.”

	“Heh. You should be thanking Hephaestus for that. Only the god who made Pandora is capable of that level of skill, I just came up with the idea is all.”

	Another loud belch from Medusa echoed oFf the palace walls.

	“Well, thanks anyway. Hopefully this will finally stop the girl from binging on whatever human she sees. I can’t count how many Athenians have ended up on those hips of hers.”

	“So does that mean you’ve forgiven her on that little escapade in the temple with good ol’ Neptune?”

	“Let’s not go that far.” Athena said, giving a slight frown. “My uncle is still dealing my curse of sea lice. And as for her, well we gods have a rich diet and all.” 

	“So you mean?”

	She winked. “Deities are quite the calorie bomb when eaten. Our dear Medusa will be working off that weight for quite a while before she feels the need to eat again.”

	“Huh, who would have know that you were the most fattening one.” Hermes said.

	“Ha ha. Keep up with the funnies little brother, I hear Echidna has been getting the odd cravings ever since getting pregnant and I would be more than happy to oblige feeding her a clown.”

	“Point taken.” Hermes gulped.

	“C’mon, we better get Apollo’s chariot so we can drop her off back at her island. I don’t really feel like watching her take her time digesting my doppelganger while in my chair.” Athena said, walking away to go fetch her brother’s famous vehicle.

	“Hope she fits. Apollo always did say you weighed it down the most.” Hermes said under his breath, before going to join his sister.