Gods Reborn: Apollo

  

 

Yep, Apollo had just regained life.

His hardened statue form was now flesh. His petrified posture with his hand outstretched, regained feeling. 

Only he would be unfortunate enough to be stuck in the same museum as Ares. He could feel the war god’s rage even on a higher floor. Ares had no god damn tack, letting his divinity run amuck. They each saw the same humans. Apollo didn’t see any viable candidates for Ares or himself. So, he was surprised, when he felt an insane burst of energy, then Ares’ presence vanish from the museum entirely. 
 
Apollo, god of light, purity, and prophecy couldn’t divine himself out of a situation before Ares, out of all the gods? Kind of insulting, but at least the museum was peaceful. Days ticked on as Apollo waited for a movie star, or the dreamboat jock, or cool surfer to present as his body and spirit and free him. Handsome people passed by, but none gave his statue figure more than a glance. He wondered if his divinity had perhaps blinded them in some way to his presence because there was no reason for them not to stare at him. He was Apollo after all!
 
Then one day a family came strolling, and Apollo was uninterested. A husband and wife with their son trailing behind them. The boy was practically attached to his father’s hip as they strolled around the artifacts. There’s nothing bad about the family man. He was just so average. The way he stood and walked through the room reeked of unimpressive behavior. The T-shirt, the cargo shorts, the sunglasses raised on top of the man’s head. The father and son then stood before Apollo, gazing at his glory. Then the man yawned.
 
Apollo fumed quietly. 

A tug on the dad’s shorts was all it took for him to understand his son wanted his sunglasses. With one swift motion the man had the glasses on the boy. Turning away, the father and son walked out, following the female. Apollo thought that’d be it of the annoying family, but soon he heard the pitter patter of footsteps heading back his way. The boy had returned, sunglasses on, poking his head into the room, before walking in and staring Apollo down. The god of light watched the tiny human wander closer, no doubt in awe of his beauty. Curious, as perhaps all humans were, the mortal got close to the display. He reached up putting his hand on Apollo’s outstretched one. The connection was instant. Body, soul, and divinity all reunited. As the god prepared to transfer his divine self, the boy disappeared. He didn’t run out or walk away. He was there one minute, gone the next. His clothes crumpled to the ground, as Apollo watched his salvation disappear. 
 
A deep emptiness filled Apollo that immediately dispersed inside him and hollowed him out. It wasn’t metaphorical, Apollo sensed the inner makings of his marble vanish. There was then a voice.
 
“Uh, dad?” it asked. Freighted. Afraid.
 
The voice came from Apollo, not his mouth, or his head, but rather actually within him. Where the inner stone had been scooped out a mortal now filled him. Apollo’s body and soul were encased in his divinity. The boy's name was Valentin López, his thoughts were fully accessible to the god now. There was no time for either to panic as the mortal began to change. The god could feel his power seeping to fill the body within him. Hidden from the world, the boy grew within Apollo. The god could sense his limbs growing heavier as warm flesh filled him. There was no logical sense to what was happening other than divine power. Apollo’s divinity had been degraded to nothing more than a cocoon for his body and soul as it reshaped itself. He began to breathe as his chest moved and his nose drew in air after ages.
 
Cracks began to form over his smooth form as his divinity was continuously drained to a deeper part of himself. His chest slotted into place as his pecs filled up, with his abs matching the chiseled cuts. Glutes popped into bubbled perfection as the bulge filled in the front. Apollo not only felt it in his interior, but he also sensed his seed weighing heavy in his balls. There was motion and blood flowing to his cock once again. Rubble fell away, disappearing before hitting the floor. Skin was revealed, pristine and flawless as the statue it replaced. The carefully crafted and detailed clothing became as true as his flesh. Apollo emerged whole once again. The boy’s body that had been trapped within Apollo had merged with the god’s handsomeness. 
 

 

Reunited he enjoyed the embrace of the world again. Tragic for the museum to lose such a center piece of its Greek art. But the god of light had his soul and body once more and all had been restored to a state befitting a god. He hopped off the pedestal stretching, whirring back to life as a god as a security guard strolled it.
 
“Who are you?” The man jumped, eyes scanning the half-naked body before him, confused.
 
The god looked back, his glorious backside and behind on display. He could trace the guard’s attention as the man got lost on the rump ahead of him.

 “Blinded by my ass?” A smirk twitched at the edges of his mouth. Good to be back, and to show people the light. “You’re going to walk out of here and forget you ever saw me.” 
 
The guard nodded and walked out, his mind dazzled by divinity. Always a risk when encountering the god of light. 
 
Apollo recognized in the new era his clothes were out of touch. He needed a new wardrobe or else more humans would clock him. His eyes flew to where Valentin’s clothes lay. A temporary fix. He removed his clothes, electing not to let them fade into light, and placed them on the abandoned pedestal. The museum deserved something to remember him by. Then he got dressed in Valentin’s clothes, the first thing the god wanted were the sunglasses. A lingering desire from the boy he once was…also they were cool. Then came the clothes. The shirt was a non-starter, but the briefs went back on. Unfortunately, they couldn’t slide up the entirety of the ass Valentin’s body now had. No worries there, mortals deserved a show. When Apollo tried for the jeans, with a bit of magic they conformed but also found a struggle with his ass.
 
“Valentin, you in here? You’re mom’s ready to…” Mr.  López’s voice trailed off seeing Apollo get dressed. Took him a moment to register, Apollo was wearing Valentin’s outfit, except for the shirt left on the ground. The father pointed at it, then to the stranger that looked like a muscular version of his son.

“Oh, hey dad.” Apollo waved, nonchalant. The temporary magic in Valentin’s pants dispersed as if fell below his thighs, smaller once more. Apollo looked down disgruntled at his lower half and snapped his fingers to at least have his underwear fit. The white briefs morphed into boxer-briefs. Good enough. Apollo looked over at his body’s father. “Mind helping me get dress? There’s a whole world out there that needs some light.”
 
Mr. Lopez took a step forward, the protrusion from his crotch leading the way. He was going to dress the god and anything else Apollo desired. 

No one could resist a call to the light.