Chapter 1: The Ides of March

A huge leather clad foot hovered above the small crowd of gladiators, the powerful Empress towering above the Coliseum. The gold lined dress fit snugly on her mountainous curves, as she glared at the small men. The leather sandal stood inches away from their faces, as a female voice boomed above, “Lick, you insignificant pests”. The gladiators sucked up their pride, as they started frantically licking the massive sole, or risk being crushed.  However, one lone figure stood up to giant empress, as he emerged from the sole. The lightly armed gladiator stood at the base of the foot, her toes easily twice his size. The slightest flick of those, could crush a man in an instant. The gladiator stood firm, his scarred face portraying no fear.  The emboldened figure looked up at the empress, directly in her huge blue eyes. The gladiator pulled out his gladius and yelled, “I am Julius Maximus Marius and I bow down to no man or woman”…

Ever since birth, Julius Marius was bred to be a warrior, his blood flowing thick with Roman Ancestry. All of his ancestors had either fought for Rome or against it. Maximus Decimus Marius, his father, was a Roman Legionnaire who obtained the esteemed rank of Primus Pilas, but was killed in battle at the Battle of the Baetis River in 80 BC, less than one year before Julius was born. Adelia Marius, his mother, committed suicide shortly after he was born, succumbing to grief at her husband’s death. Unfortunately, Julius was too young to know his parents, and was not aware of his father’s career.

The death of his parents led to a harsh life for young Julius, as he was adopted by a set of foster parents. Gaius Vispanius Afer, his foster father, and a close friend of Maximus, brutally beat the young boy to teach him the most important virtues for a child of Rome. These virtues were reverence for the gods, respect for the law, unquestioning and instant obedience to authority, truthfulness, and self-reliance. Not only did his foster father instill values in the young Julius, but he also taught him the art of war. Gaius showed Julius the ways to use his smaller stature to defeat larger, stronger opponents. “Celeritatem et sollertiam (speed and skill),” Gaius always used to say.

These skills were put to use when he was hunted by the local bullies. Blond hair swaying, the agile Julius used his small stature to easily weave in and out of the slow punches of the larger bullies, quickly taking them down. Gaius taught him all the necessary skills of the art of war, as well as in riding, swimming, wrestling, and boxing. Lucilla Severa Afer, his foster mother, taught Julius reading, writing, arithmetic, and proper oratory skills. Ambition is what drove Julius, his small stature, even by Roman standards, a measly 5’3, made him want to prove his worth. This made Julius constantly pick fights with larger boys, to discover his weaknesses and theirs.  His stature would in fact, give him a slight advantage in fights.

As Julius approached manhood, he slowly started to develop a fascination towards the glorious Roman Legionnaires.  On the day he discarded the crimson-bordered toga (toga praetexta) of a child and donned the pure white toga of a man, Julius enlisted in the Legionnaires. On the day before leaving for Legionnaire training, his father bought Julius a chest plate engraved with the words, Vires et Honestas (Strength and Honor). These two words are what would guide him throughout his military career.

Luckily for Julius, the Consul Julius Caesar had just embarked on his campaigns in Gaul, Germania, and Brittania. Julius Marius joined the Thirteenth Legion (Legio XIII), and served in some of the most famous battles of the Gallic Wars such as The Battle against the Nervians, The Siege of Gergovia, and The Battle of Alesia. He served bravely during the eight year Gallic Campaign, rising to the esteemed position of Optio at the age of twenty six.  This was due to his prowess on the battlefield, and his tactical finesse.

After the Gallic Wars, Caesar crossed the Rubicon with his thirteenth legion, and started a Civil War.  The legion remained faithful to Caesar during the resulting civil war between Caesar and the conservative Optimates faction of the senate, whose legions were commanded by Pompey. Legio XIII was active throughout the entire war, fighting at Dyrrhachium,Pharsalus, The Battle of Thapsus and the final Battle of Munda. After Munda, Caesar disbanded the legion, retired his veterans, and gave them farmland in Italy. Finally, after thirteen years of battle, Julius Marius returned home a war hero.

44 BC: The Ides of March

Pompey’s theatre blazed bright as the sounds of the area drifted to an old man’s ears. The flowing purple toga picta flowed around the man’s scrawny legs.  The man was tall of stature with a fair complexion, shapely limbs, a somewhat full face, and keen black eyes. The figure looked lost in thought as he walked down the cobbled roads. This man was the legendary Gaius Julius Caesar, the recently proclaimed dictator for life. This was the man who had conquered the Gauls, Brittanians, the forces of Pompey, and brought glory back to the Roman Republic. But this legendary man was nervous, lately tensions with the senate had been running high.

“The people want me king,” he thought, “I must use this to finally take absolute power from the Senate”. Even though he was proclaimed Dictator Perpetou (Dictator in Perpetuity), the Senate still had the formal power, to the chagrin of Caesar. As he walked a familiar pain resounded through his head. Bright flashes went off inside Caesars head as he almost felt his spirit exiting his body. Breathing heavily, a hairy hand went up to Caesar’s forehead. “Caesar are you alright?” a familiar voice came through the foggy mist in his throbbing head. “I am fine Decimus,” Caesar said as he gritted his teeth. “We are not far from the Senate, Caesar,” Decimus Brutus said politely. “Let us hurry dear Decimus,” Caesar whispered as he composed himself. A small group of senators approached Decimus and Caesar, greeting them as they walked to the Senate.

The marble walls of the Senate shone brightly as the group entered. The statues of Mars, Jupiter, and Venus were displayed all over the room.  “Hail Caesar,” the senators all yelled as he sat down on a marble seat. Caesar slowly adjusted himself as he observed the hundreds of senators sitting before him. Caesar’s eyes danced around the room as he looked at senators such as Marcus Brutus, Gaius Cassius, and Servilius Casca. Lucius Cimber slowly approached Caesar with a small piece of parchment in his sweaty hand. “Caesar, this is a petition to recall my exiled brother Publius”. A sudden crowd of white senators swarmed around Caesar as he looked at the parchment paper in Lucius’s hand. With a flick of a wrist, Caesar waved off Lucius without even glancing at the pardon.

 That was the signal… Lucius grabbed Caesar’s shoulder and pulled down on his tunic. “Why, this is this violence,” Caesar screamed as he was thrown to the ground. Servilius Casca produced his dagger and made a move towards Caesars throat, but he quickly turned around and caught the dagger. “Casca you villain, what are you doing?” Caesar questioned. Casca, frightened, shouted, “Help, Brother”. Within moments, the senators had swarmed Caesar but before they could strike, a distant rumbling was heard… A giant feminine hand burst through the Senate’s ceiling, marble raining down upon the assassins, their bodies were trapped under the ruins, as their screams for help echoed through the building. Then suddenly… a giant face appeared… the face of Calpurnia Pisonis.

Three hours earlier… Calpurnia sat on her linen bed looking slowly at the dark glass of wine before her. In this wine rested the infamous soybeans of Han. These beans were discovered by local village women hundreds of years ago in the remote mountains of China. These beans were a natural growth enhancer, meaning the consumer grew as they ate these. However, due to the nature of these beans, the user did not grow rapidly over time. Only over ten or twenty years did the user experience any type of growth, and even then, the growth was not noticeable. Once the soybeans reached the Roman Empire they came into contact with a substance known as Asbestos. This substance was found in the clothes, pots, buildings, and most things the Romans made. This asbestos acted as a catalyst for the soybeans fueling the growth process for organisms. Not all people grew though, only women grew to extreme heights due to their estrogen which positively reacted with the soybeans once ingested.  Presently, these bits of knowledge were not well known, and only a few women had tried this. Unfortunately, these giant women were usually banished or killed by the townspeople.

Now, the wife of Julius Caesar, Calpurnia, held the mysterious concoction in her hands. She knew the peril her husband faced going into the Senate. She knew the sneaky nature of the senators, and consequently did not trust them. Calpurnia had begged Julius not to travel to the Senate, as she had a dream. In her dreams, she saw the Roman Senators bathing their hands in Caesars blood, as his body lay before them. Caesar had at first, listened to Calpurnia’s warning about not going to the Senate. But, alas, Decimus Brutus had convinced Caesar to join them in the Senate. Presently, she lay on their bed as she stared at the mysterious liquid. The next thing she did would change history forever…

The cool concoction slid down her throat as she slurped down the remainder of the drink. Calpurnia laid on the bed, as she thought about the consequences of her actions. Suddenly it happened, a warm fuzzy feeling started from her belly, and spread to every corner of her body. Then she started to grow, her breasts became larger, hips wider, legs longer, arms larger, and muscle more firm. The bed started to creak under the increasing pressure, as it buckled to the floor. Calpurnia’s moans filled the large room, as she gasped for air. The room became increasingly small as she grew, the seams of her gown bursting at the bits. Abruptly, she then burst out of the building in full frontal glory, the plaster flying out at high speeds.

“Must find Caesar,” she thought as she gazed around the ruined building. The ever growing woman stepped out of the villa, into the busy streets of Rome. A legionnaire stepped out into the road, “My lady… ahhhhhhh,”he screamed as he was thrown into her growing mouth. Calpurnia slowly chewed on the soldier, savoring the bloody juices seeping out of his body.  The growing body ached for more nutrients, as the iron in his blood, rapidly sped up the growth process. Another moan rocked Calpurnia’s body as she now stood at over one hundred feet tall. As she took a step, a small crowd of around ten people were obliterated under the merciless foot of the new empress. Their bones cracking, and ribs breaking as the thousands of pounds of pressure squeezed the life out of them. As she started walking towards the Senate, she found herself popping people like cherries into her mouth, as she continued to grow. Their insignificant bodies being thrown into the huge cavern of her mouth, as they were ground to a fine mist. The giant feet cracking the cobbled streets, as the ground shook.  

It only took a few minutes for Calpurnia to cover the distance to the Senate, as the city scurried in panic. At the Senate, she plunged her huge hands into the roof, collapsing it in on itself. As she looked around the rubble, she found what she always knew along. Daggers were splayed across the floor, as the assassins looked upon the giantess. The huge hands gravitated towards the senators, as she picked them up and shoved them into her cacophonous mouth. Their screams dying away as they traveled down her massive esophagus. Calpurnia moaned as she felt the struggles of the most powerful men in Rome sliding down her throat. Then her gaze fell upon her husband Caesar as he lay wounded on the floor, a piece of marble pinning his leg. She then rolled the rock to the side, as she picked up the wounded Caesar.

As Caesar gazed into his wife’s huge eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what did this. His crushed right leg spurting blood, as he screeched in pain. “Help me…,” screamed Caesar, as he looked pleadingly at Calpurnia. The giant woman averted her gaze from Caesar, and looked around at the city beneath her feet, the Coliseum, Circus Maximus, and The Forum. “The whole city mine, all mine,” she thought, “and only a puny man in my way”. The face slowly returned as she gazed upon her wounded husband. The hand slowly started ascending towards her gaping maw, Caesar yelled, “Calpurnia what are you doing?” she then giggled as he was dropped into her massive tongue. Caesar looked up at the fading light as the jaw closed shut, and yelled, “Et tu, Calpurnia?”, as he plunged into the darkness. 

Chapter 2: Capua

Ten years later… the demographics of the Roman Empire had changed drastically. Ever since Calpurnia had ravaged the streets of Rome, eaten all the Senators, and her husband, power had been rapidly shifting in the Empire. Ninety percent of Roman women were now all above ten feet tall, the tallest was the three hundred foot Calpurnia. Powerful men all across the land had been overthrown by their larger stronger wives. The male citizens were rounded up in stockades as they were sent to various parts of the Empire, as slaves. Some went to forced labor camps, gladiator school, or were eaten by hungry masses of womenfolk.  The worst of the treatment came from the home bound prisoners, these men were either former husbands or lovers. Now, they were used and abused as sex toys, while they slowly lost all masculinity.  These debased men tended to every need of their master, such as massaging, pleasuring, even painting their toenails.  The slow degradation of the male species had started…

The gladiatorial school of Baiatus stood on a slight knoll in the sloping valleys of Capua. The mason building stood erect, as the dull sound of wood was heard. The rudas (lusoria arma) splintered as the wooden swords met. “Parry…Thrust…Parry… Disarm,” yelled an instructor as the combatants finished their drill. “Drop,” the instructor yelled as the combatants started cranking out pushups. “Done,” he said, as the men recovered. “Go to the showers and clean up, but remember tomorrow is the coena libera (last meal),” the instructor said. The two combatants nodded before they sprinted off to the showers as the sun slowly dipped behind the rolling hills.

The cold water ran down Julius Marius’s back as he shivered in the darkness. His shaven head, rough stubble and muscular body suggested tough training at the school. The scars of multiple campaigns for Rome lined his body. A black tattoo adorned his left shoulder with the words, “Pia Fidelis,” (Faithful and Loyal) the motto of the Thirteenth Legion. The blood slowly dripping from his hands as he braced against the wall. The piercing black eyes stared into the grey concrete, as they looked off into a parallel world. He remembered it like it was yesterday….

Julius slowly bit on a piece of bread, as he chewed thoughtfully. His wife, Livilla Marius, and son, Titus Marius, sat before him, meticulously biting into their fruit. The black hair of his wife Livilla hung gracefully over her shoulders, as her dark blue eyes looked at Julius. The white toga hinted at a slim voluptuous figure of a beautiful woman. Titus sat only a couple feet from his mother, as his long blond hair and strong features focused intently on his meal.

As Julius glanced around the small villa, his eyes focused on his engraved gladius nestled in the corner. In the wood was engraved a silver horse gracefully galloping on the wooden hilt (calpulus). Suddenly, an earthquake shook the small villa as the three occupants looked worriedly outside. The silverware on the table rattled, as the earthquakes continued.  The family knew what was coming, as they had heard rumors from Rome and the rest of the empire. Suddenly the earthquakes stopped as a thunderous voice was heard. “All male residents of the town of Potenza step outside, lethal force shall be used if necessary,” the voice boomed. Julius slowly got up from the table, as he looked into the worried eyes of Livilla and Titus. “I’ll be back,” he whispered as he sprinted to grab his armor (Lorica Segmentata) and gladius.

As he returned donned in his full battle gear, he said, “If I do not return, take this,” as he handed his son the white toga of a man,” Protect our home and your mother.” The boy’s eyes welled up in tears as he looked at his stoic father. Titus slowly got up from his chair, as he hugged his father. Livilla then sprinted to embrace Julius, her toga fluidly moving as she ran. Her arms tightly wrapped around him, as she sobbed on his shoulder. Julius held his family tight as they sobbed, his expression remained stoic but inside of him, his emotions were exploding. All he wanted to do was raise a family in peace, and farm his land. He just wanted to let it go, and cry with his wife and son, but he knew the dangers of the giant women coming from Rome. Rumors had swirled that they were rounding up the male population to use as slaves and sex toys. Julius knew his obligation as a man was to protect his family at all costs. He slowly broke off the hug as his teary wife and son looked at him. The wet tears dripping off his armor, as he turned to walk out the door. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at his family for one last time, their stricken faces burning into his mind, before slowly pushing the door open.

Julius slowly emerged from the house as he surveyed the situation before him. In the center of town were a group of giantess legionnaires corralling a group of men into a column like cattle. A group of women and children sat in a corner crying as their fathers were taken away. The tallest giantess, about sixty feet, stood off to the side directing the operations.  The other five, around twenty feet tall, stood herding the men. One of the heavily armed legionnaires slowly turned around and walked over to Julius. “Drop your weapons, the Empress demands all male slaves” she snarled. The two words slave and empress struck him slightly as he processed the information.  

The twenty foot woman suddenly reached out to take a hold of Julius, but he quickly drew his gladius and cut her hand off.  The amputated hand falling to the dark ground, as bright red blood spurted out of her arm coloring the soil. She quickly retracted the arm as she howled in pain, dropping to her knees. Julius quickly swung the gladius as it cut into the soft flesh of the neck, as the jugular burst. The female soldier’s eyes darkened as her body slumped over, a dark pool of blood coagulating next to her face. Julius stared into the lifeless eyes, as he stood victorious over the body of his enemy.

The other four legionnaires took off towards Julius as they drew their swords. The first legionnaire lunged towards him, her blade flashing as it barely missed his head. A counterattack ensued, as he slashed at her elbow, creating a fast flowing stream of blood. The next legionnaire, raised her foot as it struck him dead on, as he vaulted backwards. Julius gasped for breath as the foot was placed upon his chest. “Let’s crush this little fucker,” the second legionnaire said as she slowly increased the pressure, his ribs starting to strain as his armor bent inward. It felt as if his internal organs were going to push through his mouth, as Julius coughed blood spurting out of his mouth. “No,” a larger voice boomed, “this one shall be a gladiator”.  The four giantesses looked around at their sixty foot tall leader standing over the crowd of frightened men. “But he just killed Atia, we should end him now,” screamed the legionnaire. “This one lives,” said the leader, “Now put him in the crowd and let’s get moving”. Julius was roughly shoved forward as the four legionnaire’s silently glared at him.  “Move,” the leader spoke, as the crowd of men slowly shuffled forward to their new destination.

 It took over two weeks to reach Capua, half of the group had already died. Most had died from dysentery and malnutrition, but the others had been eaten by the hungry giantesses. The cannibalization of his fellow kind, only added to the fueling anger inside of Julius. He swore that day, that he would have his vengeance on these people. As they slowly approached Capua, Julius and two other men split off from the group heading towards the gladiator school. The larger portion of the group headed off towards labor camps in the north.

Julius eyes slowly focused after having a brief but intense flashback. His blurred hands slid down the wall as he gazed at the bloody pool below him. Julius slowly dried himself off with the rough wool towel, as he made his way back to his cell. As he lay on his bed Julius remembered that tomorrow could be his last day on earth, as his body shuddered with at the magnitude of the thought. He then prayed to the gods that they would deliver him a fruitful victory in the arena. Julius then turned over on his side, and drifted to sleep.

The morning came quickly, as Julius rose to attend the last meal. He sat silently while the other gladiators indulged themselves in the bountiful feast before them. Decadent entrees lined the table as they were quickly consumed by the hungry horde. Julius knew this would not be his last meal, because he knew he would win.  “I shall kill all who stand before me,” thought Julius, “I shall return to my family” he swore. Once finished with the meal, the gladiators went to their rooms to prepare for the upcoming fights.

The metal door swung open as Julius emerged into the small arena clad in his armor, his gladius and scutum (shield) swinging loosely from his hands. The sweat rolled down his back as he gazed around the fifty foot tall arena. Off to his right sat the magnificent Cornelia Murcia, the new owner of the gladiatorial school. The seventy foot tall blonde woman sat imposingly as she smirked at the two combatants. Her large figure jutted out the top of the arena, as her personal slaves attended to her every need. A large clay pot sat next to her, as she popped a medium size man into her bloody mouth. The men were almost like popcorn to her, as she hungrily disposed of them. Even in the midst of her cannibalizing the men, she had an almost unworldly beauty to her. The long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, the white toga showed off her massive soft breasts and firm ass.  

The curvaceous figure taunted all the lustful men nearby but no one dared to approach the “goddess,” or risk being eaten. One of the slaves attending to her was the former owner of the arena Lentulus Batiatus, before she made him her personal slave. He massaged her foot rapidly, as his calloused hands worked the large feet. Cornelia sat impatiently waiting for the battle to begin. 

To his left and center stood the mobs of dirty plebeians, who eagerly thirsted for blood.  These bestial people threw food, and sometimes even fecal matter into the arena, as they squirmed in their seats. Ten feet in front of Julius, stood a bare-chested tall black warrior from the plains of Africa. The warrior before him was a Retiarii, a net fighter, who was armed with a net and a trident. These types of fighters were lightning fast, and could quickly take down a slower heavily armed fighter. Julius was classified as a Secutores, which was a heavily armed gladiator armed with a standard gladius and a scutum. Julius wore an Ocrea, or metal greave, on the lower left leg.

His right arm and wrist was protected by a manica of tied leather. The two warriors took a slight bow as they prepared to fight, the sun bleached sand heating up the musky arena. Suddenly, the Retiarii dashed forward, his trident slashing forward as Julius parried it with his scutum. The warrior took a step back to assess the abilities of Julius. His brow glistening with sweat as Julius inched his way forward to close gap. Both men breathed heavily, as they continued to attack and parry. The chinking of the gladius and the trident sounded throughout the arena, as the crowd roared. All of a sudden, the net came flying forth as it pinned Julius’s foot tripping him over. His face collided with the hot soil, as he saw the trident flying towards his chest, pulling his scutum up. The trident bounced off the shield, as Julius brought the blade of his gladius down upon the net effectively cutting himself free.

The trident then came forward towards his neck, but Julius rolled out of the way, as he cut the wooden handle of the weapon off with his gladius. The Retiarii, disarmed and dazed stumbled back. Julius hopped up off the ground, as he quickly advanced towards the Retiarii. Out of the blue, three heavily armed Gallus warriors appeared in the arena. The first two carried the standard load for gladiators, a simple gladius and a scutum. The last Gallus carried a heavy lance, which swung around his head. Julius brazenly charged forward, as the first Gallus struck out foolishly. Dropping his shield, Julius parried with his gladius as he brought his left fist around landing at the base of the Gallus’s temple. Then the blade of the sword buried itself in the stomach of the first opponent, his steaming internal organs splayed out across the ground, as his screams echoed throughout the arena. The second Gallus, ran up screaming, his sword held high, as he charged forward. Julius easily ducked under the sword, slashing the opponent across his chest.

The second Gallus turned around expecting to charge again, but was met with a sharp cut to the neck as he dropped to the ground, blood spurting from his wound. Julius turned around after slaying his first two opponents, and took a look at the two left. One was the disarmed Retiarii, and the lance Gallus which had held back. Picking up the sword of the dead Gallus, Julius chucked the sword towards the Retiarii. The blade flipping over itself as it buried itself the Retiarii’s chest, as he crumpled to the ground. About that time, the lance Gallus swung his heavy lance trying to hit Julius. As if in slow motion, Julius ducked the blow and drove the sword up through the bottom of his skull, the bits of brain matter flying out of his battered cerebrum.

The heavy Gallus hit the ground with a thud, as the crowd cheered wildly as they chanted, “*Tetraites, Tetraites, Tetraites”. The arena was strewn with organs, blood, and other pieces of matter. Julius walked up to the platform that held Cornelia, and yelled, “Are you not entertained? Is that not why you are here?” as he spit at the bloodied ground. The crowd was silenced in awe, at the insult the gladiator had hurled at Cornelia. Grabbing the hilt of his gladius, Julius went over to the fallen heavy Gallus. Reaching up above his head he brought the sword through the dead man’s neck severing it. Julius then grabbed the severed head, and wound back, as he threw the decapitated skull at the giantess. The skull landed on her toga, staining the pure white cotton with the splattered red blood. The crowd gasped in excitement at the unfolding events. “How dare you slave?” she yelled as she threw the head into the crowd, as she slowly stood up to her full height. “Come and fight me you overgrown bitch,” Julius shouted at the giantess. “I guess you will have to die by the sole, gladiator,” she snarled as she slowly walked forward. “Come forth…,” Julius said, as he smirked while holding the bloody gladius in his hand. The deadly but beautiful Cornelia slowly walked over to the small gladiator in the arena…

*Tetraites was discovered through graffiti found in Pompeii in 1817, Tetraites was documented for his spirited victory over Prudes.  Fighting in the murmillones style, he wielded a sword, a rectangle shield, a helmet, arm guards, and shin guards.  The extent of his fame was not fully comprehended until the late Twentieth Century, when pottery was found as far away as France and England which depicted Tetraites’ victories.

Chapter 3: The Fight

The earthquakes shook the stadium as a giant foot landed on an empty plot of sand where a small figure had been before.  The massive piece of flesh obliterating everything in its path, even the crumpled corpses in the arena. The seventy foot tall behemoth of a woman looked frustrated as the small figure scurried between her feet, almost like a mouse. Julius was panting wildly, the multiple sprints from the gigantic foot had tired him. His lungs were burning with the effort of evading this giantess woman. The sweat pouring down his face, as his canvas loin cloth (subligaculum) stuck to his body as he dodged her foot again, as it came down blowing the sand outward from the impact.

All of a sudden, Julius had a revelation how to take down this behemoth. In front of him was the answer… the Achilles tendon. Julius had always heard of the legend of the warrior deity Achilles, who had killed the Trojan hero Hector. As they say, everything has its weakness, and Achilles was his heel. Paris then fatally shot Achilles in the heel with a poisoned arrow ending his life. Julius returned to reality as Cornelia turned around to face the miniscule gladiator. 

“Ready to die you weak little man?” asked Cornelia as she gazed confidently at Julius. Just then the large leather clad foot sprung to life as it hurtled towards him, but this was all Julius needed. Jumping out of the way as the foot slammed into the ground, Julius sprinted over to the tendon. Gripping the wooden handle of his gladius tight, he swung with all his might as the blade ruptured the tendon, blood spewing all over his armor. A shrill scream was heard as the seventy foot goliath fell to its side, as it gripped its bloody heel. The crowd was silenced in awe, everyone had expected for the gladiator to get crushed under the giantesses’ sole.

 The crunching of the sand was heard as Julius slowly walked to the stricken face of Cornelia. A swath of air rushed over Julius as a giant hand barely missed him. “You… you…,” her mouth frothed with rage, “… can’t kill a goddess.” The hand returned as it tried to swat him away, instead of dodging it, Julius stepped into the strike. He struck the wrist with the tip of the sword as it sliced through the tendons as a river of blood flowed forth. 

The slow moving hand caught Julius and knocked him back into the hot sand. As he lay in the sand, another giant hand flashed forward palm down as it accelerated downwards. In a split second, he had grabbed his gladius holding it upwards as to impale the extremity on itself. The hand came down hard as the crowd gasped at the apparent death of the gladiator. Then the mobs of plebeians started cheering as they saw a small metal blade protruding out of the red hand. Cornelia screamed as she felt the cold metal sticking out of her hand.

The limp hand fell to the side, as Julius pulled the sword out of the hand, causing the giantess excruciating pain. Abruptly the crowd started chanting, “Kill…Kill…Kill,” as they roared back to life.  The hundreds of thumbs were pointed down as Julius methodically climbed up to the throat of Cornelia. The giantess lay sprawled on her back, her two bloody hands parallel to her shoulders, as she cried in pain.  The once pure white toga was stained with blood, dirt, and other particles. At the base of her tree trunk sized neck, Julius looked into the pale face of Cornelia. “Go ahead and kill me gladiator,” she said laboriously through the intense pain. The crowd subsequently roared as they heard the confession of death. As he gazed upon the wounded woman, for a brief second her face materialized into the spitting image of his wife. 

The stunned Julius gaped at the face of his wife, as the feeling of aggressive bloodlust turned into one of remorse. As quickly as it came, the face disappeared into the pain filled face of Cornelia. Julius’s conscience was driving him insane, on one hand he wanted to brutally cut this giantess woman’s throat and watch her slowly bleed out as she succumbed to death. He wanted to avenge his kind’s deaths, and roar his victory while the crowd cheered him on, as he stood on the goliath he had killed. 

On the other hand, he wanted to spare this woman’s life. Julius sighed as he raised the gladius up in the air above the soft tissue of the neck. The bloody sword shone in the noon sun as it glistened above the fallen giantess. A quick motion ensued as... the gladius fell to the ground.  The shocked crowd, mouths agape, followed the gladiator as he hopped off the defeated Cornelia. Holding up his hands in the air, Julius let out a primeval roar as he threw his gladius in the sand and triumphantly walked out of the arena…

Three days later, Julius sat in his dark cell sharpening the blade of his sword. After he had left the arena, the plebeians had gone crazy chanting, “Tetraites…Tetraites,” as the wounded Cornelia hobbled out the passageway limping on one foot. Word had reached Rome about Julius’s fighting prowess, and his merciful act on Cornelia. The empire was ablaze with rumors about the now famous gladiator.

The cheap woolen tunic hung loosely on his body, as the cold wind blew through the window. The faint sound of footsteps were heard, as a figure approached the metal bars of the cell. “Mistress Tertulla requests you at her villa,” said the figure. Julius groaned as he got up from the uncomfortable cot. “Mistress Tertulla, the wife of the former Marcus Licinius Crassus, the wealthiest woman in the Empire,” Julius thought, “What does she want with me?” Julius walked through the narrow exit of the barracks and into the streets of Capua.  

The busy streets were filled with hordes of people, horses, and livestock roaming the street.  The smell of defecation and urine hung strongly in the air.  The leather slapped against the cobbled stones, as a small detachment of female legionnaires met up with the figure and Julius. “We are here to escort you to the Mistresses villa, follow us,” said the lead Legionnaire, as they starting walking towards the imposing white villa on the outskirts of town. Suddenly, a small mob of people came over to the group of legionnaires, their eyes looking for a figure amongst them. “Is that him,” one plebian said, “Can’t be,” another said as they swarmed the group. “Get back,” as one legionnaire shoved a dirty plebian into a cobble street. 

The situation turned quickly violent as the soldiers started using more force. Suddenly, a feminine face popped through the throng of shoving people and soldiers. The face gasped as it saw Julius, “It’s him… Tetraites,” as she fell back. The crowd consequently erupted as they cheered his name. “Let me touch him,” one voice yelled as she tried to breach the perimeter. 

“Let’s get out of here before we get swarmed,” the lead legionnaire quickly said. As they neared the imposing villa, Julius marveled at the two hundred fifty foot tall marble pillars that supported the massive building. The villa was laid out in a simple horse shoe shape, the center building containing the chamber of Tertulla. Out of the corner Julius noticed a long fence to his right. Grunting sounds echoed throughout the area, as bestial men were held in pens.

“Who… or what are they?” Julius asked the lead legionnaire. “Those people are the mistress’s food supply, we round up a couple thousand plebeians off the street a year, and transport them here for fattening”. Julius could only stand stunned as he watched the groveling males fight and scrounge for food in the muddy pits. The saliva glistening on their lips as they savagely dug into the food like animals.

 “Are you coming Tetraites?” asked the leader, as Julius was jolted back from his trance. “Yes…,” as he hurried along to the main building. Once inside the lavish villa, they were brought to a huge throne holding Tertulla. The two hundred foot tall woman had luscious blond hair that flowed to her shoulders, a stunning body hid by the flowing toga, and soft features. Immediately, her light blue eyes focused on Julius, “Bow to your mistress,” said the legionnaire as she bowed. All the figures bowed except for Julius, his defiant gaze burning into the giant woman.

 Tertulla smiled as she said, “Leave us… I would like to talk to Tetraites privately”. The small group exited the room, as Tertulla nervously shifted in her seat, her hands hung off to her side. “Empress Calpurnia had demanded you fight at the Coliseum next week in celebration of the tenth anniversary of her rise to power,” she said as she sighed sadly. “What is your real name Tetraites?” she asked. “I am Julius Maximus Marius, Opiate of Caesar’s Thirteenth Legion,” he said proudly as he stuck out his small chest. “Well Julius, you are a very remarkable man,” she said, “You defeated Cornelia in combat and spared her life, earning my admiration, I am a huge fan of yours by the way,” as she broke out a toothy grin. “You are not like these weak men,” as she plopped a fat plebian into her mouth, “these men are dispensable, you are… different.” Julius gawked as she crunched the man into a fine mist between the white teeth.

 “In this world, it is so hard to find a good man, as most of them are food or slaves,” she said in between chews, “ but you would make a great companion,” as she raised her eyebrow slightly. “A good strong man to become the lover of the wealthiest woman in the Empire,” she smiled as she slightly rubbed one of her large breasts. Julius slowly turned as to walk away, but a loud rustling sound was heard behind him. 

A large hand was extended his way, “Please don’t go… I thought I could never find a real man who could satisfy me and now you come along…”   Tertulla gently moved off the throne, as she got down on her hands and knees. The thousands of tons of breast flesh swung gently, as they mesmerized Julius. “Like it don’t you?” she asked, as the breasts moved closer.  Julius felt a familiar sensation in his pants as he gaped at the giant woman. “I just want to put you right here,” as she pointed towards her cleavage, while rubbing her nether regions with her other hand.  

As she inched closer, her hand moved closer to his crotch. Julius looked up at the massive being above him, the power she held aroused him deeply. Her index finger slowly massaged his crotch as he was getting rock hard. A flash entered Julius’s mind as he pictured the men in the pens being fed to this woman. “I…. can’t,” Julius said as he backed away from Tertulla. She gave him a quizzical look as she pressed her breasts together, “I know you want me Julius,” she said. “Uhhh… I must be on my way now,” Julius said as he headed towards the exit. “I shall have you Julius,” she cooed as she rubbed her sensitive regions, “I will make you give in”. 

Sprinting towards the exit, Julius glanced back one more time at Tertulla. The marble cracked as her massive hands gripped the floor tightly, as her breasts swung back and forth. A lustful smile played across her face as she blew a kiss to him. Julius lost his breath as he looked at the magnificent sight before him." Must resist," he thought," Cannot give in" as the fabric stretched even further.

Once out of the room, Julius met with the escort that had delivered him here. “Tetraites are you…oh,” the lead legionnaire asked, as she gazed at the flustered Julius, the seams of his pants barely containing his hard on. “I see you had a good time with the Mistress,” she said as she chuckled. “Let’s just get back,” said the red faced Julius. The small group made their way back to the barracks as the sun dipped behind the rolling hills…