PATREON REWARD (A Comfortable Retirement) (Patreon)

"Come on, fit, fit, *FIT*! UGH! *Malakón* helmet!" Kassandra grunted with frustration as she tossed her helmet on the ground, rubbing where her cheeks were pinched by the armored face guard. She glanced down at her ponderous belly and sagging breasts, mottled bulges that swayed with every panting breath. What had happened to her? 

She was once the greatest *misthios* in all of Greece! She slew beasts, climbed mountains, and talked to gods! That was, until she had decided to settle down. She had earned more gold than King Midas, had seen all of Greece, and had faced enough loss and bloodshed to last a dozen lifetimes. Leave Athens and Sparta to their war, she wanted no more.She bought herself a villa and a small army of slaves on a remote Aegean island too small to deserve a name, but large enough to hold a vineyard and a farm. Kassandra admitted that she soon became a bit drunk on power, not to mention the plentiful wine. She had once gone an entire year without wearing clothes, feeding herself, or even touch the ground, preferring to be carried around nude on a litter and spoon-fed every hour by her slaves. 

The inevitable consequences soon appeared, and her once-lithe frame swelled with flesh, until she was literally twice the woman she once was. The tanned, toned *misthios* of old was gone, replaced by a pale, quivering ball of flesh. She knew she had lost her edge, but she had always believed she could put on her armor, pick up her spear, and hop back into the fight whenever she wanted to. She decided to put it to the test today, and had found herself sorely wanting

Kassandra bent down to pick up the breastplate, feeling a painful pinch somewhere on her body with every move. She stopped just before her hands could touch it, the pain in her waistline becoming unbearable and forcing her to upright herself. That was it. She pulled off her armor, rubbing her reddened skin and lumbering back to her villa naked. She deserved a drink after putting up with that.