Zeus, the mighty ruler of the gods, was known for his power and prowess. However, his insatiable appetite for beautiful mortals often landed him in trouble with his wife, Hera.

After Zeus had yet another affair, Hera decided it was time for retribution. She brewed a magical potion in secret, using ingredients known only to her.

This potion wasn't meant to harm Zeus physically, but it was designed to change his appearance. Hera wanted to make him the fattest god on Mount Olympus.

She served Zeus his favorite nectar, spiked with the potion. Oblivious to the plot, Zeus gulped down the nectar, praising its unique taste.

The effect of the potion was slow but steady. Zeus began to gain weight. His once chiseled physique started to soften, his muscles turning to flab.

He began to eat more, his appetite growing insatiable. He devoured mountains of ambrosia, drank rivers of nectar, and his belly expanded with each passing day.

Zeus's once-fitted robes now strained against his bloated form. He had to commission new ones, larger and more accommodating for his expanding girth.

However, Zeus seemed oblivious to his changing physique. He continued his hedonistic lifestyle, oblivious of his expanding waistline and Hera's satisfied smirk.

His increasing size became the talk of Olympus. The other gods were bemused by Zeus's transformation, but none dared to question the king of gods.

However, his size started to hinder his movements. His once swift stride turned into a slow lumber, his energy waning with every extra pound.

Yet, Zeus remained unbothered. He spent his days feasting and napping, his once busy schedule replaced by indulgence and lethargy.

Hera watched in satisfaction as her plan unfolded. Zeus, once the epitome of godly physique, was now the fattest god on Mount Olympus.

As Zeus's size increased, so did his desires. He continued to eat and drink excessively, his enormous belly a testament to his unending greed.

As time passed, Zeus's throne had to be reinforced to accommodate his massive weight. The once mighty Zeus was now a bloated caricature of his former self.

His once impressive biceps were now hidden under layers of fat, his strong legs now barely visible under his enormous belly.

Hera, satisfied with the transformation, finally revealed her plot. She told Zeus about the potion and his heedless consumption, watching his shock turn into realization.

Zeus was initially angry, but he soon realized that he had brought this upon himself. He had let his desires control him, leading to his current state.

He tried to lose weight, but Hera's potion was powerful. It had tapped into his own gluttonous tendencies, making it difficult for him to resist food.

Zeus accepted his fate, choosing to live with his newfound size. He continued to rule Olympus, his size a constant reminder of his past misdeeds.

Hera's revenge was complete. She had humbled the mighty Zeus and taught him a lesson he would not forget.

Zeus, despite his size, remained a powerful god. He learnt to rule with wisdom and restraint, his past excesses a reminder of the consequences of his actions.

He learnt to control his desires, his gluttony now a thing of the past. He became a better ruler, his experiences teaching him valuable lessons.

The other gods, witnessing Zeus's transformation, learnt to be careful of their own excesses. Hera's revenge had served as a cautionary tale for them all.

Hera, satisfied with the outcome, watched as Zeus became a better ruler. Her revenge had not only punished Zeus but had also resulted in a more balanced Olympus.

Thus, the tale of the bloated god served as a reminder to all. It taught the gods the price of indulgence and the importance of balance and restraint.