"So," thundered Zeus' voice from the top of the spiritual Olympus. "I see the mortals are once again honoring us with their quadrennial games! And, by my beard, the female athletes are more attractive in their fitness than ever!"
"Have a care, husband," said Hera. "If I see your eye, and other body parts, wandering too far, I shall break my promise of no more meddling with mortals and you will find yourself ogling a cow, like you turned your dear mistress Io into to try and hide her from me!"
"I am no longer worshipped,and married, but I am not yet dead!" cried Zeus. "I am merely interested in the capabilities of women in this age, no matter what their form! And, besides, I have noticed you paying attention to many of the men down there as well."
"My lord Zeus," said Hermes, messenger of the gods <and also patron god of gamblers>, I think you and our queen may have stumbled upon an idea for entertainment! We all know these mortals excell at these games in their current forms! But, what if their forms were suddenly different?"
"You mean if, instead of a vibrant, beautiful woman or man runner, there was suddenly, say, a ... "