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Gravity, as any skydiver would tell you, is an absolute ice-cold ballbusting bitch. 

And that’s on a good day. 

Now, luckily for the newly reawakened Zelda, Lake Hylia was directly under her. Speaking purely objectively, she would have been fine. But our good friend Link wouldn’t be much of a hero if he just let his princess crash into a lake would be? 

And so; he dove after her. It was all a very heartwarming gesture. In fact Link was so blinded by her general heroics that he didn’t actually get a very good look at Princess Zelda until his reckless dive toward terra firma brought him close to the plummeting tangle of ruffled skirts and long messy blonde hair.

But when Link thought he was close enough to take her outstretched hand; he grabbed hair. 

Huh?

He was grabbing air. 

Weird. Link deepened the angle of his dive, pressing his other arm tight to his side and, well, his legs as close together as they would go. He reached farther, to the point his shoulder aches. Wind bit his face as he reached…and grabbed a hand big enough to palm his skull. 

What?

Zelda’s palm was thick, fingers like tapered sausages gently closed—no, engulfed his hand. He felt scales scrape his fingers. And little stings as sharp claws scratched his wrist. Focusing his vision, Link looked past that huge, clawed, feminine hand and to the woman it was a part of. His jaw dropped. 

The sight below him would have made an ordinary man drool like an idiot. Hooting and hollering like some cro-magnon sex pervert at the sheer scale of the hulking mommy melons strapped to the once slender Zelda’s chest. Practically drooling over the fact that most of her royal dress had been ripped to tatters. How these great gaping holes her expanding hips had practically blasted through the sides of her thickly-layered skirt…well, they looked exactly like hip vents. Ones that exploded so much of the sides it was obvious her underwear had been destroyed decades ago. Not a hint of an undergarment was visible through the holes. Holes that crept so far up the front of her hip area that he could actually see the little thigh-to-hip creased that outlined her mons. Or even how there was definitely some puffy, bumpy areola action peeking around the ragged edges of the baby blue cotton.

However Link, not being like most men, had a different reaction.

What in Hylia’s sweaty tampons happened to the princess!!??

This was, of course, the exact moment both our heroes smashed into Lake Hylia. 

THOOM!

The impact was massive, so much so that it went beyond a simple jet of white foam that shot up to the sky. Coming so very short of the heights the pair had fallen. An outright WAVE of displaced water crashed out from the lake’s center! A miniature tsunami that overwashed the reed-covered banks. Turning the surrounding ten meters of dry ground into a boggy mire of mud and lake weeds. 

And if somehow you just so happened to be near this apocalyptic splashdown, and dragged yourself back to your feet, soaked to the bone and wondering what the fuck just landed in the lake. Well, what you’d see would have cleared up very, very little.

You’d see what looked like some king of weird, bulbous fleshy raft bobbing on the impact-born swells. Buoyancy by virtue of what had to be two massive skin-colored pontoons jutting out of the water. While the figure of a much, much smaller figure desperately clung to the peaks of those…”balloons”.

Most likely, interpreting the extreme size difference in the way most reasonable people would. You’d think a bokoblin was using its favorite gerudo blowup doll as a raft. 

Link would never admit to anyone that he used Zelda’s body as a raft. To paddle them to shore of course! Any time he spent…er, pushing or squeezing those monstrous watermelon-sized breasts of hers was completely necessary!

Yes, absolutely!

Luckily nobody saw him use the legendary Master Sword as a paddle, either. Zelda’s head touched the muddy shore before the rest of her, or him, that long and wild blonde hair of hers trailed through the crystal clear shallows like a spider web made of gold. 

Many parts of the princess’ body were gold now, flecks in the scales dusting her bare shoulders. Cute little ridges along her forearms. Even flecks in those long, long, hooked teal claws capping off her slender fingers. But the strangest part the gold manifested was, of all things, her eyelashes. No longer simply fine hair but these ornate fan-like protrusions of the precious metal. Where each lash carried the faintest hint of a teardrop shape. 

Looking at those in particular made Link’s chest ache, because the Dragon of Light had had those lashes. And he could imagine how Zelda’s eyes looked behind them. Just like the dragon. It made him feel guilty for how one, very particular, very LARGE part of him was reacting to her new body. 

Link had always had a large cock, heck large didn’t even begin to cover just how enormous his genitals had become. ‘A glitch in the sheikah cryotech’ Purah had diagnosed. IIIIIIn between piggish sniffs and licks and borderline KISSES to his crootch~<3! Purah made absolutely ZERO pretensions about not being absolutely…totally…fucking obsessed with Link’s leg-length fucktrunk.

He could never have proved it, but Link would have bet not one but both of his lap-filling balls on the odds of Purah being responsible for the state of his genitals. A product of ten decades of concentrated GROWTH HORMONES slowly, ever so slowly IV dripped into his vulnerable, immobile, unconscious flesh. And he’d be doubly un-surprised if Purah had…partially unfrozen his body to let her test one very specific part of him.

Link knew this had happened; he’d dreamed about it.

Groggily phasing back into consciousness for an hour or so, every time the chamber of the temple of time looked…older. More worn. And each time the gorgeous, white haired temptress smugly giggling down at him just seemed to be even more voluptuous. 

“Linkyyyyy~~~ Hiiiii there~~” Dream Purah would coo like a dove. “Have you been taking your medicine Linky~<3?”

The beast bolted to Link’s pelvis began to awaken, a loud gurgle shook his mighty testicles. The eminently stretchy sheikah fabrics that made up his pants strained to contain the preponderance of mutated breeding flesh~~<3 Hot, sweltering against Zelda’s half-bare stomach. Link shook off the ‘dream’. He still wasn’t finished. 

With all the weight he carried, Link had to awkwardly shuffle himself sideways off of Zelda’s broad waist. He’d been too busy clinging to those quite literally beachball sized bosoms she’d sprouted, to notice really process the rest of what she had become. There was just so MUCH of her! She was overwhelming~~<3! Too much flesh for a man to comprehend all at once. 

Stumbling around the monstrous swell of her right breast, Link did his best to wrap his head around her. The first impossible thing was Zelda’s height~<3 She had to be half-again as tall as a lynel. Link’s engineering train of thought quickly crunched the numbers, that had to be something in the realm of four point five meters, or fifteen feet~~<3<3

Then there were those gigantic breasts! So huge that just one of them could have served as a comfy beanbag chair for him. Capped by wide, puffy periwinkle areolas as big as even the bustiest gerudo’s entire boob~<3 Rings of little areola bumps emphasised the vagina-like folds of more of that soft, pliable flesh mooshed up against nipples too large to feed even the biggest baby. Easily equal to a ripe apple in size, maybe even slightly bigger. 

Each breast glistened wet. Shiny with clear lake water, each glimmering like a melded geode BOULDER of ivory and rose quartz. Link had to reach out and push one of them; just to make sure it was, in fact, real. 

The side of Zelda’s bare breast swallowed Link’s hand. Zelda’s right-hand milk mountain was shockingly firm, a thick outer layer of marshmallow-like soft tissue belied a much firmer core of dense lactating tissue. 

At his touch, pointed fangs capable of ripping out the throat of a king gleeok with ease gently, ever so gently, nibble a plump-pink and shiny lower lip.

“Mmmmmm…” Zelda moaned.

She sounded exactly as he remembered, almost. Her voice had changed, it hadn’t gotten lower per se, but there was power behind it now. Great breathy force driven by massive lungs and armor strong chest muscles. The second she made a sound Link froze where he stood, like she was some kind of she-tiger. It’d been a few long months since he had least seen her, but for her it’d been thousands. 

There was no telling what she’d be like. 

But still that little push he’d given her breast was still moving it. The whole absurd gland just kept swaying…slowly…side to side. Bouncing off its twin every few seconds. Translating its ripples ever so subtly across her entire bust. 

That was when Link remembered that half of her was still under water. Embarrassed that he’d gotten so distracted, Link clambered up the muddy bank to reach the terminus of Zelda’s massive arm span. So thick he could barely get his fingers around her wrist. And all that time he kept an eye on her face. Lest those gold-weighted eyes flew open; and he beheld the soul not of a woman, but a brute beast that thought nothing of him but food. 

The great glimmering horns that now curled from Zelda’s forehead only reinforced how…un-hylian she had become. Link heard himself gulp. 

She was HEAVY, and that was by his standards! Link could have most likely cleaved armor and boulders with a butter knife if he really wanted to, and even then his feet kept sliding when he tried to pull Zelda from the drink. 

It was a slow, arduous process. Inch by inch Zelda was dragged from the lake. Leaving a deep rut in the mud on the bank. After landing on his ass in the muck for the tenth time. Link gave up on any pretenses of knightly decorum. Pulling a long rope from his inventory so he could tie a harness around the princess. Like how the farmers of his village did when an especially dull cow got itself stuck. 

Lashed twice across her shoulders and once beneath those ridiculous boobs of hers. Link pulled the backpack-esque straps of rope left over across his own torso and REALLY put his back into it. You would think after duelling the Demon King to death, the Hero of Time would be exhausted. But that couldn’t be further from the truth, this was a man who practically lived his life at a heavy jog. He still had plenty of fuel in the tank.

And it wasn’t until Zelda’s hips finally schlorked free from the mess of the shallows; that the indefatigable hero felt the telltale ache in his muscles that other men felt. But he didn’t stop there, fighting the raw inertia and suction force of the lake. Her legs came free with all the ease of two trees wedged in a river. 

It wasn’t until Zelda’s feet finally left the water, that Link let himself sit down and rest. That was when he–wait, how big were those ruts?

Link didn’t want to get up, but curiosity got the better of him. Clamboring back down to the lake to see what Zelda’s…um, lower half had done to the bank. Two semicircular TRENCHES carved so deep he could actually see large rocks at the bottom of them. Rushes lay uprooted along the raised sides. Each trench was so wide he could have lain across it with room to spare.

He felt himself gulp again, looking up at the circus tent of a muddy torn skirt above him. Did he dare do it? Did he dare wake the princess up?

Yes, he dared, clamboring back up yet again to throw his shoulder against a quite literally boulder sized hip. Sinking in up to his neck but STILL pushing! 

“Mmmmm~~<3”

The moan came very softly, very quietly, but such was the resonance in Zelda’s massive chest that Link actually felt that quiet moan in his chest. Another sloppy SPLASH resounded when Link finally got her massive keister to roll over. 

WHOOMPH~!

It was just what he’d thought, her ASS had carved those trenches in the bank! And when she balanced on her side the great heaving half-spheres of feminine fat towered over Link. Double his height. That hypothetical lynel came back as a measuring stick, and it was barely as tall as Zelda’s queenly backside was wide. Two flesh-made and cotton garbed wrecking balls stacked on top of each other. 

For a split second, Link almost retreated, FAST. Because it looked like all that ass was going to come crashing back down on him.

It was a coin flip, between beholding the booty and getting crushed by it. Link got lucky, by some people's standards. It fell away from him.

WHUMP!

“Mmmmm… Linky~ Naughty Linky…touching my butt…we aren’t even married yet~<3”

Those grand mountains of pudding-like flesh didn’t stop jiggling. No matter how long he stared, but laying above it was The Tail, another hulking prehensile appendage of white scales and coiled muscle. Lined by those crystalline spikes which had run down the Dragon of Light’s spine. Ending in a triangular spike of the same material. A coiled whip that could have no doubt smashed him into paste. 

Thank Hylia it wasn’t moving.

Then Link felt heat on his back, a thin trail of white smoke curled into his field of vision. Link froze, it was instinctive, something was watching him; Zelda was awake. 

“Princess, I–!”

His own voice sounded so strange. He hardly ever spoke. When he turned he saw that one of Zelda’s golden shod eyes was indeed cracked open. He saw the purple sclera and the green iris, and the smoke oozing from her nose. 

The Tail rose behind him, swaying, playful, a cobra poised to strike.

“Link, you did it. You killed that little brat Ganondorf I’m, I’m finally free~~~”

Killed? Brat? Ganondorf was a brat? Since when did Zelda talk like this?

“Princess are you all right–Hurk!”

The Tail snared him. Tight around his waist! His arms were pinned! Any further protests came out in a hurried GASP as the hero of time suddenly found himself struggling to breathe. His feet left the ground, Zelda lifted him with her tail like he was nothing. 

But he was not nothing to her. Despite how small he was by comparison. He could see it in her eyes, a deep animal hunger. But not for the flesh on his bones. Something…else that his body produced. Something it produced far, far too much for a normal woman to handle. 

Zelda breathed in, as if her new sharp dragon’s senses let her smell the thick cum building in Link’s augmented testicles. 

“Ooohhh, Link. You want me, don’t you? Me, a princess~?” She laughed, not soft and ladylike, loud. Strident. Almost deafening. Smoke billowed from her mouth. “Sooooo forward~<3”

Claws slashed open Link’s pants. That epic cock of his spilled from the tight pants and smacked Zelda’s room-filling ass with a loud WHUMP! Link felt his soft meat bobble up and down from the jiggles of that asscheek she’d made him cockslap. 

Claws ghosted close to tender cockflesh as she gently wanked Link’s fat sausage. The hero of time gasped and groaned. Struggling to complete a sentence.

“P-princess, wait…Ngh~” Link groaned. “Please…this isn’t you–ugh~!”

Zelda let out a wicked, smoke bellowing chortle. Pulling aside the tattered ribbons of her skirts to expose…heaven~<3 The naked heaving ivory mountains of her sweaty, wet princess arse~<3

They were glorious. Link remembered marching behind this royal ass to keep the commoners from groping Zelda’s…Royal proportions~<3 It was a big job, he’d literally had to jog back and forth behind her to slap away the pudgy hands of dirty old men. 

A-and that’d been when she was a normal height! Those insane proportions had persisted through her change. Surpassed them even! She was still almost as thick as she was tall~~<3

“You’ve been sooooo mean Linky~<3” Zelda licked her lips with a forked lizard’s tongue. “Running around acting all proper and loyal; when you’ve got a penis bigger than most of my suitors’ whole bodies~<3” She pouted. “It’s like you wanted to set up with impossible standards~~ You ruined me for other men.”

Link felt himself drop towards that titanic ass. Towards a butt so enormous his whole body would vanish inside that slick, sweaty crevice~~<3

The man inside him wanted it to be crushed in the ass of his dream woman! To finally fuck the woman of his dreams! She wanted to talk about ruining for others? How about him with women!? That ass had ruined him ever worse!

Zelda carried more booty than even most Gerudo combined for crying out loud!

But that was what the man wanted, what the beast wanted. The hero? He could only think one thing; this was not his Zelda. And when he called out to her one last time, Link forgot the proper royal formality.

“Zelda! Stop!”

Zelda, the name exploded in the she-dragon’s head. Zelda. She was Zelda. The great colossus of a woman froze, hovering Link’s basketball sized glans an inch over gluteal oblivion. 

The reptilian color drained from her eyes, Purple and teal fled from white and green. Zelda began to shake, she saw the fear and arousal in Link’s eyes. 

“L-Link? What happened where…” Zelda looked down at herself and screamed. “Ahhh! Don’t look!”

A twitch of the tail hurled Link sailing! He hit the ground several meters away, only to spring back up again. He saw Zelda struggle to cover her monstrous tits with just her arms. 

He ran to her, she tried to crawl away, tears streaming down her face. She was panicking. 

“Stay back, Link!”

“It’s okay, Zelda!”

“No it isn’t! Look at me!”

He did, and Zelda’s face ignited bright red. 

“I-I mean don’t look!” She covered her face, shoulders shaking as tears trickled down her cheeks. 

Link had to climb into Zelda’s enormous lap to grab her…well something. What should have been a dramatic moment of him cupping her face turned into a desperate struggle as he tried to climb onto her quivering, heaving bosom. 

“Zelda! Stop!” He did the best he could. Even though her face was much, much larger than his. And his hands looked like a child’s when clapped against it. Somehow, it still got her attention. 

He made her look at him. Her lip quivered. 

“Zelda, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“But look at me—“

“I know, I know. But it’s okay now, right? You’re…” He trailed off. “Back to being you. Maybe part of you was still the dragon.”

Zelda looked down at herself. Mostly at the breasts Link was literally standing on to reach her face. “Most of me, by the looks of these…” She trailed off, blushing. “B-breasts.”

“Just breathe, okay?” He rubbed her cheek. The manner in which she rubbed her cheek against his palm felt reptilian. He chose not to comment. 

“You’re…n-not scared of me?”

Just a little. “No, not at all.”

That made Zelda breathe easier. “Well, at least you aren’t. I don’t think we can hope for such a reaction from…everyone else.”

Zelda took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Link, for his part, held his, worried that they would open and he would be transfixed by the gaze of the dragon again. But when they opened, they were still the princess he knew. 

“All right, all right I think I can compose myself. Now, let’s see what the damage is shall—“ She clapped her hands for emphasis.

Big mistake. 

BOOM! 

A shockwave blew out all the reeds and the grass within a hundred yards backwards. Into a perfect circle. Link was slammed clean off of Zelda’s chest and ate dirty for a SECOND time. Ears ringing. He dragged himself up, dizzy, seeing Zelda rumbling towards him. 

“Oh goodness! Link I’m so sorry!” Those massive claws reached for him. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no I’m fine.” He gulped at how sharp they looked. “Maybe, be careful with clapping your hands?”

“Yes, yes of course.” Zelda stared at the aforementioned hands. Soft pink palms but backed by those steely scales. “My goodness, I didn’t even mean to do that. This is more than just the triforce this is…” She shook her head. “One thing at a time Zelda. Focus on your body for now.”

Having finally regained her senses from what seemed like a never-ending well of lust and need to breed, Zelda gasped as she looked down upon herself, her jaw dropping, her glowing eyes sparkling with surprise.

No wonder Link was staring like a flabbergasted buffoon!

Now that she had fully gained control back of herself, all the things she had gone through flashed through her mind. Sealing Calamity Ganon for 100 years, defeating the beast after Link had beat it up, 100 years of struggle that had quickly been made for naught by the rising of Demon King Ganondorf, her stunt in the distant past in the Imprisoning War, transforming into an immortal dragon to heal the Master Sword…Everything she had went through, there had been a single constant in her life. Her love of Link and her missing of said knight with all of her soul.

That stupidly sexy, kind, heroic, courageous, tenacious, handsome, muscular, hyper-endowed…mega stud!

No! She had to stop thinking like that before she fell victim to her lust and instincts once more! 

No matter how stupidly sexy her Link was!

And truly, as she observed herself, pointedly ignoring the gaping Link, Zelda took in what changed with her body due to her ten millennia as the Light Dragon had ingrained upon herself, even back in her humanoid form.

While she had truly been saved by Link, her heart pounding with untold love for him, one thing became clear.

Some effects of the dragonification were likely to be permanent…

Zelda was now exuding the aura of an apex predator, a beast among beasts, a goddess among gods.

But even so, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed, whether of her dragon aspects or the sheer lewdness her body had been turned into, literal mountains of pornmeat, the princess didn’t know what was embarrassing her more.

The dragoness was utterly gigantic, towering over Link even more so than the biggest of Gerudo, a height that would’ve even made Ganondorf look up to meet her eyes. And considering Link’s measly height of being 1,45 meters, he felt like an actual dwarf next to her highness turned dragon girl. 

Befitting of her divine, royal bloodline, Zelda was beautiful as ever, but after her dragonification, something had changed. It now was as if this incarnation of Zelda had become the culmination of every Zelda that had stood before her, absorbing every piece of beauty, of sexiness, of cuteness, of thickness, of power upon herself. The glow of magical strength emanating from her hulking form only intensified that feeling as the princess checked out her body with an awe not dissimilar to Link’s current mood.

And even with her former rotund, overwhelming royal booty, one that had crushed every seat or throne she had ever sat upon in her life beyond puberty, somehow, her proportions had gotten even more catastrophic. The ridiculous MASS on her lower body could kill a Gleeok by sitting on it, or destroy an entire army by simply twerking once.

With even her normal height of 1,79 meters her ass been fatter and wider than he was tall, Link could only imagine what would happen if she exceeded the insane size and height she had been at when he was fishing her out of the lake.

But even her titanic titties or mountainous clapcakes distracted from what a transcendental beauty Zelda was.

Zelda’s face truly was befitting of the Goddess’ bloodline, her looks so divine that no mortal in Hyrule or beyond could even compare. Having regained her deep forest green eyes for now, her pupils were still slitted. But every now and then, Link could observe her dragon eyes creeping back in, shining with every color of the rainbow, purples, blues, greens and blacks the most prominent, whenever she started staring at his crotch a little too long.

Her golden hair still was in its usual bob cut, but had regained its luster from her life as the Light Dragon, reminding him and herself of a lion’s mane. Her plump, luscious, kissable, cherry-colored, perfect-for-sucking-the-soul-out-of-dicks lips had gotten even plumper as she licked them with her two-pronged tongue, a tongue long enough to lick her own belly button while going through her canyon-like cleavage and wrapping around one massive nipple of hers. 

The usage and implication of such a long tongue in the bedroom hadn’t been lost on either of them.

Those weren’t the only changes in her mouth as Zelda flinched as she became aware of rows of sharp teeth within her maw, fangs strong enough to rip even the Demon King to shreds, shining in the light as she paled, clamping her mouth shut. Before she could even do anything, Link hugged her leg, his schlong dragging against her shin as her heart calmed down. She nearly had gone into a panic from these teeth alone. Link’s support only made her love double and triple for her knight within a moment’s notice.

Sighing, Zelda rubbed her temple, only to become aware of a few other permanent changes of her body.

She quickly froze.

Upon her head were green and pearlescent crystal-like horns protruding from her temples, shining with the power the giant woman had flowing through her veins. She could feel small, pale-white scales littering her face.

But what shocked her the most were her forearms and hands! Her fingers ended in CLAWS, her entire arms, from elbow to the tips of her fingers were hidden in green scales! Gone were her soft hands, exchanged to terrifying grippers capable of slitting any throat with every move!

Hearing her gargantuan hyper mega dump truck of an ass clap several tones louder than usual, louder than even the Upheaval itself, Zelda looked over her shoulder, frozen in shock as she were. Then she saw it for herself. Something even more shocking than ass cheeks capable of dwarfing a goron, sweaty globes of hyper perfection itself.

She had a tail!

Alongside crystalline spikes growing out of her back, a long, white and gold, spined tail grew right above her tremendous ass, one that ended in a spear-like spike made out of the same material.

Nearly letting out a shriek, Zelda bellowed smoke as the only thing keeping her self worth from collapsing was Link still hugging her leg.

OH HOW SHE LOVED HIM SO MUCH!!! <3 SHE COULD GOBLE RIGHT UP AND RIDE HIM UNTIL THE PLANET ITSELF GAVE UP!!!!<3

HIS COCK AND BALLS SMELLED GODLY~!!!!!<3

Thank goodness she wasn’t naked right now, or she would’ve lost control right here and there. Even so her dress was struggling to contain her absurd thickness, her proportions a higher threat than any Triforce ever could be.

Still wearing the ceremonial dress gifted to her by Sonia before the Imprisoning War, her transformation back had only strained it further, letting thick, jiggling, wobbling thighmeat and assmeat spill to the outside, glistening in the light of the evening sun. Her enormous, sloshing, humongous, gargantuan cleavage was sticking out, two orbs of the biggest, milky-white, delicious, milky boobflesh were sweaty and jiggling with every breath she took as stood in the fields, taller than any tree around. Even after being made and handcrafted via Zonai technology and ancient magic, the fabric was struggling to contain curves that would make even a succubus furious in jealousy.

Zelda’s throbbing, titanic areola and enormous, erect nipples were completely visible, digging through the thin, silky fabric of her bursting dress. That, alongside the white ceremonial dress being soaked by water and sweat made sure that Link got a complete view of her head-sized nipples as her overflowing cleavage made it nearly impossible to see her face, covering 80% of the sky between them from Link’s point of view. Her constantly sloshing, milk-bloated, jiggling and plapping, herculean globeknockers she called her boobs were just as divine as the bloodline she hailed from.

And if her tits were proof of her divinity, then what would one call her ass? Beyond godly? Grander than the big band? The fattest dump truck in all of creation? Ridiculous thickness? Dragon-sized booty?

Whatever it may be, somehow, by breaking the laws of mortals and reality, with boobs big enough to crush heavy wooden tables, Princess Zelda of Hyrule was still the epitome of bottom-heavy and hyper fat-assed-

She truly was above any mortal or immortal woman Link had ever witnessed.

Zelda’s supremely thick, soft, meaty, mind-ruining thunder thighs, even while littered with microscopic scales here and there, were akin to soft, sweaty mattresses, individually wider than multiple Links together. As if trying to make her multi-foot, sweaty, growing, immense milk-tanks seem small in comparison, her planetary hyper mega booty was the fattest the multiverse had ever seen, big enough to smother entire armies to death, scare a Lynel into submission and the bane of any doorway, gate, capable of breaking dozens of couches, no matter how gently she sat down, and creating hair-blowing shockwaves from every clap the smallest of movement created in the apocalyptic cheeks of Hyrule’s beloved Princess. Even more impressively, Zelda’s ass was always incredibly sweaty, no doubt from all the constant rubbing and wobbling and clapping and plapping it was always doing, not to mention all of her internal heat she was now carrying within herself. The ass-sweat production was so great, that even being dropped in a lake didn’t overwhelm it.

Even only the act of walking was enough of an incentive to send her two fatty, clap mountains into a wild dick-hardening fight with one another, that saw them smacking into each other in a shower of sweaty glory, spraying and clapping loud enough to wake the dead from centuries ago. The difference between her thin waist and door-annihilating, waspish hips was frankly obscene and ridiculous. Her dragon’s tail only added to those minor movements that could send her cheeks clapping for days without end, especially whenever she was lost in thought and it was waving like that of a cat’s. But Link always enjoyed the show, something he suspected Zelda was very much aware of.

Link was sure that one clap could send her ass cheeks into a wobble cacophony that would last centuries alone!

Her underwear, or better said, what remained of them post transformation, was similarly losing the impossible battle against her booty, completely disappearing between her gargantuan clapcakes and stretching so much that the only proof of her not going commando was her incredible cameltoe. Luckily for her, most of that was hidden by her dress. Even so, they were nearly bursting from her thickness, as only her thighs ensured that her royal cunt wasn’t visible to all (even if she’d give all of herself to grind it into Link’s perfect face)! 

With the absolutely obscene deposits of obese, back-breaking, overblown pornmeat seemingly stapled onto it in the form of her huge, gargantuan, creamy mountains of succulent goddess titflesh, a duo of massive wobbling globeknocking, sloshing dairy tanks, big enough to feed all of Link’s desires and capable of nursing every baby ever born in Hyrule, only matched by a pair of gargantuan, even more mind-boggling set of humongous, sweaty, clapping, blubbery-thick, cock-ruining, pelvis-desintegrating, wall-cracking, clothes-bursting, titanic, blubberstuffed giantess succubus-shaming assmeat-shelves, bain of anything she sat on and that blew any lewd fantasy he ever had away, even his hyper cock and balls might not have stood a chance!

And all the while Zelda was falling into a deep hole of self-loathing, simultaneously of becoming something not Hylian, but a mix of dragon and Hylian, combined with her becoming more obscene and lewd in body than anything she could have ever imagined, Link was the only thing keeping her grounded, whispering sweet nothings into her thigh as she slightly relaxed.

Zelda was unaware of it, but as her core clenched with enough strength to crush diamonds at his kindness, her slitted, reptilian pupils turned into pink hearts for a second as she gazed at the man she loved more than anything in the entire world. 

Truly, her affection levels for Link today were exceeding 110%.

More love than any woman in history had ever felt for anyone.

More lust than any being in history had ever felt before.

Link, meanwhile, felt incredibly exhausted from his adventure. Having just finished off Demon King Ganondorf turned Demon Dragon, his entire body ached. Not even mentioning dragging an unconscious, multi-ton, hyper-thiccccccccc woman out of the water of a lake.

Not even these tons of water could alleviate the musk surrounding his nuts as his monstrous hyper breeding-log and sweltering jizz-nukes stretched out his tunic to the limit. He knew it was futile, but he truly wanted to hide his bulge, or his mind-breaking musk from Zelda, lest she fell to her desires again. Which was hard with a cock wider, thicker, girthier and longer than some of the trees surrounding them, or balls bigger than even Zelda’s bed in Hyrule Castle, filled with septuple the amount of seed than the lake they had just crawled out of held in water.

What both Zelda and Link weren’t aware of were the other changes happening within her body right now.

Unseen, Zelda’s kindhearted, nerdy nature was melding with the stereotypical characteristics of dragons, pride, arrogance, obsessiveness, clinginess, overprotectiveness and many other instincts settling within her mind, ones that she was unaware off as she was now, and that would rear their ugly heads later on.

But one thing was clear: Zelda now held POWER.

More than any Yiga.

More than any monster.

More than any Zora.

More than any Goron.

More than any Rito.

More than any Sheikah.

More than any Hylian.

More than any Gerudo.

More than any Divine Beast.

More than any Zelda before her.

More than any Hero of the past.

More than any Demon King, Ganon, or whatever incarnation of hatred and malice.

More than the three Goddesses.

More than even Goddess Hylia.

More than even the Triforce itself.

Flowing through her veins was a combination of magical power unthinkable to the mortal mind, one that creation had not foreseen, one that only her specific circumstances could’ve led towards.

Having been born of the Royal Bloodline, originating all the way from the first ever Zelda, the Goddess Hylia’s blood was flowing through her veins. Her natural light magic and time magic were only amplified by her high intellect. The Triforce of Wisdom only empowered her even further. Now, with dragonic aspects instilled into her body, sharp teeth, fangs, strength, the ability to fly, breath fire and many more now were within herself as well, every ounce as powerful as when she had been the Light Dragon. That combination would’ve already been enough to defeat every Demon King of the past combined, but that’s not where it ended. All of that power was boosted even further by the Secret Stone upon her neck, inseparable from Zelda’s body as the magical item furthered her to such heights of power and strength that she could destroy the planet with a single punch, if she so wished.

Even the Goddess Hylia and Demon King Demise could’ve been swatted away into bloody masses by a single slap from Zelda now. 

Gulping, Link felt all of that energy emanating from his beloved Princess, as Zelda stared at him with a combination of apparent fear of her newfound strength, and a newgained feeling of omnipotence from becoming the strongest being in the history of all of creation.

But one thing was clear to the both of them.

They would need to reconvene with Purah and the new Sages, informing them of Ganondorf's demise. It would've been an easy talk, a moment of victory. But with Zelda being turned into a literal dragon girl, both Link and the Princess herself were at a loss for words.

Sighing, her chest mountains and clapcakes jiggling, clapping and wobbling from the act alone, cracking the ground beneath them with the twerkquake, Zelda looked down as a particular thought crossed her reeling mind.

How were they going to explain this?

“Hmph! Surely there must be something in this kingdom that can fit me.”

Zelda forgot how strong she’d become, she stomped her bare, clawed foot on the carpeted floor. The tremors it made bounced the pile of sheets her handmaidens were wrestling a good foot into the air. 

As for the two hapless gals balancing on stepladders to fit the princess’s shoulders… Well, one of them kept her balance at least. Arms windmilling with one plain shoe in the air. Poor hapless Molly almost fell off her ladder. Only to be caught halfway down by what felt like a boa constrictor covered in scale mail. 

Molly panicked, sure she was about to be constricted to death. Until she remembered that it was ‘just’ the princess’ tail. 

“I’m sorry, dear Molly. I forgot my own strength again.”

Molly stammered, trembling like a leaf. “I-It’s quite all right, Princess! U-um…would you mind terribly if I got some fresh air?”

Zelda sighed, setting her handmaiden the rest of the way down. “Yes Molly, you may.”

Molly scurried for the door so fast she practically trailed fire behind her. Squeezing through the grand ajar double doors of the first floor minor banquet hall. Which had been repurposed into Zelda’s new bedchamber. 

First floor because no one trusted the princess on stairs these days. 

Regarding the half-done stitchwork on her shoulder. Zelda sighed. “Would someone please finish this seam?”

The gaggle of handmaids scurrying about her feet like mice all froze. The princess arched a golden brow. 

“Well? I can hardly do it myself with these claws.”

They all stammered excuses, until the oldest of them had had enough. 

“Oh honestly all of you!” She smacked the two closest two girls upside the head. “This is no way for handmaids to act. I shall be up presently, Princess.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

Everyone called the oldest one Auntie, even Zelda did. As the older rotund woman ascended the ladder she muttered to herself, needle and thread tucked beneath her arm. 

“I don’t mean to frighten them.” Zelda said. 

“All due respect, Princess. I’d say that’s a bit impossible.” Auntie said, working her ‘pin’—more a spike really—to trail the ‘thread’—a rope—through the seams. 

Zelda looked ashamed. 

“But that’s no reason for them to show it.” Auntie said sternly. “You can’t help what you are now Princess. You don’t mean any harm.”

That brightened her up a little. 

“And that goes double for the rest of you down there!” Auntie called down the rest of the team. “Now, let’s get this dress finished shall we?”

Auntie had to pull to get the sides of sheet cloth to meet. Zelda’s new dress was born of desperation. She’d BURST open any other form of clothing they could think of. Those breasts of hers could have fed an entire village of hungry peasants. But they seemed to delight in destroying whatever royal clothes were stretched over them. 

This new dress was more a toga than anything. Light, diaphanous, a bit more seethrough than was proper buuuuuut as long as the princess didn’t stand in front of any spotlights she’d still be decent. 

It’d been stitched together from dozens of bedsheets. Carefully matched up like a collage to…somewhat approximate a properly princessly dress. Darker blues for the bodice, lighter whites for the skirts, and so on and so forth. 

“Come…on…devil with you!” Auntie strained, gripping the rope like a sailor heaving in a hurricane. All her weight being thrown into the pull. 

At long last, the chest piece of Zelda’s new (only) dress lifted into place. Smushing those titanic mountains of pliable flesh into a proper silken prison. They bulged, they strained the dozens of feet of smooth rope used to lash the pieces together. 

All the women present held their breaths. As if waiting for the inevitable snap. It held for an entire minute. Auntie let out a held breath. 

“There, now that wasn’t so hard.”

And then Zelda inhaled, pushing out her chest just a smidge. And every rope holding the bodice together SNAPPED. 

Immediately causing her sweaty fuck-cushion, those blubberfull mountains to smack into one another. Nipples triple the size of any human head twitching in the air, erect from the stimulus.

Zelda’s tits avalanched through the dress, shredding the cloth with a heartbreaking cacophony of rips and tears. Then a loud flop-flop SMACK as those blubbery milk tanks smacked to a standstill against Zelda’s tummy and clapped together like colliding tectonic plates. Any person caught between might’ve been crushed from the force of undulating dragon boobflesh alone.

Auntie snapped her fingers. “Curse it, thought we had it that time.”

“Oh no not again.” Zelda moaned. She tried to cover her nipples but even her giant hands just weren’t BIG enough to cover them. 

Link, for his part in this, was also in his own little hell. Just standing guard facing AWAY from the topless Zelda and her attendants. At attention in a way he hadn’t had to do in over a century. He knew what she looked like under that dress, what was the point in hiding it from him?

But that wasn’t how things were done in Hyrule. There were rules for these things. Codes of proper conduct, and a big commandment of those was “Thou shalt not peep on the princess while she’s changing!” …all right so maybe that wasn’t explicitly in the book but it was really strongly implied!

Link breathed deep, trying to control the surge, the gurgle of hundreds of gallons of ultra thick seed in his swollen testicles. But just the thought of Zelda. The sheer scale of the WOMAN behind him made his massive cock want to swell clean through his pants!

And that was a lot of monstercock!

The new princessly bedchambers were anything but standard. With a royal bed that was quite literally six regular beds pushed together side to side for her to sleep across. Or a bank of mirrors so she could see herself…well parts of herself. Even full length mirrors were like makeup compacts to Zelda now. And it was in one of those mirrors, that Link beheld the thing that had almost destroyed him. 

Zelda’s ass. 

A double wide WALL of squishy, sweaty, wobbling flesh that that floaty new dress kept getting devoured by. No matter how loose or modest the clothes seemed; Zelda’s hill-crushing backside kept forcing its outline through the skirt! 

No wonder, said phatty posterior weighed more than every person in the building combined. You could have hosted banquets on the thing. But Link only wanted to slurp up those gallons of ass-sweat dripping down her cheeks with all of his heart.

Every clap created a foggy, humid explosion of sweaty dew in the air.

“Oh this is hopeless!” Zelda threw up her hands. “Well all just have to live with the sight of me being naked!”

They all ran for the hills, because they knew what was coming next. CRASH! Zelda sat down in a furious huff. Ass first with the force of a meteor. No. Hundreds of meteors. Stone cracked, a miniature shockwave knocked her handmaids clean off their feet—luckily none of them were on the stepladders—and blew the shredded remnants of the dress to smithereens. 

Link stared transfixed into the mirror, held upright from the sheer MASS of sweaty flesh bolted to his groin. It made him quite bottom heavy. He saw Zelda’s now naked backside ripple like mountains of vanilla pudding behind him. Each ovoid cheek TRIPLE his size. Upper halves bobbing up and down as the princess sulked. Chin on her knuckles, exasperatedly huffing smoke and sparks. Distinctly un-ladylike grumbling accompanied by the slow and rhythmic claps of that ass. Just loud enough to make it hard to understand what she was saying. 

The noise reminded Link of oil wrestling, naked Gerudo oil wrestling. Where two giant brown women would strip naked and body slam each other while ankle deep in a pool of golden oil. It’s been just about one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. The fleshy impact of that reminded him of the noises Zelda’s blubbery clap cannon made. 

An ass which made even her monstrous dress-shredding breasts look small. Breasts that normal sized hylian could literally stand on. That ass made them look small!

Link officially had a new favorite fantasy.

“…and if that isn’t enough it won’t stop sweating either!” Zelda barked, angrily seizing a fistful of her shiny wet cake and shaking it. “I mean, look at this! Who ever heard of a princess with a sweaty bum?”

He made a sound roughly like a deflating balloon. One of Zelda’s long and pointed ears pricked up. Again, Link felt the gaze of the princess on his back. 

“Link, are you feeling all right? You sound a bit tense.”

Tense, feh, how could he not be tense? He had a woman that was beyond any of his wildest fantasies naked right behind him. And he couldn’t even comfort her about her obscenely sexy body. He had to watch her get more and more self conscious by the day. The confident girl he’d known was slowly collapsing in on herself. And she was so gorgeous now that a protective barrier of overzealous women kept anything with balls far, far away from her. So he couldn’t do anything to make her feel better. 

Although to be fair he absolutely wanted to drown (which he physically could) in her abundant assmeat. But what man wouldn’t? 

So yes, he was just a touch tense!

“I’m fine, Ze-“ He caught himself. “Princess.”

The slip raised a few eyebrows amongst her entourage. Most weren’t aware how close the royal and knight actually were. But how couldn’t they? They were one of the few people alive 100 years ago, had had feelings ever since that time and survived two Calamities, two versions of Ganon together! It would be shocking if they weren’t close!

Zelda snorted, just like a dragon would. “You are most definitely not fine, Link. We’re going to talk about…whatever this is. Just so soon as we can get this infernal dress to stay on my breasts!” Looking over her shoulder, Zelda could only sigh, blowing out smoke. “I don’t even want to think about what my butt is doing to this!”

Oh, what a thought that was…

Link couldn’t even begin to comprehend the enormity of Zelda’s ginormous mega booty. But as he was right now, he desperately tried to ingrain every detail of her sloshing milkjugs into his mind, her nipples bigger than even her own head. Flushed, staring in awe, Zelda raised an eyebrow in confusion at his flabbergasted expression. Completely unaware of just how massive her tits looked from the outside, her appearance transcending any succubus or goddess imaginable, the dragon princess couldn’t help but inquire.

“Link, are you alright? You’re looking really flushed…Are you sick?”

She leaned forward, trying to catch a closer look at his face, only for her army drowning boobies to smack together, creating a shockwave with enough wind pressure to send the furniture in her room flying. As sweet smelling, aphrodisiac-like sweat drooled down the deep valley of her fuck-cushions, Zelda let out a “Oh…” as she realized what had made her knight go even silenter than usual.

The dragoness knew that her dress was always struggling since her transformation, the past few days of desperately trying on replacement proof of that, but even so, she herself flushed as red as her beloved knight as the realization embarrassed her even further. The sight of such a towering, thiccccccccccccc, blubberstuffed, sweaty, fat-assed, sexy amazonian goddess blushing over his gaze aroused Link like nothing had ever before. Not even following Zelda 100 years ago, seeing her dump truck sway, nor Mipha’s thunderous thighs, nor Urbosa’s muscles, nor Purah’s milkers, nor Riju’s ass, nor Mineru’s booty, nor even Paya’s thickness could rival what he was feeling right now.

This dragon-hylian hybrid Zelda had turned into was the hottest thing Link had ever witnessed in his entire life, somehow surpassing even the Great Fairies’ thickness without even trying.

The entire castle was at Zelda’s mercy whenever she even did as much as walk, every wobble of her ass cheeks threatening a calamitous clap and whap that could end all things in the kingdom.

And her focus was solely on him.

Link had built all manner of deadly contraptions during his adventure. His favorite had been a six wheeled block of steel with a flamethrower jammed on top. He’d enjoyed roasting bokoblins…well, let’s just say a bit more than he should’ve. A tank Purah had called it, after whistling, Link had liked the name. His “tank” had seen him through most of his adventure. As far as he knew it was still somewhere in the trench under the castle. 

The lone corner of his brain not drooling over Zelda turned to thinking about it. A single, lone last stand against a zombified tide of lewd thoughts. Sweat slicked, bloody and with teeth gritted, balanced heroically  atop that prized vehicle. Sword drawn against an infinite hoard of sex-pink syrup zombies~~ And then, it realized Zelda’s ass could have crushed its precious tank like a dried chickaloo nut shell. That was when the pink syrups climbed up its cursing, flailing neurons; engulfed in the wet, slick, warm mouth of pheromone-boosted hornyness~~The last un-lascivious thought in Link’s brain turned to erect, grunting, THRUSTING mush~~<3

Link heard someone in the room let out a deep groan. Knightly instinct took over, his head snapped around to scan the princess’ chambers. Searching for a shadow behind a drape, or the toe of a book stuck out from under the table, some trace of a peeping tom. 

Watching him in the reflections of her mirror wall, Zelda sighed. Link didn’t even realize he’d made that noise? What a sorry state he was in. For some reason the handmaids had started to giggle; quietly. Shooting glances at her sweaty, flushed knight. Even Auntie smothered a chuckle with the back of her fist. 

“Should we get rid of him, highness?” Auntie asked. 

Zelda bristled, all the scales dusting her bulbous, fleshy figure stood up sharp. Her horns gleamed, the tail whooshed a great wall of air before it when it swung. Even her ordinary green eyes slitted like a reptile’s.

“Ssssertainly not.” A forked tongue flickered past the fangs of the princess. Auntie took a step back.

“Only a suggestion.” She said mildly. 

Zelda clamped down on the dragon again, blunting her sharp edges, stammering out yet another apology. “It’s my shoulders I think. All this weight is doing terrible things to them.”

“Maybe some stretching would help?” The brunette haplessly filing away at one of Zelda’s toe claws suggested. Sticking her head out from under the billowing tent of sheets. 

The moment stretching left her mouth Link let out the mother of all gulps. Stretching? Hylia’s mercy Zelda was erotic enough when her insane body was at rest! Zelda put on more of a show just by walking around than a gerudo hooker bribed with diamonds~~<3 Literally tonnes of creamy slick sweaty assmeat wobbling with every step. Lower halves mushed up by the backswing of each cart-crushing thigh. Upper halves wobbling east to west by the exaggerated fuck-me-raw sway of fleshy broodmother hips. All sloshy and bouncy, every step just slinging all that ass around with enough force to smash doorframes~~<3

Her breasts were even worse! They didn’t simply jiggle up and down; they swung too. Milk laden flesh boulders full of milk and swollen with men’s dreams. Comfort and bestial hungers all rolled into a simple swell of pliable flesh. So much pontificated, so much sacrificed on the altar of mama TIT~<3 The lures which turned men into beasts and women into jealous hags. Zelda’s mammary pull was more than a mere metaphor, it was true gravity~~<3 Link swore something in their softness, their subtle tasteful sheen, their drool inducing succulence hijacked his lizard brain. Mad every part of him below the frontal lobe WANT TO STARE~~<3

Pupils swinging back and forth with the mechanical tick tock tick of a newton’s cradle. Dragged along for the ride by the intricate shakes of those buoyant cream cannons~~<3 They always jiggled slightly desynced, one half a beat behind the other, sways of her shoulders slapping them against each other like a stripper’s BBL-ballooned bubble butt. Zelda may have been the only woman in the world who could make it clap from the back and the front. 

And yet even as perfect as her breasts were, how animated, how alive and bouncy and sloshy they seemed. Zelda’s ass did all of that and more~~<3! Those titties clapping sounded like a pair of goron wrestling. But that ass? That ass self-spanked with the noise of thunder claps~~ Maybe that’s where storms came from, the goddesses throwing it back vigorously~~<3

One twerk, and the world could be torn asunder.

“Oh my, I’m much more flexible than I thought.”

By a firm grip on his cock, that offhand comment from the love of his life dragged Link back to reality. Back to the graven image of a practically naked Zelda scattered in pieces across dozens of man-sized mirrors. 

Zelda had pushed herself down into a perfect split. Dimpled mountains of glistening, steaming bumflesh pushed up against the small of her back. Flattened on the bottoms. Quivering in the light of the noonday sun. Sweat drops captured the light, aglow with starlight gold as they glistened downwards slowly…ever so slowly…down the princess’ doughy event horizons. 

He could hear the ground cracking from the mass alone. More ass than any woman that had ever lived. 

More booty meat than every woman in Hateno and Kakariko village combined. 

Link felt more than heard the telltale, seismic rumble of thick gloppy seed in his body. The fleshy sack between his legs that’d seemingly only grown more gravid. More cumbersome in the intervening weeks of sexual torture~<3 It felt like he was lugging around a whole tanker truck’s worth of breedsludge around in there! Just sloshing around all compressed and THICK from being stuffed into a heavy, leathery-smooth sack of skin ‘only’ as big as his legs were long. 

Sexually speaking the castle had become hell for him~~ Stuck next to what had to be the hottest woman in the world and he couldn’t touch her! Even the most mildly lewd thought just felt wrong. Forbidden. Worse than incest, like masturbating onto the face of a Hylia statue. And yet it was all he wanted, all he could think about. That dragon she kept fighting down? It WANTED him~~! It wanted him more than all the gold and jewels and delicious food in the world. Not just any man; him! The full force of a dragon’s gluttonous world-breaking greed focused on him and him alone. 

Focused onto his cock.

She could satisfy it. She could do what had taken three naked oiled-up gerudo women just grinding the full lengths of their naked bronzed bodies against the body of his shaft. Tongues flickering against the glans as wide as their hips~<3 That had been the first time he’d ever, ever shot his seed. He hadn’t even known what was happening at first. That weird tingly warm pressure just behind his tip. The ache of his hard shaft soothed by the three brown muscle mommies humping the thickest tributaries of his shaft’s networks of veins. He hadn’t known what was happening at first; he’d been scared. Sure he was about to pee. His balls throbbing with enough force to send all of Gerudo town into a nut-induced earthquake.

But then his cannon had truly fired; and the hero of time tasted heaven. A blast of jizz so thick it splattered off the opposite wall and backwashed across the terra cotta tile floor. Every last one of his smugly chortling tormentors got plastered in gummy near-solid nut slop. 

Buliara had gotten the worst of it, practically choking on his nut as it’d splattered into her mouth. Which she’d foolishly left open to gape in amazement. Her eyes had crossed from the sheer volume of the ultra virile, cement-embarrassing semen flood. Cheeks bulged out and the excess spurting from her nose as her thick neck worked its powerful throat to gulp down enough spunk to keep breathing!

Precisely three seconds after his mutated organ had stopped erupting with its first continuous, body-thick rope of congealed, fermented jizz, the poor wall he blasted with his man gunk began to spiderweb with cracks. And then crashed into a heap of rubble. Spilling sunlight and the shocked, drooling faces of hundreds more gerudo sluts stared at the scene of absolute sexual devastation inside. 

A calf-deep swamp of syrupy-lumpy jizz covered the entire floor. Ruining fine rugs and plush cushions alike. Three big mewling glazed shapes clung to and ground against Link’s floating wiener like it was the last piece of timber in a hurricane. It took the sexually shell-shocked crowd several seconds to realize that those utterly spunk-glazed shapes were women~~<3

He’d ruined the Gerudo that day. Their quest for suitable voe had officially come to an end. No man out alive could measure up to the sheikah mad science experiment dragging between his legs. He’d driven them feral, he’d heard stories of giant muscular desert women literally hunting lesser voe at night and dragging them back to their city food sex. Pulverizing their pelvises and pounding even the most “gifted” Hylians into quivering sweaty messes. Cocks utterly destroyed, beaten soft and unable to get erect for weeks post-abduction. 

That was the day a (very much adult) Riiju had made a royal decree. That for as long as Link lived, no man would impregnate their people. 

Something that her bodyguard Buliara, who even for the Gerudo, was exceptionally tall and buff, fully agreed to. Milking Link was now life’s priority. Something she had done multiple times now, smooshing Link in her bean bag-sized mega udders, while cracking the wall behind him, lifting the short king hero off the ground in a sweaty wall slam.

She and her sisters in dick-milking arms were, of course, heavily pregnant. Knocked up to the point of their tummies sagging from the weight of THREE babies each. Abs stretched out all round and smooth and taut with maternal growth. Shallow belly buttons popped out all round like nipples, skin stretched to the point that dark ebony lines had bloomed down the middles of their tummies. Splitting them into stark west and east hemispheres. Now Link wasn’t one to have a preggo fetish but…damn.

He was more of an ass man.

Speaking of ass–now that we’ve got that long segue out of the way–Zelda’s ass was about to unleash itself on poor fragile Castle Hyrule. Because of course these were Gerudo stretches; which involved a lot of movement. Of everything Link’s pants dreaded seeing move. 

A meteoric slam of sweaty, blubberstuffed hyper mega booty neared the ground in an apocalyptic twerk motion.

WHAM!

“Like this?” Zelda asked. She’d just SLAMMED her ass against the floor. Old and strong stone cracked, one of the mirrors leapt off the wall and shattered, a handmaid was caught in the upswing and bounced across the room like a superball. 

“Uh, yes, princess. Just like that.” Auntie covered her mouth. “Din have mercy on us.”

WHUMP! 

Another mirror broke. The battery of heavy framed oak beds, Link screwed his eyes shut to block out the obscene sight. Zelda was Twerking! She was doing a full-on stripper split shake on the floor of her own room! And she was smiling! Nervous, of course but she was LIKING it! It was fun for her. Link’d never imagined she’d ever like doing something so…so dirty~<3

SMACK–CLAP–WHAP! 

“So what exactly does this stretch out!?” Zelda called over the ungodly racket of her ricocheting arsemeat. 

“Um…we’re not sure, highness! Something about thigh and pelvic floor training!”

Link felt his feet begin to leave the floor, just an inch or two. Stone dust trickled from the arches overhead. In the chapel two floors up, a crystal-glass window depicting the three goddesses cracked in half. 

“What about my buttocks!? They’re just shaking everywhere!”

“I think that’s part of the stretch!”

Zelda moved on to the next part of the ‘stretch’, palms on the floor, claws raking the stone, person-thick thighs tensing to HEFT that multi-ton wobblecake up just enough to tick her hips side to side. It was a perfect demonstration of the booty isolation technique. One cheek flopped up and sloshed around while the other hung in place. Three in the left and then three in the right, then two then one and suddenly she was alternating the shimmies like a REAL stripper. 

“Hm, this’ easier than I thought it’d be…” Zelda mused, voice almost lost in a cacophony of CRASHES as her hips pulsed both slabs of hero-smashing assmeat up and down. “Maybe if I did it like this…”

Of course it was easy for her. Link thought. She was practically a goddess now, something as simple as stiff muscles wouldn’t inconvenience her. Link felt a seam in his underwear pop. He tried to think about the unsexiest things he could. Politics! Axe Murderers! Grandmama Merida naked (wrinkles, yikes)! But none of those images stuck, the gerudo were waiting for him inside his head. He was trapped!

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

Rapid claps synchronized into close together pairs. Emanating from one cheek and then the other. Zelda seems to be swirling her glutes around. Slinging one in a circle to slap the other cheek and then switching to repeat the motion with the other to slap the first right back. 

Auntie had her hands on her head. “Princess!? How are you even doing that!?”

“I’m not sure!” Zelda thoughtfully placed a claw under her lips. She began to slam, her crotch on the floor. Still maintaining the rotations in her asscheeks. A discerning eye would have seen the smooth little golfball sized crater being smashed in one of the mortared floors stones. A stone positioned squarely under Zelda’s pussy; 

It was her clit, she was literally smashing it hard enough to crush stone and she wasn’t even bothered. She just kept the “stretches” going. Twirl twirl twirl…

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

Crotch slam! 

WHUMP!

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

WHUMP!

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

WHUMP!

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

WHUMP!

Now the cracks spread in earnest, little fissures that opened wider and wider with every wobbling meteoritic IMPACT of that lynel crippling monster dumptruck~~<3<3 Only a casual inch of space ever opened between Zelda’s hips and the floor, but she was still slamming hard enough to shake the floor. 

Guards outside began to scurry around in a panic, most of them untrained, greener than the grass. It was a siege! The enemy was taking a battering ram to the gate! It was the only logical explanation. 

That or the princess was twerking again. But they couldn’t afford to take chances!

Mattresses bounced clean off the battery of beds, halfway stacked at weird angles, as if they were giant dominoes someone had dumped from their tin. Link felt another seam in his undergarments burst. It was now or never, this was the end; years of self control and discipline wasted. If Zelda didn’t stop shaking that stupidly titanic earthquake machine she called an ass, he was going to blow out his pants.

And that was assuming Tesla’s theory of resonance didn’t rear its ugly head to fluidize the ground under the foundations. What a way to lose a castle! Sunken into the earth because the princess was been ‘cursed’ with a really big bum–

Hrrrrrrrip!

Aw crap.

Link’s pants blasted open, his vision swam as blood rushed into the beastly organ. It was like a giant had been hiding a portal in his pants and had suddenly THRUST his entire forearm through the breach. Link felt dizzy, the sudden change in center of gravity made him pitch forward and lean on it…ow…ow ow ow!

Whap-whap! Whap-whap! Whap-whap!

WHUMP!

Link collapsed to his side and that massive prick shot up high over him. A fleshy pillar of meat, one of the handmaidens screamed. Auntie swore out loud at the sheer size of it, and even Zelda stopped doing her…thing. 

“L-Link?” She stammered.

“Hylia’s tits! He’s bigger than a horse!”

That was it, he was dead. Zelda was about to throw him out. Clean over the castle walls! Probably’d use this stupid penis as a handle too. And while Link imagined all the ways Zelda would roast his balls over a fire; he failed to notice the drool trickle from her lips, or the purple and teal creep back into her eyes. 

“Out…” She rumbled.

“Right away princess!” The handmaids said, bum rushing her knight. One of them spoke for them, it wasn’t clear who. “We’ll get rid of him right now!”

But just as they got within grabbing range of the limp and light-headed Link’s cock, Zelda’s foot quaked the entire chamber. 

“STOP!” She boomed. “I MEAN ALL OF YOU! LEAVE US AT ONCE!” 

The dragon was back. Smoke blew from her nose, those crystalline horns glowed bright. Zelda’s handmaids skedaddled out of there so fast you’d think their skirts had all caught fire. And considering the sparks flickering past Zelda’s ivory fangs, well! That wouldn’t be a metaphor for long if they lingered!

Link couldn’t take his eyes off his wrathful demigoddess, his guts curled up in primal terror. Even while his balls began to churn.. He was alone with Zelda at last!

Oh wait…

Oh no…

He was alone with Zelda.

Link took a step back but quite literally tripped over his own balls. Tumbling backwards and banging his head on the stone floor. Ow. A noise like a collapsing tent reached his ears and when he looked up…well he mostly saw his erect cock. But beyond that! He saw Zelda’s bedsheet dress; empty, slowly drifting too the floor like a parachute. 

Zelda’s massive, gorgeous face leaned into his field of view from the exact opposite side she’d been before. Like she’d moved all the way around him without making a sound. By Hylia, how had she done that? How fast? How much strength did it take to move that much flesh~~??

She didn’t seem to be showing much emotion, composed and unreadable just like, well, a lizard. A very slight cock of her head was executed with blinding speed, the depths of those alien purple and green eyes seemed to go on forever. 

“P-princess…I can explain…”

Zelda’s left ear raised an inch, ever since the change they’d become fluffy. Covered in this fine downy white stuff somewhere between fur and down feathers. She’d heard him but didn’t react. A claw the size of a sword traced a flat side down his prosthetic arm. 

“You are hurt, Link. When did you lose your arm?”

She only just noticed? How could she not have? Was this really the Zelda he’d known? She would have seen his deformity right away, right? 

“Ganondorf, when he awakened he, well. I think you can guess.”

“And this arm is of the sheikah. Fascinating.” The green in the middle of her eyes glowed and spread, consuming them. Link suddenly felt her vision everywhere inside him, into his soul; into his past. His entire life at a single glance. “That must have hurt.”

She said it like she was commenting on the weather. 

“Princess, are you feeling okay? You seem, distant.”

The claw came down again, fear swelled in him when the scalpel point swept within an inch of his jugular. “Call me Zelda.”

Link gulped. “Are you Zelda?” Then he felt bolder. Rolling over and getting his legs onto the floor around his massive bulging genitals; he forced himself to stand. “You don’t act like her, this isn’t the Zelda I know.”

Those infinite green eyes shrank back to ‘just’ green and purple again. “No, I am Princess Zelda.” The massive woman said, still with no expression.

Then her left eye ticked, shut and then open again. Blue; the color her eyes had used to be. 

“No, I am Zelda. Who are you?”

Zelda hadn’t said that to him; she’d said it to herself. There were two of them in that body? Well it wasn’t as if it lacked for space–no, stop it! This was a disaster. Zelda was being…possessed by something. That sudden desire at the lake, cooing his name like an earthquake with bedroom eyes. No of course it couldn’t be his Zelda it was this thing that’d changed her this…

She collapsed clutching her head. Concern overtook outrage at the violation of his princess’ soul. Link ran to her head. 

“Princess? Princess!”

“Call me Zelda.” She said muffled through her hands.

Link lifted one off her face, he grunted from the weight of it. A Goron’d struggle to lift just this small part of her. Link affected a good atlas impression, raising Zelda’s scaly hand over his head.

“Grrh…What was that?”

“I said call me Zelda you lump headed horse penised–!” Zelda’s mismatched eyes landed on the object of her insult. Her face lit up red again and she snatched her heavy hand away from Link, screaming her embarrassment into her hands. “Oh gods I will never get used to this!”

Relief washed over him, yep that was the princess all right. Thank Hylia she was back. 

A few seconds later those quite literally person-dwarfing stopped heaving in fear. Zelda let her hands drop and her arms flopped out perpendicular to them. A heavy sigh came out with weeks of stress. 

“You might as well call me just Zelda, Link. There’s no point in titles now.”

Link approached her cautiously, in case that one eye he recognized changed back to that…thing she’d been. 

“Pri-” Link caught himself. “Zelda. What’s happening in there?” He gestured to her body, unfortunately with the sheer size of her breasts…

“Lactation most likely, I can feel them producing.” She got that faraway, violet look again. “It’s…actually rather nice…”

“Not that, Zelda.” It was getting easier to say her name now. “I mean inside your…head…soul? I-I mean at first you were yourself but then that thi-I mean, you changed.”

Zelda looked at him very seriously. “She’s not a thing Link, she’s still me.”

Link blinked. “I, what?”

Zelda sat up; until she realized that the sheer scale of her tits made it impossible for her to see him. Then she sighed and lay on her front, bringing them face to face. Which just hit home just how huge she’d become. Zelda’s face was the size of his entire torso. 

“She is the dragon of light, Link.” 

Link almost sat down on his own balls. “That’s possible?”

Zelda slowly shrugged. “Apparently it is. When I returned to my original self she, well she seems to have stayed.”

Zelda wiggled herself closer, it was awkward, trying to push those titanic tits across the ground. She looked somewhat ridiculous with those even more colossal mountains of assmeat bulging over her head. This time when Zelda caressed his sheikah arm, she did it with the finger the claw was attached to. 

“She truly was concerned about this you know, she’s just…not very good at expressing herself.”

“Oh.” Link scratched his head. “That explains a couple things actually.”

“It does not bother you? That there is now two of me?”

“I mean, it’s odd but.” Hesitating Link placed his hands on Zelda’s cheeks, her flesh was soft and warm and her scales were cool to the touch. A…pretty nice contract actually. “I mean I think I’m just relieved you’re okay.”

“Good, we’re both relieved to hear that. At least you’re not afraid of us.”

He was, but not as much as before, and he wasn’t dumb enough to show it! Zelda blew smoke from her nose. 

“Now that you’re done being concerned, can we be concerned for you at last?”

Link blinked, and then nodded.

The second he did a massive scale-armored hand engulfed his body. He got pressed against Zelda’s cheek. She sat up and his feet left the ground. There was a deafening PLAP as her casual motion caused those massive milk mounds to clap against her torso like two marshmallow asteroids~~<3

“How is that?” Zelda heard the tremble in her voice. 

Heat rushed to his face AND to his dick. Something in his heart got prodded, something he’d pushed deep down so nobody could see. He was scared again, but this time not of Zelda. 

“I’m…it’s nice.”

She pulled back and looked at him strangely. The dragon had come to the front again. “Just nice? Are we doing something wrong? Are we not warm enough? Not comforting enough? Not–”

Link tried to talk her down, she sounded like she was panicking. “No no it’s just…”

And that was the moment Link’s fear sweat made him slip clean free of Zalda’s hand. He fell a long way, the room spun around him and Zelda’s boobs…oh crap! PLOP! He dropped right between them. 

“Link!”

Pounds of snug and slick warm titflesh squished around him from all sides. Submerged up to his chest. Tits the size of waterbeds, you could have literally fucked an entire other woman on top of just ONE of them! Titanic heaving balls squelched them apart, getting squished down by the sheer gelatinous weight of all that fatty milk-meat which just made them BURST from the bottom of Zelda’s cleavage! The drooling end of his cock slopped out with them, foreskin peeled back and bunched behind his tip from the friction of her tummy scales. Precum oozing down all the way to a spot she was sure was not supposed to be touched until marriage~<3 by Royal decree!

“L-Link!?”

Something roared inside him, something he’d trained all his life to control. Thrashing gnashing bubbling boiling THICK! He clenched every muscle he had down there but it was not enough! Like sticking a cork in a dam when the cracks were already racing out from the hoooooooole~~!!

Burning burning burning lower and lower and lower and then RELEASE! PUMPING SPATTERING EMPTYING OH GOD ZELDA WAS SO PERFECT HE WANTED TO FUCK HER SOOOOO BAD~!

“L-LINK~~!?”

It was a monsoon of sticky off-white slime that sprayed down Zelda’s tummy. Matting her crotch and soaking the insides of her legs. Link actually felt his balls shrink back down. Down to just as wide as his legs long and not the debilitating sacks of backed up breedsludge she’d swollen them into.

Then he realized he’d just cum all over her~~

It was this constant pumping guttural lewd spattering of sticky white nut. Continuous potent ropes that could knock a woman up just by being near it. The semen that’d ruined the gerudo for other men. The cum that had given their village sanctuary a permanent brothel stink. He was pumping it all over the princess’ legs!

“Link wh-what is that stuff stop it smells gross!”

She didn’t know what semen was? Oh Hylia’s tits of course she didn’t, the royal family had a strict no sex until marriage policy and her father had taken protection to a whole new extreme. THIS was her first ever sexual experience. That embarrassment at the lake hadn’t been fear of what he would do to her hot massive body; it was just a reflex ingrained into her that being naked was BAD. 

And as the first globs hit the floor and glorped between her bladed toes, she desperately pulled him up her body. He exited her cleavage from the top but his cock and balls trailed far behind. Spattering enough spunk between her massive boobs to utterly creampie her cleavage~! 

POP! He emerged but then oh horror or horrors! His cock lurched up to full hardness and SMACKED perfect, beautiful, innocent Zelda square across her face! WHAP! Semen coated her royal face, glazing it so much all he could see of her was just her big mismatched soulful eyes staring through the glops and congealing ropes of man slime. 

Zelda froze, he felt every muscle beneath her porcelain skin just freeze. Then a shudder like the rattle of the fins of a lizard who just felt danger. Link looked up and saw that those massive eyes of hers were mismatched again. Mismatched and dilated like a cat that’d just gotten into a biiiig bed of catnip~~ 

It was the smell, it made him gag but it was meaty and thick and it hung in the air like incense. He saw those monstrous melons heave below him as his gigantic crush breathed it all in. A visible fog had begun to condense around his balls. They were reacting to her~<3 Some kind of pheromonal reaction producing a potent breedmusk around her belly. And then drifting up to her face…

“P-pri–Zelda don’t put that in!”

Too late.

“Link you bonehead~~”

That deadly tail of hers lashed around him. Link was dragged from her grip. Massive dick flopping behind his arc like a banner. Zelda literally hurled him across the chamber, clean into her cluster of beds. Oof! He bounced once. 

Power flared gold behind him, destructive green energy, jagged and spiked and so bright it backlit his love to the point she looked black. All that stood out with any detail were those eyes. The power surge burned all the semen he’d spilled on her perfect skin to ash.

“We keep trying to be helpful but you won’t stop being horny. Pervert! You big dummy pervert!” Each time she barked pervert the chamber shook. 

Yep, he was dead. Or so he thought. 

“Y-you’re not giving me any choice~<3” That ear shaking roared lowered into that other voice, the one that’d almost used him as a dildo back by the lake. The aura dimmed and he saw more of her naked body, now clean of his spunk. 

Zelda nibbled one of her scythe-like nails, that itself was a hell of a sight. But in order to do it she’d had to negotiate those tits of hers. And she’s done it by stuffing her forearm up between them~<3 Mooshing those squishy things out and bouncing them a little. The other fan of five claws crept to her pussy.

“W-We don’t have a choice, do weeee~~?” Zelda whined, a forked tongue licked her massive pink lips. “You’re really going to make us do it, Linkyyyy~~?? You’re gonna make us fuck you ‘til you can’t even think about being horny for usssss~~??”

“I-I d-don’t think that’s how it works?”

“Shut up, boner brain!” Zelda stomped her foot. Earthquake. “We are the dragon of light! We know what we are talking about!”

And then Zelda quite literally POUNCED on him! He got out exactly one tiny ‘meep’ before multiple tons of squishy woman slammed down onto the bed. Steel legs bent like baling wire. An ungodly crash shook the castle. A deafening noise rivalled by the shocked, engulfed cries of the hero of time. 

Because Zelda’s little leap had been calculated; she’d landed pussy-first square on the tip of his leg-sized meatpole. There was a noise more like a mud volcano erupting played in reverse than the squish of a penis entering a pussy. There was too much at play. Too much fluid and too much flesh and too much slickness. 

Zelda sank all the way down onto him with absolute EASE~<3 A cock that even the largest and strongest gerudo had been battered into screaming multi-orgasmic size queen squirts by the sheer scale of just his tip~<3 

Endless fractal myriad pussyfolds attacked his vascular beefpole. Evershifting a fusion of hylian and dragon and god knew what else. All kegeling and pulling him in and then pushing him out~~<3 Tugs and drops of such power he actually felt her grip in his abs. A stretch to go with the mess of hot melty tingles.

“There! Hmmph! How do you like that dummy? This is what you get for being a lech! Take that!”

WHAM!

Take that sounded like something a lady said before she slapped you. But Zelda had pulled up her multi-ton booty and dropped it on him. Any lesser man would have been crushed but Link was the hero of time, he’d be fine. 

WHAM!

WHAM! 

WHAM!

…okay maybe a bit less than fine. 

“And that and that and that!” Zelda crowed, anchoring her claws into solid stone for even more leverage to drop that ass on her crush. 

Link tried to call for help, plead for mercy, plead for something. Those tits of hers kept him silent, compliant~<3 Spilled all over the upper half of his body. A nipple the size of a softball was pushed against his mouth. He had to do his atlas impression again, mushing his hands deep into her spongy, puffy areola. Pushing back just enough tit to let him breathe. 

Their sheer weight made his arms burn. Every impact seemed to shake his entire world. Fleshy whumps of flesh near deafened his ringing ears but none of that compared to the sheer power of the pussy shuddering around his gigantic hyper cock. 

Link gasped when a band of muscle squeeeezed him just beneath his glans, where his foreskin got all bunched up. Pulling out and out and out until he gasped and felt the strain in the base of his ridiculous tool. 

Even if his cock was more than double his height in length, Zelda’s cunt overpowered it by such a magnitude that it wasn’t even funny!

“Mmmmmmph~!” Link cried out, muffled. 

“You like that Link? That’s my vagina punishing you for being such a pervert~<3!” Punishing and pervert both came with two more harsh squeezes, so intense that Link arched underneath his one true love. All that did was push the upper half of his prone hips past Zelda’s swollen labia. 

If this was punishment then he didn’t want to be good!

Zelda leaned back just enough to drag those apocalyptic cream mountains of hers off his face. He gasped for air, red faced and spasming, eyes fighting the urge to roll back. But when they did Link found himself staring into the eyes of the dragon. Stoic until those lips parted and smoke began to pour past her long fangs. 

“Liiiiiink~~ You little fool, you really are a stupid fool aren’t you?” Hands the size of horse saddles sank sickle-length claws through one of the mattresses. Cleanly through, Link felt them crunch into the stone under the bed.

Both lovers caught their breaths, chests heaving as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Then it hit Link all at once; neither of them were virgins anymore. Zelda had just given up her virtue for him. Him of all men. Say something! Say something you idiot! Link stammered out the first two syllables of a flustered ‘thank you’, but the dragon princess cut him off with a guttural…

Affectionate growl~<3

“Ours~~”

Fleshy treetrunk legs flexed with iron quad muscles thicker than the hero of time’s entire torso. Five tons of wiggly jiggly twerkmeat slurped the long…long way up Link’s horse-length dick—the entire horse—until Zelda balanced on her bladed toes in a half squat. 

Link had no way to know what a rollercoaster was, but that weight anticipatory weightless feeling just before the first drop tingled in his lower stomach. Just above his penis.

“Our pervert~<3”

WHAM!

Five tons of ass pancaked the bed, Link heard a man scream of joy as his balls were forced to ejaculate a burning wad of spunk deep inside the dragon princess’ churning pink core. Slick and sticky. That tight band of muscle seemed to fly up and down Link’s poor beaten-to-bursting boner. Like she had a whole third hand just waiting inside her pussy to jerk him off..

Get a good tiiiiight grip on the base…

And just just JAM IT against her cervix!

She was the perfect depth~<3 Sized just right to line up the mouth of her womb against his cumslit. You couldn’t have gotten a more perfect fit for a penis from a genie wish~~~

A-and that’d been just one rep from Zelda’s crushingly curvy body!

“Our dildo~<3”

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

Rhythmic, ruthless, pummeled into his poor creaking hips with all the ruthless rhythm of a metronome. Zelda grinned wide with those fangs, the one thing she’d feared to do since her change, for fear of terrifying some stuffy limp-wristed dignitary or another. Now she didn’t have to worry. Those gold-rimmed purple and mint eyes crinkled into seductive almonds. 

“C’mooon Linky~~ Squeal a little more for your princess~<3”

WHAM!

WHAM!

“Don’t be shy, we love it when you make those squeaky girl noises~~<3”

WHAM!

WHAM!

“It’s shoooo kwute~<3 I could just gobble you up, MY knight~~!!!!”

WHAM!

WHAM!

Link clung to his pride like it was the last safety bar in his short life; which it was. The sheer scale of the woman that towered over him threatened to devour him whole. Just smother him under oceans of kinky sweaty slippery girlflesh designed to fuck alllll the higher brain functions out of a man’s head. 

Another eruption of spunk spilled into Zelda’s pussy, making him cum was soooo easy for her. Hardly an effort at all. Any other man wouldn’t have even been noticed in her deep crushing lovehole. Crushed and milked dry of every drop of seed he could ever produce within seconds. Ruined for the rest of his life. 

Link didn’t know how many hundreds(!) of times or for how long Zelda crushed him under that mountain-cracking ass or smothered him with those man-dwarfing breasts. Only that at some point metal fatigue kicked in and the kingdom's finest forged steel snapped like so many stacks of graham crackers~~!!

All four legs on every last one of the stacked up beds snapped at once. For a split second Link felt weightless, that was it, he was dead, snu-snu’d do death by the girls of his dre–ow! Floor, back of head, that one hurt. 

Zelda pouted but barely fretted at all about the accidental destruction of her bed. The great lizard lady adapted as she always did. She cradled him against her pussy with one giant palm; burying Link’s face in her fat mons. That long tail came alive and swept aside the bed debris. Clearing the path to let the princess get into doggystyle~~<3<3

Of course Link could never have appreciated the downright divine–and scaly–view Zelda cut from behind her…well, behind. What with him being smothered between her squeezed between her hammock filling thighs. 

PLOP! PLOP!

Both of Zelda’s titanic tits splashed onto the floor, filling all the space between her thick arms, practically overflowing them. 

“Aahh~~ That’s a load off my shoulders.” Zelda purred, biting her lips. “I think I like this position, it feels…natural. What do you think, Linky?”

No answer.

“Linky?” She looked down but all she saw was her boobs, of course.

Another muffled moan was lost in Zelda’s pubic mound. She felt him complain in her lower tummy far far more than she heard him. His tiny legs kicked as they stuck out from between her thighs. Spread around the gigantic sack of impossibly thick semen Zelda was working so gosh darn hard to empty out. Which may as well be impossible, considering Link’s absurd hyper sperm production.

Zelda giggled and opened her legs. “Hm hm! Oops!”

Like the gates of Babylon themselves her thighs spread apart. As the pressure crushing him in and up lessened, Link found himself slowly, ever sooooo slowly begin to slide out of the princess. Soon he’d be held in the air by nothing but his penis and the over-slick grip of his crush’s pussy. 

He sagged backwards, gasping for air. “Ze-Zeldaaaa…”

“Linkyyyyy~<3”

Link slid more and more out of Zelda’s pussy. An inch every second. Until his fall slowed ever so slightly from the bulging girth of his club-shaped shaft. Then the tail came for him again, coiled around his waist and PUSHED him back inside~<3!

Schluuhp!

Ngh! He felt like he was melting~<3 Sheafs of lady sauce began to purs out from their joined crotches. Spilling slow over him like simple syrup. Now he knew how those girls who got bukkake’d in the face for a living felt…

“Oh…right…you can’t thrust back there can you~?” Zelda breathed. “Here, let me take care of it~~”

Now Link was doing his level best to find some friction from his precarious hanging perch! Even though his efforts proved in vain, fruitlessly slipping his feet down Zelda’s inner thighs as if they were oil slicked marble. But inevitably the tail had to do the work for him. 

PULLING him down…

A wet sluuuuuuurp all slow and butt wiggly (from the princess).

And then SLAMMING him back up! 

Wham! Schluuhp!

The sudden motion jerked the rest of Link’s tiny body up and down, he practically headbutted Zelda’s crotch. His strong arms embraced her puffy mound and tried to hold on, like a sculptor clinging to the crotch of his naked female magnum opus for dear life. But that next downward pull was inevitable. Then back up and; 

Wham! Schluuhp!

“Nngh~! Ohhh Linkyyyy how’s your thingy’s soooo biiiiig~? You make the stallions in papa’s stables look microscopic~~”

Wham! Schluuhp!

She used Link like a dildo~ There was no polite way to say it. No euphemism to soften the blow to his manly pride. Just getting YANKED out and STABBED back in by that long scaly tail. Link never thought any woman could ever dominate him. No, he thought his undoing would be the opposite. Going through life with no woman to ever warm his bed. To ever handle the monstrous appetite born of the freakish beast of a dick exploding off his hips~<3 Just a lonely and frustrating life of blueballs and hours of gooning to cope. 

Wham! Schluuhp!

“Ngghh~! H-harder Linky! HARDER!”

Sure the Gerudo were great but they couldn’t have been a long-term solution. Eventually he would have knocked up every…last…ONE of them with half hylian babies, three per belly at least; maybe even more. Eventually he would have been too much for even their infamously ravenous appetites~<3 

Wham! Schluuhp!

Zelda’s voice changed, it deepened, it BOOMED. “B-break that fucking dick off in me you god-cocked insect! Just leave!”

WHAM! Schlup…

“It!”

WHAM! Schlup…

“In!”

WHAM! Schlup…

“Meeeeee~~~” Zelda’s eyes began to glow green. “Don’t ever take it out! Even when I beg you even when I plead with you even when I threaten you…Make me your whore! Collar meeee! Reign me in before I sink an island or do something else even more dumb!”

WHAM! Schlup…

“I might be a goddess but I’m a slave for your big fucking diiiick~~<3”

Hm, what was that about the dragon having trouble communicating? That sounded pretty clear to him. 

It was too much, Zelda was too much. And here Link had thought he’d had problems. As far as deaths went this was a pretty ironic one. Fucked ‘til you died by a gigantic dragon girl with a split personality. 

WHAM! 

Link waited for the withdrawal, wracked by another spine-bending eruption of man sludge. Even though the reservoirs inside him felt infinite; he was not. The cock was willing but the man was shaken and bruised. 

But Zelda never pulled Link out, she began to shake. Quivering like she was…

Oh no don’t do that, please don’t…

“Link.” Zelda whispered, he knew that voice, he’d heard it when she called for help. When she needed him. “Link, why aren’t you moving? Please, Link, I need you.”

Suddenly Link wanted to kick himself. Who did he think he was? Hanging here feeling sorry for himself while his princess suffered. So what if she was gigantic? So what if she was built like a zeppelin convention? So what if she was sharing her head with some primordial entity of light that needed a good dicking more than any mortal needed air? This was still Zelda. This was still the woman he’d fallen so hard for. Link caught his breath, steeling himself, drawing on the stockpiles of strength that’d let him bring the demon king to his knees. 

Prying his face from his crotch, he called:

“I’m here, Zelda! Just…wow, I didn’t know you were this pent up!”

Zelda’s voice brightened, he couldn’t see her face, just the palace of ivory flesh and armor scales he was being hung beneath. But he could hear it in her voice. 

“Then…” She hesitated. “I’m not too much for you?”

“Absolutely not!”

And he believed it, he’d never been pushed like this before. Never had to try so hard to please a woman. It was new and it was scary because part of him feared what she would think if he failed and yet…he felt none of the jagged red static in his head so many poets named the emotion of fear. Link had never felt it.

Something very small but so very important began to glow on the back of his right hand. A little triangle of golden light. Link’s mind began to turn, he couldn’t just overwhelm Zelda with sheer size like did with the gerudo. He needed a vantage point, some kind of high elevation to let him push down into her. Yes yes! Down was good! Mass and gravity would be on his side then. The logistics of this fuck were insane but they had an order, a function, everything had a purpose…

Just like a puzzle. 

“We just need a new position! I need something to stand on!” He thought about it. “About thigh height on you! I should be able to, you know, move better!”

“Would a ladder work?” 

“No, they tip too easily, it needs to be something solid like a rock or a…” He trailed off, thinking more.

“A wall! I know just the one.”

“How fast can you get us there!”

Zelda let out a deep and smokey chuckle. Thick legs sliding their tapered dragon’s claws beneath her gigantic pelvis-shattering bubble butt. Then rocking backwards onto her haunches and pushing up in one smooth motion. Link was taken up with her, clinging to her meaty hips, when he looked up all he saw was a bulging vault of naked tit over his face. Fat nipples pushed out fully from puffy areolas and pulsating like little clits, white cream had begun to pearl on their tips. 

Wow, Link had never been much of a boob man but…wow.

How her ass was making her tits look small when they dwarfed him by a severe magnitude was utterly ridiculous!

Zelda’s answer to his question came out smug, with sparks flitting around her lips like fireflies.

“How fast can I get us there? Mmhmhm~~ Count to one.”

“...okay, oooooooOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!”

Still air slammed into him like a typhoon wind. Speed, speed beyond anything! His stomach lurched forward and his face planted into Zelda’s porcelain smooth and steaming crotch. Then the wind stopped howling as quickly as it came. Link heard birds and felt sunlight on his back. He cracked one eye toward the light. 

They were outside; in the castle’s courtyard. Well one of them, a castle as massive as Castle Hyrule had several. Okay, right! Outside! Where people could see them! Zelda seemed to read his mind.

“Who’s going to stop us, Link~?” She rumbled, more smoke curled past the sky vault of boob casting him in shadow. 

“...good point. Everyone, uh, look away!”

…moo

Luckily for them the ‘everyone’ in question was just Ned, the castle gardener. And his cow Bessie. Ned just kind of sat on his fencepost and chewed a stalk of wheat. No way in tarnation he was going to miss this. 

“Hmm..mmm…there it is.”

Zelda found the very particular line of battlements she’d had in mind. Setting down Link on top and rotating her massive jiggling body around until that towering arse loomed over him like the face of a titan. Link gulped, he’d never been this hard in his entire life. Zelda bent at the waist, bracing her hands on the eaves of a nearby stable to hold herself up. 

The height was exactly what he needed. Zelda’s pussy quivered at knee level to him, as long as his entire forearm. Taking a deep breath, Link hefted his mighty organ with both hands and guided it back inside Zelda one last time.

“Ahn! Oh…oh my…th-this’ a new angle~~”

He had to squat to fully slide his monstrous organ into her slickened depths. Strong hands made to look childlike compared to asscheeks bigger than horse-drawn carts. Sinking into the squishy outer layer of meat like it was marshmallow~~<3 It was so big he only saw the upper half of Zelda’s head beyond its crushing slopes.

“Ready?’ He breathed. 

Zelda nodded, nervously biting her lip. She looked adorable like that. Link began to move slow, deliberate and careful strokes, minding his balance and breathing into the sudden control. Feeling how all the little wrinkles in her pussy began to quiver against his steely dick.

“Oohh…Oh that feels good…mmm~” Zelda’s dragon-ish eyes fluttered. “Maybe just a little faster?”

Link knew where this was going, he pushed a little harder, picking up to a rapid three/four rhythm that drew a deep resonant whine up from the depths of Zelda’s flat stomach. She bit a claw to hold it in. 

“Maybe a little harder~?”

Link obliged, rubbing the bottoms of her glutes in the biggest circles he could reach. At first he didn’t know whether his puny limbs were doing anything she could feel; until Zelda’s girlish moan took on an edge of a lioness’ growl. 

“Harder~<3”

Link gulped and really put his back into it. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! It was an insane sight, the strength of the hero of time burned in his veins. That little golden triangle which had lost its name glowed brighter on the back of his hand. 

“Harder~<3!”

Zelda’s ass SLAMMED back against him. It was like being bodyslammed by two boulders made of dense bread dough. WWhump! He staggered backwards two steps, schlurp-ing out a good six inches of dick. And then he ran back in!

WHAM!

“Nyyyaaaaahhhh~<3! Yeeessss!” Flames spat from her mouth, it was starting to gape. “Harder you little bastard!”

Link’s eye twitched. That’d been the dragon talking, he knew that but oohh he was a bastard now was he? He’d show her royal ass who was boss! Link opened his arms as wide as they would go, hands cupped, ready to perform a facsimile of the Incredible Hulk’s sonic clap.

WHAP-WHAP!

RIPPLES of butt waves swam across Zelda’s monstrous glutes, the princess let out a true roar! Girlslick spattered from her cunt and soaked his legs!

“D-did you just spank me~!?” The blushing she-dragon huffed out enough smoke for a Grateful Dead concert. “You little shit! Do it again Hylia’s tits that made me feel alive~!”

Link was all too happy to oblidge, he didn’t know where this dirty mouth was coming from but he’d teach her to watch her language! Even if he had to wash out her mouth with cum!

WHAP-WHAP!

“Nggghhh~~!! Yes yes yes punish me Linky! I’ve been such a bad girl…bumbling around and breaking everything…”

Link kept up his powerful dick-drives. Hammering an imaginary nail he’d found deep in her dribbling draconic depths. 

Then he felt a new kind of shudder, a seismic rumble from the soft sack that was the princess’ womb, a deep-tissue womb-gasm so meaty and messy that its coming made Zelda loe like a cow~~ The noise struck a primal chord in Link’s soul, a hunger, a need to hear prim and proper Princess Zelda gasp and shudder and scream like a woman was wired to~<3! Nothing could have stopped his administration now. Not even Ganondorf and his calamities!

But fate had one more surprise in store for Link.Because as Zelda’s impending orgasm rose; she began to grow again. It began as a bubbling under her skin, a subtle rumble that filled her entire luxurious body. Then outward, a shuddering swell that began to raise her hips past the lip of the battlements.

Within half a minute Link had to stand to keep his weapon level with the princess’ fuckslit. And by the time the other half passed he had to stand on his toes~ Awe struck him as he lost sight of Zelda’s regal face to the constant continual growth of dat goddess ass~~<3

“Oh by Din’s Mercy I’m getting bigger! Oooohhh it feels soooo good Link! Like this really really deep stretch~<3”

A clawed hand the size of a horse drawn cart smashed through the roof of the stable! Luckily none of the horses were harmed. Zelda’s arm straightened out, she didn’t even notice she’d totaled the royal stables. So preoccupied with finally shaking that feeling of being too small for her skin. 

Her tail began to lash high above the wall! High speed snaps that cracked like thunder across the land! So much power came packed in that casual, accidental motion that people began to think Urbosa the Tempest herself had come back from the dead.

Link, however, had a much more pressing concern. He kept pounding Zelda’s growing pussy with all the strength he had. But past a certain point it felt like he was humping a wall of flesh instead of making love to a woman. And that wall of flesh kept GROWING…

…p-pushing him back across the battlements. Pinned against a merlon by a firm sweaty assmeat. Engulfing his arms, covering his face. He couldn’t breathe. 

Above him the dragon princess kept right on growing. Horns racing up to touch the clouds. Arms stretching out so far they cast shadows across the whole of Castle Hyrule. An ungodly crash resounded as the venerable wall she sat upon crumbled. But by then Link had already passed out.

Link came to cotton mouthed and with the mother of all dehydration headaches. Splayed out buck naked against the sheer face of a pebbly pink monolith. One that was soft, the back of his head had sunken into it. 

“Uuuuugh, where am I…”

Sobriety hit like a gold brick to the nuts. Zelda! Where was Zelda!

Link dragged himself up the side of the mesa, it felt damp. Every inch of him ached but his groin most of all throbbed empty and drained-sore. Warily he cast his gaze over an odd pinkish-pale horizon. Above him hung Hyrule’s cerulean sky, cloudless and bright. But the land that met it was a strange rose pink color. Just like Zelda’s…

No, no that was impossible. She had to be here somewhere. And he would find no answers just laying around speculating all day. Link set off with a grunt, the pink ground was soft; too soft. Every step was an effort, our hero’s naked feet sunk in up to his ankles with every other step. He had to set a brisk pace to keep along the surface of the squishy earth.

Pushing on in this way, Link found that the pebbly pink mesa itself sat upon a great hill with ever so gentle slopes. Beyond its feet the ground became more firm, soft still but not fatiguing to traverse. But it was strange, its new pinkish ivory was the same color of his skin…

That impossible answer came back to Link but he had no time to reject it a second time. Because he’d almost walked clear off a cliff. Only his heroic nose for danger warned him in time. Link put one foot out into the blue void before he fell back. 

The ground began to squish under his weight. Pushing down into a ramp with no friction. Then he was sliding! Link scrambled top safety; heart pounding. 

This time he approached the edge with caution; craning his neck to see beyond the edge of this strange world.

Below it; he saw Hyrule. All of it, clouds crawled between him and the far, far away earth. This was a flying island. But something this immense had to be new everyone would have seen such an enormous…

Wait…was that screaming?

It was faint, distant, but his sharp ears captured the sound. Not one voice but hundreds, maybe thousands. Mass panic. 

Some indescribable prickle of base instinct made Link whirl to face to the north. Miles away he saw…hair. Golden hair. Grown out wild and just unkempt enough to suggest a rough roll in the hay. Hazy and tinged blue from the sheer distance between him and it. 

Or a good fuck on top of a castle wall.

Then the hair moved, the head it sat upon turned. A seismic moan shook the air, shook the ground—no, the flesh underfoot. Zelda looked down at the tiny mite stumbling around on her breast. 

“LINKYYYY~~~”

Her affectionate lover’s whisper boomed. Link gulped. 

“...fuck…”

How would he ever be able to satisfy this woman? Link didn’t know.

Slowly rolling off the massive tit he had been using as a pillow, with Zelda’s nonchalant, but predatory gaze at his back, the hero took in the state of the courtyard from his position up on the cracked castle roof.

…or better said what was left of it.

The entire outside of the ancient home of the royal Hyrulian bloodline had been smashed into pieces! Cracks meters deep, went up the castle walls as the courtyard itself was pulverized into smithereens. Two large half moons, a peach-shaped impact bigger than any carriage he had ever seen, was painfully embedded into the ground, ten meters deep at the very least. A long line of destruction was splitting the ground apart behind it, undoubtedly where a tail had hit the soil. It looked as if two meteors had hit the courtyard, and Link couldn’t believe his eyes. Shaking his head, he felt the earth shake as his new lover (?) stood up and stretched, yawning as an exhale of warm, nearly uncomfortably so, air hit his back.

Cracking her back, she affectionately looked down at her beloved as her entire being glowed with untold power.

“We really made a mess, didn’t we, Linky? I guess my posterior is so incredibly fat and dangerous that it can ruin ancient architecture…I would feel bad, if this didn’t belong to me. A worthy sacrifice for breeding my knight.”

Snapped out of his thoughts, Link turned around to tell her she couldn’t just damage things beyond repair with her blubbery hyper ass, but his words died in his throat as he made eye contact with the smirking Zelda’s glowing eyes.

SHE HAD GROWN AGAIN?! DID SHE EVEN HAVE A LIMIT?!

His groaning balls gurgled loudly, expanding to the size of waterbeds as his cock lurched forward as Link took in Zelda’s new appearance, even bigger than when she had just been transformed back from being the Light Dragon by Rauru and Sonia.

What could this possibly mean? Zelda, unaware of her full new appearance, raised an eyebrow at her knight as it looked as if his jaw would hit the floor (or rather his ground-smothering nutsack) soon.

BUT HOW COULDN’T HE STARE AT A THIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC GODDESS LIKE HER?!!

He was standing on top of the castle walls and she was still TOWERING over him, how was he supposed to handle her?!

Zelda, having previously limited her growth consciously and subconsciously for the sake of her people, had lost a bit of control when giving her virginity to the love of her life. Having nonstop sex for an entire night afterwards didn’t help as her body grew, grew and grew as her infinite energy overflowed from her bodily vessel. The fact that it had been only a tiny fraction of her power that made her grow to such an extent was a testament to what her true potential as a hyper fat-assed giantess could be…a fate that could end Hyrule in a single twerk.

Now, she had to be ten meters tall at the very least, towering over the walls of castle Hyrule and over her hyper-endowed beloved Link, who was standing on the walls, awed at her newfound height. She shook her head at him in amusement, unaware of his true reasoning for staring, a motion that sent her body jiggling, wobbling and clapping, claps that were audible all the way in Gerudo Valley (that sent every resident there into a breeding spree). 

No wonder a mass panic was surrounding the castle.

Her sloshing globeknockers, the fullest and mightiest breasts this universe had ever seen, could feed the population of entire nations. Her tits, individually three meters in circumference, were jiggling with every last of her movements, sweat flowing her actually canyonlike cleavage as her pumpkin-sized nipples dribbled magical milk by the gallons, her areola bigger than bean bags at the very least.

AND SOMEHOW HER ASS WAS STILL MAKING HER TITS LOOK SMALL!!!

While her boobs in relation to her body had stayed relatively the same, her booty had somehow gotten even fatter and sweatier over time. Nearly as wide as she was tall, two dump truck ass cheeks, each over eight meters in sweaty, dripping, clapping blubber and fat, were attached to her matronly hips and thunderous, tree dwarfing hyper thighs. Multiple Lynel could get lost in her sweaty, pheromone-rich ass crack, probably the only thing on the planet fully capable of encompassing Link’s schlong. Every slight movement of hers sent out fogs of ass sweat as enough was produced on top of her steaming hyper mega booty to fill multiple bathtubs. It was as if the universe was trying to prove how fat a living beings’ shelf of an ass could be…only to make it even bigger, fatter, sweatier, and mightier tenfold. Her blubberyflanks could honestly crush any enemy, from Hynox to Gleeok. Link wouldn’t be surprised if Zelda was capable of killing even the Demon King Ganondorf himself simply by sitting on him; she towered over him as well after all. Short as he was, Link would have never thought that a Gerudo would be closer to him in height, than to the Princess, as even King Dorephan couldn’t reach the lofty heights of Zelda’s golden mane, let alone her crystalline dragon horns.

Her body seemed to have gotten only stronger, sculpted muscles hiding beneath her body fat, especially abs showing through her smooth stomach, or ripped thighs whenever she slightly moved them. Her legs alone were wider than the biggest of trees. It was no exaggeration that not even the Great Deku Tree could stand a chance against how dangerously thick they were.

Having watched Link stare at her mutely for nearly five minutes now, Zelda got to the end of her patience as she crossed her arms and huffed, seeing him blush this hardly.

“Link, are you alright? You have had sex with with me all night, and now is the time you’re getting embarrassed by seeing me naked? Really?”

When Link didn’t answer, and instead drooled, a hint of concern entered her slitted pupils

“A-Are you alright? You’re not sick are you? Do you need some wate-?”

She leaned forward to look at his face, only to feel the ground crack beneath her. But the motion of leaning towards Link had set another thing in motion.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Clap Clap Clap Whap Whap Whap

Her ass cheeks rippled like an ocean full of waves as twenty tons of sweaty, unstoppable dragon goddess breedmeat smacked together in a crescendo of clapping booty that was audible on the other side of the planet. A shockwaves, riddled with buttsweat droplets and the wind pressure of the strongest hurricane imaginable shot out from her wobbling fuckglobes as it decimated the forest behind her, sending trees, rocks, animals, monsters and people alike flying through the air for nearly half a kilometer. Looking over her shoulder, Zelda’s jaw dropped as she witnessed the ass-pocalypse caused by her overgrown (and still growing) hyper dump truck of an ass.

A part of her was horrified at the display of power her booty cheeks colliding exuded.

Another part of her absolutely loved it!

Looking at her ass, even Zelda couldn’t help but be shocked. It had grown again! She had always been bottom-heavy for as long as she could remember, even at her normal, pre-dragon girl height, her posterior having rivaled even Urbosa’s own in size. But one would think that with tits wider and fuller than most Hynoxes were tall, that such a discrepancy in size couldn’t be possible. But somehow, her rippling breed-flanks had done it!  Were she to be lying on her stomach now (without her boobs pancaking underneath her of course), her sweaty spheres of fuckable destruction would be towering just as much over the castle walls as she did, only a mere person shorter than the rest of her height.

The shockwaves also sent her brain into overdrive as she fully realized her new size and height. No wonder Link had been staring. Her pussy clenched visibly as she began drooling. She loved it! Being this tall was phenomenal! Let those around flee in fear, such a reaction was only natural for a dragon goddess such as her! Smirking, her sharp teeth flashing, Zelda realized too late that her tail was wagging. She was too enamored with playing with her booty, slapping it to send more shockwaves through it and decimating even more of the forest. 

She loved seeing her cute Linky react to it all <3!!!!!!

Her dragon tail, as if belonging to a cat, smacked into the ground without her even noticing, splitting the earth apart as in front of Hyrule Castle, a new canyon was created, this casual movement creating a fissure in the earth miles deep.

Smirking down at Link, she gave a chaste kiss to his forehead, her plump lips encompassing his entire head.

She had never felt such omnipotence!

Her body was exuding such a power that even the Lynels were fleeing. Link was experiencing it too, especially with her focus on him. The combination of her Royal Bloodline of Divine descendance, her time magic, her light magic, her strength and might as the Light Dragon, the Triforce of Wisdom within her and the Secret Stone enhancing it all had undoubtedly made Zelda the strongest being creation had ever seen, outclassing any Demon King, the Three Goddesses or even Hylia herself. And the dragon girl was well aware of it too.

“I think I look more deserving of my power now, don’t you think, Linky? Do you like my gleeok-crushing hyper booty? I bet you do, you treelog-cocked stud~~~<3!!! Wanna fuck again?”

She leaned down even further, her grip crushing the wall as her excitement took over.

“I bet I can destroy all of Hyrule Castle with a few twerk alone? Wanna see, MY Linky???”

It would be a long time until the breeding stopped that day, with most of the surrounding area razed to the ground. Thankfully, Zelda had used some of her magic to keep the castle standing. Without doing so, it would have crumbled on the first round of sex.

Panting, Zelda massaged his nuts, similarly sized to her chest.

“I think we need to tell Purah about this…”

Link nodded, too exhausted to speak, before falling unconscious once more.

It had been a few weeks since that incident.

Zelda had kept her new proportions, partially because she was too afraid of her own powers to adjust anything, in case she made it worse and grew even more, and partially because she liked towering over everything, with the clapping of her two bus-wide and long cheeks ordaining her arrival even hours before she was visible on the horizon.

Link, the former amnesiac that he was, had only kept growing in cocksize, and especially in ballsize. Whatever Purah had done to him with the mysterious Sheikah technology of the Shrine of Resurrection made his steaming, reeking hyper balls double their sperm production weekly. Because of that, they exceeded even the biggest of waterbeds by now, individually. An unbelievable fact his new girlfriend was very fond of. “Seedpods worthy of any dragon or goddess.” as she had stated proudly to some staring woman one day, before scaring them off with a possessive growl.

Living with Zelda now has become complicated. Due to her new height. She filled out their house with her own body mass, especially due to her moon-shaming booty cheeks alone. No bed could hold them, and Link now often slept either on her belly, between her tits, on or between her ass or with his cock either in her throat, asshole or cunt. Not a bad existence at all, but moving through their shared home with most of it being filled by a ultra hyper thicccccccc woman could be in the way sometimes. Not that he’d ever say it! He loved accidentally walking into Zelda’s dump truck as her boobs and blubbery derriere spilled everywhere. The floor was always fully flooded with a vile mixture of cum, ball and cock sweat, ass sweat, milk and femcum, which gave their home such a strong stench of sex that it made the permanent brothel-smell of Gerudo village seem like fresh air in comparison. Only the strongest of mind and body could enter it without fainting, while cumming themselves into a coma.

Still, even with her newfound confidence, Zelda was still self.conscious of her dragonic appearance, constantly worrying that Link might lose any attraction to her. But every time she voiced those thoughts, Link repelled them with compliments, from wholesome to outright degenerate. The future queen loved it whenever he complimented her hyper and mega fat, always sweaty dump truck.

Now that a ceremony to become the queen of Hyrule was positively inevitable, Zelda had gotten a bit obsessed with creating an heir. It couldn’t be counted how many times a day they fucked. But one thing was clear.

Hateno village was experiencing continuous, mass-induced earthquakes and howls of pleasure that rattled even the Goron awake in Death Mountain.

Zelda shuddered as she thought of her beloved Link. Only his hyper monstercock could feed her endless desires. Groping her tits absentmindedly, she pondered her power. It seemed to be growing endlessly. Just as her body and Link’s balls were. She might need to ask someone incredibly intelligent about it. She just hoped she wouldn’t flirt with HER Link too much.

She knew that the woman had a thing for her knight….to be honest, what woman didn’t?

It was time to visit one of her only living friends predating the appearance of Calamity Ganon.

Time to see semi-immortal, incredibly sexy and stacked Sheikah scientist, Purah.

She only needed to wait for Link to get home and teleport there.

…

…

Purah better keep her grubby hands of Link!

Two thousand years after the asteroid broke away from Signus Prime’s ring belt, it entered the planetary system housing the little ball of dirt and rock its chemical accidents named Hyrule. Sixty years after that, the most learned astronomers of the Sheikah saw it approaching in the night sky. They ignored it, of course it was enormous–as big as their moon!--but the chances that it would actually hit their planet were one in ten million.

But all one in ten million meant was that it had to hit something. And Hyrule had just rolled a one. No power on that tiny little rock could have stopped it, not their heroes, not their gods, not even the most heartfelt prayers. Anyone on the surface could have wept, cursed its name, threatened all kinds of horrible things on the meteor’s mother. None of it mattered. 

This was the end. As all things must end–

“Ah…Ah…!”

Wait, what?

“ACHOO!” 

Zelda sneezed! A blinding ray of concentrated dragonfire erupted from her mouth. At the last second before it hit the ground Zelda whipped her face up to the heavens. A burning orange line split the sky and cleared a wedge of blue through the clouds. 

The chances, of course, of Zelda hitting the asteroid were one in ten million. But hey, it had to happen sometime.

Didn’t it?

Nobody on the planet heard of or even noticed the world ending rock. Not until their dragon princess accidentally detonated it into an expanding orange nebula of molten debris. The most anyone wondered was; wait, where’d that come from?

“Oh dear.” Zelda blew her nose on the tattered remnants of a ship sail. “We hope that wasn’t anything important. Curse these spring allergies.”

“Just keep aiming them at the sky, Zelda!” Purah called up to the ten foot princess. Over the rumble of the engine of her ‘measuring machine’. “The last thing we need is a new volcano!”

Said ‘measuring machine’ was, in actuality, a crane. A miniature one, mind you, but still. It had   a huge spool of rope mounted behind the cabin. One with knots tied off at precise half meter intervals. Sailors used ropes like that one to measure the depth of the ocean. So you can imagine how much Purah was future-proofing her machines after the…

Country-sized Zelda incident. Specifically the one where Zelda had gotten SO fucking gigantic that Link had mistaken her boob for an island. 

Speaking of islands, Zelda’s ass may as well have been one by this point. Sure she’d shrunken down most of the way, but most was still relative. She was still ten and a half feet tall. And that ass of hers was just insane. In fact, nearly eclipsing her height in its own fatness. The sheer width of her chamber-bursting glutes would have filled every inch of space in one of her subjects’ modest cottages. Purah had to employ Link’s help to build Hyrule’s largest set of scales. They’d had to weigh Zelda’s ass against entire armies of cows to get an accurate measure. By their best guess, each cheek was dense. Firm and bouncy like blubber. That density let her bubble butt keep its perfectly round heart shape. But(t) it meant that each cheek of her backside weighed TEN TONS. And it sure as hell made its weight and sweatyness known wherever she went.

Now, twenty combined tons of platinum grade princess butt made for bucketloads of property damage. Every doorway in Hyrule castle had been smashed wider. Not a single chair survived Zelda’s almighty wobblecakes intact. And even the upper floors, which had stood for centuries against countless demon attacks. Even they were showing strain. 

And that wasn’t even accounting for the water damage caused by her incessant ass-sweat~<3 Rivers of fragrant booty mist have swept up entire carpets whenever the temperature was above the point of freezing.

Zelda sighed, looking back at the state of her ancestral home. It looked like it’d been laid siege to!

“How are we going to afford the repairs?”

“We could try renting you out!” Purah called up to her.

“EXCUSE US!?”

Zelda’s pupils narrowed to slits. All the fine scales on her face and arms stood up into sharp spikes. Her tail swung like the fist of a war god. Luckily all it obliterated this time was a chicken coop. Link scrambled to calm his princess down.

“Not like that, Zelda!” Purah called, hurriedly, sweating bullets. “I mean like a bouncy castle! Your butt’s perfect for it! Kids love that stuff!”

Zelda’s fury dimmed, embarrassment took its place. “W-we can’t do that! We’re a princess!” 

This was the precise moment Link waddled into the courtyard, sandwich in hand. Sweaty. Recovering from that morning’s intensive dickin’ session. Dragging his already multi-ton nuts after him.

“So, how’s the measuring going?”

“It’s going great! You got her down past twenty feet!” 

Purah plastered on a grin, until she was sure Zelda wasn’t paying attention. Then she hurriedly beckoned Link up into the cabin. Purah tried to shut the door behind him. But realized she couldn’t. Even with the three-man space in front of the controls, Link’s man parts still hung out the open door. The tip of his clothed, flaccid penis still touched the ground!

“Your girlfriend’s a freaking problem, Linky.”

“I know! Right!?”

“Shhhhh!” Purah hurriedly shushed him. “Keep it down, she’s got crazy hearing, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Link whispered. 

“I’m running out of ideas here.” Purah nervously scratched her head. “If my growth estimates are right, she should’ve been the size of a planet by now.”

Link blinked, looking from the stressed out Purah to his bashfully oblivious girlfriend. Then back again.

“Well she isn’t.”

“Exactly, Linky. Look at me.” She shook him by the shoulders. “You’re the only reason she hasn’t flattened us with that big fat dragon butt of hers. If she ever twerks strong enough, she’ll split the planet apart!”

Link covered her mouth, Zelda sighed above them, tapping a clawed foot. “Shhh.”

“Sorry.”

“What do we do?”

“You’ve gotta keep her appeased, big guy. You know like those villagers who’d feed one of their virgins to their local dragon to keep it from roasting them all? Like that, just with sex.”

“Wow, no pressure or anything.”

Purah chuckled. “Something tells me you won’t have any trouble getting an erection.”

Zelda’s voice cut through the air. “What are you two talking about back there? How much longer is this measuring going to take? We’re getting boooored.”

Both conspirators glanced at each other, hurried. Trying to think up an excuse. Purah cooked up a better lie. 

“Just figuring out how you got so powerful!” 

Purah kicked her machine off. Now they could talk normally. She climbed down and then helped Link off the contraption too. So the poor guy didn’t accidentally step on his own dragging hutt-nuts or something. Even so, they cratered the ground as he landed, their mass only second to Zelda’s thickness.

Zelda waddled herself around, with careful mincing little steps. Just so she didn’t accidentally hip-check something else into the next country. 

Or let alone make her cheeks clap…the surrounding 100km wouldn’t survive that.

“Would you mind sharing, Purah? We’d rather like to know ourselves how we came to be so ridiculous.”

Purah sat on the tracks of her crane. Pulling Link down to sit next to her. Close next to her. Close enough to make Zelda huff in annoyance. Accidentally sitting her massive cheeks partially on Link’s immense nasty, smelly nutsack…

GGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGLEEEEEEEEEEE 

GLOOOOOOOOOOOORP

“Fuuuuhk…”

Purah was nowhere near Zelda in the curvature department. But by any normal measure, the ageless mad scientist was still stacked like an old-world fertility idol. Wide hips that crested out twice again as broad as her shoulders. Breasts so huge their lower swells covered her waist. Packing enough projection in the front and back to pack up a man’s entire arm in soft, springy womanflesh. And somehow continuing the trend, the Sheikah was bottom-heavy! Just like her sister Impa and her niece Paya, Purah continued the bloodline of the fattest asses in all of the Sheikah clan.

In any other world, if he hadn’t had a much more serious prospect waiting in the wings, Link would have jumped into her bed years ago. They both knew it. They thought they were clever. So it wasn’t quite clear whether Purah sitting on his balls was an accident or an ‘accident’. 

Either way, the fat spray of semen it forced out still blew off a button on Link’s trousers. Still spilled a small river of thick clotted semen into a ground fissure. Made by Zelda when she’d sat down too hard. 

“Wow, your balls are amazing, you know that, Linky?” Purah did not move her right glute one inch. Well, not one inch off his balls at least. She began to rub the pinched bit of meat with her bum. One hand on the engine housing of her crane, while the other slipped around her crush’s waist. Patting his other overburdened sperm seismic tank. “They’re more like cow udders than anything. If cows had udders bigger than beds, that is…And if they stunk enough to mark everything…”

“AHEM.” Zelda boomed. 

“I’m not doing anything.”

Zelda put her claws on her cart-crushing hips. “You’re sitting on our husband’s testicle, Purah.”

“So? It’s comfy.”

“MOVE.”

“Okay okay, keep your bra on.”

Purah shifted her ponderous, curvy weight the absolute bare minimum of distance. Just enough to put her full weight on the track, where it was supposed to go. The flow of thick, steaming jizz from Link’s dick slowed and spluttered to a stop. But she was still way too close to him to be just a friend. Those enormous, jutting, perky megatits of hers still intruded way into Link’s personal space. He had to sit with hands clamped to his thighs, for fear of accidentally brushing or groping those fat milkmelons. Let alone her dump truck of a mega ass. Even if she was technically sitting on the tracks, her multi-foot cheeks spilled over Link’s engorged nuts in sweaty blubber.

Still, the small concession mollified the ever-moody Zelda. For the moment. 

“Right, sit down boys and girls. Class is in session.”

Zelda sat, and chaos erupted. WHOOMP! WHOOMP! WHAAM!! PLAPP!!! WHHAAAMMM!!! The crane jumped a foot off the ground. Hyrule castle’s outer wall fissured open with a new crack. Link’s nuts sloshed. Purah’s goggles slipped over her eyes. She pushed them back up. Not that it kept her milkers from jiggling.

“...okay then. So, you know how you’re part dragon now, right?”

Zelda rolled her eyes. “We may have noticed that, yes.”

“Okay, so. Here’s the thing. I did a little digging in your family tree and there’s way, way more than we thought going on in there.”

Link blinked. “How much?”

“Okay, so, the source of power that turned Zelda into the dragon of light was the Triforce of Wisdom.” Purah counted those two off on her fingers. “But you also have the blood of Hylia running in your veins, that’s three. Then the Secret Stone, whatever that does, that’s four. Not to mention the time magic and the light magic, that’s five sources of some serious power in total. Even one of those would be enough for you to twist up Ganon like a pretzel. Heck, that’s what they’re all meant to do.”

Zelda furroughed her brow. “We see, but that does not explain…this. We are certainly more than merely five times stronger than that insect Ganondorf.”

Link snickered. 

“What? He is an insect.”

“And that’s the good old dragon pride talking.” Purah commented. “You’re right though. So here’s the other part of my theory. All the power sources I’ve just described serve the same purpose, meaning they all come from the same source.”

“The goddesses.” Zelda said.

“Right. But the problem is they’re too similar. They’re resonating with each other, feeding into themselves.” She gestured toward Zelda’s sixteen meter hips. “Amplifying each other.”

CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNNNNNNNNNNNN

GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“And apparently Linky’s stinky nuts are desperately trying to keep up with you, Zelda. No wonder they could smother a Gleeok…”

Link caught his breath. “Amplifying, how?”

Purah tapped her chin with her finger. “Right, you guys don’t know how resonance relationships work. So I had this uncle, right?”

Zelda and Link both groaned. Purah may have looked young and hot but she sure told stories like an old lady.

“Pay attention, you two, this’s important. So I had this uncle who was obsessed with creating earthquakes…”

Zelda raised her hand. “Why?”

“I don’t know, he just did. It’s a Sheikah thing. It was over 100 years ago, it doesn’t matter. So my uncle had this really big, beautiful workshop, right? Three floors, every tool you’d want, whole works…” She began to ramble. Link cleared his throat. “I’m getting there. So one day he built this tiny little box with this little arm that tapped whatever it was bolted to, like this.”

Purah began to tap her index finger on Link’s testicle. It glorked in response.

“See? Barely any pressure at all. But here’s the crazy part. My uncle just happened to bolt this whirlygig to one of his workshop’s support beams. So it started tapping…and tapping…and tapping…”

Zelda was starting to get annoyed again.

The churning was getting louder. Purah could feel his jizztanks bloating under her.

“He didn’t feel anything at first. But right when he forgot about it, his whole workshop started shaking!” Purah grabbed and shook Link’s ball. Forcing precum from his cock. “At first he thought it was an earthquake. But nobody was panicking outside. And he realized…”

Dramatic pause.

Link began to leak the good thick white stuff again.

“It was the machine!” Purah smacked the nearest thing for emphasis. Which happened to be Link’s ball. 

GLUUUURKLPHTA 

The hero of time greyed out, the crevice Zelda had put in the ground overflowed with yellowish nut. 

“Ooh, interesting. I wasn’t even trying that time–”

Zelda blew smoke out her nose, annoyed. “Purah, the machine.”

“Yeah yeah.” She smirked at a breathless Link. Her old eyes said. ‘Oh poor Linkyyy~ Want me to kiss it better~<3?’ Mind you saying that out loud risked total atomization via dragon fire. “The point is, when resonance gets involved, you can get a reaction like an earthquake from a couple taps. Each one so weak, they wouldn’t have hurt a baby.”

“Now, imagine what would happen if you had five sources of divine power resonating all at once.” Purah pointed at Zelda. “Case in point.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Whatever self-reflection this may have caused on Zelda’s part ended up being short-lived. Since Link just happened to lift his right hand and…

“Ahn~<3! Oh Linky, so forward~<3”

CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

That moan alone made his balls surge forward, until they eclipsed even a Hynox in size. Link’s hand sank into Purah’s tit. So deep most his his arm disappeared with it. Purah made a show of loving it. Clearly exaggerated that moan of hers, but Link’s nuts didn’t care. Neither did Zelda. They just churned up another hundred gallons of putrid breed-slop.

“You know I’ve been going just crazy with that growth ray, riiiiight? You think I’m finally big enough for you–”

“All right that is it!”

Zelda sprang to her feet. The sudden motion kicked off a mini-earthquake more powerful than Purah’s uncle’s machine ever could have. The towering princess actually growled. Baring sharp teeth that barred back a mouth full of flames. Purah paled, maaaaaybe that’d been a bit too much. Her cheeks clapped with the force of a Zonai bomb’s explosion.

Grabbing Link by his arm, Zelda lifted both grope-happy almost lovers up like a pair of stuck together barbie dolls. Purah held on for dear life. Zelda literally shook Link up and down until Purah fell off like a clingy, icky bug. Lucky for her she landed ass-first. So it was more like dropping onto a bouncy castle than onto the cold hard ground. The ground that got to experience Purah’s meteoric cheeks wasn’t as lucky. 

“We have been putting up with your incessant…f-fondling of my manslave for long enough!”

“Wait, Zelda, Purah didn’t mean anything by it–wait, did you call me a manslave?”

Zelda waved him off. “Oh, manslave, boyfriend, husband, one true love, it’s all the same.”

“Not really!” Link gulped.

“See what I mean? Classic dragon.” Purah said, rubbing her butt. 

Seeing her friend like that, fondling Link’s hulking mega hyper nuts, made something snap within Zelda’s psyche. It was as if her split identities, that of Hyrule’s princess and that of the Light Dragon, were forcefully melding together. It was as if she was so livid that another woman was getting close to HER Link, that the pieces of her mind snapped into one.

“And as for you, Link!” Zelda lifted her boyfriend/manslave/etcetera over her grumpy face. “You owe me a lot of cum for that stunt.”

“B-but I didn’t do anything! Purah groped me!” Link stammered. He could feel sweat drop down his brow as Zelda suddenly switched to the singular pronoun.

“Traitor!” Purah playfully called up to them. “You two’re adorable by the wa–”

WHUMP!

Karma smacked Purah with all the force of a massive pair of hyper balls across the face. And the boobs. And the shoulders, arms, stomach. Basically her whole front. And that was only 10% of his proper package.

The reeking, stinking hyper masculine musk was immense. All that smell rushed up Purah’s nasal passages, turning her thoughts to mush. Her nipples stiffened, her fat deep pussy moistened. It was like a pungent, concentrated aphrodisiac. Formulated juuuuust right to hit Purah square in the horny parts of her lizard brain. 

It was only a tiny instant of contact, the minuscule pause upon the moment Link’s balls smacked Purah SQUARE in her pretty nerd face. Purah knew the chemicals, she knew the names of the pheromones and the reactions and the catalyzations igniting stellar inflammations across her lower cortex. 

But comprehension was not control, before a reality outside of a scientist’s control; all the heady insights of their theories were the impotent babble of children before the divine. 

Androstenone, androstenol, androstenedione, estratetraenol, androstadienone; long words trampling and stamping like centipedes all across Purah’s misfiring cortex. Except all the legs were fingers and those fingers wouldn’t stop TICKLING Purah’s fat little clit~~<3! Just enough oleic stenches from all that over-fermented nut slop to ping her death drive and spice the ecstasy with a delicious hint of death. 

Her thick legs shook, slab-like thighs trembling like overstuffed jello-puddings barely contained in her stretchy pants. Thighs that would have brought any normal man to his knees, babbling babyish pervy epithets like ‘mommy’ or ‘queen’ or ‘step on meee!’. In most smut stories she would have been the sex goddess that rendered men’s cock permanently hard and women eternally jealous. Born for the sole purpose of making a single man’s life heaven. 

But this was not one of those stories, in here, Purah was not the Dommy Mommy In Charge (DNIC for short). She was the bitch, the second stringer, the assistant cock fluffer that struggled to pleasure her designated man’s disturbingly phat wiener. While all the squirting and trickling from her pussy served only as LUBRICANT to help Zelda breed with her royal consort~<3

And in that tiny instant of contact, a dark wet spot bloomed on the dark pooched junction where meaty thighs plugged into a pair of plump, double-wide sexcow hips~<3 Forcing her fat cunt to weep in joy because it dumbly thought Link was gonna finally wreck it with his big meat. 

All this in an instant, and then Purah bounced off them with a cartoonish BOING. Flying through the air with the greatest of ease and then crashing boobs first through the wall of the newly repaired horse stable. 

It had finally been fixed from Zelda’s accidental stomp exactly fifteen seconds earlier. The hapless old hylian took one look at the hulking spheres of girl meat sticking through his prized wall. The massive holes they leave behind, and the dazed sheikah bimbo plastered to the outside. 

“That’s it! I quit!” He threw down his tools and stormed off in a huff.

Zelda ignored the collateral damage of her actions, she was too mad (and horny). A sickle claw sliced open Link’s waistband and slashed down from there. Along the thick sleeve containing his obscene penis. Degloved of its clothing, the monstrous organ hung heavy and gravid an inch from the lips of the goddess-like dragon princess. 

“Don’t care, I want cummies~<3”

Zelda’s massive hand came up to cup and squeeze Link’s fat, hanging dick. Soft skin rubbed him deep, a delicious contrast to the hard, cool scales. Link gasped. She was getting better at pleasuring him. Zelda was a fast learner.

“See, Linky? I do it much better than that old hag~<3” Zelda purred, though at her size it sounded more like a throaty rumble. 

“...m’not an old hag…I de-aged mahself you jerk…And yer older than me nooooww…” Purah panted, slurring her words. Fingers slipping into her skintight orange pants. 

If either of them had bothered to look, they would have seen that Purah had managed to unstick her mighty rack from the stable. Which was nice because titty splinters hurt like a bitch. Buuuuuuut that also had the side effect of ripping the chest area of her bodysuit to tiny bits. Baring that awesome pair of heavy, quivering, daycare-feeding, sweaty and sloshing pudding mountains for all the world to see. 

Well, really it was just Farmer Brown actively yanking it to all this turbosexual madness. But who’s counting?

Purah pawed a tit that used to be THE biggest in the kingdom. Quivering fingers sinking into an overgrown medicine ball made of squishy flesh-jelly. She gasped, biting her lips to hold back a whine as she screwed her red eyes shut. Attendant nipple mounted upon that brainmelting titfuck-gland quivering like a second clitoris as it peeked out from the folds of its puffy areola. Filling with blood, sensitivity rising until she could literally feel the radiant heat of Zelda’s divine dragon body tickle it with air currents. 

It was the definition of sloppy seconds, just being near those two horny wackos while they had sex felt so Hylia damned good that even flicking the bean was up there with ACTUAL SEX in terms of squirting and dopamine floods…

And trembling…

And bubbling pink syrupy in the tits…

Purah’d never imagined boobgasm were even possible. Positive it was just a myth horny men made up. Ooohhh boy had she been wrong! Only Linky could proof her wrong in such a degenerate way! What a naughty boy he was! <333

Another smoke-laden moan breached her lips. Her nipple looked so shiny so…tasty~<3! Bouncing in place atop her towering tit. Purah’s mouth was open before she even understood the impulse. It approached her mouth—no, she lifted it to her mouth!

“Skaaaaaahhhhhllllllmmmm~~<3<3!!”

Purah latched onto her own nipple, whining as all those hot reward chemicals baked her neurons to a golden brown sear~<3 Tongue desperately lashing its tip while her teeth dug into its top and bottom to make it hurt juuuuuuust the way she liked!

But it wasn’t enough! She wanted MORE~~!! Purah began to knead her other breast, digging her fingers in too deep and good they disappeared up to the knuckles in her pliable boob. Rubbing it, petting it, cradling it as if it was a massive pregnant belly. 

Every inch of it sang PINK and BUBBLY~<3! Purah began to soak through the crotch of her ruined bodysuit. Hadn’t she just been fingering her pussy a second ago?

“Mmmhhhhmmm…mmmhhuuuuhhh…”

Purah whined into her tit, she’d just realized she only had two hands! She couldn’t grope both her girls AND finger her snatch at the same time!

It took several minutes of desperate air-humping frustration for Purah to figure out a solution. Slowly, ponderously, rolling onto her stomach. Smushing her mighty rack against the hard dusty ground. She practically lay on them, squeezing them together to make their nipples press close enough together…

For her to suck both at once!

More babyish and maternal moans trembled into Purah’s bust. It was dirty and uncomfortable but finally she had a free hand! And that free hand went to work, literally RIPPING open the crotch of her bodysuit to finally air out her fat drooling pussy. 

It’d gotten so hot in there her crotch literally steamed when she whipped it out. Musky with sweat and girl stink, so overheated she hand to wave her hand over it like she was cooling a fire~<3 Trying to control the crushing hot tub heat bubbling in her cloying, grippy-slick depths~<3

One finger…two fingers…three! FOUR! Her whole fist~! That was barely enough of the stimulation she craved, Purah’s sex addled gaze hazed in and out of total pink stupidity as her hand splorched in and out of her inhumanly elastic hole. Even that was barely a warmup compared to the torso-ballooning GIRTH of Link’s overswollen dick. Where her fist barely matched the width of one vein. 

She lay there, half insensate and stuck forever as second best. Huge silver-ribbon bubble butt looming over her slack and stupid face. Glasses hanging off her left ear. Visor dropped into the dirt next to her. Sucking her own nipples, both mother and child and the slut that temporarily lived in between. Watching two sexual gods screw each other. 

Purah basked in their radiance. 

Link turned light-headed, blood rushing to his cock., The beast awakened, hardening and rising away from his wife’s hungry maw. She grabbed and levered it back down. Keeping it aimed at her thick, succulent pink lips. Not even the erective force of a cock that could knock up a whole village of Gerudo could overcome the dragon princess. 

If you thought after Purah’s ‘accidental’ handling that Link would somehow be short on semen, you’d be terribly wrong. Within mere moments of Zelda’s rhythmic penis-tugs, precum began to trickle from Link’s pumpkin-sized glans. It could not pearl at his tip. There was too much fluid to be held together by surface tension. 

Zelda opened her mouth. Long self-sharpening fangs scraping past each other. Reminiscent of the grate to a furnace. But for the moment there was no flame in her gullet. Just a tongue. A long, cool, slick, slithering…Ooh! Prehensile tongue~<3

That forked, pink organ slunk up the underside of Link’s gigantic dick. Twin tips trailing alllll the way up to his balls and tickling them~<3 Licking them until their hapless host groaned and yellowish-white wisps began to contaminate the otherwise clear fluid. 

Link breathed like a bellows, trying to keep himself from blowing right away. Fuuuuuuhhhhk Zelda felt so good! As scary as she had become, as destructive as she had grown to be. The sex was sooo good~<3 

People were watching, overworked servants hired specifically to…well not even clean. Just run damage control on the fallout of Zelda’s excessive dragon-ness while he and Purah figured out a more permanent solution. Awed, shocked, horrified that their princess was blatantly f-fellating a man right there out in the courtyard!

Link waved.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhkkkkkmmmmmmmm~<3!”

Zelda swallowed his enormous prick. Her throat bulged all the way down to the tops of her gigantic boobs. Foot after foot of apocalyptic man sausage vanishing past her plump gluttonous lips by the second. Until Link’s nuts filly spilled onto their churn-some resting place. On top of Zelda’s heaving, hot, sweaty bosom. 

She made suckling noises, doing a fantastic impression of a vacuum. Cheeks hollowing as her tongue coiled around and ground on Link’s left nut like a lamia stripper~<3 Link lost all feeling in his legs, and in the hollowness they filled with the rumbling, churning, volcanic rise of pure overblown male HUNGER~<3

He tried to thrust but his own strength was impotent compared to Zelda’s. She held him with ease. Caging him in with the swords that were her claws. 

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

Zelda didn’t drive her face into Link, he would have been crushed. She lowered him down into her. Fast and in and out and in again like a gif of a sword swallower played at 2x speed. Only this time, the sword was wider than her multifoot waist.

Her throat BULGED around the impossible girth of his dick. Stretching until the skin shined like actual rubber. Between the thought-smothering ripples of a throat capable of swallowing coal bricks and spitting up diamonds, Link wondered if Zelda actually had turned her throat into something that stretchy and pliable. 

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRgggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLllllllllllllllllLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Creeeeeaaaaak. The noise made his balls lurch, Zelda smiled around his pork pipe, winking at her husband. The twin oceanic bubbles of her deep throat gag and the rubberized creak of her throat…fuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhk! Link’s balls lurched up so hard they knocked his LEGS out of the way! The churning coming from them was cracking glass miles away. The stench of his balls was turning the air yellow from his musk and virility alone.

Link was basically popped up and down by Zelda’s massive scaly hand, face slackening into stupidity as his testicles quivered. Resting on top of Zelda’s boulder-crushing rack. Gurgling like twin mud volcanoes, Link felt the clotted half-solid cum squirm and slither around the packed chambers. Hanging of her udders like twin boulders. As if this blowjob wasn’t too-good already!

But Zelda wasn’t satisfied with giving Link the best blowjob it was possible to give. No no, she had to go even further~<3!

Little by little, throatpump by throatpump, Zelda slackened her grip on her dildo’s body. Leaving him free to flip around more and more. Adjusting the angle of her head with care, to ensure he was perfectly balanced on top of his own ridiculous pushrod.

And then?

Then she let go!

“Aaaahhh, Hyliaaaaa!” Link wailed. “Holy shiiiiit~~!”

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

GAWWHK~!!

He kept lurching in and out of Zelda’s mouth! The towering princess had leaned all the way back, face to the sky, jerking Link in and out of her throat with NOTHING but the sucking/milking power of her mouth! 

Zelda held out her arms wide, muffling: “‘Mmflook ‘mmfom! ‘Mmfo ‘mmfands!” 

Overwhelmed, sucked too hard he swore his urethra was being PULLED open. Link’s eyes rolled back.

The eruption hit and it bent him backwards on top of his own inflated dick. Eyes rolled up and jaw slackening as he let out an animal noise not even Purah could identify. All the fleshy valves holding back his cum opened and Zelda drank from him as if his cock was a straw. A thick, beefy, vascular straw. Throat working and gulping to swallow every last drop of jizz. 

Not a single drop escaped the ravenous princess’ perfect lips. She was too hungry, her mouth produced too much sweet suction. Link pumped volumes of seed down her throat massive enough to hose down an entire orgy. But Zelda’s stomach barely showed any signs of distension. Just a little pooch under her bellybutton which you’d barely notice unless you looked. 

“Hhhhhgggglllluuuukh-ptahhhh~<3” Zelda caught him in her hand again. Withdrawing his mighty cock and spitting out the fat tip. Gasping for air, corners of her mouth upturned in a smile, even while she gasped for air. “There, now have you learned your lesson?”

Link nodded. Their difference in height was so stark she only needed one finger to pat him on the head. Which made him pale more. Zelda’s compulsive sucking of his cock and chugging of his cum had made her grow again!

Which meant that her sweaty fuck blubber, those planetary orbs she called her ass now weighed roughly twenty tons each.

One twerk now could decimate the surrounding kingdoms if she threw it back hard enough.

Zelda, already having been addicted to the smell of Link’s hyper nuts, felt it taking hold more and more within her by the hour, a side effect of her identities fusing into one. It was getting stronger by the minute. With Link’s balls pumping out yellow fog of pure musk out by the hour, her ultra sensitive nose was in her personal heaven…just like the ocean of cream filling her slightly bulging tummy.

Having just enjoyed her favorite meal, Zelda’s tail was whipping around like that of a cat, her scaled appendage making her cheeks wobble as the mere movement of it was creating hurricanes and calamities behind the noble draginess by accident. Even though it was barely twitching for her, in reality it was moving at hundreds of miles an hour as the air pressure created by every swing uprooted trees kilometers away. A side effect of her tail air cannons was the fact that the pheromone-rich ass-scent of her sweaty twin moons was carried throughout the lands, acting as the strongest possible aphrodisiac for her subjects, especially whenever Link’s musk was carried along by accident.

Looking down at her knight, a sharp smile split apart Zelda’s lips.

“You’re sooooo lucky, Link, you know? Only you may touch me or invade my space. Anyone else? I would annihilate! You can’t touch perfection itself! I’m a noble dragon, a goddess, the Queen of Hyrule! Only one as well-endowed and deep in my heart would ever get the grace to do so. You should be elated.”

Spoken with the stereotypical pride of a dragon, of a snobby princess, of an egomaniacal goddess, Zelda declared such to Link.

Purah, overhearing this, having finished fingering herself, loudly cleared her throat and snapped her fingers to get her companion’s attention.

“Ahem!”

“What is it, Purah? Can’t you see I’m having a moment here with Link?”

“Sorry Zelda, this is much more important.”

“......it better be.”

The dragon goddess actually growled out those words as she towered over everything in the vicinity.

“While you’ve been sucking off the biggest cock in all of Hyrule, something I’d honestly liked to see again, I’ve been running calculations while you were draining Linky’s stinky balls of exactly 12.348 gallons of cement-shaming hero seed.”

Zelda cocked an eyebrow in interest as Link flushed at the literal confirmation of the amount he had just dumped into the stomach of his royal charge. Seeing that she now got both of their full attention, Purah continued, looking as dishevelled from her masturbation sessions as she was from the test results.

“I have calculated if our temperamental princess over here were to ever be dissatisfied for a long period of time, due to the infinite well of energy within her, and her dragonic mating instincts intertwined with her normal hormones, there’s a 99,99% chance that Hyrule wouldn’t survive the encounter. Zelda…you really have to look after yourself…if you lose control, not even Ganondorf would hold a candle to the potential destruction you could bring.”

Even Zelda, prideful as she had gotten, looked shaken at that. Purah’s hazy eyes locked onto Link’s booming sack as she patted them in appreciation.

“Linky~! If you don’t breed our uppity princess over here at least 50 times a day, the kingdom will fall. You need to up your game!”

Squishing her milkers onto Link’s arm, her thighs bumping into his cock and balls, her cheeks wobbling, Purah put her plump, dick-sucking lips next to his pióinty ear and whispered with 100 years of pent-up need.

“And if you ever need to practice new positions, I’m always here to help, my Linky~! It’s my doctor’s duty after all! <333!!!”

Zelda, while incredibly scared by the news of Purah’s warning, couldn’t help but smile as her dragonic pride took over, her protectiveness and instincts honing onto Link as she witnessed the Sheikah scientist flirting with her knight for the sixtieth time today. Her genius level intellect, one only rivaled by Purah or Hylia herself, was cooking up a devious idea.

With her eyes glowing with power, she simply flicked Link against the forehead, knocking him out instantly, something not even the Demon King was able to do after an hour long battle. Purah could only watch intrigued and in horror as Zelda flashed her sharp teeth in a smile. The Sheikah knew that Zelda was now more powerful than Hylia, the three Goddesses and the Demon King combined, so she could only hope that Hyrule could survive the princess’ horniness.

In a flash, Zelda and Link vanished, leaving Purah needy for his heroic cock once again.

Link woke up with a startle. He could feel his cock churning loudly. Looking down, they were even bigger than before, bigger than before Zelda had drained him over fifty times. His body was seemingly preparing for the task of keeping an insatiable dragon goddess satiated and satisfied, but his waking mind was confused about what happened.

“Don’t worry, I healed your forehead, Link. Not even a mark remains. But I did knock you out…I have got a surprise planned~!”

Zelda yawned widely as golden flames escaped her mouth. Her grin sharpened as she noticed his now 10ft hyper cock growing even more erect than before. Looking at her face, the princess was smugness personified as her excitement was visibly making her body tremble.

“Wh-Where are we?”

“Hehehe, good question~! We’re in a deserted field in Hyrule, big enough to hide even my incredible height. I have brought us here to put what Purah said into action. Doctor’s orders after all! And I can hear your balls agreeing! <3”

She was right, both of his jizztanks were bloating up bigger than even a King Gleeok could grow to in size.

With the combination of Zelda’s sheer strength, height and weight, the Triforce of Wisdom in her palm, the Secret Stone fused into her being, her Goddess descent, her dragon physiology and abilities, her royal time magic and light magic, and the additional factors of her original personality gaining traits of a possessive, prideful dragon, Link knew he would need to go along with anything she said.

And that was before Zelda stood up to her new height and Link was able to ascertain her new proportions.

By the Goddesses, how was that even possible?!

Zelda was half again as tall as she had been before, Link’s cum-drained brains tried to wrap his head around the numbers. Ten plus five meant…fifteen. Fifteen feet tall! Zelda had grown so big she could see in a second story window! She was back to being the immense scale that had demanded a half a dozen serving maids just to dress her. 

And if anything she seemed juuuuuust a little bit wider than she was tall. Mostly in thanks to her utterly insane hips, so broad they would have gotten stuck in the castle’s front gates! Couldn’t help but imagining the princess lazing around like the fat(assed) lazy lizard she was. Reclining on her side, pelvis tilted up, upper hip rising so high that she looked taller laying down~<3

And that wasn’t even getting into the insane scale of her boobs. Everything was still in proportion of course. But Zelda’s proportions could still give a woman bodybuilder big-boob-induced backaches. Each tit was as wide as her shoulders, round, protruding, defiant of gravity. Not a hint of sag and and all fullness in its stead. Almost looking hard until an errant, smoke-breath from the princess subtly squished them forward and then back against her ribs.

“Sixty tons~<3” Zelda purred.

“I…ah…bah…boobs! What?” Link stammered, short circuited in the brain.

“I weigh sixty tons at this size.” She looked smug, huffing happily to herself as she tilted her head. “That’s what you were wondering when beheld my glorious body, yes?”

Oh she was glorious now, was she? This whole dragon ego thing was getting out of hand. …actually no it was already out of hand. The hand was back two country over and getting a lapdance from a stripper not even a TENTH as curvy as the walking, bragging mountain of fuckable boner fuel towering over him.

Link tried to look around, at the sky, the endless field of flowers, Hyrule castle far off in the distance, so small it looked like he could squash it between two fingers.

“So…now what?”

Zelda grinned, showing those pointed teeth. “Now? Now we really clean your cum pipes out, Linky. No skanky nerds to get in the way.”

Nerds was the word she dropped her ass to the ground upon. No matter how many times she slammed that butt on the ground, he’d never get used to it. WHAM-WHAM slosh…slosh…slosh… Those monstrous asscheeks jiggled for a full five minutes post impact. Zelda watched him the whole time, smirking, just waiting for the shakes to die down. As if to say, ‘Yeah, my ass is THIS phat. Don’t worry, it’ll stop shaking…eventually~<3’ 

“C’mon, Linky.” She beckoned him with a claw. “Come to mummy~<3 Am I doing it right? Purah told me boys like it when girls pretend to be their mother. Do you like that, Linky~~?”

He did now! 

Link felt the pressure, of all the people depending on him to slake this fat scaly bitch’s insatiable appetite for DICK~<3 In the old days he would have been horrified at himself for just calling Zelda fat, let alone a bitch. Now he was beyond caring. Dragging himself to his feet, Link gamely marched up to the naked, sweaty mountain of barbed curves his princess had become. Cock dragging behind him like his very own dragon tail. Testicles churning the closer he came, turned on and cranked to HIGH GEAR by the pheromones hanging around Zelda like a cloud of pure uncut fuck-me-daddy energy.

He came close and she picked him up like a toy. A big toy but, still, a toy. He was held up like a newborn lion cub to greet the sun. And then? Placed on her lap. Or really, slotted into it. Those monstrous dairy dispensers of hers were so large they made the act of laying across her bokoblin-width thighs something more like slotting your body into a crack on a cliff face. Mind you the cliff was made of the softest, warmest flesh. 

Still, it was a tight fit. 

Only Link’s cock and balls protruded from the gap. That impossible organ of his jutted straight up, the only part of him even partly capable of standing up to the overpowered Zelda. The dribbling mouth of his glans came within an inch of her nipple. Just that touch alone was enough to make him leak precum like a busted tap. He couldn’t see her, all he saw was the underside of her right tit. 

Link sank his hands into the mighty mass. Not to lift it, oh no, to open a channel to the cold and hard outside world that he could breathe through. It was a feverish, slick, sticky squeeze even then. Even when blessed clean air reached his burning lungs. 

If Link didn’t know better he would have sworn he’d been shoved inside Zelda’s hot, drooling, scale-rimmed pussy. Not just his penis. All of him~<3 A simulated return to the safety of the womb. 

Plus an awesome titfuck. His dick sank so far into the front of Zelda’s momma mound that it felt like he was being paizuri’d. What other woman could do that? 

“How do you feel down there, Linky?” Zelda rumbled. He felt her voice more than he heard it. Vibrating around him, deepened from the sheer volume of flesh ensconcing him. 

Link’s answer was lost in her breast. She chuckled, which shook all that smothering, apocalyptic jello on top of him. 

Being blind and deaf only heightened his sense of touch. So much so that when Zelda pressed her palm against the exposed side of his cock; it bubbled with joy~<3! Sticky, syrupy, ticklish under his skin. A fizz on every pleasure nerve that buzzed so strong it tingled like pins and needles; but somehow GOOD~~<3

Link moaned and couldn’t even hear himself through all that boob crushing his face. All that relentless penis petting made his balls churn and bubble and slurp like captive slime pods~<3 

Then she really got her hand around it, squeezing until he wailed into her flesh. Zelda could crush coal into diamonds with her bare hands, with a little help from her fire breath. Any lesser penis would have burst like a condom in her grip. Link’s didn’t, it bulged and it WEPT from the pressure. 

Within a handful of pumps his shaft was icy slick. With only the hard edges of the white scales lining the backs of Zelda’s hands to scrape through the sticky precum-soaked mess he was making of her hand. Already overflowing, already dribbling down her thick devil-choking thigh. 

“Good boy~<3 Keep that cum coming…” Zelda licked her lips with that forked tongue of hers. One of the little digits on its end coiled around her long, left-hand canine. “Let’s fertilize this entire field~~” 

GLOOOORRP~!

MLOOOORRP~!

Gluhk… gluhk… gluhk…

The grass was matted under the mess. Spilled male fertility soaked into the ground. But not wasted. Oh no it was not wasted. New life began to sprout in the ground. 

Link felt his balls swell past the bottoms of his feet, filling with the thick, near solid stuff Zelda was really after. That began to pour out as well, slow, lazy at first. But then Zelda began to stroke FASTER~<3

SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

That was when Link felt his cock truly, achingly open~~<3<3 The first shot of spunk sputtered out. Deflecting off the mooshed crevice in her boob and spluttering OUT. 

Onto the field. 

Splat! 

“Theeeeere it is~<3” Zelda licked her chops. “Come on, give me another one…”

SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

Splat! 

Zelda pushed in on her right-hand baby feeder at the last second. Instead of deflecting his cumshot shot high and then arced down onto the tops of her tits like some kind of sperm missile. Boom.

Burst all over her mighty rack. 

“Ooohhh yeeeaaaahh~~!!” Zelda caught a morsel of burning breed slop in her gaping maw. “That’shhh the guhd shavory shtuff~<3”

The instant Link’s seed touched her soft flesh, Zelda began to GROW. Swelling taller and taller by the minute. Explosive milk mountains and twerk-hams inflating to keep up. The outer event horizons of her titanic arsecheeks crept along the precum-soaked grass. 

Her tail wagged with every new foot added to the girth of her hips. Clods of grass and dirt were ripped up with every swing! 

Link saw none of this, but he’d reached out for something solid. Something that was not Zelda to grab on to. But just as one clutching sword-callused hand burst from the cleft made by Zelda’s body. Another cum bomb splattered onto the hulking princess! A second round of expansion hit! And the swell of her flesh engulfed his hand again. 

Buried in the endless folds of HER, Link felt his cock spout off over and over again! Flesh raced past him! Swelling to sizes he couldn’t even see, he had to imagine it. One foot per cumshot? Was that how fast she was growing? Two? Three?

Or…or was it slow? Gradual. And she was going to have to absolutely glaze herself in his seed to really reach the crazy kaiju sizes his cock dreamed of. Gawd this growth stuff was so hot! It was like she was building up to the world’s biggest orgasm! So powerful her body just SWELLED with the force of it! 

“Wow…you're so BIG now Linky! I mean you had a pretty large penis already but this…Mmph! You could bruise Hylia’s womb with this beast!”

Link had no way to know how huge he’d become. Only that his balls kept gurgling and stretching against his legs. And that the splatter of the semen which (somehow) missed Zelda’s body was not making the noises of slime spitting onto solid ground. No, it was splashing now~<3 The change was like the noise transition from filling a bucket to empty. 

How much semen had he given up—AAAAAAAGGH~~<3<3!

“Mmmm, I did this to you, Linky~<3 Don’t you forget it…my hot body is the one that makes you grow this big~~”

“Mmphurumuph…mufufflemuff!”

Zelda lifted her tit off his upper body. “What was that?”

“I noticed…” Link groaned. 

Looking ever so pleased as punch because he knew who owned his dick~<3 Zelda puffed her chest out. …whiiiiich had the side-effect of shooting Link out of the little pocket between her boobs and thighs like some kind of nerf disc. 

Before coming to a rest, he bounced twice off the muddy ground. Ouch. 

“Linkyyyyy…”

Link’s stomach shivered and his balls churned at the sound of her crooning. Zelda crawled over him on all fours, towering, buxom beyond all alphabetical cups, thicker than an entire snickers factory. 

On all fours, crawling on her palms and the tips of her toes; like an actual reptile. Hanging tits an oncoming wall of pliable sweaty flesh. Bubblicious hill of an ass looking high over her head. Hip measurement precisely equal to TRIPLE her height!

Her ass had already been the biggest in the Royal Family's history...but now, the combination of magic was amplifying this aspect of Zelda's posterior into obscenely blubbery-hyper-massive heights of pure, sweaty, clapping, world-threatening gigabooty. 

“Can I play with my Linky’s balls, pleeeeeaae~<3?” She pouted. 

Every time she brushed one knee across the muddy ground, its corresponding castle-cracking blubber bubble smushed up above its twin, iron cores of twerk-o-licious muscle tensing to drive those awesome tits across the ground. Then relaxing and lowering, only for its twin to take over the tensing and rising. Ponderously slithering toward her prey, licking her chops with her wide and THICK serpent’s tongue. 

The answer was yes, it had always been yes, and it would always be yessss~<3

Link’s ragged not summoned up a girlish squeal of excitement from the draconic dreadnought. A cute fanged face bigger than his full body (sans genitals) buried itself in his crotch! Sniffing deeply the musky, fouly male scent of all his backed up bubbling sperm-lava. 

Hiiiiiiiihhhh~~<3!

Zelda’s deep breath scattered butterflies through his tummy and static-pink charges through his nuts. When that lewd tongue of hers licked his left ball, it chained lightning across the firefly swarm of sparks and LANCED it up his cock! Link let out a wail as seed erupted from his gravid pods! Cock opening its maw like the mouth of a worm monster before—

“No!” Zelda grabbed his dick, squeezing the middle of the shaft until his cum stopped cold and his poor shaft bulged like an overstressed balloon. “Not yet, I want to savor this~<3”

Link whined, amazed. “You, you like how I smell. I haven’t cleaned these things all day.”

“I knooowww…” Zelda huffed his scent deeply into her nose, burning the scent of his cock into her brain. “Fuuuuhhk it’s sho guhd~<3”

Slurring around her outstretched tongue, licking figure eights around the full, vast expanse of his hairless scrotum. Zelda gave them a tongue bath, spit-shining them clean with her lips after long and thorough licks. 

Every time he RRNGH-ed and tried to cum she’d just squeeze his poor, aching wiener until the cum spasms stopped wracking him. All that sweet abuse was making his shaft burn, but with the electric, thought burning lightning-pleasure cooking her pleasure centers well-done. 

Link didn’t even register the discomfort as pain. It felt GOOD~<3 Just a slightly different flavor of GOOD~<3 The GOOD where the princess punished his big stupid impractical penis for being so big stupid and impractical and pants-staining and sweaty and prone to knocking women up by accident and just all around being huge huge HUGE~~<3<3!!

They were an aphrodisiac for her, so enormous they were almost as big as her whole body! Just craning up his head didn’t fully show him the true monstrous extent she had blown up his balls to. So massive they looked more environmental than an object. Easily huge enough to fill a side-chamber in Hyrule castle; EACH~<3!

Gurgling, churning up a storm, oversized, roaring boulders of seed, jizz-nukes of impregnating the entire kingdom in one go, musky beyond reason as those overbloated, hyperproductive semen-slurry-pods expanded with the same rate as Zelda’s own ginormous ass did.

And through all of Zelda’s manic worship of the monstrous balls she had saddled him with. Her ass continues to jiggle; no wave. Ripples rising into true-blue WAVES of pudding-like fuck flesh spreading out her hips several times wider than her shoulders~<3 

“Hhhhhhaaaaaaaghklllmmmm~<3” She moaned into his flesh. A gentle, sharp-toothed love bite along the seam between his testicles flashed the pink lightning red and sharpened the penile burn. Driving another groan in protest from her combination dildo/husband.

Her hips began to shimmy, wiggling like a happy kitten’s. But even while the motion looked cute on any normal feline. On the dragon princess the move looked absolutely obscene~<3 Each cheek sloshed side-to-side on its own chaotic trajectory, slightly desynced, bouncing in directions OPPOSITE to what you’d expect. 

It was becoming clear to Link that her ginormous hyper gigabooty was growing at a faster rate than the rest of her deliciously sexy body. Three times faster at the very least. With her ass sweat multiplying the more circumference her cheeks were getting, the more the ground beneath them was giving out, it became clearer and clearer to the hero.

The thought of her hyper ass growing faster than the rest of her was terrifying!

When those hips slanted down to the right those cheeks seemed to slosh uphill to the LEFT. And when they slanted down to the right they defied gravity again and jiggled to the RIGHT! It was as if the gods who’d conceived of the physics of Zelda’s rump-shaking were the same pack of horndogs who’d given the entire lineage of Zeldas their obscene proportions! Jiggling in the opposite direction to make the teasing little flicks of her bubble butt all the more eye-catching. 

Link was afraid to think what would happen if Zelda actually tried to properly twerk! The ground would split, islands would sink? Continental drift? Not off the table. He’d heard the butt-loving phrases like “Make the ground shake!” Or “Vibrate the con-crete baybee!” lots of times from perverted wanderers on his adventure. But they weren’t supposed to be literal! 

And that wasn’t even getting into the fat droplets of sweat she kept shaking off it! Incessantly jelly-like flesh jiggling so fast with its mutually resonating wobbles that it kicked the fat saltwater drops off their white hole event horizons as thoroughly as a dog drying itself. Except the effort of shaking herself dry was sooo much exertion to love that much buttmeat, that she ended up getting sweaty all over again! It was a vicious cycle, the only way Zelda could actually clean the sweat off her gigantic bubble butt was by dropping its phat, hyper massive, ginormous giga self in a river. 

But that’d damn the river! And probably turn it salty too. Zelda’s ass was so extreme, so ridiculous, that it just brought destruction no matter where she parked it!

Link began to imagine her even larger, even more gigantic in height. Booty walking across the land like some kind of cosmic kaiju. So fucking tall that her clawed and scaled feet crushed coral reefs on the bottom of the ocean. And the swells of the ocean’s Syrian waves barely lapped the undersides of those apocalyptic twerk hams~<3

Not just walking; booty walking! Outright swaying those mountains of flesh like a stripper on parade. Scattering tsunamis and rogue waves as she slut-strutted across the ocean floor. Head literally in the clouds. 

Hylia have mercy, that could actually happen! 

Link almost came again, but the squeeze she put on him stopped another geyser of clotted-cream spunk. And he knew Zelda hadn’t even begun to get her full of his stinky bull musk. 

They were going to be here for a good long time. 

During this, Link had leaked out enough precum to fill a small pool. Just large enough for the princess to see her reflection in. 

Looking into the steaming, reeking, disgustingly virile, yellowish pool of omega thick hyper ball batter, Zelda sighed internally. While loving all of her new features, she regretted one. The fact that her green eyes had changed to those of her dragonic, rainbow-esque orbs. Having lost the most direct feature she had inherited from her mother, a slight frown pulled the corners of her mouth down, even as her twerking hyper clapcakes approached enough mass to flatten all of Hyrule Castle.

“I think you are just as beautiful as you were before, Zelda. No matter the form, you’ll always be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Link’s words made her face flush slightly as her long ears fluttered. The knight couldn’t even begin to imagine how much those words meant to her.

Her feelings for Link multiplied immediately.

With his reeking hyper jizztanks nearly her own size, Zelda patted one of his cumkegs as it glorked in response. Inhaling his disgustingly virile musk, one that would send most women into unconsciousness, an entertaining thought crossed the dragoness’ mind.

“You know, maybe we could use your heroic nuts against the Yiga clan! Hehehe, one blast of cum and you’ll send them flying! <3 I’m sure if you knocked all of the women up in there, they’d turn into your cocksleeves!!!<3”

Her clawed hand rubbing her chin, she thought about Urbosa and wondered if Riju would ever be able to take Link, now that his cock was fatter than was the Gerudo chief ever took 100 years ago.

“Linkyyy, you could probably claim all the Gerudo as your concubines with your smelly, stinky musk alone<333!!!”

Zelda had discovered how incredibly horny she was for his jizz and ball-stink. As if ten thousand years worth of pheromones and hormones were crashing into her all at once. As if her own horniness had been amplified by her metamorphosis, her transformation into a dragoness akin to another puberty for her. Just this time, instead of just a hormonal princess, it was the feelings of a lovesick princess in the body of a dragon with the curves of a succubus goddess, enough ass to kill all of Hyrule and enough power to snuff out the sun with a sneeze.

Secretly praying to Hylia, Zelda was thanking her lucky stars for making her body so incredibly durable, probably even stronger than the steel of the Master Sword. If she wasn’t, interacting with Link’s hyper cock and balls could have hurt her eventually. But one thing was also clear to her. ‘I need to watch out for Link…I could hurt him…” She knew she should hold back. She could accidentally kill Link in a blind, horny motion if she wasn’t careful. A part of her felt incredibly afraid of her newfound power, while she was simultaneously overtaken by excitement from all the possibilities it brought. She liked how she could be much more dominating in particular.

Feeling infinite power under her skin, one thing became clear: she would need to consult Purah again.

And thus, she let go of Link’s cock as millions of liters of cum shot into the air in a single rope of cum. Every rope holding trillions of oversized wrigglers, sperm cells that could inseminate one hundred women by their lonesome.

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!

Tree-wide ropes of fermented, hyper-virile, steaming semen-slurry began shooting out of his breeding log with the force of a Divine Beast. Even having seen the growth of his hyper balls, Zelda’s glowing eyes were as wide as possible as every one hundred meter long rope of ball-slop crashed into the ground, carving away at the earth.

Link was thrusting like a madman between her scaly hands as he gave his all to drain his balls a smooch as humanly possible. Even traveling through her arm, her ginormous, mountain-heavy ass cheeks wobbled greatly, her assmeat having rivers of ass sweat flowing down their reality-breaking size.

“By the Goddessess…Link…So much cum…so delicious…truly worthy of me!”

The entire landmass was permanently ruined as it quickly turned into a swamp of fermented, disgustingly thick, yellowish, chunky, tar-shaming, blubbering seed-slop, courtesy of the biggest balls in existence. Instantly, the atmosphere changed, a yellow fog filling the forest as everything turned humid. This land would become incredibly fertile, even get a monument in honor of the Princess’ handjob!

“I'm so glad I was able to help you, Link…”

Rope after rope kept crashing into the field in front of her. Some of his cumshots were so powerful that they were even uprooting some trees, splitting boulders or splitting the land as the swamp of cum quickly turned into an ocean of ball-slop. Link could only see white as he momentarily passed out from the pleasure. 

Nearly passing out from the pleasure, Link finally stopped after nearly three hours of consecutive cumming. He would learn of what he had done to the land surrounding him the following days and nearly die of shame or shock, but right now, the afterglow was robbing Link of any higher thought.

Chuckling, she watched enamored for more than three entire hours, until his orgasm subsided. By the time he was done, Link was a panting mess, his ears ringing from the pleasure.

And so, she picked up her knight by the scruff of the neck and took to the skies, his cum dribbling onto the ground, her ass continuously swelling. By now, EACH cheek had to weigh over 30 tons each…

Her eyes glowing, she opened a portal in front of her and sped through.

Onto the Sheikah scientist! – the naughty doctor addicted to Link’s balls!

To be continued…