#breathofthewildvore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Prompts for BOTW Preds (ideally Sidon, Link, and Kass, but any of them work!) eating people and then the weight all going to their ass/thighs, and getting stares/teased because of their new thiccness?

I can work with this, those three are always fun. I kinda got mixed up with that last part so they're the ones doing the teasing instead. Whoops.

S.idon lets out a harsh belch, followed by a sigh as he feels the heavy weight settle in his stomach. Dealing with L.ynel can be such an issue, especially when more than one comes around. His guts are stretched tight now, churning and groaning hard as it tries to process three of them. Even one is a heavy meal for the prince, but this is a lot. It’s left his gut sitting on the ground, stretched tightly around the forms of the three beasts. He can already feel his gut working hard to try and process it all.

Of course, he didn’t do this alone. His greatest friend L.ink had helped him! He always knows that L.ink can be relied on to help him with these sorts of things and handle the problem. Of course...S.idon isn’t so often this gluttonous around the H.ylian. But they haven’t had to face three L.ynels at once before, either.

Another wet belch roars out of S.idon, making him flush slightly. His guts are boiling hard, already beginning to break down some of that L.ynel meat. At the same time, though, S.idon notices that L.ink is staring at him. It flusters the prince a bit and he worries that L.ink might be unnerved by the process. But...instead, it seems like his friend is staring with rapt attention. That’s somehow even more flustering.

Still, if L.ink is taking an interest, he wouldn’t want to shy away from that. So S.idon happily invites L.ink to come closer and even feel for himself. And L.ink’s hands...well, they may be small, but S.idon finds that they feel wonderful rubbing over his engorged stomach. L.ink isn’t afraid to get rough with it, pushing in as hard as he can. It gets some wet belches out of S.idon...and maybe a slight moan or two. Which he’d deny out of embarrassment.

S.idon’s gut steadily recedes as time goes on. The L.ynel’s squirming and roaring grow less pronounced, overpowered by the wet churning and gurgling of the Z.ora’s stomach. L.ink’s hands sink in deeper with every push on the softening forms of the beasts, earning him wet squelches and other noises in return. And much more shameless moans out of S.idon as the process only becomes more enjoyable with time.

But all that meat has to go somewhere. And as the L.ynels are broken down and the thick, meaty slurry is pumped through S.idon’s digestive tract, his body shows its effects. His ass and hips especially take on a lot of that weight, growing thicker and rounder with each meaty pump of his intestines. His gut stops shrinking long before it finishes its job, L.ink finding it growing flabbier under his hands as he helps to rub.

In the end, the three L.ynels are left as nothing more than some extra heft on S.idon’s form. The prince tries not to let it bother him at all when he feels the wobble of his cheeks on their trek back to the kingdom. He just knows he’ll be getting comments about his weight. It’s not exactly the form Z.ora royalty are meant to take as they get bigger...

But he also notices L.ink’s eyes trained on his backside as they walk. He can practically feel his friend burning a hole into him with how hard he’s staring. S.idon finds himself smiling a bit at the idea. And he makes sure there’s a bit of extra sway to his step as they walk back just for L.ink.

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“Wait, I almost got it!” the R.ito cries out. “Let me try again! I swear I--” A gulp silences the bird, his pleas turned into a muffled cry as his head sinks down L.ink’s gullet. The H.ylian lets out a sigh once he's down, followed by a belch that lets some feathers fly out.His guts boil and churn loudly, already getting to work on yet another R.ito warrior.

R.evali puts a wing to his face, trying to hide the fact that he’s blushing and the fact that he’s staring. As usual, R.evali got a little...too cocky when dealing with L.ink. Going on about the superiority of R.itos and how any of their warriors could best the H.ylian in archery. Of course, he ended up having to put his money where his mouth is, and...well...

Another series of gulps and slurps ring out and R.evali peeks out from behind his wing. Yet another archer is going down the hatch, his legs kicking and flailing wildly as L.ink casually devours him. And still, the H.ylian’s gut is bubbling heavily, processing the last couple of failures down into more fat.

Yes, more fat, R.evali notes. L.ink has gained...excessive amounts of weight like this. His stomach hangs out of his shirt, exposed freely as it works hard. It won’t be fitting well under that shirt for a while, either. Even when it’s done processing all that R.ito meat. It bulges further as another dives in with a thick splash, left to kick around in a panic before being overwhelmed by the ruthless digestive process.

Of course, that’s not the only part of L.ink that’s expanded. He’s grown rather...bottom heavy since this started. His pants are hanging on by a threat, ripping apart around his thicker thighs and ass. Sudden movements only exasperated the problem, and R.evali almost wonders if they’ll hold on to the end or not.

Wait, no, he isn’t wondering that! Not at all! R.evali quickly adverts his gaze again, ignoring the whimpering pleas of another R.ito for the champion to stop L.ink from devouring him. Pleas that are paired with wet gulps and slurps of said R.ito rapidly being dragged into that bubbling pit. R.evali is certain L.ink is doing this all on purpose, trying to...get into his head or something.

Another wet belch rumbles out of L.ink. Then R.evali hears wet sloshing sounds and the creaking of wood. He hesitates before looking past his wing again. L.ink is approaching him, looking so...casually smug over what he’s done. R.evali can’t stand that awful look on his face. Or the way his guts slosh with every step, stirring up the meaty slurry that some of their finest R.ito warriors had been reduced to. Or...how his hips seem to sway a bit with every step.

R.evali huffs and lowers his wing completely, trying to stand up straight and remain focused and powerful. He will not let L.ink win this. “Fine, you may have outperformed all of them. But we both know you’ll never reach my heights, L.ink.” As R.evali says that, he nocks an arrow and prepares to show off. L.ink belches again, right in R.evali’s ear, and his fingers slip as he lets the arrow fly.

...L.ink walks away from the R.ito training course about half an hour later. His pants are gone, but he barely notices the chill in the air. One hand rubs lazily over his gut as it burbles and churns wetly. The other picks at his teeth with the end of a dark blue feather. A few more escape his mouth as a bubbling belch comes up. Someone will probably clean all those up.

---

“It’s quite impressive, isn’t it, T.eba?” K.ass asks with a soft smile in that usual sweet voice of his. He looks back, but he’s not able to see the other R.ito from under his mass ass. It’s grown quite a lot since he’d left home, and now that he’s finally back, he hardly looks like the bird he was before!

Of course, when he did come home, nearly every R.ito stared at him. K.ass was plenty used to the attention so it barely phased him. T.eba was the first to actually come up and ask about it, and well, K.ass was more than happy to show off for the newest leader of their tribe. And T.eba does feel quite nice smooshed under his ass like a cushion.

K.ass can feel the muffled voice of the R.ito against him, the actual words lost to his ass fat. The way T.eba moves around tickles him just a bit, keeping the bard jovial. “I picked this up from some techniques described in some ancient songs,” K.ass goes on, despite not really knowing what T.eba was saying. “I’d have tested it out on some of those awful monsters roaming around but I’ve never been the best fighter. Thankfully, I met a few H.ylians not long after I figured out the songs’ meaning!”

Oh yes, those H.ylians had been very helpful. More than happy to give K.ass a hand with things. Sure, they might not have been anticipating being suddenly scooped up into the R.ito’s beak and ruthlessly guzzled down like a few snacks. But that wasn’t really important, was it? They melted down just fine and really helped in adding to K.ass’s...mass~ He wiggles his ass back and forth slightly, getting some more muffled noises out of T.eba.

“I had a few more of those during my travels,” K.ass goes on. “I even got a bit...greedy, lets say, and picked off an entire stable during a night of rest! I even decided to snack on the leftover horses and my did they really add on some heft.” K.ass’s stomach just gurgles at the thought and he smiles, giving it a slight rub.

“Well, after that, I realized bigger meals were better. Traveling groups or...larger meals.” He chuckles slightly into his wing. “Did you know L.ynel tastes quite similar to horse? They’re rather hard to catch, but the one bothering those Z.ora was manageable while it was distracted with them.” K.ass slurps over his beak just thinking of the meal. “Speaking of Z.ora...they also taste like fish! I only had a few...and that delectable prince of theirs...”

S.idon had been just as filling as the L.ynel, really. And just as wiggly. No one really noticed the difference when the ‘L.ynel eating R.ito’ waddled out of their village with something else large stretching out his gut. Another low grumble echoes up from K.ass’s stomach, making him perk up and smile. He looks over his shoulder again.

“Or, that’s right, I meant to ask. Do you know if our old leader is still around, T.eba?” K.ass can feel the R.ito try to speak again. Still can’t hear him. “Well, I suppose I’ll find out for myself. I’m sure R.ito tastes a lot like other bird and he’s quite the meal himself...” K.ass is already drooling over the thought, grinding his ass back further against T.eba. “Oh, and don’t worry! I’ll let you feel my ass once he’s added to it, too! You can let me know if it feels any different.” K.ass smiles as he finally feels T.eba go slack with a whimpering groan. It’s good to be home.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Think we could get some Revali vore

Love that bird

I can do more for him, he’s a great bird.

The R.ito caws as another thick gulp sucks him in up to his waist, his feet already pushing into the gurgling gut below. His wings are useless as he attempts to flap them and get out. "R-R.evali, please, we can talk about this! You don't have to--" Another gulp sucks him in up to his chest, making him yelp before he can finish pleading.

The great Champion of the R.ito was a cocky bird, but it was well deserved given all he's done and his immense skill. That doesn't stop other R.ito from challenging him near daily--races, archery contests, hunting, and sparring are among some of the things that many R.ito believe they can best their Champion at. They're always wrong, and the R.ito currently armpit-deep in R.evali's gullet is starting to realize why exactly no R.ito ever returns from these contests.

Another gulp sucks his head in, leaving the R.ito's vision framed by that drooling beak, only his arms left outside of the deadly maw. "P-Please! Have mercy, R.evali! I don't want to die over a stupid race! Let me go and I'll tell no one of this, I swear! I'll leave the village! You'll never see me again! Please, let me--" A thick gulp muffles whatever else the R.ito was saying, his head momentarily bulging out R.evali's neck as it sinks down. His arms are slurped up and R.evali lets out a soft sigh as he feels the full weight of one of his kind slosh down into his feathered stomach.

He gives it a few pats as the R.ito inside thrashes around, trying to find a way out or perhaps just get more comfortable. A belch escapes the bird, a few stray feathers fluttering from his beak and floating away in the breeze. "You whine far too much," R.evali comments, casually digging a finger into his stomach. "If you had won, you wouldn't be in this position. It's not my fault your only worth is as my food." Ever since he'd become the Champion of the R.ito tribe, R.evali has been getting all kinds of challenges from overconfident R.ito.

It'd been annoying at first, but when one took the loss particularly hard and practically begged R.evali to devour him...well, suddenly he'd become much more willing to take on any challenge coming his way. So long as they take place in more secluded areas, of course. Already, R.evali's gut is bubbling intensely, the R.ito inside really starting to scream. It makes R.evali groan and clutch his stomach, wanting to feel the process take place.

"Thankfully...all of you lesser R.ito have given my body plenty of time to...nnff...practice. So let me show you how superior I really am!" R.evali's stomach begins to reduced in size rapidly, the screaming R.ito being pumped away at incredible speeds. He couldn't even finish yelling before some thick rumbling cuts him off and R.evali belches up all of that leftover air. More feathers float off in the breeze and he licks along his beak with a content sigh.

His hands gently cup over his belly, now just an unassuming beer gut that stuck out a measly inch or two. "And there you are, put in your rightful place. I'd suggest you enjoy it and settle in...but I'll burn you off before day's end. Your type never sticks around for long." R.evali gives his stomach a few careful pats and then takes to the sky to get some real work done. He'd forget all about the poor challenger by the time the next one is sinking down his gullet.

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R.evali frowns to himself as he soars through the sky. He can’t find anything good to eat and it feels like he’s been hunting for hours. Or maybe that’s just what his incessantly growling stomach is leading him to believe. He’s gone out much farther than usual though, and even then, he’s got nothing. He’s about to give up and fly back home when he spots something.

...oh, no, it’s just L.ink, off doing who-knows-what all by himself. R.evali rolls his eyes and is about to go back but his stomach lets out another needy growl and it makes him pause. L.ink is all alone out here. No one really knows that R.evali has come out this way, either. A smirk begins to pull onto R.evali’s beak as his grumbling stomach wins over and he dives downward instead.

L.ink perks up slightly when he hears something coming. He recognizes the sound as a R.ito flying in and looks up to confirm that it’s just R.evali. He smiles and waves to his companion, but instead of receiving a warm welcome in return, R.evali practically dive bombs towards him. The R.ito lands hard on his feet next to L.ink, making the H.ylian step back in surprise. Before he can even ask about what R.evali wants, the R.ito’s wings flap down hard and sends the two of them up into the air with a strong gust.

L.ink cries out in surprise and flails as he’s suddenly airborne. Without his hang glider, he doesn’t go up very high, but it’s just enough that R.evali gets what he wants. L.ink’s eyes widen as he turns in the air and finds himself staring down into R.evali’s wide-open beak. He braces himself with his arms on instinct but all it does is make his descent even easier.

GLLL-MMPH! With a massive, wet gulp, R.evali sends L.ink plummeting straight down his gullet. Flying up while the H.ylian falls down makes sure that it takes nothing else. R.evali is already in the sky again before L.ink has fully disappeared. The Champion falters just slightly in his flight as he feels his gut slosh and sag down, his delicious hunt curled up tight inside now. But with a wet “BRRRAAAAP!” and a smug slurp of his beak, R.evali’s flight smooths out again.

“I’m so lucky to have found you, L.ink!” R.evali comments, though he’s not entirely sure if his voice can be made out by his catch. “I was just starting to think I’d be ending my hunt empty handed. But thanks to you, the great Champion of the R.ito’s has nothing to worry about!” R.evali smiles smugly as his gut sloshes under him. He can feel L.ink starting to kick and shift inside. “I dare say it’s the greatest help you’ve ever been to me. Be proud of that! Anyone would be.”

By the time R.evali lands at the R.ito village, his gut has shrunken down to a much smaller and rounder size. It sloshes around as he settles and what would have been a very loud belch gets muffled into his wing. He pats his gut gently with the other wing and smirks slightly. “Settle down, L.ink.”

The Champion saunters off, eager to rest and let the last bits of his meal digest. One of the R.ito guards catches his eye as he passes him. “Champion R.evali! Another successful hunt, I take it?”

R.evali rubs along his stomach slightly and pushes on it a bit. His wing sinks in, making his gut bubble and churn loudly. “Mm...one of my better ones, in fact. I don’t think I’ll have another quite like it.”

---

R.evali doesn’t get envious. Envy is for people that don’t have something. R.evali has everything--skill, strength, adoration. There’s nothing for him to be envious of! He does, however, get jealous. Because while he might have something, it’s possible for someone else to come along and take it.

It started with T.eba. He was an up-and-comer among the R.ito. He was faster than most others, a better shot, strong and reliable and a natural leader. Of course, R.evali only considered him second place to the Champion of the R.itos. But then T.eba started to try learning to use R.evali’s Gale. That was a line crossed.

Of course, he did try to learn it from R.evali himself, and spoke with all the humbleness he could muster. But R.evali saw it for what it was--a R.ito that wanted to be top of the pecking order. That wouldn’t stand. R.evali offered T.eba to do some special training, just the two of them, and no one else may know. T.eba agreed enthusiastically, and R.evali could barely contain his smirk.

The next morning, some guards were asking around to see if anyone had seen T.eba recently. Of course, R.evali hadn’t seen him for a while. Not since he went hunting the day before The guards didn’t find the R.ito’s bloated middle suspicious, and they walked off just before a sharp gurgle made R.evali belch up some white feathers. He carefully kicks them off the edge of the walkways and lets the wind carry them off.

Things were fine after that. People murmured about T.eba’s disappearance, but R.evali reassured them all that nothing was wrong and that they still had their Champion to protect them. But a week later...K.ass returned to the village. Everyone was excited for the bard to return. He had new songs to sing and stories to tell. People stopped worrying about T.eba then...they also seemed to lose interest in R.evali. That was a problem. And the Champion’s slightly pudgy belly grumbles out a reminder of how he can handle it.

K.ass left the village as suddenly as he arrived. He’d only been around for two days, and didn’t leave any impression he planned on leaving again. But that’s what everyone had to assume happened when he was simply missing one morning. It just so happened it was also a day that R.evali requested to be left unbothered in his room for a while. A stomachache, apparently. R.evali found out the hard way that accordions don’t agree with his digestive system. Hacking it up over the side of the village eased those troubles eventually.

R.evali’s worries didn’t end there. T.eba and K.ass both going missing wasn’t causing a large panic, but it did get the rumor mill turning. R.evali didn’t mind that at first, but when P.enn suddenly came by to interrogate R.evali on the situation, it caused problems. Especially when the reporter found K.ass’s accordion nearby...and some familiar loose feathers...

R.evali made sure that the cap and goggles he belched up were left farther away from the village this time. The flight to discard them in the river helped him process that annoying reporter as well. He’s getting a lot fatter, though. Three R.ito are clearly a bit hard on one’s waistline. Well, R.evali thinks, it was their fault for being such nuisances. He won’t get any bigger if he doesn’t have any more problems...but he won’t stop it from happening if he does. He feels like some of the guards have been noticing his weight gain. Might need to pay them a visit during dinner...

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I heard that R.evali was getting a lot of CHONK art, so how about some vore with him at increasingly bigger sizes and being smug about it?

Yeah, he has been! Evidently, his voice actor is kinda into it? Or is at least interacting with art of it, which got a whole lot of people to make stuff. Anyway! Good enough excuse to fatten a cocky bird up.

The first time it had happened, R.evali would say that it was…weird. He’d been coming back from some of his personal training when another R.ito intercepted him with his bizarre request—to be eaten whole and alive by their champion.

“I’m not good at fishing or hunting,” the R.ito says. “And I’m not a skilled archer. I want…no, I need to do something for our village. And the only way is to serve you, our Champion!”

R.evali considers talking some sense into this R.ito, send him back. But the earnestness of the request and the gentle growling of R.evali’s stomach after a day of work, as well as the sense of praise and superiority, is all leading him to a different answer. A smug smile and a haughty laugh finally settle on him. “Well, who wouldn’t want to do that? I’ll make sure everyone knows that you went to the greatest cause of all—me.” He plants his hands squarely on the R.ito’s shoulders and opens his beak wide.

R.evali was late getting back to  by he village, and the guards that greet him seem relieved he’s returned. Then a bit surprised to see he’s cradling a person-sized gut, gurgling and churning thickly. A belch escapes the champion, some feathers fluttering from his beak as he slowly slurps along it. “I’m pleased to inform the two of you of someone who will not be coming home…”

It’s a couple of months later that R.evali begins to notice a shift. Specifically, the shift of his stomach every time he moves or takes to the sky. A pot belly has settled itself snuggly onto his frame, wobbling around any time he moves. He huffs to himself, poking and prodding it. “Where did all of this weight come from..?”

Well, he knew where it came from: ten R.itos, all of them offering their bodies and lives up to their great Champion. One at a time, every few days, someone had come to R.evali with the same story—they felt that they served no greater purpose than being a meal to move their Champion forward. And of course, he obliged each and every time. Even when the last one was a pair of brothers he had to work down together.

Of course, that much meat was bound to leave some extra heft. But R.evali had figured his training would work it off. Clearly not. He was almost a little ashamed of it—what would the other R.ito think if he walked around looking so…plush? Such worries were cast aside by his next meal.

“Oh, R.evali, I’m honored that I’ll be able to become a part of this,” the R.ito says, stooped down to rub along the sides of R.evali’s gut. “For everyone to see what’s left of me adorn your frame…is a great mercy.”

The thought makes R.evali grin. And R.ito went down soon enough, adding some more inches to R.evali’s heft by end of day. And when he runs his hands along his expanding girth, feels it wobble, there’s nothing but pride. It’s not just fat, it’s a sign of the strength of the R.itos. How they can come together and become something better, but never be forgotten or erased. They’re all more of him…but there’s still something to show they were there. His stomach bubbles over whatever remnants of his meal are left, and he absentmindedly wonders if he can get another for dinner.

R.evali huffs a bit with effort as he lands, the wood platform groaning under him. His belly rumbles harshly and a thick belch roars out of him, a multicolor of feathers explode forth and fluttering to his feet. R.evali sighs out, slowly slurping along his beak while he pats his gut slowly.

“This new training method is…an exceptional idea,” R.evali huffs. Having to work a bit harder to bela his meals lets him get plenty of flying in, a chance to adjust to his weight in the sky. He’s also found that all the new weight gives him something to throw around. Few continue to move much with a few hundred pounds of R.ito dropping on them.

Whoever had the idea initially is padding out his ass some more, so as far as he cares, it was his idea. It’s been over a year since the first R.ito joined their champion and at this point? R.evali is hardly slowing. He happily shows off his weight to everyone who can see it, and he has no intentions of ever losing it. Why would he want to, when so many R.ito gave themselves to him to form it?

There have been some noticeable…let’s say dips in the population. Much of the guards have been gutted by R.evali’s gut. Who needs them when the great Champion is keeping their village safe? A handful of hunters have fed R.evali with their own bodies as well. Less R.ito around means they need less food, so the hunters have less to do. And those they stay around, like artists and musicians, well…R.evali might have less of a justification there beyond finding them easy meals. But surely they’re still serving a greater purpose, yes?

Another belch erupts from R.evali, his hands lazily smooshing his stomach as it churns. “Hm…perhaps it’s time to start expanding my tastes outside of the village. I'm sure it’s not just the R.ito who recognize my greatness!” The heavy gut gurgled wetly in agreement.

R.evali can’t say when he last took to the skies, but it’s not such a problem for him. All the food he could ever want is down here, after all. Ever since K.aneli had retired (being mulched in R.evali’s gut is a popular form of retirement nowadays), he’s taken up residence as the leader of the R.itos. His great stomach rests on the floor, always burbling over something. R.ito most of the time, Hylian with some frequency, and occasionally a Z.ora or even a G.oron.

R.evali is fat, but it’s a sign of honor. “Letting those who give their lives to the great R.ito Champion show their additions is the highest honor!” Of course, since R.evali can no longer take to the skies, a successor is already in the works—he’s been hearing good things about this T.eba fellow. Might have to give him a few pointers.

After all, if he’ll be their new Champion, he’ll have to show others a high honor as well. R.evali pats his gut with a slight smirk. And if he’s all talk…R.evali will add him to a real champion. The best. The heaviest.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Could we get some Ganondorf pec & oral vore with some weight gain & disposal?

Yeah I can definitely do that!

Getting into the royal castle as an advisor had been shockingly easy. G.anon had been very careful not to do anything too suspicious. From here, he'd be able to find and take the other pieces of the T.riforce he was looking for. Until then, though, his current position is a comfortable one. The king is a dolt who doesn't seem to notice anything is amiss and that has given G.anon access to most of the castle. He's been...partaking in the luxury, in the meantime. between the guards, the servants, and the townsfolk that often came by, there was no shortage of people around the castle. So if one or two people go missing every so often, it can be rather hard to tell. Especially with how naturally large G.anon is, often towering over some of the H.ylians here. He can effortlessly lift them up with one hand and cram them down the hatch in a few swift motions. He'd been a bit worried about the bulge in his gut being noticed with his live meals, but after the first few, he'd noticed his gut stretching out less each time. Though it took finding his clothes to be a bit too tight to realize that's because all these snacks have been adding on the pounds. It felt unbecoming of G.anon to be gaining such idle wait while trying to do important work but he couldn't help himself! He's practically addicted to the ease treats he has around the castle at all times. The way H.ylians scream and struggle as he devours them, the feelings of their bodies breaking apart in his stomach...it nearly drives him mad. He's thankful for the private bathroom he has. H.ylains make for rather large dumps, and the bones baked into it usually aren't well hidden, nevermind the smell. But it felt good knowing that the disgusting, worthless waste he was dropping off used to be a living, breathing H.ylian. And the king didn't suspect a thing. There was one time that had been too close--G.anon had been feeling particularly hungry one day and gone around the castle, picking off every guard and servant that happened to be alone with him at the same time. His stomach had been swollen with ten people when he got back to his room, and he'd been hoping to rest and let is all process when the king came by for some advice. G.anon was lucky the man hadn't noticed anything strange about his taut, gurgling guts. And eating so many H.lyians at once had been worth it--especially when he met them again in the bathroom for the biggest dump of his life. Even now, as he thinks back on that meal, his stomach is messily churning down a couple chefs he picked off with his breakfast. He's hardly thinking about the T.riforce anymore--he's just thinking about what he's going to have for lunch next.

G.anon lets out a small grunt as hands push into his chest. It was a bit tight, but once they got in, they only sank deeper. The man is pleased watching S.idon push himself in without hesitation, his eyes filled with purple corruption. G.anon had been given plenty of time to hone his skills, and the corruption he was capable of is the one he's most proud of. Some of those with a stronger will need to be broken down, though. That's why L.ink is left to merely watch his companions eagerly submit to their demise. Once S.idon's head is wedged between his pecs, G.anon can only grin at the glare he's getting from the warrior. How many of his friends will have to die before G.anon can claim him? He's eager to find out. Once S.idon is waist-deep, all it takes is a few flexes from his chest for G.anon to pack the rest of the prince away. His pecs bulge outward, packed tightly with all that meat. S.idon is moaning inside, his mind completely clouded by G.anon's power as the pecs squeeze and flex around him. L.ink can only watch as the defined bulges of his prey shrink down with each flex of G.anon's pecs, the muffled voice getting more distant, the entirety of S.idon fading away as G.anon's pecs grind him down into muscle mass. S.idon manages one last loud moan before G.anon's pecs squeeze together and he's gone with a sickening crunch. G.anon breaths heavily, his larger chest rising and falling with each one, dripping in sweat. Then he turns around and squats. He took all he could from S.idon, and the rest is worthless to him. Thick logs of crap slide out of his ass, steadily coiling up on the ground under him. A few red scales and bones pepper the otherwise brown mass, and S.idon's skull gets to top it off once it's pushed out with a loud grunt. And with his first meal gone, G.anon starts on the next, forcing K.ass's beak between his chest and packing the R.ito away with only flexes. L.ink has to watch each of his friends disappear like that. Once K.ass is left as a pile of feather-speckled crap, T.eba is forced in after him. R.evali follows soon after, brought back by G.anon just for the pleasure of snuffing him out once more, leaving two more feathery piles of crap. D.aruk was a similar case of revival just for him to die again, but he proved to be a much tougher meal for G.anon to crush down--he took pleasure in watching L.ink shiver as each flex seemed to do so little. But in the end, D.aruk was left in a very heavy shit, digested like the rest. Even Master K.ohga is packed away in those pecs, just to prove to L.ink that G.anon will destroy anyone just to mess with him. Once that mask is left half-buried in the fourth pile of shit, G.anon decides it's time to claim his prize. L.ink doesn't resist at all, and with little effort, his eyes are clouded over by G.anon's corruption. G.anon enjoys the way L.ink moans as he's packed away into that heaving, sweaty chest. All it takes is one massive flex to end it, and G.anon can feel immense power surging through him as he finally gets to claim that tri-force. His pecs are massive by then, and he's left with plenty more muscle mass on the rest of his body as well. And his first act of celebration...is dropping off L.ink in a measly pile with his friends. They can rest together while G.anon claims what's his.

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Could we get some unwilling/betrayal vore with Link BOTW as prey, especially with Kass or Sidon as preds?

Oooh yeah that sounds really good.

K.ass was perched on one of those odd towers, humming a tune as he played his accordion. It was a nice day out, one that he'd happily spent flying around, but now he was taking a bit of a break. He was just considering what to do for lunch when he heard the sound of panting. The R.ito looks over his shoulder to see a familiar H.ylian pull himself up onto the tower. "Ah, L.ink!" His voice catches the attention of the man, who smiles and waves to the bard. "It's good to see you," K.ass continues. "Why don't you come over here and sit with me? You sound like you could use a short rest." K.ass pats a spot next to him. L.ink seems to ponder it, looking at the structure in the center of the tower, but ends up deciding to take K.ass up on his offer and sit next to him. L.ink settles next to him while K.ass continues to play his accordion. "It's wonderful that you came by. I was enjoying the weather today here and was just pondering what to do for lunch. But now that problem is solved." L.ink blinks and looks at K.ass when he says that, only to find himself staring down into the R.ito's wide-open beak. L.ink doesn't have enough time to pull away before K.ass's beak clamps down over his shoulders and head. He begins gulping, sucking the H.ylian down as fast as he can. He knows L.ink could fight him off in a fair battle, so he wants to get him down as fast as possible. L.ink thrashes around for all he's worth, but once his arms are pinned down, there's little he could do to fight back against the tight, powerful gullet of the bar. K.ass throws his head back, slurping up a pair of kicking legs, and his normally trim stomach bloats out in his lap, now large and round with his lunch dropping inside. A light 'Bwwooour!' escapes K.ass and he chuckles softly, going back to playing his music now that he's finished eating. "Thank you so much for stopping by for lunch, L.ink. I really do appreciate it." He gives the side of his stomach a few rough pats, making it slosh back and forth. he can feel L.ink squirming around inside of his gut, bulging it out this way and that as he fights for some kind fo escape. But he won't find it in there. Many have tried but no one has yet succeeded. K.ass belches again, a strange tablet flying out of his beak and dropping off the side of the tower. He puts a hand to his mouth. "Excuse me. I hope that wasn't important...well, I suppose you won't be needing it anymore now, will you?" He smiles and rubs over his gut, squashing L.ink around inside and earning even more frantic squirms. Then he's back to playing and humming, the only other noise being the thick gurgles of his gut and the occasional belch. By the time K.ass would leave, some hours later, there'd be little left of the H.ylian beyond some remaining chyme bubbling in his stomach. No one would know about the fate of the hero besides him, although if L.ink were lucky, he might have a legacy as one of K.ass's songs...though a song about his most delicious meal might not cause many to create the connection.

L.ink found it surprisingly easy to scale up the waterfall, with both the help of S.idon's advice and the outfit he's wearing. He gets to the top and stops, expecting to see the prince behind him, since S.idon was helping him practice moving up the waterfalls. But no one was there. L.ink peers over the edge of the waterfall again but doesn't see the prince down there, either. Did the Z.ora go somewhere? Maybe he should go back down to look for him. With his plan in mind, L.ink goes diving off the waterfall, falling toward the water of body below so he could find his friend. But just before he meets the surface of the water, S.idon leaps upward, maw yawning wide open with sharp teeth exposed. L.ink's eyes widen, but there's nothing he can do as he dives head-first into the Z.ora's maw. It doesn't even take a single swallow, gravity working all on its own to see L.ink directly down the hatch. S.idon goes back under the water with a splash, only to rise a few seconds later, now floating on his back. His white stomach sticks out above him, bulging with the now thrashing L.ink inside. S.idon grins and pats his stomach a few times, making it slosh back and forth. "That's your second lesson, my friend! Be careful where you swim, you'll never know what might be lurking in the water below!" It's a lesson many Z.ora learn, though it can often be a lesson they only learn once. S.idon lets out a belch as the H.ylian sloshes around inside. "Our third lesson is to prove you can truly master your skills! Just think of my throat like a waterfall and swim back up!" He puts a hand on his stomach, feeling L.ink continue to slosh around back and forth as he fights inside. S.idon's gut is slick and impossble to sit still in, especially with it actively trying to digest L.ink. "Come on, my friend! I know you can do it! Just a little more!" S.idon pats his stomach again, accidentally sloshing L.ink around more. He was confident in the skills of his friend and didn't want to digest him...but as S.idon watches his gut, he can feel it working harder, and see L.ink's movements slowing. After some time, a bit more motivation, and a couple wet belches, there was one last bout of thrashing that made S.idon's gut slosh back and forth. And then...it was still. S.idon presses on his gut gently, feeling his hand sink in easily. He lets out a massive belch and the suit L.ink had been wearing flies out of his maw, splattering onto his belly. "Oh dear...looks like you melted right out of it, L.ink. I'm sorry, I thought you were ready for this kind of training! Oh well..." He was a little sad to have lost a friend, but really, he'd move on from it pretty fast. L.ink wouldn't leave much on him, but he'd know the H.ylian was always part of him, and he could take solace in that. So for now, he relaxes on the water's surface, his stomach slowly shrinking as it pumps his dear friend away.

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*gets on my knees* prompts for pred prince s,idon please..

Obviously, I love the fish prince so yes! More of him!

It's obvious to S.idon that, as the prince, it was his duty to handle the L.ynel issue they had going on. Even if the shock arrows would harm him, he knew he had to go out there and handle this horrible beast for the safety of his people. He managed to sneak up on it, thankfully, giving him the perfect chance to strike. The L.ynel roars out as it feels jaws chomp over its ass and looks back to see S.idon devouring it. It tries to fire off an arrow to send the Z.ora flying but it can't get a good aim like that, and its back legs are folding into the prince's gullet as it's devoured. All it can do is roar and thrash, the sounds like echoing thunder as its scarfed down by the prince. Once he gets to the waist, S.idon lifts the beast up and tips his head back, letting the top half of it slide effortlessly down his gullet. It roars the whole way down, all the way until sharp teeth snap shut over its face and a final gulp seals its fate. S.idon's stomach bloats out before him with the great beast, who thrashes around wildly in its efforts to escape. All it really does is make S.idon gassy and blast out thick belches that echo through the hills. He sits back against a tree, licking his lips as he rubs over his gut. He pushes down on the L.ynel's face every time it stretches out his belly with a fierce roar. It a matter of hours, he'll be able to waddle back home with a fatter gut and tell his people about how he managed to tame the wild beast. S.idon licks his lips and smiles, patting his stomach a few times as the L.ynel's energy is already waning. He's happy that his kind won't have to fear this monster any longer, at least. And...well, getting a good meal out of it is a nice bonus.

S.idon couldn't stop eating. He had to have more and more. The Z.ora fall victim to his hunger, trying to reason with their prince only to be met by sharp teeth and a dark gullet that pulls them in. His stomach expands with each of his subjects and he somehow finds the ability to keep moving ever as his gut drags along the ground and bulges out before him. G.anon's corruption had finally begun to spread more, and S.idon is one of its first victims. His eyes glow purple and red and the only thing he can think to do is stuff his face with anything he can get his hands on. The last screaming face is shoveled down the hatch and a harsh belch rumbles out of him. The entire Z.ora domain has now been relocated into the prince's stomach. They do all they can to escape, screaming and thrashing around, muffled voices begging for their prince to come to his senses and let them out. But all S.idon does is rub along his engorged stomach and belch like a beast. He finally feels so wonderfully full, and having this much meat inside of his stomach comes with pure bliss. His subjects should be honored to be his food and settle his horrible hunger! There's no greater use of their life than this! He grins wide, drooling as he listens to them continue to beg and yell. His guts churn and gurgle wetly, already breaking down the first few he devoured into a thick soup. They'd all be gone in a matter of time and with G.anon's corruption clouding his mind, S.idon would be enjoying every second of it. Anyone who dared to come by the kingdom like this would simply be added to the meal, and by the time there's nothing left by a thick, sloshing mass in his guts, S.idon would be wandering off to eat even more. The Z.ora domain found its way onto his stomach but it wasn't enough--he'd just have to have the rest of Hyrule for dessert!

"Come on now, you can do it!" S.idon assures his gurgling guts. They bounce and thrash around with his meal inside. It's his job to teach people the skill of swimming up waterfalls, and while practicing on actual waterfalls is usually a good start, he figured that this was basically the same thing! His stomach groans wetly and sloshes around again as the man inside thrashes around. S.idon lets out a belch and smiles. "Ah, I think you're getting closer. I know you can do it, just give it another shot!" Once more, the prince's stomach sloshes around with a bit of thrashing before suddenly going still. It lets out a low groan and the prince belches once more, this time sending the loaned Z.ora armor out of his jaws. "Oh, dear..." That's the fifth time today that he's done that. He's certain that this method can work! Going up his throat is essentially the same as a waterfall, and it's much more convenient for training these H.ylians on the go. But...well, the success rate hasn't been too great, if his waistline is an indication. S.idon picks up the armor, now dripping in drool, and goes to wash it off. L.ink managed this just fine, he reasons, so the other H.ylians should be able to! He just needs to keep trying and be more motivational. Once he's got this armor cleaned up, he can loan it to the next one and they can try again! One of them has to get themselves freed from his gullet. S.idon's gut gurgles wetly in disagreement--it's more than happy to keep claiming all of these easy meals. It's already prepared for its next H.ylian lunch.

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I saw some belly bullying ask that you have done and with how awesome some of them are I was wondering if you could do a post where Link from BOTW is being bullied by various people and monsters in his journey across Hyrule? With disposal t asking and weight gain if you have any interest with this.

Oh I’d love to! I got plenty of guys in mind to bother our great hero. And uh...oops. These are long so I'm only doing the two for now. Probably could've just written full stories for these but here you go.

R.evali had a smug smirk on his beak, a broken arrow sticking out of one side like a large, steel-tipped toothpick. "I told you I was the best," the R.ito brags. "Twenty-something of our best archers and I single-handedly scored twice their score combined. And of course, I've proved myself better than you at the same time!" The champion smacks his feathered gut, which is stretched out immensely, bulges and lumps shoving around as the writhing mass of said twenty-something R.ito archers fight for their lives in the gurgling, churning tank. And of course, unseen from there, L.ink is pinned beneath it, hopelessly forced into the wooden floor of the platform R.evali's contest had been held on. "Honestly, I'm glad I decided to put them away. If this was the best they could do, what use do they have besides fueling me?" R.evali puts a hand to his chest with his hoity attitude, relishing in his own bragging while no one can talk back to him. He's not sure if L.ink can even hear him past all the mass and the heavy churning but it doesn't really matter to him--he's more than happy just to hear his own voice. He leans forward, pressing his gut down more. The floor creaks under him and he can feel L.ink pressing deeper into his gut. "You can feel it, can't you? My body doing what's natural--breaking down these lesser R.ito, adding them into my perfect body. They should really be thanking me for putting them to use, huh? And you should really start rubbing. I might be wanting H.ylian dessert if you don't prove your worth." As time draws on, the Champion's belly works its hardest, steadily breaking down all the R.ito inside. They screamed and begged and pleaded, but in the end, they all bubbled away into a thick, feathery soup in his guts that pumps deeper and deeper into him. R.evali could feel the rubbing start up once his belly is malleable enough for L.ink to actually start rubbing and pushing down where he can. He could also feel his body getting heavier in real time. That much meat is going to really pack on the pounds and gods is it doing so. His thighs expand outward, his ass rounds out, his face gets squishier, his arms thicken up, and his gut! Even as all the sluice in his belly is pumped away, his belly stops shrinking at a certain point, now a heavy, wobbling orb hanging before him. Maybe he went a bit too far…but using his weight to keep L.ink pinned down does make this worth it still. He only lets the H.ylian stand when he can feel nature calling and that smug look returned to his face. “Good job, that just barely passed qualifications. As your reward, I’ll show you the fate you avoided.” He turns around, his tail feathers raising to show off his newly fattened ass. With a grunt and a bassy fart, several feathers blow out of his ass. They’re soon followed by a dense set of logs starting to smack into the ground, steadily piling up higher as he squeezes them out. R.evali devoured a lot of R.ito and it shows in the sheer density and mass of his dump. Tattered clothes, worn feathers, and bones stick out of each inch of the mess. The most gruesome are the R.ito skulls, sticking out periodically, beams open in horror as if aware of their fate. A rather large one is framed by R.evali’s ass for a few solid seconds before he pushes it out with the remained of his waste. He looks back with a grin. “Aaah…there we are. The only natural state for those under me. Don’t you think, hero?” He can see L.ink sitting before the stinking pile, face red as he takes it in. Maybe they’ll have to host another contest…just to make sure the message of his superiority has really sunk in.

He thought this would be more challenging, but in the end, he's simply unimpressed. The tree creaks loudly as the Y.iga B.lademaster forces his engorged stomach against it, squishing L.ink between the two. With a small crew, the buff Y.iga clan member had led an ambush on the hero after spotting him at a stable. It had gone well, surprisingly enough. Especially once he started scarfing down the random bystanders at the stable. L.ink hadn't done anything to save them, just watched, as if stunned or...mesmerized. Something kicks roughly in the B.ladermaster's gut and it bubbles harshly. He lets out a deep belch that shakes the tree a lot. He'd also scarfed down those F.ootsoldiers after deciding he was still hungry. And now it's just him and L.ink, and the hero, who had fought off so many of the clan and eluded them for so long, had never once truly attempted to fight back. Even now, pinned by his stomach, listening to and feeling all of those people digesting away in his grueling guts, it seems like the hero has simply given into it. He's not even squirming. Is this really what the hero they've spent so long tracking down has amounted to? Master K.oga always made it sound like fighting L.ink would be an immense challenge but this was nothing--all the Y.iga member did was have a heavy lunch and he's already won. Well...if taking on the hero was this easy, he might as well relax and enjoy himself. Feeling his stuffed gut pinning the man down, forcing him to listen to it work down all those lives into heft and shit, was a very euphoric feeling to have. Though that euphoria was only aided by the digestion itself. Feeling all of those lives melting down in his tank was unlike anything else--the B.lademaster had really glutted out on this one, even taking down his own companions, but there was no regret in it. His stomach steadily shrinks down as it breaks down the squirming meals and pumps them deeper, and the more his gut shrinks, the bigger he gets. His body swells out heavier as it processes a metric ton of raw protein. Plenty of it adds to his muscles, his body already used to gaining them, letting his arms and legs swell out further with power and his chest getting thicker. But he's getting a very thick layer of fat as well, which piles onto his ass and thighs and especially his gut. What had used to be abs was becoming a large, round pot belly that wobbles with every move he makes. It had stopped shrinking after a certain point, leaving him with his new permanent size as he polished off the last bits of sludge from his guts. L.ink's face is finally free with the belly shrinking down enough but he was met with a deep, harsh belch right to his face that stinks of meat. A half-melted boot and a Y.iga mask fly out past him as he's left dazed from the gas and the time under that gut. It left the B.lademaster confident that he can get up without the hero leaving and finally do his business. After all his eating and weight gain, his spandex have torn all over, exposing large portions of his body. This made it easier for him. All he had to do now was squat down and do his business. There's a deadly blast of gas that even makes him groan before he starts dumping out a stable's worth of people in dense, bone-laiden logs. It piles up high fast, filling the space with the horrible stench of a powerful, satisfied predator. Torn spandex and a couple of masks come out in the last few feet of dung, and when the business is done, the pile coils up to reach the B.lademaster's chest. He lets out a sated huff then looks down at L.ink. He could take the hero back now, hand him over to K.oga, and be given a very handsome reward for his hard work. Or...he can have some more fun. He hoists the hero over his shoulder like a sack and disappears into a puff of smoke. K.oga can wait--he wants seconds.

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Hey I saw your Link belly bullying ask! I was hoping we could get some more of that good stuff since it seemed you had a lot of detailed ideas, with weight gain as well please.

Oh I’d love to do more with that. I'll use the other characters I had ideas for. Sorry if these are a bit too long though--I'd formate them as stories if it was feasible to break them up more. But due to length, I'll stuff these under a read more.

"Your highness, I must insist that you reconsider--!" Sharp teeth clamp down before the face of the pleading Z.ora and a resounding gulp sends him down the hatch. The face bulges out S.idon's neck before disappearing past his chest. His belly gains another notch as he aids yet another of his many subjects to his bubbling, boiling tank--a sloppy belch rumbles out of his jaws, making his face flush red. "O-Okay...that's...about half of my staff, five R.ito, three H.ylians, and--BWWWWOOORP!--ugh...one Lynel..." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling his stomach bounce and shake as all of his meals kick around inside. "Are you finally satisfied with seeing the capacity of Z.ora royalty, L.ink?" He tries to peer past his stomach to see his friend, who had been pestering him all day since he'd read some texts explaining the dietary habits of the royal Z.ora family, but S.idon's stomach is so massive that he can't seem to. "L.ink, are you still there? Please don't tell me you left me while I'm like this." After a few seconds of silence, S.idon feels two hands push down hard on his stomach. His eyes widen as a massive belch roars out of him, making the steelwork of their kingdom shake under his feet. His entire face goes red as he lets loose for nearly twenty seconds. When it finally stops, he puts his hands over his mouth and he can hear L.ink laughing just out of view. "L-L.ink! That wasn't funny!" Completely flustered now, S.idon moves without thinking and swings his heavy stomach forward. It hits L.ink and he can hear a yelp as he knocks the hero off his feet and onto the floor. Before the man can get up, that large gut is on top of him, smothering him into the floor. After such a big belch, his stomach is stretched tightly, showing off the bulges of his still live meals struggling inside of him--a few of the softer ones had folded from how constricting it got in there and are little more than a bubbling slop in the bottom of his gut. S.idon can feel L.ink struggling under him but his stomach is far too heavy to move. The prince crosses his arms with a frown. "If you want to act like a child, then I'll treat you like you. You can sit under there and think about what you did. I'll let you up once I've finished processing all of this food you convinced me to eat." He can feel L.ink continue to struggle against his stomach but he leans forward on it and quickly puts an end to that. In reality, S.idon did quite enjoy letting loose and pigging out like this. The tightness of his gut, the heavy groans and churns of it chugging along, the sense of power feeling all that live prey struggling inside of him--it's all so addictive, even for such a friendly guy. What he didn't appreciate was being L.ink's plaything and the butt of his jokes, so it's only fair for the price to get the upper hand. His powerful stomach only took another hour to process everything inside, and while he's no stranger to live meals, he hasn't indulged quite like this before. S.idon's normally lean stomach now hangs heavy before him, so much so that he can still use it to keep L.ink smothered under it. The muscles he's gained from so much swimming have been smothered under squishy, soft chub that's left his arms and legs and hips much thicker than before. Even the sharp features of his face have rounded out somewhat. S.idon finally rises to his feet, his stomach wobbling as he does. L.ink is splayed out on the floor, his expression dazed. The prince feels a bit bad for him but doesn't want to think L.ink has gotten off so easily, so he keeps on the stern expression. "I hope that was an enlightening experience for you, L.ink. While you're catching your breath, I must step out." He tries to keep some kind of regalness to his leave but the groaning of his bowels makes him rush a bit. There are plenty of deep caves far underwater he can get to--he'll have to leave the mass of waste he's built up in one of them. He'd be absolutely devastated if anyone could find something so...unbecoming of him.

"That's it...it's time for...my secret technique!" This was Master K.ogha's final gambit to destroy L.ink. With a throw of his hand, a scrap of paper flies up into the air above him, exploding in a huge puff of smoke to reveal...nothing. Kohga was still for several seconds before he starts flailing his arms again. "H-Hey, which of you numskulls forgot to replace my secret technique?!" L.ink comes charging in with his sword, with K.ohga barely manages to avoid. Now he's getting a bit panicked. He needs something big and unstoppable to crush this annoying pest! If he doesn't have his secret technique and those useless clan members couldn't slow him down then...wait, that's it! K.ohga disappears from sight and reappears farther away, his fist full of the scraps of paper he uses to summon things. He crams them all into his mouth and swallows hard. L.ink wasn't wasting any time in this and comes charging after the Y.iga Clan leader again, ready to attack him. But right as he gets close, the man's stomach suddenly expands. L.ink got out a shocked cry before he's knocked down and suddenly covered. K.ohga's stomach was about as big as he was but much, much wider. His outfit was made to be stretchy, so it has no trouble containing and morphing to his gut, which is now stretched out over a lot of Y.iga members. K.ohga pants a bit as he adjusts to the sudden heavy weight in his stomach, but once he does, he starts laughing with his hands resting on his hips. "Spectacular! How's that for a secret technique, hm, hero?" He leans forward on his stomach, grinding against it just to make sure it's really rubbing into L.ink down below. He can feel the H.ylian trying to move, but the immense weight seems to be making that difficult. K.ohga throws his head back for another victory laugh but it ends up coming out as a massive belch instead. He's sent plenty of unqualified and downright useless Y.iga members down the hatch before--he had to get that pot belly from somewhere--but this was far more than he's ever done before. He uh...honestly hadn't expected this to work. But now nothing but confidence is oozing from him. "We'll see how long you survive against such a mighty stomach, hero! And I'll be able to put these Y.iga rejects to some actual use now. I'm sure they'll be more than pleased to know their lives were given in the efforts to destroy you!" Another belch belts out of him, sending a mask flying from his maw. The men down in his gut were still winded from L.ink's crusade through their hideout, so most of them can do little more than sit back and let their master's stomach process them all at once. K.ohga took no breaks in mocking and boasting to L.ink over the sounds of his churning guts. They slowly lose their form, all those bulges becoming softer and less defined until his gut is a massive, round beast. As it pumps sludge deeper through him, his body expands, growing thicker and heftier with the added weight of so much live prey. He was already a bit out of shape, but his new body would make the old him look like a model. His thighs press together now with all the added heft. His ass is stretching out his suit so much that each cheek is left well defined. His stomach goes from a mild beer gut to a heavy beer keg that hangs past his waist naturally. His arms get thicker and softer and his chest gains visible moobs. His mask even looks smaller now that his cheeks are starting to poke around the edge. K.ogha made sure his gut was pressed right over L.ink face until he noticed it had finished its processing. He gets back to his feet triumphantly and...he's still alive?! L.ink is breathing heavily now that K.ohga's stomach has been moved off of him and he's sweating from the heat but he's undoubtedly alive. "Oh, so you think you think you're sooo strong, huh? I'll show you!" His stomach lets out a low, deep groan. "...a-after a bathroom break." He looks around before going over to the deep pit in the center of the arena. Once he drops off these rejects, he'll get some more. He'll do this as many times as it takes to defeat the hero!

"Are you...sure about this?" K.ass asks with a twinge of hesitation. The traveling minstrel is no stranger to a good, squirming meal. R.ito are natural predators, after all, and with how dangerous the lands are and how sparse civilization can be, he's quite used to guzzling down whatever unfortunate soul crosses his path during meal times. This was the first time he'd done so in such...excess, however, and for money. But that blond H.ylian that he's taken a liking to--enough of one not to devour him at least--had offered him quite the bundle of rupees for a simple task--eat the folks staying at the stable he was resting at. It was rather easy, even as his stomach got heavier and bigger, to snap up every last person hanging around. And now they're inside the tent, his blue stomach stretched wide over lots of squirming meals. But L.ink's next request is what's actually making him hesitate. The H.ylian just smiles and nods and, although still a little hesitant, K.ass fulfills his wishes. He grips the bottom of his gut in both large hands, grunting with the effort of lifting it up. He moves to stand right over L.ink and then lets it go. It slams down onto the H.ylian with a loud slosh, also knocking a rather wet belch out of the R.ito. All that movement seems to have upset the occupants because they're getting very noisy and squirming but it doesn't so much to upset the bird's stomach. Instead, he's still concerned over his companion. "Are you alright down there, H.ylian?" He tilts his head a bit, trying to see if any part of L.ink is still visible to him. He feels shifting under his stomach and hands pushing into his feathered gut. "Ah, good. I suppose it was silly to doubt you. Well, you just relax down there, and if you need any air, try to let me know." Maybe they should have figured out a signal for that first but...oh well. K.ass picks up his accordion from off the floor and begins to play it, humming to himself as the music mixes with the heavy sounds of his gut. Perhaps subconsciously, K.ass would occasionally lean forward on his stomach, making the noises come out louder while further pressing his stomach into L.ink. But overall he's lost in his music, his body busily breaking down all the people inside as he plays. His normally thick figure gets a lot thicker as all the chub from such a binge packs on, further thickening his large arms and adding some additional weight to his legs and ass. His face gets fuller and rounder and his belly becomes a beast of its own, hanging off of him as a great mass. His feathers only help make it even softer though, which L.ink got to experience once that chugging gut rounded out all those rough lumps. When K.ass finished playing, his stomach had quieted down, mostly finished with its heavy meal. L.ink is fast asleep when he moves his stomach and it's grown dark outside. "My, that late already? Well...I suppose we can stay here for the night." He sets his accordion aside again and rubs his stomach, feeling how easily it molds to the touch of his wing. "And I'll make sure you all have a final resting place as well. I'm sure there's a nice ditch for you all to rest in." He heads out of the tent, confident that no beasts will try to bother him tonight. Once he returns, he'll be able to get a good night's sleep with that H.ylian. And perhaps, when they meet again, he'll have another payment for another large meal.

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Your writing is amazing, always hot as hell. The Link and Sidon story with willing vore in particular. And I was wondering if we could get a continuation after they've done it a lot, and Link decides he wants the Zora to digest him. But he doesn't share that plan with Sidon first

Oh that seems like a fun idea for sure. Gotta love it when prey takes initiative. Also, this is a direct sequel to this.

It's become a part of their routine now, really. Any time L.ink dropped by the Z.ora domain for a visit, him and S.idon would go off somewhere private for their new favorite activity. L.ink was well accustomed with the anatomy of the Z.ora prince now, his trips down that slick gullet well into the double digits.

S.idon had noticed, however, that the last few times he had to let L.ink out without any warning from the man beforehand. He's told L.ink before that he can't spend too much time in the prince's guts before they start to digest him, and L.ink had always been the one to start squirming around when his guts got too excited. But lately he's not doing that...or much of anything. S.idon had to spit him out when he felt his guts getting too active. But it seems his reminders aren't sticking with the H.ylian.

"L.ink, I have to say this again," S.idon says as he lifted the man up in his arms. "My stomach will treat you like anything else that enters it. You have to let me know when it begins to get rough with you--I might be too late if I have to wait."

L.ink just smiles and nods like he understands. He did that every time...but S.idon still had to remind him each time. Still, the sheer desire to taste his friend, to feel him curled up deep in his stomach, made it so that S.idon didn't hesitate any further than that. He starts licking along the mostly nude H.ylian, letting out soft groans and hums as he got that wonderful taste he's become so addicted to. He licked over the H.ylian until he had his fill of that taste and then, without even an inkling of warning, his jaws lunged forward with a sudden snap.

L.ink was shoved in up to his stomach in one massive gulp. S.idon takes thick gulps, throwing his head back as he guzzles down his friend. He's found L.ink responds well to his more...baser instincts, and so he was happy to devour the hero like he would any other live prey. In seconds, he's slurping up L.ink's lowers legs, and he feels that euphoric moment of the man dropping into his gut with a thick slosh. A belch comes from the prince's mouth and he slowly licks his lips.

"Aaah...as delicious as ever, L.ink." He pats his stomach gently, smiling as he feels the H.ylian curl up inside. His stomach is already starting to grumble softly but he knows that it'll be a moment before it really starts to work on L.ink.

S.idon lays back in the grass to relax as usual, smiling gently as he enjoys the gentle warmth of the sun and his stomach full with a close friend. He barely notices his eyes getting heavy as sleep steadily creeps into him. It's not a minute later that he's fast asleep, snoring gently.

L.ink smiles inside the groaning organ. He can hear S.idon snoring and the slowed heartbeat above him. That mushroom he found had done exactly what he wanted--as soon as he dropped it into the stomach, S.idon's gut had all but eviscerated it in seconds. And now that it's knocked the prince out, it's L.ink's turn. He's been wanting to do this for a while. The first few times, he just laid back and tried to let the stomach take him, but S.idon always spit him up before it got its chance. But now, the prince is fast asleep, and there's nothing left to save the hero. He settles down and closes his eyes, listening to the stomach get louder and more active around him. He knows S.idon would never agree to do this...but L.ink wants nothing more than to really be food for the prince.

As S.idon sleeps, his belly comes to life, gurgling and churning in a loud cacophony of noise. L.ink didn't last him long--one H.ylian is something that acts more as a snack than a meal for the hungry prince at this point. S.idon's stomach deflates slightly, reducing the man inside into gut slush with total ease. The prince smiles in his sleep, a soft burp escaping him as all that meat just fell apart inside his powerful body. It all pumps deeper, thick groan and churns echoing out from his tank as L.ink is processed away into a bit of extra heft on the prince's body.

By the time S.idon wakes up, it's midafternoon. It's been hours since he consumed L.ink, and it takes several minutes for the drowsiness to be replaced with sudden realization. He puts a hand to his gut quickly, looking down with wide eyes. It sank in with ease, the organ letting out a hungry whine as nothing was left inside. L.ink was gone, exactly like he wanted...even if poor S.idon got left out of the loop.

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Hey, hope all's well with you. Could you perhaps do some Breath of the Wild vore? Maybe some consensual vore with Sidon and Link? Thank you thank you

I got a story idea for this one!

"Are you sure about this, L.ink?" S.idon asks for maybe the hundredth time. And like each time, the H.ylian hero just gives him a nod and a smile. It seems this is really, truly happening.

When L.ink had come to S.idon about a certain...fantasy he's had, it was certainly a bit of a shock for the prince. Sure, it's nothing he hasn't done before, but to imagine that the hero and his good friend L.ink had been wanting it so badly? He was just surprised, especially since he'd never really noticed. Though in retrospect...it did explain why L.ink was always so insistent in watching the Z.ora eat.

Anyway, once the S.idon had been made aware of this revelation, L.ink had taken them to a more secluded area to...do the deed. And after constant reassurance, it seems the Z.ora was finally ready to indulge the man.

"Well, if you're absolutely certain about this then...we can begin." S.idon puffs out his chest and grins. He can't help but think he's just a bit nervous over this...but another part of him is genuinely excited as well. He wants to make sure he has an air of confidence for what he's about to do so, at the very least, L.ink will remain assured. "But if you ever decide you're ready to back out, just let me know. Now then..."

S.idon starts by squatting down but, deciding that's an awkward angle, instead lifts L.ink up into the air. He brings the H.ylian in close and opens his jaws wide, fishy breath wafting out. He gives the hero's face a slow lick, just as a small test. He's surprised by how amazing the flavor is. Do H.ylians taste better with age or has all of L.ink's adventuring added to him? Either way, it makes the Z.ora's belly let out a gurgle, and his worries are being beaten back by a new desire to eat.

"Oh...let's start feet first. That way you can uh...tell me if you want me to stop." And to let the H.ylian watch his descent...and see the outside world vanish before him. S.idon shakes away those thoughts and opens wide again, this time lifting L.ink above his head. He lowers the hero down gently, sliding the man's feet into his jaws. And then he starts gulping.

S.idon has had H.ylian before. As a prince, he's eaten far more delicacies than any other Z.ora could dream of. His sheer size alone demanded that he had an increased appetite and the necessary meals to accompany it. And while L.ink was sliding down as easily as any other H.ylian had, the flavors he carried were unlike an the prince has sampled before. It made him take it slow, each gulp long and wet, as he careful tasted his friend as much as he could. He's suddenly very thankful L.ink had left his clothes and supplies on the ground nearby. The only think the man wore were the ragged pair of shorts he woke up in.

As S.idon worked his way up to L.ink's waist, he noticed that the H.ylian was starting to wiggle around a bit. But looking up, he saw the red hue of the man's cheeks and knew that it was nothing to be worried about. So he kept swallowing, tasting along the exposed torso and arms as they slide into his jaws. Before long, all that's left is L.ink's head, resting on his tongue and looking out past those sharp teeth to the world outside. S.idon held his jaws open like that for a few seconds, just in case L.ink changed his mind. But when he heard nothing, he decided to end it, and took a final gulp. His tongue pushed up and when it settled, the H.ylian was gone, and a gentle side escapes the prince.

His belly sloshes softly as L.ink drops inside, bulging out just a bit when the man curled up. S.idon licks his lips and rubs over his stomach gently, already feeling it gurgle. "That was...marvelous, my friend. You just...mm...bwwwrp...you just relax now. But do let me know when you want out. My stomach will only hold back for so long..." He's sure L.ink will say something when he's had his fun. But...there's a part of S.idon, deep in the back of his mind, hoping that L.ink says nothing.

But for now, the two could relax, with S.idon laying out in the grass and L.ink curled up deep in his guts.

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I hope you're doing well, how would you feel about writing on Breath of the wild again? Perhaps rapid digestion given it was on the top of your list for topics you liked.

Oh, sure, I’d love to!

Listening to R.evali brag about how amazing he is all the time can honestly get pretty grating for L.ink. Part of it is that he's not even entirely wrong a lot of the time, but the other part is that he just won't stop talking. Their latest conversation had the R.ito champion bragging about how he's "better at just about anything" when compared to L.ink. That usually means archery and the act of flying, something the H.ylian can't even compete in. But it left L.ink thinking about what he might be able to do better and faster than R.evali. And it finally came to him with a rumble from his stomach, as well as an idea to finally get the long-winded bragging to come to an end. He grabs R.evali by the wrists and yanks him down, cutting off the bragging with a yelp and then a gulp as the bird's head is wedged into L.ink's jaws. The champion tried to trash and pull away, but his beak was already down L.ink's gullet, and that grip was all he needed to start gulping and slurping the man deeper into him. With his wings held down, there was no chance for R.evali to use his gale to escape, and as he sank deeper down, it seems like that was a chance too far gone. His legs got a chance to kick in the air a few times before L.ink tips his head back and slurps them down fast. His tunic rips as his gut suddenly spills out with a large, writhing mass inside. R.evali's voice was muffled but still rather clear and he was not happy about L.ink's little show of superiority. And, well, he wouldn't really like what happens next. The H.ylian's gut lets out a noisy rumble and almost immediately begins to shrink down and round out. R.evali got out a few more wild squirms and some panicked screams before the bulges he made smoothed out and the full belly was rapidly emptied. The R.ito was melted with ease, lasting only a minute or so before he's just a bit of pudge on L.ink's frame. He thumps his chest a couple of times and lets out his biggest belch to date, a few blue feathers fluttering out of his jaws. Hopefully, R.evali understands that L.ink is great at something, too! Mostly because he can't show the bird a second time anymore.

"Ah...delicious." S.idon smiled to himself as he lazily picked his teeth with a spear. He did love the royal feasts he had. After all, to get to a size like his father's, it would take a lot of healthy eating to reach. And after he and L.ink managed to shut down the D.ivine Beast, well, that seemed like a worthy cause of celebration. So anyone not from the kingdom that happened to be lingering about within their territory was gathered up, brought here, and sent down the insatiable gullet of the Z.ora prince. A few delicious H.ylians, some strange fellows in red suits with masks, and even a beefy R.ito carrying a musical instrument! S.idon lets out a belch as he felt someone shifting in his stomach and he manages to finally pick out a blue feather from between his teeth. A few of the Z.oras that had been helping to feed him this feast also got lost down there for getting a bit too close to his jaws, but that was a danger they had been warned about time and time again. In the end, they'd at least serve well as more padding for the prince. And as much as he enjoyed letting his feast stretch out his stomach and wiggle around, he really did have to get back out there and make sure there was no more lasting damage from all the heavy rainfall. His guts let out a few harsh gurgles before suddenly shrinking down, some final yelps and cries from his various meals just barely rising above the harsh gurgling before the sounds are snuffed out altogether. S.idon lets loose a thick belch as his belly goes from overly stuffed to squishy pot gut. He's gotten quite good at his digestive techniques. Maybe he'll host another feast the next time L.ink visits and show it off to him--that's sure to impress the H.ylian, right? S.idon flashes a toothy grin and pats his stomach a few times. "Then it's decided: a hero's feast when L.ink returns!" Hopefully, he'll have plenty of delicious food to pick from then as well.

Useless soldiers are what he got stuck with. One of the Y.iga B.lademasters had gone out to hunt for the ancient hero and he had to F.ootsoldiers with him. They were loud and obnoxious and did not take things seriously. He could deal with that, at least, but what got worse was when lunchtime came around and he found out that both of them tried to dump the job of bringing their supplies on the other--which means neither did it and now they had no food. The F.ootsoliders didn't like the hungry glare centering in on them and decided they'd be able to get some food if they simply steal it off of some wandering H.ylian. Unfortunately, the one they do find is also short on food, and the B.ladermaster isn't interested in hunting down more wanders to get food from. He grabs the two F.ootsoldiers, opens wide, and shovels them into his gullet. They're rather lean, so he has an easy time slurping them down despite their best efforts ot wiggle free. The B.lademaster's muscular gut bloats out as two men slide into it, wiggling up a storm and working out a slimy belch from the man. He glares down at the H.ylian they'd assaulted and decides he might as well have some dessert. He sits down after downing the last man, rubbing his stomach as three people squirm for their lives inside. He's not interested in giving these failures more time to be around, though. His gut flexes and he lets out a massive belch into the forest as his stomach rapidly shrinks back down. His body swells out a bit as he adds them to his mass, becoming thicker and stronger with more muscle. Good, he thinks, they can at least be useful for once in their lives. Now then, he has to get back to work--he wants to make sure he has some dinner ready when it's time.

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So any new prompt ideas you been wanting to try out?

And I hope you are doing ok💜

Hm, hm...I wanna write for K.ass from B.OTW! And I have been doing well, thank you.

The blue R.ito whistles a familiar tune to himself as he sat by the rivers. He'd been trying to catch himself some lunch for the last few hours, but despite his best efforts, it doesn't seem like anything was catching. The issue could be how close he was to the Z.ora domain, they likely catch many of their fish farther up stream and leave little this far along. He was about to give up and find a new spot when there was a tug at the hook. K.ass was quick to seize the opportunity, pulling on his fishing rod with all his might. Whatever he got was strong but after enough tugs, he finally managed to yank it out of the water. And what he got was...the Z.ora prince, S.idon! The hook had gotten caught on the man's metal collar but despite that, it seems he was the apologetic one. Normally, K.ass would have been very apologetic as well and offer the prince something in return for causing trouble. But he'd been fishing for hours without any luck and as he looked at the massive prince he'd caught...he couldn't help but feel a bit of drool drip down his beak as his belly rumbled out. He struck without even thinking, opening wide and snapping up S.idon's head while the prince was mid apology. Wet, thick gulps ring out as he quickly horks down his catch, wanting to work fast before any real resistance happened. Luckily, it seems getting the man by surprise was the deciding factor and K.ass was able to slurp down a pair of thrashing legs with little issue. He sits back down at the riverbed, his gut bulging out in his lap and bouncing around as his meal thrashed about. A crass belch rumbles out of his beak and he pats his stomach lightly. He glances around then lays back to relax. No one was around to see him and he did catch the prince. He should be allowed to enjoy this on his own. He'd end up napping in the afternoon sun and by the time any other Z.ora came by looking for the missing S.idon, they'd only see a sleeping R.ito with a round, sloshing gut. They'd marvel at whatever he managed to catch to fill him up before going off to search again without bothering him.

Maybe he should be more ashamed of this, but at the moment, K.ass couldn't say he cared. His gut bounces with a slosh and a belch escapes him, several feathers flying from his beak and fluttering to the floor in front of him. He couldn't help himself. He'd come back home after a long journey, just for a visit, and he was so horribly hungry. He'd gotten used to eating just about anything he could while on the roads--after all, you never knew when you'd be able to get a good meal again out there. Of course, some friends of his had made him a delicious lunch, but his...new appetites just couldn't be sated even by a delicious pot of stew. And so he'd sent one of the R.itos down the hatch...and then another...and then a few more. Now he's sitting in the emptied out room, belching up feathers as his guts bubble and churn in a cacophony of wet noises. He can feel the squirms inside starting to fade as his guts take over like they had to so many others. K.ass should feel guilty about smelting so many of his own kind, especially ones he knew, but he could only feel sated after such a lovely meal. R.ito was surprisingly delicious. He knew it wouldn't be long before more would find him like this and he wouldn't have a good explination for them...so maybe he should indulge himself a bit more before he ventures on again. He's sure the others won't mind joining him on his next long outing from the safety and comfort of his waistline, right?

K.ass's gut sloshes to the beat of his song as he walks along the path, singing without a care as he plays his instrument. The occasional belch that slips free of his beak doesn't seem to interrupt him at all as he goes on his way. The large bird was in too good of a mood to be dampened by anything after the huge break he got. He'd eaten a few unfortunate travelers while he was walking along, and they went down nice and wiggly. But then he got ambushed soon after by some of those Y.iga clan members! They went down even feistier, especially that delicious big one. Then, as if he couldn't have been full enough, the musician got to devour an entire L.ynel for dessert! And now he was simply over the moon with his immense luck, singing out as he waddles along the road with his stuffed gut bouncing and swaying to every step. The best part had been running into that adventurer he'd seen around before. The blond haired man had certainly seemed surprised to run into the stuffed R.ito, pinned under the weight of his many wiggling meals. But oh, the belly rubs he'd received to help him had been utterly divine. He felt like the H.ylian must have been practicing to do it that well. It also may or may not have been the only reason K.ass didn't snap him up as an extra treat to his buffet. But that was some time ago and his stomach was a fourth the size it had been but still felt so full of slush. And K.ass was enjoying it with another song as he traveled down the road, hoping to find an even better dinner tonight.

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Do you have any new or current interests that you feel like writing vore promts for?

Mmmm...yeah, I think I have some! I’ll do some characters I haven’t been asked for yet that I’ve got in mind.

K.ass lets out a huff as his belly settled down finally, the last of the traveling group sent packing into his gut. The blue R.ito didn’t eat men like this that often but they had been rather rude to him about his music playing! That and not being able to have food today paired for a gurgling demise for the three men. His belly bounced and sloshed around as the travelers tried to fight their way out, getting a rather bassy belch out of the normally kind K.ass. He rubs over his gut with one wing, pushing down on it and getting a noisy gurgle to ring out. “Now, now, settle down in there. You didn’t want to hear my play my accordion anymore, so now you’ll be making a new song for us to enjoy.” He belches again as his gut bubbles noisily. “...well, for me to enjoy, at least.” He slurps over his beak as his body gets right to work on breaking down the meat it was given. Maybe he’d have to see if he can find anyone for an encore performance soon. A bit more wouldn’t hurt...

A deep belch echoed throughout the now empty trial room as the monocromatic bear sat back. M.onokuma’s gut was far larger than himself, all thanks to the fact that he’d stuffed fifteen men inside of it all on his own! “I told you what happens when you guess the killer wrong!” the bear reminds his panicking students. He grins wide as that only seems to upset them further, rocking another wet belch out of the stuffed bear. “Oh man, and to think that I had so many fun motives planned for you all. Oh well...consider becoming bear fat your next motive!” He was so lucky to have so many delicious students to eat here. Thank god the mastermind planned their own fake death. M.onokuma slurps over his lips while his guts start breaking down the struggling men. He could go for dessert once he’s able to waddle off and find the mastermind. The only way out of this killing game should be through M.onokuma’s digestive tract, after all!

“Behind on your payments again?” T.om N.ook asked with a tilt of his head. The villagers nods meekly in response, to which the tanuki sighs. “That’s the third month in a row. I think it’s time for some alternative payments, yes, yes.” The villager seemed relieved to hear that and the two of them went into the home to talk. It wasn’t a very long discussion, mostly filled with wet gulps and slurps, and soon T.om was waddling back out of the house with a stuffed gut. He belches into his paw and uses the other to pat his belly. “This will do just fine. A good meal for me and a home back on the market. I knew we could come to an agreement. I think you’ll find your new accommodations much more affordable, yes, yes.” He starts waddling back to his office so he could rest the meal off, not paying any mind to the panicking villager in his guts. He was just happy to have another successful day of business on his paws.

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Any vore thoughts on Sidon and Link?

Lots of thoughts, honestly. Too many thoughts. But here’s a few I like for now!

S.idon might have gotten a bit too giddy being able to swim with L.ink in the waters of the Z.ora domain. He’d started showing off, being a bit reckless as he sacrificed safety and precision for speed and style. But it had made the H.ylian smile like nothing before, so the prince wanted to keep going and show the smaller man how excellent a swimmer he was. And then it happened, while diving from the top of a waterfall he’d just swam up. He hadn’t been looking, instead doing a fancy flip he used to practice as a child. He knew L.ink had been belong, but he hadn’t been watching where, and coming down hands first made the incident too perfect. The splash was muffled for S.idon as he sent L.ink straight down into the water, although the prince never reached it himself. Instead, he dove straight into L.ink’s gullet by mistake, the smaller man not even needing to swallow as the large fish went right down thanks to gravity. By the time L.ink surfaced again, S.idon was gone, just a very large bulge in his gut that made L.ink float along in the water thanks to all the air that went down with him. Stuck on top of his bloated gut, L.ink couldn’t do much in terms of swimming, even with S.idon starting to move around inside and work up some nasty belches. By the time the H.ylian was washed up to the nearest shore, his gut was already getting softer and he was feeling incredibly energized. Perfect for fleeing the scene before any of the Z.ora could see what their prince had been reduced to--belly chyme, mostly, and later, some belly fat to be worked off and a steaming dump left discreetly in a cave.

It had just been a small joke L.ink wanted to play after him made a meal for him and S.idon just outside of the Z.ora domain. He’d thrown some Zap Shrooms into the meal he’d prepared without telling S.idon. It was just supposed to cause some gas and maybe a bit of a bellyache for the shark prince--something they could laugh about later after S.idon got finished making so many impolite noises. And, well, L.ink had been...half right. S.idon wound up belching up a storm due to the nasty indigestion that sparking mushrooms had caused him, which L.ink could help but snicker to. What he hadn’t expected was a very sickly S.idon to open his jaws wide and send L.ink down into his stomach to ‘handle the problem’. The H.ylian was thankful the sharp teeth didn’t do anything to him, but the tight and slimy confides of that groaning gut were not much more pleasant. L.ink was at least quick to start rubbing the gut on the inside in his efforts to try and settle it--all he could hope was that S.idon would spit him out once the gut was working as normal again. He didn’t want to find out how fast it could melt raw H.ylian meat. And he really didn’t want to be going out the same way those Zap Shrooms would.

It had happened far too quickly for either of them to really be prepared for it. The storm came out of nowhere, as it tends to do, and with it came lightning. And with it...came the monsters. The electric C.huChu was one of the much larger ones, and L.ink and S.idon had just been trying to get to a dry place when it got in their way. L.ink knew it would hurt S.idon badly to get near, so he tried to take it down, but the metal sword he accidentally used ended up sending him blasting back instead. Which turned S.idon’s attention away from the monster and onto him instead. By the time L.ink was able to get back to his feet, the Z.ora prince was little more than a pair of arms and half a head sticking out of the yellow mass. L.ink did his best to pull S.idon back out, by too much was gone already, and the suction of the monster just pulled the H.ylian in as an extra snack to its already large meal. It rolled away with the storm, full and dated now, the murky shapes of L.ink and S.idon slowly being assimilated into the mass of the greedy jelly. People would be lucky to recognize the trail of bones that would be the only things left behind, but if they found the skulls at all, they’d likely already be too deep into the ChuChu to tell anyone else.

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bit out there but... y.iga blademaster gets the jump on you/someone and has his way with them

Now here is an underrated dudes that definitely need more vore love.

It had happened so fast thanks to his sudden appearance. There was a puff of smoke, and then the muscular masked man was on top of the poor traveler before he could even process what had happened. The Y.iga Blademaster, known well as powerful ninjas across the land, was far too strong for the traveler to fight off. But what had he done to get the ire of the ninja?

Well...it was lunchtime, and unfortunately for the traveler, the large mass of bananas he was selling seems to have been sniffed out a mile away by the hungry Blademaster. And the smell was pretty well soaked into him now, and that was more than enough to attract the attention--and the hunger--of the Y.iga member.

The traveler was paralyzed with fear pinned under the muscular man, hoping that someone would come and save him. Then the mask on the man shifted just a bit to show off his mouth, which yawned open nice and wide before him. The traveler’s cry was cut off as his head was pushed inside with a slimy slurp. Not very banana flavored, the Y.iga notices, but his stomach rumbled again and he decided he didn’t care. And so the wet gulping begins.

Wet gulps and slurps ring out as the squirming traveler was guzzled down with gusto, his weaker body no match for the tight gullet of the muscular blademaster. The traveler kicked and struggled and yelled as he was dragged down, bloating out the abs of his predator. Kicking legs are slurped up and the mask slides right back into place as the feet are gulped down.

The Y.iga Blademaster sits back, rubbing along his bulging guts. A belch rumbles out of him and his stomach churns down harshly on his prey, already starting tos snuff the traveler out. The man’s bag was laying on the ground before the Y.iga with plenty of bananas inside to eat. But he didn’t want them now. He had a new food that he was strongly craving.

Maybe there’ll be another traveler coming by soon. He could go for seconds before he returns to his mission.