#linkvore

“Hm? Did I hear that right?” K.ass asks, tilting his head slightly. “You want me to help fly you to that tower up there?” He looks over his shoulder and up into the air. Behind him is a small mountain range, and near the peak is a tall tower. They had popped up all over the kingdom recently. They were fascinating things, even if K.ass had no idea how to use them. But his friend seemed to.

L.ink nods with a smile when K.ass looks back at him. The H.ylian wolf wasn’t one for words, seemingly only speaking when necessary. Admittedly, the mountainside does seem treacherous to scale with no clear path or easy way up. And L.ink did seem rather exhausted...

K.ass smiles and plays a couple of notes on his accordion. “Well, I’d be happy to help a friend! Ah, although, I won’t be able to carry you on my back. That’s where I keep my instrument so my wings are free.”

L.ink tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused. If K.ass won’t be able to let him ride on his back, how is he going to help L.ink fly up there?

A low growl makes L.ink’s ears perk up. He looks around for a moment before his gaze settles on the source--K.ass’s stomach. The R.ito smiles sheepishly and pats his stomach a couple of times. “Apologies, I haven’t had lunch just yet. But that will make it less troublesome for you since my stomach is empty. If you would still like my assistance, of course!”

It dawns on L.ink what K.ass is intending, his eyes widening a bit. K.ass is going to carry him in his stomach..? That seems...dangerous. L.ink only recently got out of a tough battle with nothing to heal himself with, though. And he only got into that mess because he saw the tower from a distance and wanted to activate it. That’s the only reason he asked for help--he didn’t want to have to leave and make it all for nothing after getting so close.

Besides, L.ink did trust K.ass. The minstrel has been nothing but kind to him and is almost always a nice reprieve from his travels and the dangers that come with them. He’s even lent a hand--er, wing--a few times when it comes to uncovering a mystery. He has no reason to assume K.ass has ill intentions.

So, after a few moments of thinking it over, L.ink smiles again and gives an affirmative nod to K.ass.

K.ass smiles in return, another soft grumble coming from his stomach. “Wonderful! I have to admit, I’ve been curious about the flavor of H.ylian wolf.” He steps closer, still smiling warmly. “Let’s do this quickly then. I don’t want to leave you in there for too long...” K.ass gently pins down L.ink’s arms with his large wings and his beak yawns open wide in front of him.

HOMPH! GLLLRK! ULLLLNK! GLLLRP! SHLLLLLLRP!

K.ass worked fast to get L.ink down the hatch. He engulfed the H.ylian wolf’s head and shoulders all at once, only sparing a few tasting slurps over L.ink’s face before he began to take heavy, wet gulps. L.ink was quickly lifted off the ground, his chest and then stomach sliding past K.ass’s beak, followed by K.ass tossing his head back with another gulp and then slurping down L.ink’s legs. It was a very quick and well-practiced process, as if it were something K.ass had done hundreds of times before.

There’s a soft slosh as K.ass’s belly rapidly bloats out, now sagging down with the shape of a person curled up inside. He sighs contently, lightly cupping his stomach with one wing and offering it a few gentle pats. “There we go...UUUWWWWWRRRRRRPPPP!!!” A sudden belch catches him by surprise, making him blush bright. “Goddess above, excuse me! I suppose I did eat fast...”

L.ink shifts and squirms slightly in K.ass’s stomach, trying to get into a slightly more comfortable position. The organ gurgles and groans around him, lightly squeezing over his form. K.ass really is hungry. It feels like his stomach is already trying to work on L.ink. He hopes the slime around him isn’t too acidic...

By the time L.ink has settled, K.ass has his accordion packed up on his back. He unfurls his wings, takes a running start, leaps off the ground, and begins flapping. It takes a bit more effort than usual with the extra weight hanging off his frame, but it’s nothing K.ass isn’t used to. Soon he’s in the air and rising higher.

L.ink grunts as he feels himself being jostled around slightly. The stomach turns, making him a bit dizzy, and he has to squirm around to right himself. He can hear a muffled belch come from K.ass, the stomach walls squeezing over him when it happens. “Don’t kick around in there too much,” K.ass warns, his voice rumbling from somewhere above L.ink. “We don’t want my stomach to mistake you for food!” That’s enough to make L.ink settle down, even if the slight turbulence makes him a little uncomfortable.

Most of the flight up is uneventful. The mountain is only a problem for those who have to climb it, which K.ass easily bypasses. The R.ito thinks about what he’s going to do for lunch when he lets L.ink out again. He’d already been hungry, and coughing up a live meal will only make his stomach whine more. Not to mention the effort he’s exerting doing this. Maybe he’ll find some wandering travelers somewhere to have a proper meal. He’s certainly got the taste for something lively, at least...

A low rumble echoes around L.ink as K.ass thinks about his lunch plans and it makes the H.ylian wolf wince slightly. The stomach sloshes as it swings back and forth in the air, making it hard for L.ink to stay still. It feels like it’s getting hotter by the second, too, and slimier on top of that. An uncomfortable tingling sensation is spreading over most of his body. He’d probably be able to handle this better if he weren’t so exhausted, or maybe if K.ass weren’t so hungry. Just as L.ink was hoping that they’d reach the tower soon, K.ass’s gut suddenly sloshes hard to the side, tossing him around with it.

K.ass squawks loudly as he just barely avoids several arrows. The mountain wasn’t the only thing to worry about after all. A band of monsters have made their camp at the base of it, and when they saw K.ass fly up, one of them blew the horn and got their attention. Now archers are firing at him, trying to shoot him from the skies.

Seeing as how he isn’t much of a fighter, K.ass’s instinct was to avoid the combat entirely and try to get to the top of the tower. But he’s also large and bulky and is being weighed down by an entire extra person hanging from his frame. So nimbly dodging the arrows aren’t an option, either, and there’s enough archers that it’s hard to find an opening to simply fly away. So K.ass has to focus more on awkwardly flapping back and forth to avoid being struck.

This is a problem for L.ink. He yelps as he’s tossed around in K.ass’s gut, sloshing and slipping wildly. The H.ylian wolf begins to thrash around, trying to get himself upright again. It just makes K.ass’s guts slosh around more, bouncing and bulging erratically with L.ink’s wild movements. It’s only making movement harder for K.ass as well as making his guts gurgle more actively. K.ass’s stomach squeezes down hard on instinct, getting a loud yelp out of L.ink followed by a pop and a crunch.

“Nnf...BWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!”

A heavy, bubbling belch rumbles out of K.ass. Wolf fur puffs out of his beak with it, and a slimy boot goes flying free. It smacks one of the B.okoblin in the face, making it snort and tumble off the tower it was standing on. All of the other B.okoblin stop firing to squeal with laughter. K.ass quickly takes the distraction, flapping his wings harder and soaring above the camp to get to the top of the tower. His stomach bounces up and down with wet sloshes, getting smaller burps out of K.ass between his panting.

Once K.ass reaches the top of the tower, he quickly lands with a slight stumble. He doesn’t try to stay on his feet anyway, taking the chance to sit down with a deep sigh. He leans back on his hands, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. “Goddess...that was a bit too much excitement for me. Ah, but I’m sure you’re quite used to it, hm?” K.ass laughs breathlessly, gently patting his stomach. He pauses once he feels it. “...ah?”

K.ass looks down at his stomach, his wing still resting on it. It’s...smaller than before, now just a round bulge rather than the bulging shape of a person. His groans softly, still chugging some wolf slurry along. Soaking in all of the acids on the flight up had softened L.ink up just a bit. It would have been fine normally...but L.ink had already been rather weak, and K.ass’s gut clamping down on him when he began struggling had been too much for him to handle. He’d been broken down into slurry, which K.ass’s guts greedily slurped up on his way to the top of the tower.

A bright blush blooms across K.ass’s face as he realizes what his stomach has done. “Oh dear...perhaps I underestimated how hungry I was...” K.ass’s stomach groans softly and he pats it gently with an awkward smile. “Well...at least I got you to the top of the tower, right? Though, I suppose we’ll have to part ways now...”

If there was any benefit to mulching down his friend, K.ass’s exhaustion quickly wore off from the burst of energy absorbing all of that wolf slurry gave him. He was able to get back to his feet and squat down. He hikes up his tail feathers, an ominous rumble coming from his stomach.

FFFFBBBBBRRRrrrrrtttt!

K.ass blushes again as a wet fart trumpets out of him. He mumbles softly to himself, then squeezes his eyes shut and pushes. A thick mess begins to splatter onto the floor under him as L.ink is voided from his bowels. Thick, dense turds wetly thump to the ground, most of L.ink’s bones and clothing having been baked into them. White sludge helps them surge out of K.ass steadily, which splats to the ground and further makes a mess of things.

“Mmf...sorry...about this...” K.ass murmurs as he feels more crap splatter out of him. “I’ll try to...avoid the unbecoming details...in the next song I write...” K.ass grunts and pushes, feeling something bulky and round squelch free. He sighs happily once it's out, the last deluges of crap slopping to the ground under him. He gives the heap a glance as he stands up again, a wing placed over his nose.

The knee-high pile of R.ito waste ruins about a fourth of the top of the tower. The pile itself is relatively condensed, black logs stacked on top of each other with various indigestibles sticking out. A skull sits at the top, the crap baked into it rather than around it. The real mess comes from the white slop that covers the pile and has splattered around in a mess. K.ass takes a couple of steps away, careful not to accidentally step in it. He can’t mourn it for long as his belly growls, telling him that one measly adventurer wasn’t enough food.

“...well, I doubt this will be found any time soon at least,” K.ass muses to himself. He steps to the edge of the tower, frowning to himself as he looks at the B.okoblin camp down below. Awful little things, those monsters. K.ass would probably have a couple of them for dessert if there weren’t so many. Oh well...he’ll just have to find something else to eat. A shame that L.ink wasn’t enough to sate his appetite but traveling keeps him rather hungry!

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.

---

“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.

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.

---

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...

"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!

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.

"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.