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Voretober Day 8- Ascend

K.ass is one of my faaaavorite characters, so naturally I had to include him with a prompt like this one. Trying to keep these quick and easy, but this was a fun one to do! Also this is an anthro!Wolf L.ink because I like that design more so that's what I felt like using.

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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.

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Think we could get some Revali vore

Love that bird

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

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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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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.