#revalivore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

S.idon eating R.evali

And the last one!

It wasn’t too often that the various kingdoms of Hyrule visited one another, but the occasions did come up. This was how S.idon found himself in the R.ito Village, as his father and the R.ito elder were having an important discussion. Since he and, if what he has overheard to be correct, Teba are both slated to be taking over these roles in their respective kingdoms, the two current elders have decided to discuss bringing their kingdoms together more harmoniously.

Though, it seems the discussion is going on...far longer than it should. The two elders got sidetracked and some point and have gone off into long, rambling tangents. Thinking it easier to just let them get it all out than interrupt their train of thought, S.idon had left the proceedings to find something else to busy his time with. He found the R.ito Village fascinating and wanted a better look around anyway.

S.idon ended up encountering a problem with all of this, though. He found himself getting lost and turned around, unfamiliar with the layout of the village. He could navigate his own home with his eyes closed but he can’t figure out where anything is here yet. Normally, he’d just ask for some assistance, but a prince asking random citizens for directions felt...just a little embarrassing.

On it’s own, that would be fine. S.idon would inevitably find his father or make his way to the bottom and be able to move along. No, what makes this slightly embarrassing happenstance into an actual problem is the fact that S.idon is very, very hungry. They didn’t pack any meals for their trip to the kingdom, but with the two leaders going on and on, they’ve been at the kingdom far longer than anyone had anticipated.

He wasn’t sure if they would have fish here, but S.idon was hungry enough to eat just about anything. He’s been trying to find the local shop or perhaps someplace that is serving meals, but he’s had no luck with either, but his stomach is getting increasingly impatient. It’s growling loud enough that the locals are giving him strange looks...

S.idon ends up taking a break at a large platform near the ground, rubbing his stomach. There’s no one else around right now except for one blue R.ito who seems to be practicing with a bow and arrow. The gears turn in S.idon’s head for a few moments. He looks around and, sure enough, there are no other R.ito nearby. His stomach lets out another low grumble.

R.evali is completely focused on his practice. Not that he thinks he needs it, but it’s always good to keep his skills sharp and well trained. He wouldn’t dare to be sloppy and let himself falter for even a moment. He didn’t notice anything else going on around him, firing off arrows one after another. Bullseye. Bullseye. Bulls--”Ack!”

A hard pull on R.evali’s arm makes him stumble with a squawk, and he bumps into something soft and...ugh, fishy. The champion looks up, finding himself pressed slightly against none other than Prince S.idon. The Z.ora’s grip is like iron on his wing. “Just what do you think you’re doing?!” R.evali huffs in annoyance. “Unhand me!”

S.idon’s not sure what he’s doing. He does want to release the R.ito and apologize for doing something so rude. But he can’t seem to make his hand listen. Another loud growl rumbles up from his middle, right against R.evali. The anger on the R.ito’s face twitches a little into something more nervous. R.evali pulls harder on his wing but that just makes S.idon tighten his grip more.

“I-I mean it, let go of me!” R.evali demands. His eyes are flickering around, but he realizes that no one is here. When he looks back at S.idon, he sees the Z.ora is drooling. And then the prince’s jaws yawn open wide, showing off his sharp teeth, slimy tongue, and the dark, tight gullet eager to claim the R.ito.

S.idon lunges down, clamping his maw down over R.evali’s head and shoulders. It muffles the loud scream the R.ito let out. He’s pulling hard on his arm and trying to hit S.idon with the bow he has clutched in his free arm. S.idon grabs R.evali’s other arm and forces both of the R.ito’s wings down at his side.

The taste is amazing...unlike anything S.idon has had before. R.evali, similarly, is experiencing something unlike anything before. S.idon’s breath is muggy and smells of old, rotten fish. His thick tongue slathers over his head roughly, messing up his feathers and soaking him in drool. He’d have to bathe for hours to get the smell out of his feathers...but that’s assuming he’d get the chance to.

S.idon’s stomach whines loudly for food and, given where he is, he agrees that this should be done quickly. The prince effortlessly hoists R.evali up into the air and tosses his head back. R.evalia’s legs cartwheel wildly in the air while he tries to wiggle free. A thick, wet GLLLNK! rings out and S.idon’s gullet bulges as R.evali’s head plunges into it.

R.evali is up to his stomach now in the fishy maw. S.idon moves his hands to hold onto R.evali’s legs and he shoves down with another heavy ULLLGP! R.evali’s bow clatters to the ground as he sinks in up to his shins and S.idon kicks it off the edge of the platform.

R.evali’s legs kick weakly now, tightly constrained by S.idon’s gullet and jaws. His tongue curls around R.evali’s ankles a little and drags the R.ito in deeper. Once his twitching feet slide past the Z.ora’s sharp teeth, he snaps his jaws shut and gives a final GLNK! A bulge sinks down S.idon’s gullet and, all at once, R.evali spills into his gut, making it balloon out with a bounce and a wet slosh.

“BWWOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!” A deep, wet belch roars out of S.idon, several dark blue feathers puffing out of his maw and fluttering to the ground. “Aaaaaah..~” His entire body relaxes as he lets out a deep sigh with his tongue lolling out and he rests a hand on his stomach. It’s bloated out nicely in front of him, burbling greedily and starting to shift around.

S.idon’s stomach is even worse than his maw, R.evali has decided. The fishy stench is unbearable here, and it’s only made worse by the muggy, slimy environment. Thick slime cakes his feathers, and the whole thing is unbearably noisy and won’t settle down. The walls keep clenching and squeezing, almost greedily eager to have some meat to work over.

It’s not long before S.idon’s stomach starts to bounce and bulge wildly, making the prince yelp in surprise as it sloshes around. R.evali is screaming obscenities and threats inside, all while throwing himself around wildly in some attempt to upset S.idon’s stomach or otherwise force his way out. Other than making some sickly belches blast out, though, the whole thing results in very little for R.evali.

Although, S.idon does decide this is already too much. He sits down on the edge of the platform, his gut sitting in his lap, and he begins to knead his hands into his stomach. He managed to eat a R.ito without being noticed or caught, but having a gut thrashing this much will make it obvious what happened. “I’m sorry about this, but please try to calm down,” S.idon says as he shoves down on some of the bulges R.evali was making.

“I will not CALM DOWN!” R.evali screams loudly. His face bulges out the top of S.idon’s gut for a few moments before a hard shove pushes him back down with a squawk. He refuses to give up, though, trying to kick and shove wherever he can in an attempt to inflict whatever pain he can. “Let me out of this foul prison at once, you stupid bass! Do you even know who I am?! You can’t just--”

“BWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!” A bassy belch suddenly blasts out of S.idon, catching him by surprise and making R.evali yelp. More blue feathers plume in the air, scattering quickly in the wind. S.idon’s stomach has clamped down now, squeezing R.evali much tighter and forcing him into an uncomfortable ball.

S.idon slurps over his teeth as he grins. He leans back on one hand, rubbing over his gut much more gently with the other. His stomach is tightly clamped on the R.ito now, and he can feel the little contours of the man’s body. He can even see the point of the beak sticking out slightly. With his back to the village, he’s not too worried about being suddenly spotted like this.

He feels so much better now...sure, he feels a little bad about what he’s going to do to this R.ito. Being treated like a common trout isn’t a very honorable way to die, especially for another living person. But S.idon’s hunger is settled and his meal was rather delicious. Besides, no one is going to miss one random R.ito too much, right..? It’ll blow over in no time...

R.evali groans and strains as he tries to resist against the clenching stomach walls. All that does is make them squeeze back tighter and cram him into place. It’s uncomfortable, his body already sore from the squeeze. He can barely so much as yell out about the indignity of this all because it's a waste of breath he’s struggling to keep in his lungs. He’s doing his best to remain calm but the panic is setting in the longer he’s stuck here.

The environment is sweltering and uncomfortable, and the rotten stench of old fish is suffocating. R.evali is certain he’s lost more than a few feathers. Normally, the thought of being patchy and slimy would be incredibly upsetting to him and his pride, but he’d easily take that over what he’ll actually look like if he lets the Z.ora’s stomach finish its job with him. He has to get out of this hellish pit...there must be a way out..!

Another soft belch escapes S.idon and he presses down gently on R.evali’s head. He can feel the R.ito trying to wiggle around inside more, muffled noises of effort and discomfort just barely coming out over the thick, wet burbling of his stomach. Poor thing must have gotten its second wind...well, S.idon is sure his stomach will handle the whole thing quickly. Even if this is a lot of meat.

S.idon was relaxing on his own for a little while when he finally heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. He looks over to see a white R.ito approaching, who’s wearing a strange cap and a pair of goggles over his eyes. “Aha, you must be the prince of the Z.ora, S.idon!” the R.ito exclaims.

“Ah, yes, that would be correct,” S.idon agrees with a nod. He clenches his gut a little tighter over his meal, hoping to keep it from being spotted. “I’m not intruding somewhere I shouldn’t be, am I?”

“No, no, I’m actually here as a reporter!” The R.ito stands tall and gives a salute. “I’m P.enn, with the Lucky Clover Gazette! This is a scoop I can’t miss out coming from my own home!”

Ah, that sounds somewhat familiar to S.idon. Well, S.idon thinks it’d be rude to deny an interview. His lunch shouldn’t give him too much of an issue. So he stands up, his gut wobbling slightly. “I’d be more than happy to answer your question then! Please, ask me whatever it is you’d like!”

R.evali winces as things slosh around him. He’s feeling worse the longer he’s stuck in here and he’s trying not to think about the fact it’s because S.idon’s stomach is slowly working on him. He can hear S.idon talking faintly, but it takes him a little longer to hear the second voice above all the gurgling and churning. Someone else is out there..!

R.evali starts to struggle and yell again, trying his very best to be heard over S.idon’s hard working stomach. At this point, though, he’s not doing much. He makes the Z.ora’s stomach shift weakly but his voice is drowned out by the thick churning noises and he’s struggling to move at all.

P.enn doesn’t make any comment on it at first, but S.idon ends up giving a sickly belch into his fist. The reporter tilts his head a bit and puts a wing to his chin. “Are you feeling alright? Your stomach sounds like mine after some bad chicken!”

S.idon smiles sheepishly and rests his hands on his stomach. “Oh, I’m quite alright. My lunch is just...” He squeezes his stomach. He can feel something inside crack and shift, the muffled cry of the R.ito lost completely to his stomach. “...disagreeing with me a little.”

“Oh, if you’re feeling sick, we can leave it there for now!” P.enn reassures. “I just wanted to ask one more thing anyway--have you seen R.evali?”

S.idon tilts his head a bit. “R.evali..?” Hm...isn’t that the name of the R.ito Champion? He’s not sure he’s met the man yet but he’s heard plenty about him.

“Yeah, he’s got dark blue feathers, a cocky attitude, good with a bow--he should have been practicing here about now! He usually does private training here this time of day.”

...private...training? Good with a bow..? S.idon’s stomach gurgles wetly over twitching meat and he turns his head away to burp softly into his fist again. “Ah...n-no, I apologize, no one was here when I arrived.”

“Huh...well, alright then! I’ll get out of your feathers now. Soar long!” P.enn salutes again and turns to walk off, humming to himself.

S.idon looks down at his stomach now, feeling it churn and gurgle wetly over R.evali’s twitching form. He gently presses a few fingers in and winces as he feels the contents squelch and shift. Oh...that doesn’t feel good. Letting R.evali out at this stage isn’t an option. It’s more merciful to just...leave him as he is.

“Sorry about this, R.evali!” S.idon says, and he does genuinely mean it. “I didn’t realize it was you. I wouldn’t have done something like this if I knew!” Well, he might not have. He’d been very hungry. “I’ll make sure not to let anyone know what happened to you.” He meant that to be reassuring, a promise to preserve R.evali’s dignity, but it sounded much darker than he realized.

And sure enough, those words give very little comfort to R.evali. He’s shaking and finding it hard to breathe in the stale, thick air of S.idon’s stomach. There had been pain before, but that’s been fading into numbness, which is spreading across his body slowly. It’s somehow more terrifying than the pain was. He can’t feel below the knees anymore, and one of his wings hasn’t been able to move since S.idon clenched down on him. He’s seeing more of his feathers around him in the slimy space, and a bubbling muck is starting to rise.

I...I can’t die like this..! I’m the Champion of the R.ito..! I’m not...food...for some stupid fish..! This isn’t how it should end..! It can’t...It can’t end like this..! Those thoughts race through R.evali’s mind but he doesn’t have the capacity to shout them out. His body struggles to move, and it only gets harder with time. The walls are closing in on him, stealing all of his space and threatening to take more. I...I don’t...want to die...like this..!

“BBBBWWWWWWWWUUuuurrrrrrpp!!!!” A wet, rotten belch rolls out of S.idon as his gut clenches down hard. A few crunches and pops bubble out of his stomach. Lots of white and blue feathers explode from his maw, singed in acid and dripping in drool. The prince blushes slightly seeing them all. He hopes the wind will carry that all away. He picks his teeth with one hand to get a few more feathers out and his other presses into his gut. It burbles and squelches wetly and he feels the solid mass break into small chunks under his hand.

S.idon carefully sweeps all of the feathers off the platform, feeling his guts churn and gurgle wetly. Once he’s done, he walks off, rubbing over his gut as it sloshes softly. He can feel it growing softer under his hand, breaking down all of that succulent R.ito meat with relative ease now that it’s no longer resisting him.

By now, it’s getting late, and S.idon has to go and retrieve his father. At least finding the place he left the two of them is easier than anything else, and after pointing out the time to the king, things wrap up a bit faster from there. Teba bids them farewell on their way out, though his eyes do linger on S.idon’s stomach for a moment. The prince has a bit more heft to him now than before...

On the way out, though, S.idon takes a pit stop. He can feel his bowels groaning, a heavy weight in them. They’ve already walked out of the kingdom and S.idon walks over to one of the cliffsides surrounding to squat down. He feels the weight inside of him shift and slither down further.

“Nngh...thank you...for your...hospitality, R.evali!” S.idon huffs out as he slowly passes his lunch. Thing, soft logs slide out of him a few feet at a time before they break off and drop down into the chasm. Each one has some bits of the R.ito in them--bones, feathers, soiled clothing--that would make them identifiable to anyone who got a closer look. But no one would as it all goes dropping down the side of the cliff to make a mess somewhere at the bottom that the R.ito would avoid if they even noticed.

S.idon eventually feels something bulkier and harder coming out. He can’t see it, but it’s R.evali’s skull. His beka pokes out first before S.idon’s ass spreads over the rest of it. Shit is tightly packed inside, and the log behind it helps push the skull out with a soft pop and send it flying off the edge of the cliff as well. A couple more logs follow it before S.idon finally feels empty.

Sighing in content and standing up again, the prince hurries to catch up with his father, who’s already long past all the bridges through his own means. Whispers of where R.evali is are already spreading through the kingdom as the two Z.ora leave, but the question would never get an answer. S.idon does hope he gets to visit the kingdom again soon. He wonders if other R.ito might taste different...

[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.

---

“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.

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“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.”

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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...

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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.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

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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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.