#sidonvore

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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]

Could I request a story with bladder vore+urine disposal with Kass prey and Sidon pred?

Yeah, I'm willing to give that a shot!

S.idon follows the river down through the Z.ora domain, making sure he’s on his own and a distance away from the Z.ora kingdom. He was on the hunt today but not for the usual kind of food. He didn’t have the usual kind of hunger, either. This hunger was…a new one, which he had been dealing with ever since Link had mentioned something he saw out in the wilds some time ago. S.idon couldn’t get the thought out of his mind and so—

The prince perks up a bit when he hears a noise. It sounds like music…isn’t that the traveling minstrel R.ito? K.ass, right? S.idon knows he’s a dear friend of Link’s, though he doesn’t know the bird too personally. Link would be terribly upset if the R.ito were to go missing but…S.idon doesn’t care to keep searching for something else. He swims over to the river’s shore and climbs out, following after the sound.

After some wandering through the forestry, S.idon finds the source of the music. K.ass is sitting at a small campsite, resting against his pack while he plays his accordion. It seems he’s merely taking a break after resting. No one else is around…and it’s very likely no one knows he’s here. S.idon walks over. This is a perfect chance.

K.ass’s accordion playing stops when he notices someone has entered his camp. He smiles upon seeing the towering Z.ora. “Ah, Prince S.idon! It’s nice to see you!” He sits up now and sets his instrument aside. “I hope I wasn’t disturbing your fishing.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” S.idon reassures. Given what he wants to do and the fact that K.ass is rather bulky for a R.ito, S.idon decides it’ll be easier to get him by surprise and…goddess above, is he really going to do this..? It feels wrong but at the same time so tantalizing. Just thinking about it, knowing he’s so close now, it’s making him…

A blush blooms across S.idon’s face as he feels himself getting hard. K.ass, naturally, notices the Z.ora’s cock exposing itself and a blush crosses his face as well. “Oh, my, I apologize,” K.ass says, looking away quickly. “Is it mating season for the Z.ora already? I didn’t realize...”

“Ah, actually, it’s...” S.idon pauses for a moment. Actually, this might work to his advantage. He should use it. “...just starting recently! I hope you don’t mind such a forward request, but would you mind...relieving me of this pressure?” This is so unbecoming for him to ask but if it keeps K.ass unaware of his intentions...

K.ass’s feathers poof out a bit and his eyes widen slightly. “Oh! Well, ah...” He puts a wing to his beak, still flushed scarlet as he avoids eye contact. “That is...you know, I have a...” He glances at S.idon again, looking the prince up and down. Then he looks away again. “...it would be rude to deny the prince such a request if he needs the assistance.”

S.idon can’t keep the toothy grin on his face. Oh, this is perfect! He steps a little closer, gripping his shaft. “You can just use your mouth if you would like, your beak seems like a good fit. Just close your eyes and relax, I will take over!”

K.ass nods softly. He moves so that he’s sitting on his knees, facing S.idon’s cock. It throbs a bit, eager, and the R.ito can’t stop blushing. He does as he was asked, closing his eyes and opening his beak so S.idon can go at his own pace. K.ass feels a hand on the back of his head...and then he’s shoved forward hard.

A pleased groan escapes S.idon. Oh yes, that feels amazing. K.ass’s head fits nicely in his shaft, which has grown in size to accept its meal. The poor R.ito is so stunned, he doesn’t even think to struggle. His wings go up to S.idon’s shaft to feel it, as if trying to figure out what is around his head. It gives S.idon all the time he needs to press on, forcing himself further over K.ass to take in his shoulders and start going down his chest.

K.ass is finally starting to panic and thrash around. With S.idon sliding down his chest, his arms are being forced down and he can’t push away. He can’t get up, either, stuck bending over with the Z.ora’s cock still keeping him in place. It throbs and slurps, dragging more in, starting to work on K.ass’s stomach.

S.idon’s shaft is bulging out heavily from the whole thing, making a well-defined shape of K.ass’s upper body sinking down it. He’s got a panicked expression, beak open wide as he lets out muffled shouts. As he starts to get sucked in up to his waist, his legs are able to start kicking around in the air. It’s useless, of course, but it’s the only thing he can do at this point.

S.idon holds onto his shaft with both hands, panting and groaning as he takes more of K.ass in. Every inch of R.ito being claimed sends shivers up his spine. By the time he’s getting to K.ass’s thighs, the R.ito’s beak reaches the end of his shaft. There’s a few seconds where no more progress is being made before a tight flex of S.idon’s cock makes it slurp K.ass deeper and push him through the barrier.

K.ass’s shouting picks up but gets even more muffled as the bulge of his head disappears from S.idon’s shaft. His feet kick at the air and his talons clench, but at this point, he’s down to his knees and only slurping deeper. It only takes a couple more wet slurps before they finally slip past the Z.ora’s tip and fully seals him away. S.idon can feel the bulge the R.ito makes under his hands, steadily sinking downward as his body claims it.

Unlike what normally happens for S.idon when he eats this way, his lower stomach is starting to bulge out. It starts with K.ass’s face, his panicked expression showing as rubbery skin stretches over it. And then more of the R.ito is being pushed in, making his stomach stretch out further as he’s filled. The sensation makes S.idon shiver and groan slightly. This feels even better than he had anticipated...

K.ass is not enjoying it nearly as much. By the time his pecs have pushed into the cramped organ, it already feels too tight. But he keeps being forced inside regardless, the walls squeezing roughly over him to try and fit him. The space has a horrible smell, too; sharp and acidic. And it’s unbearably warm. He doesn’t want to believe he’s where he thinks he is, but it becomes harder to deny the more of him is crammed in.

Finally, S.idon can feel the last of K.ass slide into place. His lower stomach is hanging down low, shaped roughly like a tightly curled up R.ito. He’s never felt that part of himself be stretched to such an extent and his skin feels sensitive as he runs his fingers over it. “Oh, Goddess above...” the prince huffs out. “...this feeling...”

It’s too tight for K.ass to struggle at all. The walls are clenching hard over him, clearly not used to being stretched to such an extent. His wings are kept down at his sides and he can’t lift them at all. His head is down between his knees, which are pressed awkwardly into his torso. It’s making his body ache badly and any attempt to resist the immense pressure only makes the pain worsen. “P-Prince S.idon..!” K.ass’s voice screeches out. “Surely there has been a mistake! Please, let me out..!”

Even just the vibrations of K.ass’s voice deep inside of S.idon makes a strange pleasure shoot through him. The Prince is blushing darkly, unable to keep his hands off of the bulge. “Oh, I...apologize deeply for this.” S.idon has to speak slowly and with purpose just to stop himself from making soft moaning sounds. “But there is no mistake...now...please relax and allow my body to do its job...”

“Wh-What?!” K.ass squawks. That can’t be right! He tries again to stretch out the walls, but they’re still too tight and squeeze him into place again. It’s swelteringly hot and reminds K.ass of venturing to Death Mountain. Sweat is already dripping down his body, soaking his feathers. It’s hard to breathe in here, leaving him to pant heavily. “Please...reconsider, Prince S.idon..!”

“Sorry...” S.idon says again, followed shortly by a soft groan. He leans against a nearby tree, watching his stomach lightly shift and stretch as K.ass pathetically attempts to struggle inside. He can see every little detail like this--the straining of K.ass’s muscles, the panicked look on his face, the little twitches of his body--and it’s a wonderful sight. A low, bubbling noise comes from S.idon’s gut and K.ass whimpers pathetically.

The heat only increases as time goes on, with at least the minor benefit of easing K.ass’s aches. But it’s also making the air thicker for him and the smell is becoming unbearable. He’s soaked to the bone, sweat constantly dripping down him. He weakly reaches up and wipes at his face to try and clean some of it off. When he pulls his wing away, several of his feathers are stuck to it, stained slightly in something yellow.

S.idon groans happily when he feels K.ass start screaming again. His stomach bulges weakly as the R.ito starts to struggle again, causing the bulge to slosh back and forth slightly. It’s sounding a lot wetter than before. S.idon presses his hands down gently over K.ass, kneading into the R.ito with another moan. “Just...let it happen...ooooh Goddess...”

“Please! Please, let me out!” K.ass’s voice keeps crying out in a panic, his normally melodic voice screechy and panicked. S.idon can feel the walls of his bladder stretching and straining as large wings push on them. K.ass is trying desperately to find a way out or just force S.idon’s body to reject him, but nothing is working. The bulge in his middle simply bounces and sloshes as the R.ito panics inside.

As time goes on, the sounds of K.ass’s panicked struggling is getting more sloshy and wet sounding. Boiling liquid waste is starting to fill the space more, only making it hotter and more uncomfortable for K.ass. HIs blue feathers are floating in it as well, coming out at an alarming rate. But he’s not concerned about the feathers so much anymore. He’s more worried about his own body which has been melting and degrading the longer he stays.

Even the pathetic, panicked cries of the R.ito are getting bubbly and gurgling. S.idon can see the effects digestion has had on K.ass from the bulge in his stomach. It’s groan smaller and softer, the once detailed bulges now muted and rounder. When he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh, it squelches and he can feel the give K.ass’s body has. His stomach is so warm to the touch now, too. He can feel the heat.

“S...Some...body...” K.ass’s voice bubbles out of S.idon’s stomach weakly. Bulges shift slightly, his face pressing out a bit and his hands sliding down the walls as he tries to press out. “Please...help...meee...” He can barely be heard, his voice slurring and weak. He’s quite literally dripping in there, his body mass turning into the pool around him. It’s making K.ass weaker by the second, numbness setting in across his body and strongest in his legs. He’s struggling to breath, all of the ‘fresh air’ in his prison filled with acidic steam.

S.idon presses a hand deeper into his stomach. What was once a solid mass is now much softer, letting his hand sink in with a squelch. And then...he feels that semi-solid mass break apart with a fizzing, bubbling sound. S.idon shudders and groans in pleasure, while K.ass lets out a strangled cry inside and slumps over.

K.ass is starting to fade out now. Fizzing, popping, boiling noises become much louder and wetter as S.idon’s middle shrinks and rounds out. R.ito meat is rapidly dissolving away and liquid waste is leaving a leftover swell for S.idon. The feeling of a tight pressure is building up rapidly. The prince huffs and strokes his cock a few times, feeling it twitching his hand. It finally reaches a peak and he lets himself relax with a deep sigh.

A steaming golden shower gushes out of S.idon, immediately spraying down the small campsite in front of him. He makes no real effort to move or aim anywhere, pleasure wracking his body and overtaking him as he releases. K.ass’s pack and accordion get soaked under the gushing pressure, leaving them soggy and stained in the foul-smelling waste. They’d almost certainly warp and degrade in quality by the time anyone found them, let alone the stench that will never come out, rendering it all useless junk in an instant.

A puddle is steadily forming from the sheer amount of liquid coming free. Occasionally, something solid will come free, carried out quickly and easily by the immense pressure. Lots of stained blue feathers end up scattered around the area, but some of K.ass’s sturdier bones also come up. It gets a noise out of S.idon every time he feels one stretch him slightly and come out. They end up littering the area as well, soaked yellow due to where they were soaking.

The stream goes on for a while, S.idon emptying out gallons of piss from his bladder. He can feel the pressure slowly but steadily starting to lessen. His stomach is still bulging slightly, one last solid shape stubbornly sitting inside. It finally sinks down near the end, and the prince moans as he feels K.ass’s skull shoot back out and clatter to his feet in the spray.

The heavy stream is rapidly growing weaker and becoming more of a dribble. The last of it soon patters out and S.idon heaves out a deep sigh, sinking down slightly against the tree he was leaning on. That felt...heavenly. The immense relief after the build up of such powerful pressure was unlike anything he’s had before.

The stench in the air is incredibly unpleasant now, thick and acidic. The campsite is well beyond repair, K.ass’s belongings already deeply stained and warped by the mess. No one would dare come close enough to the area to even realize it was a campsite, so it’s unlikely anyone will be finding what’s left of the bard any time soon. It’ll be like he just up and disappeared one day, like many travelers do.

Once S.idon has gotten his breath back, he’s on his feet and carefully moving away from the area. He’s sated the urge for now, and he keeps a smile on his face as he starts walking back to the kingdom. He’s glad to have had the experience. He’ll have to do it again some time...

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

Yeah I can definitely do that!

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

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

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

Oooh yeah that sounds really good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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