On a warm, sunny spot in Hyrule field, in sight of Castle Town and the entrance to
Kakariko Village, with a low fencing running along the gentle plain and a scattering of trees and
shrubs dotting the land, a chill, foreboding wind seemed to blow.
It came from all directions. From Death Mountain looming overhead. From the mouth of
the river where the Zora’s lived. From the shadow of the Kokiri Forest on the borders of the land.
From the gates of the town that surrounded the royal castle.
This wind came from these four corners of the kingdom and seemed to meet here, on
this spot of sun-lit, gentle, unassuming earth.
And it was towards here that a figure slowly made her way across the easy rises and
falls of Hyrule Field.
It was Malon, slowly waddling her way back towards Lon Lon Ranch. She’d decided it
would be best to walk so she didn’t have to talk to any of the guards back in Kakariko. The
reason she wanted to avoid any scrutiny was quite obvious. Her belly was still bulging and
heavy with its unwilling and active meal.
“Gosh,” she grunted, stopping in the quiet, flat spot on the plain to rest, jiggling her angry
gut. “If I knew you’d put up this much of a fuss, I think I would have just told the guards I ate a
tektite and got the cart back from them.”
Her belly glorped loudly around a furious but muffled shout. Malon patted the bulges of
pushing hands and feet, laughing at the humorous sight of Hyrule’s hero wadded up inside her
like a crumpled cloth.
As she played with her meal, a dignified, sharp voice came from behind her. “Oh. Huh. I
see you had quite the meal too.”
Malon jumped with an “eep” and turned, belly swaying wildly with the movement. She
found herself in the field now with Ruto. The Zora princess’s blue stomach was a tight, chubby
hammock around a shape that clearly gave away the size and figure of her meal. The outline of
a head and shoulders towards the tummy’s top was especially easy to make out.
Malon stared in wonder for a moment. Then laughed. “Well shucks. Wouldn’t have
expected to see some else with a full feast in their tummy. So who was it that got you hungry,
Ruto? That don’t look like no Zora.”
“It was certainly not,” Ruto said, arms cradling her meal. “It was my wonderful betrothed,
Link. I... didn’t expect us to be together like this. But once I tasted him on my tongue, well, I
knew it was how things were meant to be!”
Malon frowned. “Link? But... land sakes, that don’t make sense. I ate Link myself, up
there on Death Mountain!”
As the two exchanged a confused look, a third voice, light and fae, cut in with a small
laugh. “It sounds like we’ve got quite the riddle then, girls. Because, well, I ate Link not too long
ago in Kokiri Forest.”
Ruto and Malon looked down the way and saw the green shape of Saria making her
ponderous way across the field. Her belly sagged nearly to the ground, with the shapes of
hands and feet thrusting against the wall from within. When she finally joined them in a small
group, she gave a heavy sight and leaned forward to let her weight rest fully on her belly, her
large gut flumping heavily against the ground.
“There ain’t no way,” Malon said.
“Certainly not,” Ruto added. “How is it that all three of us could have possibly eaten my
beloved Link? There’s only one of him!”
“Not quite,” said a fourth and final voice, regal and girlish. “Today, there’s four. Well... for
a little while, it seems.”
The three girls looked up to see Princess Zelda making her way towards them. She tried
to move with some semblance of poise and grace, but this was a difficult illusion to maintain with
her belly wobbling and sloshing before her, hammocked by her stretched dress.
“No way,” Malon laughed.
Ruto let out a pouty huff, “I swear, I really should be furious to see so many of you
gobbling up the hero who promised himself to only me! You three will be lucky if I’m not in the
mood for Hylian and Kokiri girls after this.”
“I don’t understand,” Saria said, glancing between their four lively bellies. “How did we all
manage to eat Link? And at the same time!”
Zelda joined the small circle of girls in the field. With a huff, she knelt down, laying
herself alongside her belly, letting the thick of her gut rest in the rest. All four of the girls
gathered together made it easy to see the various bulges of their swallowed boys around their
middles. Each curled up in different angles within those tummies, Red and Green still putting up
small, energetic, and futile struggles. Blue and Violet were much more calm, almost peaceful
despite the growling and rumbling around them.
Stroking her splayed out belly, Zelda said, “As for how we ate them, well... I admit, I can’t
fully say. But I suspect it was the work of an evil wizard. You see, just before this all happened, a
vile wind sorcerer escaped into Hyrule to cause mischief. His name is
VaaHUUUWWWAAARRRGPP!”
Zelda went bright red as she suddenly unleashed a powerful and undignified belch. As
she did, something flew from her lips and landed with a sodden thwat into the grass before her.
It was Violet’s hat, caked in thick reams of gooey slime. After the upheaval, Zelda’s belly began
to let out some serious burbling. The shape of Violet inside wriggled a little, as if he were
suddenly feeling much more intense pressure and attention from those walls. Even as she
giggled at her own sudden outburst, Zelda’s stomach began to soften. The firm shape of Violet
become less solid by the moment.
“Not very princess-like, your highness,” Ruto laughed.
“Shoot, girl, that was a good one,” Malon said, grinning. “But hold up. That’s definitely
fairy boy’s hat, but I never seen him wear purple. And when I found him, he was wearing red.”
“He had on blue when he fell into Zora Fountain,” Ruto said.
“That’s so weird. He looked the same as he always did when I found him in the forest,”
Saria added. “Wearing green.”
“That part, ahem, excuse me, I can explain,” Zelda said, trying not to giggle as she
pretended she hadn’t just let out a bellowing burp. Her stomach was now making some equally
crude and guttural sounds as the shape of Violet became nearly impossible to discern. Her belly
rounded out more and more fully. “You see, Link wanted to fight Vaati. So he drew a sacred
blade, the Four Sword, to challenge him. The blade split him into four facets of himself. But Vaati
scattered those different shades of Link to the four corners of Hyrule. And when he did, he must
have sent him with a curse. A curse that caused all of us to... you know....” To finish, she gave
her now sloshy belly a pat. The dome of her gut was already losing some of its mass, growing
pudgier and packed tighter by the moment.
“Land sakes,” Malon said, shaking her head. “I never would have guessed. But I ought to
have thought it would be something like that. I should feel a bit bad about eating poor fairy boy
but well... he really did taste sooo gooGLLOOOOOORRRGPPP!”
Malon’s mouth opened wide in a wet and rumbling burp as she belched out a heavy,
wadded up shape from her lips. Red’s bright cap splattered fully on the curve of her prominent
tummy, momentarily covering the desperate bulges of his hands as they pushed outward for
some escape. Even as Malon giggled, her stomach began to grind merciless. The desperate
shouts under her fat grew more desperate still, anger giving way to intense fright. Before
starting to slowly slosh down into bubbling churns. The shape of Red growing softer as Malon’s
gut grew pudgier, bulging in a heavy slap, making clear that the boy inside was no longer quiet
solid.
“Hehe, I can tell you enjoyed your meal,” Saria chuckled. “I know it’s a bit mean to say,
but... maybe it’s better this way! After all, if it weren’t for that Four Sword, well... we wouldn’t
each be able to have Link with us like this. Now... now we all get to keep him to ourselves!
Every one of us. Heh, even if we keep him as, you know, faBBWWUUURRGGGGPPP!”
As with the other girl’s, Saria’s mouth yawned open as her throat suddenly gave forth a
resounding and uncouth belch. At the same time, a bulge passed up her throat and emerged
from her lips and onto the grass as a slime-caked green cap, dripping with fat gossamers of
sludge. Leaning down against her struggling gut, mashing Green with her weight as he shouted
and pleaded against the mashing, squishing walls that began to seriously work on his skin,
Saria picked the hat up from the grass. Grinning, she threw the cap over her head, slinging it on,
getting ichor all through her hair and down her back.
“And I get a nice, cute keepsake from my best friend,” she added with a giggle.
“Ewwwwwww!” the other three girls all exclaimed together, laughing. None of them at all
disturbed now as their bellies squeezed and rumbled, blorbed and burbled around their meals.
“Well,” said Ruto, “I suppose I can let it pass that my betrothed technically ended up on
three other girls. So long as I still carry him home on my tummy and my hips. Though, I guess
none of us will be keeping ALL of our tasty little hero snOOORRRLLLGPPPPS!”
As she was speaking, stroking Blue through her pale skin, Ruto finally gave out the
tremendous belch that signaled the boy’s messy fate. When she did, Blue’s soaked hat flew
from her lips. Given the way she was kneeling in the grass near Zelda, the hat actually was
propelled so fully through the air that it smacked wetly against the princess’ face.
“Blegh, ewwww gross gross!” Zelda said. She flung the blue cap back at Ruto’s tummy,
shaking the slime from her cheeks. The other girls burst into laughter. “You got gut slime all over
me!”
“Hey, at least it was just a little, princess,” Malon said. “Poor Red here got a whole bath
of it and look what it’s been doing to him~” She reached under her belly and gave it a firm heft,
bouncing it. It was easy to see the thick, meaty bulge of weight that Red had become, sagging
shapelessly in the bottom of her gut. The last shape of a foot still pressed feebly against the top
of her tummy, but even as the girls watched it sank down out of sight. The ranch girl’s gut giving
a loud, glutted shlorgp as the struggles within stopped.
“Not that Violet lasted long either,” Saria laughed, pointing at Zelda’s tummy. “Nice
cannonball you’re smuggling there, princess.” Zelda’s belly was indeed smoothly round, already
having lost the bulges that showed that the sludge within had been Hylian once. It sagged to
one side due to the way she sat, pushed to the side by her legs. Showing off the soggy nature of
her churned up hero.
“What can I say,” Zelda shrugged. “A royal tummy is hardly a place for a hero. We
princesses need our delectable treats. Isn’t that right, Ruto?”
Zelda reached a bare foot out and gently prodded the curled up shape of Blue in Ruto’s
belly. Blue was remarkably still and peaceful despite how loud Ruto’s stomach was around him.
He remained in a tight fetal position the whole time, almost as if asleep, but Zelda’s prodding
proved that Ruto’s stomach was taking its toll. With a loud glirck, the press of her foot dimpled
the surface of Ruto’s tummy somewhat. As if this pressure were the final wall giving way, the
few shapes of Blue’s shoulders and head began to sink slowly inward. Gently easy into a
swollen, soft, uniform curve of a gut under Ruto’s stroking hand.
“It’s true,” Ruto said. “And I assure you: Zora bellies are hardly known for being clean
and wholesome places~ But I just know my beloved Blue enjoyed even the slimiest, messiest
part of me. Although I have to say, Saria: I don’t think Green there is quite ready to sink into your
mucky, muddy forest!”
Green was the only one of the four luckless heroes who still bulged out the soft skin
surrounding him. The light of Navi’s body was long gone, and the features of Green were
certainly softer than they had been when Saria arrived on the field. His voice was also weaker.
Smaller, frailer, wetter as he made muffled, gargled pleas for his best friend not to do this to him.
Reaching down to stroke the helpless shapes of his hands, Saria said, “Aww, poor boy. I
know it’s kinda scary. But just remember all the times I kept you safe when you scared at night.
I’d tuck you in beside me under the warm covers. Now... let me just tuck you down... into my
guts~”
The shape of Green’s face emerged against her belly wall for a moment. It had a droopy,
slightly off appearance, clearly weakening and losing form under the work of Saria’s belly. Saria
rested her hand gently against that face. And pressed.
Blorp
With that last, quiet noise, Green sank into formlessness. His body surrendered to Saria.
The heroes of the Four Swords were nothing but gut sludge now.
“Gosh dang,” Malon said. “You Kokiri can get sure enough intense.”



_______DISPOSAL AHEAD_______



“Nmmf, speaking of intense,” Ruto added, clearing her throat. “I don’t know about you
girls, but I’m starting to feel my beloved hero making some rather unheroic pressure between
my cheeks.”
Even as she spoke, Ruto suddenly let out a loud, stuttering burst of gas, holding her
rounded bulb of a gut as her colon made clear that Blue’s journey wasn’t exactly over.
“Uggh, Ruto!” Zelda snapped, fanning her hand before her face. “That’s noxious! And so
unbecoming of a princess.”
“Heh, hey don’t act like you aren’t feeling the same thing, Zelda,” Saria said. She held
her shrunken belly between her hands now, stroking it as it churned and emptied down into her
bowels, pushing the thick slosh of Green along towards his inevitable end. “Cause my poor boy
just melted and I’m already feeling a little something heavy and hot growing back there. Think I
might have to... make some room... rnmmf~”
Biting her lip, Saria let out a wet, rippling fart that tore through the quiet countryside.
Zelda tried to put on a pout, but Malon and Ruto both laughed with glee.
“I reckon we’ll be unloading enough manure for a whole farm here in a minute,” Malon
said. “I know one thing: mine’s gonna be piping hot cause I can already feel the heat from fairy
boy pressing up between my cheeks. Sorry princess; farm girls like me don’t have court
manners, so...”
Pressing down on her stomach from the top and leaning forward, Malon closed her eyes
and made a grimace of pleasure as her ass ripped out a long, high bubble of gas. She opened
her mouth, letting out a hissing exhalation as she finished, saying, “Aahh hot as a brick oven!
Nmmf, but boy that did feel good.”
“Mmhmm,” Ruto agreed, nodding. “The only thing that feels as good as sucking food in
is letting it out. So come on, princess. Can’t hold Vio in forever~ Time to let him out!”
Zelda’s face went fully red again, but she had to admit the truth. She was feeling the
thick, heavy build up of pressure right behind the tight seal of her anus. It was growing stronger
by the moment, and if she tried to get up to leave, she figured she wouldn’t get out of ear shot
without letting some of that nastiness out.
With a sigh, she said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then, she rolled forward, against
her stomach, angling her ass partly into the air. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips,
making a soft grunt as she pushed.
Pppllrrrfffgggbbbbtttt!
The uncouth, gross noise set all the girls cackling with glee. Malon and Saria clapped.
Ruto said, “We may have a princess’ title, but you can’t say there’s anything royal about our
butts!”
Despite her embarrassment, Zelda couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the absurd
delight. Because for as gross as it was, it had felt amazing letting that foul gas out. Though, now
a new pressure took its place. One that was firmer. And more urgent.
“Girls,” Zelda said, rising. “I think you all probably know what has to happen next.”
Ruto huffed as she stood up. She looked down and stroked her potbelly as it sagged just
above her waistline, now nothing more than a fleshy orb. “My beloved Blue. Time for you to
become my beloved Brown.”
“Guess it don’t mean nothing what color they wore going in, huh?” Malon asked. She
gave her own sloshy orb tummy a shake. “We all know what color things are when it’s time to
flop out!”
“Least it won’t be ALL of them,” Saria said, feeling her firmly rounded hips and rump.
“Green definitely gave my bottom a lot more, um, heft. Same for you, Zelda.”
Zelda was busy hiking up the layers of her dress, exposing the now thickened meat of
her upper legs and a pair of cheeks soft enough to sag a little, even as they kept their firm
roundness. She blushed again.
“Ahh, Impa will be so mad. I’ll have to do more exercises.”
“Least you have a dress to hide it all under,” Ruto said, though showing no signs of
wanting to hide her own plump rear and plump middle. “All of Zora Domain is going to see what
my betrothed did to me.”
“I sure hope Epona ain’t gonna be mad at me next time I ride her,” Malon said. She’d
drawn her dress up past her hips, bearing a full, thick backside to the peaceful air of Hyrule
Field. “Well gals... who's ready to take a big, meaty, nasty boy dump?”
The girls giggled in mischievous glee, not one of them bothering to pretend they weren’t
enjoying this. Squatting together in a rough circle with their rear ends facing outward, the four
girls began to push.
A quartet of stomachs gave out some truly vile sounds as the mulched remains of the
various Links finished their swift and slimy journey to four different, tightly clenched rear ends.
The air filled with the squelching and sluicing, the mucking and glorging of four different sets of
guts.
The girls made different small sounds of pleasure and concentration as they worked their
heroes nearer and nearer. Malon poked the tip of her tongue between her lips. Ruto’s lips were
open and would twitch in small spasms of pleasure as she let out soft “ah ah” sounds. Saria bit
her lower, making barely audible grunts in the back of her throat. Zelda rocked up onto her toes,
wiggling her butt and pursing her lips tight.
The tension hung about the four girls for a long moment as they all pushed and pressed
against the loads filling their colons. And then...
BLLOOORRRGGGFFFFLLLPPPPTTT
All of the girls let out loud, heavy groans at once as their puckers parted open and
spilled the remains of their glorped heroes onto the grass.
A thick mass of light brown, steaming, muddy waste streamed out of Malon’s pucker,
heaping up like a sludge beneath her.
Ruto pushed out a long, densely packed, dark brown log that swiftly descended and
created a heavy loaf under her butt.
From Saria’s cheeks, a lengthy, tight coil of fat shit spooled out like a snake, piling
heavily behind her feet.
With a heavy moan, Zelda pushed out a weighty, deeply tanned turd that gently and
slowly curved and massed up on the grass below her.
Soft, wet sounds of semi-solid matter rippling against tight skin filled the air as the four
girls shat out Hyrule’s fallen heroes. Now, nothing more than wasted piles of smelly, gross girl
shit.
As the girls enjoyed the pleasure of pushing their heroes out into piles on the grass,
across Hyrule field, hidden behind one of the trees dotting the plains, a shadow watched them
eagerly. Its red eyes glowed with a malicious delight as it witnessed the end of the four
champions who could have stood in its way.
The shadow was Dark Link, leaning around the trunk of the tree to watch his rivals meet
a humiliating end.
Dark Link’s shadow lay on the ground in the opposite direction of the other shadows
about him, as if resisting the sun itself. The head of that shadow opened a single, purple eye
and a refined, cruel laugh came from the shade.
“Perfect,” Vaati said. “The troublesome brat fell wonderfully into the traps I laid for him.
And now, all that remains of the would-be little squadron that could have stopped us is stinking
manure. Hyrule is mine now, shade. I mean... our’s.”
Dark Link cast an unamused glare at his shadow, but Vaati paid him no mind. He
laughed, heavily, loudly, delighted with himself beyond words.
He laughed so fiercely that neither he nor Dark Link heard the woody, rustling sound of
leaves shaking and shivering towards them.
All fours of the girls in the circle gave out a shared sigh as they finally pushed the hot
weight of their meals out into the grass. Four thick piles of varying shades of brown now lay
heaped on the field, steaming gently in the sun. Grabbing the discarded hats, each girl took her
time wiping her plumped up backside clean.
“Not to be too crass, for a princess,” Ruto said with a wink at Zelda as she started to
wipe Blue’s hat deep between her cheeks. “But that was the nicest thing I ever dumped out of
me!”
“I have to admit,” said Zelda, meticulously wiping the brown from her pucker onto Vio’s
purple cap. “That was certainly a delight.”
“Not very princessy of you to say, princess,” Saria said, grunting as she finished cleaning
her rump with Green’s now stained garment. “But I agree. Link really was the perfect meal. Start
to finish!”
“Yup,” agreed Malon, rising and tossing aside Red’s now utterly marred hat. “And we all
got to enjoy him too! That’s what makes it all the better. Still... I reckon that means someone has
to do something about Vaati now, right?”
As the girls glanced at each other, unsure how to answer that, they heard a strange
noise drawing nearer to them. It was a sound like the shaking and shivering of a pile of leaves,
moving swiftly.
Turning, the girls gazed with some surprise as a short, regally dressed Deku scrub with a
trailing train of a ponytail composed of green leaves and pink flower pedals, waddled nearer.
She waddled because her belly was half-rounded out by a rather sizeable object filling it,
causing her soft yet wood-like, brown belly to bulge out the front of her royal, flower-like dress. A
dress that made clear this was a Deku girl of royalty.
It was not at all hard to see what the object was because his legs and rear end still hung
from the round snout of her mouth. A pair of gray-skinned, black-clad legs flailed in the air
before the Deku princess. From inside her, a struggling pair of hands pressed against the inside
of her stomach walls. On the ground before the princess, a peculiar shadow that seemed
somehow part of the shadow cast by the flailing legs was moving all on its own. The living
shadow had a single, purple eye, speaking in a voice Zelda immediately recognized as Vaati’s.
“Hey! No, no! Stop it you bark-headed creature! You can’t do this to me; I’m Vaati! Vaati
the Wind MaRMPH!”
Before Vaati could finish his proclamation, the Deku princess slurped in the entire lower
half of Dark Link with a single, powerful gulp. The shadowy doppelganger's legs plunged
through the princess’ snout, his boots flying off his feet to fall to the grass below. As he was
dragged into her bloated stomach, the shadow of Vaati was yanked in after him, his last cry lost
to the winds of Hyrule Field.
The Deku princess gave a large, heavy sigh and shook with delight, giving off the sound
of shivering leaves. Her belly now hung, enormously, out of her dress. Sagging against the
ground as the shape inside pushed and kicked, Vaati’s voice muffled as he continued to shout.
Turning to the girls, the Deku princess asked, “Well then. Now that that utterly rude little
man is out of the way and that awful hunger I’ve been feeling since I got lost in those woods is
gone, I insist that one of you tell me where I am, please. Because this is certainly not my
beautiful southern swamp!”
The girls exchanged a look, completely unsure of how to answer such a request in light
of what they’d just seen. As they tried to think of what to say, a black wind blew over the field of
Hyrule, carrying the steam and the scent of four fallen heroes off into the wilds.



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And so ends our tale and the adventures of Link. And Link. And Link... and Link. And Shadow Link.

Again, if you enjoyed the story over the last week and still haven't checked out  Belloc, you really should. He wrote each part and deserves the attention (and it's just easier to read the story in whole here https://aryion.com/g4/view/841034 than checking all my drawings descriptions).

And, here's the original https://aryion.com/g4/view/364334 , where you can see just about the ugliest background I've ever drawn. Yes, Impa got replaced by Deku Princess. I ruined my color theming thing (shadow temple sage x shadow link) because I REALLY hate Impa's design in OoT and didn't want to draw her. Plant is cuter. Also, no bonus points for spotting the -other- character snuck into the pic.

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