July Prompt: Zelda's Newest Champion (Patreon)

Tags: Blob size, extreme weight gain, Explicit Sex, Gas, Light Slob

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"Uuuugggh. . .Zuh. . ." PHHHHRRMMMPPPTTTH! "Schel-duh. . .when. . .schall we. . .arrive?" Urbosa wheezed, venting and fuming clouds of gas into the otherwise pristine wilderness of the Zora's domain. Echoes of the great fart resounded through the otherwise still and quiet woodlands. Distant flocks of birds flew away as the thunderous noise reached them.

. Urbosa grew silent after voicing her question and releasing the penned gas. She receded into her bulk, allowing her royal and divine folds to further swallow her. Months after her rendezvous on the desert dunes with Zelda, Urbosa had become the exact divine image that Hylia wanted. Once as strong and quick as lighting, Urbosa now was a wheezing, flatulent, meat-mountain. "Thissch. . .has. . .HOOORRRUUUUPP. . .upschet. . ." BRRRRMMMPPPTTTTT! Urbosa's buttcheeks again sounded out a low rumble, with heated air flushing out into the clean and open air of the forest.

As with all of Urbosa’s destructive winds, the Gerudo escorts slipped behind their mistress to inspect the cart she rode upon for damage. While constructed new, the constant press of unbearable weight and the entropy force of her farts had sapped the life from the vehicle. Wood had warped and broken, metal twisted and bent. Like the sands of Gerudo desert, Urbosa’s body found ways of breaking down any human built structure. The women, refusing to pinch their noses out of respect for their Chieftess, looked at what had become of her. Resting on a cart wide enough for a hinox to ride on, Urbosa's asscheeks clapped and sweated nakedly in the sun and breeze. She was dimpled and cellulite ridden, with even the smallest divots in her butt being bigger than a person's hand. A fully grown Gerduo woman could be lost in her ass for hours. Each of the escorts and guards knew this, thinking back to times when one of Urbosa’s concubines had been lost. They would be found, always strangely begging to go back to work pleasing the mountainous woman.

"We are getting close. Just hold on a little more." Zelda chirped into the folds that piled just under her lover's ears. She then kissed the sagging cheek folds she rested near. "I'm terribly sorry that the cart has upset your stomach. I tried to make it as comfortable as I could. I should have prepared better." While her voice was concerned, it was hard for Zelda to truly hide her excitement. Urbosa had done nothing but grow fatter, lazier, and more flatulent. It seemed that the gassy serenade upon the hills of Gerudo Desert had only been the opening salvo for her continued ascension. Urbosa was now a blob beyond compare. She was so fat that her arms were almost fully swallowed by her fat folds. She had been reduced to having only the tips of her fingers poke through the mess. Her manicured nails wiggling on the rare occasions she grew excited enough to attempt movement.

Urbosa made low, sexual noises as Zelda slid down her body, coming to stop to rest between the immense woman's breasts. The movement of tiny, blonde princess across her seemingly endless folds did nothing but stir up gas and her desire for intimacy. The Gerudo chieftess could not even see Zelda past her sweaty chin folds, only able to see her breasts. Even brought low by gravity, the tanned hills of chest fat rose high into the open air. They could be confused for drowsing Gorons. Zelda was buffeted by the shifting orbs, each threatening to bury her if the cart listed enough to one side. "Issccchh. . .HOORRRRUUUPPP. . .fine. . .muh bird." Urbosa’s voice was deep and breathy. The strain of being so huge was a joyous, sensual burden. She was limited to wheezing please for food and carnal comfort, meanwhile allowing her ass to bloviate freely. The transformation that had afflicted Urbosa had made it such that she was almost unapproachable. Few, even amongst the Gerudo, could stand next to such divine perfection. Besides the women that tended her, Zelda was her constant companion. That was, until a familiar face approached the procession.

She came from out of the river, jumping out with the aquatic speed and spectacle that only the Zora could possess. Turning and flipping end over end, the pink Zora landed with flair that almost clashed with her loving and calm demeanor. Mipha, champion of the waterfolk, had come to welcome the procession into her domain. She bore no concerns about the size, wheezing, or flatulence of Urbosa. Instead, she walked up to the royal cart without fear. Urbosa’s tanned and sodden mass hung off the cart, sweating dripping and pooling onto the ground into deepening puddles. Mipha curtseyed gracefully, showing the respect due two rulers of Hyrule. She then leaned in and grabbed an arm full of Urbosa’s fat in a strong yet loving hug. Zelda had to adjust her seat to see the Zora, who was rendered miniature in stature compared to the gigantic pile of fat she was hugging. “Isscch. . .BBBLLURRRRUUUUP. . . good too. . .nnnrrgguuh. . .” Urbosa stopped mid sentence to allow another massive fat. FRRRRRRMMMPPPTTTTH! She panted again, wheezing before clenching what muscles remained to her. BRRRRRMMMMPPPPTTHHHH! Urbosa was left an even more tired mess than she had been before. She slumped forward, massive breasts dangling low enough that the puffy nipples floated just above Mipha’s head. Finally, she completed her sentence. “. . .aaahh. . .schee. . .your. . .beauty. . .again.”

“It is delightful to see you as well, Urbosa.” Mipha smiled, stepping back to allow all of the towering, wobbling pile of rolls into her vision. “And you too, Princess Zelda. I have been eagerly awaiting you since your last letter.” Without waiting for an invitation, Mipha clambered up the side of Urbosa and found a seat next to Zelda. Urbosa’s tongue lolled out as she felt Mipha’s soft hands and scales sinking into her mass, stimulating her sensitive blubber. If the constant shaking of the desert woman’s body bothered Mipha, she did not show it. Instead, she found her seat next to Zelda and took the smaller woman’s hand. “I am ever so interested about this ‘divine power’ the goddess will bestow upon me through you.” She smiled with the sort of earnestness that only the confident, water dwelling race could manage.

“Yes!” Zelda said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. The Hylian princess rubbed and patted Urbosa’s wet folds. “Hylia has poured sacred power into me. Simply spending time with you in your domain will allow the transfer.”

“My. . .BBBBUURURRRP. . .littleh. . .bird. . .hasch made. . .me. . .scho. . .divine.” Urbosa, not to be forgotten, slurred out another heavy sentence, spittle flying from her lips as her sweaty chins bobbed up and down. FFFFRRRRRRMMMPPPT! As if on cue, another flatulent call broke forth from her ass.

“Urbosa has done such a good job welcoming Hylia’s blessings. Mipha, I know you will do well.” Zelda finished the handshake with a hug. She allowed Mipha to pull her in tightly. Zelda was pleased to discover that she felt a buildup of pudge around the Zora’s stomach.

--- A Reforged Champion ---

BRRRRRRMMMPPPPPPTTTTTTHHHHH! FRRRRRRMMMPPPPTTTTTHH! “Hoooo. . .my.” Mipha gasped as the farts rumbled out of her. Her immense body jiggled madly as it flapped and flopped. Ripples spread through her bulk and into the water around her, forming into waves that swamped the distant shores of the lake. She was housed on the rocks underneath the Zora capital, her body resting in the cool and healing waters of the spring. Her head had been plunged into a deep trough, filled to the brim with different seafood dishes, but was drawn out as she felt the gas leaving her. FRRRRRRRRPPPPTTTTT! A final blast, bigger than the rest let loose. Mipha’s eyes widened with the exciting pleasure of the release. Her useless arms and legs, now rendered into fatty stumps from the buildup of fat, stuck out straight in the cardinal directions. “Haaa-aaaahhh!” Mipha felt a wave of sexual thrill crash over her entire body. On one side, her fat flapped against two chiseled columns built to keep her from rolling away. On the other side of her sausage-roll body, was Urbosa. Mipha giggled, food dripping from her chins as she felt her fat mingling with that of the other blob. “Schaa. . .windsch of. . .Hylia. . .blow. . .OOORRRUUP. . .Schtrong in Lanaryu.” Mipha teased.

“Mipha. . .” Urbosa started, trying to summon strength enough to talk. It had been another in an endless series of feast days and she was tired. Hylia’s gifts had continued to steal Urbosa’s endurance, leaving her a lazy mess. Even eating had started to become a chore. She wanted only to be massaged and fed. “Musscht you. . .bbbllurrruup. . .lay on your. . .sscchtomach?” Urbosa asked, eyes half lidded. She remained upright, pinned next to the Zora’s gigantic, mountainous, quasi-volcanic asscheeks. In truth, Urbosa did not mind. But she wanted something to tease the other divine landmass over. Urbosa let loose a fart of her own. It rumbled out of her ass, shaking the ground underneath. With slight satisfaction, she heard Mipha’s gasps and moans. Urbosa felt her own pussy go wet as Mipha’s quivering buttcheeks forced their way against her sand-bag shoulders. The Zora would shake, hitting the containing pillar and then rebound into her fellow blob. The movements seemed to be unending, lose strength but never totally subsiding. Urbosa was turned on by the gas, the immobility, and the indulgence of it all. However, she was lazy enough to relax into the constant horniness, unlike Mipha. The pink blob had been given a truly divine and frightening libido by the goddess.

“Please. . .Urboschaa. . .more. . .pleasch.” Mipha begged, feeling orgasm approaching. The vibrations spread from the ground to the sensitive Zora. Mipha bucked and gyrated as much as she was able, wishing to stimulate herself more. She had awoken aroused that morning and had been given no outlet for release. Eating to the point of collapse had done nothing, wriggling her buried appendages had only inflamed her more, and this latest gas attack from Urbosa had pushed her right up to the edge. She licked her plump lips, begging for more. Her pussy throbbed. “Isscch been scho long. I need. . .oooh. . .something.” The hyper-blob could do little more than vent her frustrations to the world. Her cries and moans echoed up the rock walls, bounding off of the various caves of the domain. Trying to cure her own sex-sickness, Mipha once again buried her face in the trough that Zelda had built for her. She ate, slurping down fried fish and rice. Her chins were filled with bits of food, stuck in place by the gallons of sweat she pumped out. She gorged herself, trying to take as much food in as she possibly could. Food would turn either into fat, which would allow her to become more sensitive, or gas, the explosive bouts of which would stimulate her body through vibrations. Mipha only had to keep growing, then she could finally cum. Yet, she was held back by her own flagging endurance.

The eating spree did not last long, with Mipha’s face rising out of the trough. She might have bellowed out her frustrations more, save for the fact that she found Zelda standing next to her. The princess stood on a platform that had been erected to allow her to speak to her massive champions. Another of its kind was near Urbosa. “Oh, my dear Mipha.” Zelda said, lightly swabbing at the sex crazed fish woman's face. Mipha sucked and licked at Zelda’s hands, desperate for the touch of another woman. Zelda advanced, pressing herself against the blobby woman’s hanging chins. “I’m sorry I’ve had to be away. Business has kept me too long and I’ve failed you.” Her voice was soft, but rampant desire was hidden behind it. She kissed Mipha. “But I can make up for lost time.” Zelda broke away only to signal to someone that Mipha could not see.

Mipha started to speak, but was caught off guard by the feeling of something large and thick pressing into her massive asscheeks. She immediately fell to a low moan, sinking into her blubber as her desires were soothed. A team of Zora women, hand picked by Zelda, moved a large and well crafted rod into the rear end of the gigantic woman. They thrust it deeply, working to pleasure their princess. They had seen her sexual desires sprout and come into full bloom. Mipha had become loving in more ways than one, desiring any and all contact. She indulged in food and sex in equal measure, with sex becoming more important after she had reached Urbosa’s size. Seeing this change, Zelda had begun instructing the Zora women on how best to please their massive leader. Now was the time for action.

The gigantic rod, almost as big and thick as a log, plunged in and out between Mipha’s mountainous asscheeks. The heavy sacks of flab curved around the dildo, keeping its pressure tight. The women worked, pushing and pulling as best they could. They sang as they worked, serenading the gigantic blob with love songs of the Zora people. Meanwhile, Mipha gasped and shuddered. “Haaah-aaah. . .ooh. . .ZELDA. . .it’s too much. . .it’s PERFECT!” Mipha cried in glorious agony. It was what she had been dreaming of for days. With each powerful stroke she came closer to climax. Her pussy gushed, freed from the orgasmic starvation it had been imprisoned under. Mipha felt it all in her fat. She felt the thrusting dildo, Zelda’s caresses and smoches, the laughing and singing of the women pleasuring her. Everything. Her thick fingers tried to ball into fists, but they were too fat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drooping onto her plump lips. The fishtail which sprouted from her head dangled off to one side, as fat and bloated as its owner. Finally, to the cheers and applause of the women holding the divine pleasure rod, Mipha was able to orgasm.