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Chapter 6: Hunger Satiated 

Zelda was floating.

The world crawled by, flecks of sand spraying up all around her.

She barely had time to register the panicked horking as her seal breached the surface of the sands before a shocking impact slammed into her bottom. The book flew out of her hands. She tried to grab something, anything. She saw him turning, leaping from his seal, without understanding why. 

Link reached for her before she twisted, flying free of her shield and flipping over.

Sand flowed out of the ground like an erupting geyser, covering a flash of brilliant orange eyes and gnashing, bony teeth. Zelda’s stomach heaved as she reached the apex of her arc, and gravity realized it’s rather strong hold on the princess.

The sand twisted by, dozens of feet below. She closed her eyes, tucking her pudgy arms and squishy legs into her round tummy. All she could do was scream as the bright sands rushed up to meet her, and swallow her into a heavier, smothering dark.

Zelda felt… nothing.

She felt surprised at how much nothing she felt, which then caused her to feel a stab of pain in her leg and the princess quickly realized feeling nothing was better than feeling anything. She closed off her sight, intent on feeling nothing, driving out all sensations.

But the more she tried, the more something pushed back.

She felt it bubbling inside of her, forcing her attention. 

A warmth that started in her fingers slowly slid over her hands, up her soft arms and smooth shoulders. It crawled over her like sunshine over the rolling hills of Hyrule, forcing her to feel.

When she opened her eyes, Zelda could see herself cast in a soft, golden light. She wore her familiar bright blue-and-white top, under which was the body she knew was her. Her belt was tight around a large, round tummy, so fat that she had to tuck it into her clinging black pants. Her curvy hips shook while she looked herself over, felt a smile pulling over her lips. 

She was heavy, but Zelda liked being heavy. 

Wanted to be soft, wanted to be his.

She turned around, looking up towards the light.

The golden Triforce hung in the midnight black sky, power pushing outward unlike anything she’d ever seen. Zelda walked forward, clasping her hands nervously in front of her belly, wondering if this was the true power of the Goddesses. The strength of will she’d been told lay untapped within her.

There was someone else there. Zelda could feel her before she could see her, a shadow on the other side of the Triforce, just outside of the reach of its glow. A swarm of purple danced behind the other woman, highlight her round stomach and chubby legs. She wasn’t nearly the size of Zelda, but something was emanating from her. 

Power untold swam from the shade, pushing around her like a fury of storms.

There were others now, too. They were staring into the center, looking onto the Triforce.

She could hear something. She thought it was from the shade, but it sounded so far away. It was a girl, crying.

“Link!”

“Link!”

“Link…” 

Zelda blinked.

She was laying on her side in a dark, foreign room. The walls were the color of mud, with only a little lamplight to hold her sight. One of her arms was laying over her bare stomach, the other tucked beneath her pillow.

By her feet, a boy sat at the side of her bed, facing the door. In his sandy blonde hair he wore a sea blue veil, with the rest hanging unclasped over his shoulder. When she shifted, the springs of the hard mattress loosed a pitiful creak, drawing his bright blue eye.

“Link,” she whispered again, filled a sadness that she didn’t feel.

His mouth turned up at the corner, but the smile was hidden by the dark circle under his eye. 

And then she saw the bruises that covered his arm. She felt the pain in her leg, the soreness of her back.

Her mouth was dry, but her eyes had water enough to shimmer with tears. “Link…” she whispered, reaching out with her round fingers.

Zelda could hardly reach further than the curve of her stomach, but Link met her halfway. He held her soft hand in his strong one and nodded a fraction towards her teary smile.

She opened her mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. All she knew was her feelings, and right now she needed him.

Zelda pulled his arm towards her.

Link blinked, looking from her to the bed.

“Come here,” the princess ordered.

Her knight obeyed, turning until he kneeled at her side.

She had to scooch back, but she was able to use her heavy weight in her favor, pulling him up and onto the bed. “Lay down,” she whispered.

Link hesitated before nodding, then lifted his legs and lay on his side.

She looked at him. His handsome face was swollen. His bruises blackened on his shadowed skin. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair, coming up with the veil and pulling it free, then let her fingers graze his cheek.

After a moment, his hand began to slide over her stomach. Little shocks pleassurefully crawled up Zelda’s spine with his hand moving over her love handle, up to her doughy arm before resting on her chubby cheek.

Zelda was more than twice Link’s weight took up much more than half of the bed, but she couldn’t help feeling so much enjoyment from that. His entire body couldn’t reach up to her curvy hips.

Zelda giggled, feeling bigger every second as his eyes traveled up her figure with that open stare. When his eyes met hers, his smile finally reached up to his eyes.

“You saved me, didn’t you?” she asked.

A breath came out. He began to shrug but she tightened her grip in his hair and made him look at her.

“You’re my hero, Link,” she whispered. Her deepest thoughts escaping into the intimate room. “You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”

His soft smile seemed so sure, so confident.

It let Zelda ask the question she needed. But as she spoke, it transformed, as if saying it out loud, saying it to him, finally made her believe it. “And you’ll always be mine, won’t you.”

Link nodded.

Zelda leaned forward, bringing her forehead to his. Her tummy pressed against him, her leg intertwining between his. She felt his knees tighten over her thigh, holding her as she held him.

Zelda stared into her hero’s blue eyes and with butterflies floating through every inch of her tummy, she closed her eyes, and kissed him.

Heat poured over her, pulling her to him. His lips were dry, he smelled like sweat, but Zelda hardly noticed because the powerful thumping of her overwhelmed heart. The moment stretched into the night, feeling his hand passing through her hair before pulling her closer, and, slowly, bringing them apart.

Zelda looked into his warm blush. She’d have felt bad for his even brighter bruising, but there wasn’t enough room even in a girl her size for anything but giggling air.

Zelda felt like she was floating, with only her hero holding her down to the Earth, before reaching back in for another deep kiss.

It lasted longer this time. She felt his hand traveling back down to her stomach, pulling her against him. When they broke, Zelda’s face felt entirely flushed. Her lungs gasped for air, but she wanted to… to…

His messy hair looked perfectly disheveled, a lock falling over his forehead. His grin was so pleasant, so bright. And in his eyes, she could see the reflection of herself blushing and grinning and giggling before pulling him to her and resting her forehead against his chin.

Zelda had never kissed a boy before. It wasn’t something she’d completely considered, at least, not before these last few weeks. She remembered the ache of her dream, of the sadness inside, and held her Link closer.

He breathed, and she could feel him sniffing her hair.

“Stay with me,” she told him.

He didn’t respond, but she could feel the thoughts coming over him.

He shouldn’t be in bed with her. A knight should be on lookout, making sure nothing happened to his charge. He didn’t trust… wherever they were.

Zelda couldn’t find it in her to care.

“You’ve watched over me enough. Stay with me, now. I want nothing else.”

Into her hair, Link breathed a long sigh. She tightened her fingers into a fist, but he didn’t pull away. When she looked up, Link’s eyes were waiting for her.

He grinned, before looking over his shoulder.

Zelda looked at the wooden door set into the dark wall. She bit her lip, looking around the room.

Link’s Sheikah slate was one of the only points of illumination, laying on the floor near the clasped cookbook. Zelda’s eyes glazed over it, hardly noticing it was even there. The room was obviously a bedroom, with the backside of her bed set against the wall of the building. There was also a small rug and a few vases near the flickering lamp for show. Then, Zelda spied a desk, with a large wooden chair.

She looked up into Link, saw his inquisitive eyes.

“Stay,” she commanded.

Then, she made the effort of sitting up.

She was still getting used to being such a huge girl. It meant what little muscles she had were quickly overworked. Walking was an issue, and even standing for too long could be a problem for her feet. She didn’t realize how much weight she was putting onto Link’s chest until he hissed in discomfort.

“O-oh! I’m sorry!!” she fumbled, nearly falling back onto the mattress. She caught herself on the edge around him, grimacing and pawing over the bruise she’d been on. 

She was wholeheartedly surprised to hear his deep chuckle, grinning up at her like some teasing puppy with his big blue eyes.

Zelda pouted. “H-hey, don’t…” she paused, lifting herself a bit higher and releasing a few butterflies with her own giggle. “Don’t tease me. It’s mean,” she said, hiding her smile behind her hand.

He made to sit up but she placed a hand upon his chest. With the weight of a feather, she guided him back down.

“Stay,” she reminded.

Then, Zelda lifted one of her porky legs, bringing it over him. She hadn’t really understood the compromising position until her knee came down on the other side. With both of her hands at his shoulders, Zelda’s hair draped down, hiding the pair in their own private forest.

Her legs were squishing him from either side, tummy rolling over him like a blanket of wool. Unable to resist, Zelda leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time, and quicker than before because her arms were on fire. It was hard, but she pushed herself up and wobbled her other leg free.

Zelda’s bare foot plopped onto the cold floor. She gritted her teeth unpleasantly, “Oh, Link…” she muttered, turning on him. “You were sitting on this? It’s freezing. You should have… but no, you wouldn’t have.” She sighed. “From now on, please… rest with me.” 

Link didn’t respond, instead glancing uncomfortably away from her gaze.

Zelda felt the fluttering inside, the sparkling of his lips. She looked down at herself, then at the bed. “Do you need me to order you?” she asked, letting out a small laugh as his eyes returned. “Let me keep you warm. Okay?”

Zelda held him to that before he nodded just a tiny amount.

It filled the princess with chubby pride. She set both of her feet on the cold floor and, with a speed not unlike a sand seal, waddled over to the desk. She took the chair and dragged it behind her, going to the door.

The princess leaned the chair back, positioning it beneath the door handle. It toppled backward and clattered on the floor.

“Shoot,” she mumbled, her belly pinching while she bent over. 

The second attempt held, and Zelda tried to open the door to check it. The handle twisted but the legs caught, keeping the door shut.

“There we are,” Zelda puffed cheerfully, closing the door and clapping her hands. She turned back to Link.

Her heart started fluttering all over again.

He was just lying there, half raised on his arm. Zelda noticed the window for the first time as a ray of moonlight fell upon her hero, making his skin shine even brighter. His bruises were dulled and his toothy smile made him look almost divine.

Zelda had learned to walk like a lady. She had not learned how to walk like a fat lady, so when she tried to strut like a woman in power back to the bed, the effect was largely lost as her soft belly swooshed with her fatty hips jiggling.

But with how his eyes fell down to her tummy, Zelda considered the walk an overwhelming success. She cleared her throat, causing him to look back up and then away, with a slight blush heating him.

She couldn’t help giggling as she lowered herself back to the bed.

Zelda put her back to him, resting on the same side as when she’d awoken. But now, she felt her hero behind her, holding her to his chest and her hips to his waist. He put an arm beneath the pillows and the other over her side, and Zelda flashed back to that first belly rub as his fingers began to slowly spin in a circle around her tummy.

She felt Link’s face against the back of her head, his chin rest into the chub of her neck. His breathing was warm, steady and strong.

Her body felt as comfy and happy as a blazing hearth. Filled with hot air, filled with water, filled wit-

“I love you.”

Zelda opened her eyes. She looked at the empty room in the flickering light. Something inside of her gasped, unable to understand. But she had felt his lips move, felt the whisper of his words. It had happened.

Zelda pushed her butt back, up into him. With a tiny wiggle, she made sure that he was really there. Her hand went to his, still resting on her tummy, and their fingers clasped together. All of her will pushed into him. She wanted to give him everything, to give him all that she was and all that she ever would be.

“I love you too, Link.”