Bonus Zelda On Top

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“Link.” Zelda sniffed as she waddled by her husband. The pouty princess passed by the blonde knight, without another word. The small hallway was filled with her gasps for air and the slap of her buttcheeks. Zelda all but filled the hallway with her girth. Possibly the only thing small about the princess was her short golden hair. The rest of her blossomed forth in unbridled Size and excess. She was now a princess of peacetime, no longer needing to curb her appetite. The people of Hyrule were no longer suffering under the Calamity, thus she was free to unleash her appetite. At well over 900 pounds it was incredible that the young maiden was still able to stand, let alone waddle in an aggrieved huff. 

Link followed after Zelda, putting his arms out in a show of confusion. A sharp “Hmph!” and a curt shake of Zelda’s head was all the answer he got. The massive princess continued down the hallway, she wore little more than a blue nightdress emblazoned with the crest of the royal family was all Zelda wore. It was all she could wear. Her royal blubber expanded at such a drastic rate that the tailors of the kingdom had given up. Zelda, surprisingly ok with revealing her fat, had taken quickly to revealing garments. She waddled now with little more than her breasts and half of her gut covered. The princess’ dimpled rear and sagging gut were on display for all. Though, at the moment, only a confused Link was in the hallway. 

Zelda felt her body rolling like a ship as she lurched along. She was thickly coated in blubber, wearing it like several parkas stack on each other. Her shoulders sucked her neck fat in whilst her breasts merged with love handles, making it such that her barrel-thick arms were never held at less that 85 degrees. Her chubby feet thumped on the rug covered stone. Zelda felt the rolls that had overtaken her ankles kiss the floor. Meanwhile, a draft from an open window blew her too-small dress up. An icy, ethereal hand caressed her buttcheeks. Her short, golden hair stood on end as the wind from the open window continued to feel her corpulent body up. Zelda tried to maintain her composure not wanting to be horny in front of Link. After his recent behavior, he was not going to be blessed with her rampant and raging sexuality. 

Zelda was the kingdom’s most historic princess in many ways. She had seen it through the greatest hardships, inspiring and loving her people. Though that love had not faded, she had slowly become known for other things. Hyrules's Horny Heiress was a title that was banded about by many of the servers. Food might have been top of mind for Zelda, but other things were not far off. “Oh this draft!” The behemoth blonde crumbled quickly, placing her body before the window. Cool breeze flowed from the plains of Hyrule to graze her skin and caress her folds. The wind ran the length and width of her body, slyly infiltrating her rolls. “Someone. . .oooooh. . .should close. . .whoooo. . .this!” Zelda reached for the window, but only so that the breeze might visit her more. 

Her hair whipped about. Her golden locks were frizzy and ill kempt. Going hand in hand with her title of horninest princess, Zelda was also Hyrule’s laziest. Days would go by without her brushing her hair. In the meantime, she would let it fly loose, with it sticking about like straw. She had a sleepy, bed ready look at all times. Her chins often wobbled because of yawns and sighs. She and her army of bed warmers spent hours breaking and busting the frames of the castle. Once abed, the princess could not be woken under any circumstances other than her own choice. Today she was only up before noon because of her frustration with Link. The frustration she now tried to remove via the open window. 

Zelda's gut flooded across the stonework, warming it. The little nightdress she wore seemed only to get smaller as her bulky arms raised. She twisted and turned in the wind, allowing her body to be caressed. As Zelda bathed in the wind, it was not hard to see why her titles had changed. It took a unique woman to be turned on by the simple passing of the breeze. Zelda was by far the fattest Princess in Hyrule’s history and came with a libido to match. Though, normally it was quelled by Link. Today, however, Zelda was doing anything to avoid calling on her loyal knight for his traditional services. “Aaaah. . .someone. . .is. . .ooooh liable to catch. . .a cold.” Zelda moaned, gyrating her immense body upon the stonework. It was hardly the most obscene thing the nymphomaniac princess had done. She had eaten away her sense of royal decorum along with much of the castle's storehouse. She widened her legs and slumped onto the window sill. Zelda considered trying to stroke her own sex, but she was Far too fat for that. Sex came from others. 

The window shut quickly and with a bit of attitude. Link pushed it in, standing next to his gigantic lover. Zelda’s ass was thrust back, in a position he had been invited to sample on many occasions. Today, however, he seemed to be denied. “Open that. It's going to get stuffy.” Zelda huffed, starting to push her over-sexed body off of the ledge. Though still yearning for the feel of the wind against her supple bulk, she chose pouting and being angry at Link over further sexual satisfaction. She could glut her anger out later. Food was the best supplement for feelings. Zelda did shiver as the window was opened, Link doing as she commanded without hesitation. “Hmmph!” Hyrules' horniest princess turned her nose up again. However, she could not move fast enough to prevent Link from getting around her. 

“You, Sir Knight, are in my way!” Zelda always resorted to titles when she got frustrated. “Please remove thyself and allow the royal Personage to move!” She put her hands on her meaty hips and thrust her gut forward. Though obscenely fat, lusty, and partially dressed Zelda could still summon her royal vigor. Her gut sloshed forward, working as a bouncer to try and push Link away. The Hylian wrecking ball made contact with the slim but muscular man and pushed him back. Zelda sniffed and started to waddle forward, thrusting her belly out again. Deep under her layers of wounded pride and fat, burning lust was springing up again. The lovestruck, horny princess could not help but gush over the feeling of her own fat against her smaller boy toy. It was such a pity he had been so rude. “Away!” She yelled again, bouncing Link to the side. 

Zelda started to waddle in earnest out of the room. She wanted to make it to the feeding hall, where she might either douse or stoke the fire between her loins with food. She could eat for hours, hands ducking between her thighs strategically between meals. Her blush would grow until she had to work it out. Usually, by that point she would call for Link. It was ever his job to top her off and see her through to completion. However, today she was doing her best to ignore the role of her famed knight and protector. The begging please of her sex would go unanswered, though her thighs remained thick and slick. That is, until Link took further action.

“You may go.” Zelda was cold. Her butt sloshed, bidding Link a fond and dimpled farewell. “Make yourself useful by polishing. . .AAAAH! LINK!” Zelda bellowed as she felt a peevish finger slide up the length of her buttcrack. It followed the warped, dimpled trail until flicking the source of the canyon. Zelda's messy bedhead stood further on end. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in utter sexual joy. Her pussy pulsated, anger and lust melding together. She turned, gigantic body seeming to grow further as rage came upon her. “You would. . .would. . .would dare to handle my royal body like that!” Zelda spluttered. She stamped, her weight almost cracking the stone under her. “And after all your INSOLENT gossip the night before.” The sleepy, horny, grumpy princess crossed her pillowy arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “You have some nerve.”

Link, perplexed by what Zelda was saying, waved his arms. He made a zipping motion across his lips. Finally, he returned to crossing his arms. 

“What?! Don't lie to me.” Zelda cross her arms and raised her thick face. “I KNOW you talked about my weight. YOU said that you would never let me get on top because I would squash you.” Zelda turned away, but slyly opened one eye. She saw the look of confusion on his face. Zelda closed her eye. “It's disrespectful to speak of my body and our intimacy like that. I would never even bother to do such lewd and awful things with you.” Zelda again opened an eye. She had filled the castle with lewd exploits, many of which included Link. She drank in the confusion like fattening milk. “As if I would ever waste my time getting on such a scrawny body.” Zelda pushed two hands into her hanging gut. She wobbled its cascading bulk. “The royal weight is only for the best and most experienced, after all.”

Link stood on his toes in order to get past all of Zelda's fat. He was used to the lazy, spoiled woman's flights of fancy. However, he could not let slander go by. He pulled her arms apart and tapped her nose until she opened her eyes. With every bit of sincerity, Link used hand motions to explain he had not been gossiping. Further, he had never once said anything about his lazy, unkempt girlfriends hair or body. She was a mattress of fluff and fun. From when she had been uptight and serious to now, obese and slothful, he had loved her. 

“Very. . .likely.” Zelda had a hard time maintaining her facade through Links explanation and her own sex's tweaks of pleasure. Her resolve finally broke enough to speak again. “Lie down then!” She huffed, starting to lift her gut. It moved like many layers of blankets folded improperly on one another. “We will settle this right now!” She huffed. “Let me on top.”