So over the last half a year or so, i’ve subconsciously been making a story based off of the first three images you see here. Seenn, I like build up in my adult content. Tension, stakes and (in the case of corruption) the eventual forgoing of those stakes and responsibilities in exchange for pleasure.

I find that a lot of porn I see in general, especially here, lacks any context or story. So much so that I have to make stories based off of what I see because it’s so unsatisfying. So… here’s the one I made for this, in bullet points. I have come to quite like it.

\- Zelda goes through the beginning of TOTK again, but instead, this time, she picks up the secret stone; and its tainted with red. As soon as she closes her fist around it, it absorbs into her. It then begins to change her. When she falls, she doesn’t notice that her clothing has become a tad… tighter.

(Side note: I do like a spice of “inflation” in my stories. It’s not what you are thinking it is - likely being the “ogh im sooo bigg” kind -; but instead it’s there to represent PHYSICALLY the descent into lust. It’s not a massive growth that I imagine. It simply takes the form of the bodies slowly becoming more voluptuous over time. Higher bra size, wider hips, a small amount more fat… just a small spice of growth makes it, for me, really intensify the feeling of ramping-up lust. Like a fertility aspect kind of. In the beginning I imagine her ti have completely normal human proportions with zero goon-age, and at the end she looks like (a little bit tamer than) what she’s depicted as.)

Continuing on:

\-As she travels to the past, the time she is placed in is not that of the king and queen, but instead that of gannondorf. A time where hyrule has to retreat from the land, and hide. Zelda finds herself uncharacteristically distracted by a strange tightness and slight warmth - a gift from the corrupted stone - that seems to be present everywhere. She doesn’t realize her breasts have grown until it snaps her tight bra.

\-As she confusedly searches for the non-yet-existent settlements of Hyrule, she finds herself fidgeting with herself when she doesn’t realize- whenever she isn’t paying attention her hand drifts to her now overly sensitive nipples. First one hand, then eventually the other. She denies it at first, confused at the strange impulse; but eventually it becomes so present that she questions why it feels so *good.* It didn’t feel like this in times past, when alone in those dark hours. Not like this.

\-Over hours, maybe even days, she notices less and less her hands caressing her body; becoming used to the sensation and the heat it makes. Eventually… she can no longer push it away. Scientifically - though the “science” approach she justified was simply an excuse - she began to test her body. 

First, her skin. It was slightly softer, even as a hylian it was unusual. It also felt… tingly. Warm.

Second, she let her arms drift to her slightly larger breasts again, and her nipples thereon. They were sensitive, almost as much as… nevermind. It felt warm, and comforting to touch them. She began to speed up a bit, when…

A bokoblin appears.

\-She finds herself helpless. A stick is all she finds in this forest, to fend off the feral threat. It charges her so fast that she doesn’t even notice its erection. She would defend herself, and the people of Hyrule. For link. For hylia. But it was too fast. Out of panic, she extends her hand, to draw upon that power she has felt waning… and then she tenses as a shock of malice darts through her. The stone… it has locked off her abilities entirely. She falls to her face, as the Bokoblin descends on her. As she begins to right herself, she gets up on her arms and knees, and feels a massive length along her belly. Grotesque, feral… smelly. It rubs against her soft skin. Her overly sensitive skin. And… somewhere else, where the heat in her pools. Where she has been ignoring. As she panics, and tris to scramble away, the heat makes her legs too weak. Her pussy… it’s *quivering.* Never has this happened, has it reacted like this without anything even touching it. As the bokoblin grabs her head to prevent her escape, her thoughts of justice and Hyrule are interrupted by the slight movements of its cock. It sends electricity up her body, so intense that it threatens to consume. She is scared of this feeling that she feels, but then she hears a voice.

\-This voice sounds like her, and she mistakes it for her own thoughts. But it comes from the stone. From the malice. Whispers of pleasure, of submission. She questions why, in this moment, she is thinking such thoughts, thoughts she wouldn’t-

Then it penetrates her. And everything turns pink. 

\-She wouldn’t like this… She can’t submit to this feeling… but the voice whispers that “it feels so good… I want more…” and she mistakes it for her own. “Why? Oh… why does it-nhh…” she thinks as she only feels pleasure from this feral creature. Her near-chaste life has made it normal that something like this, especially this… size… would ruin her. Pain, unimaginable. But there is none. Just wet, goopy pleasure. All she hears is a noise from inside her ears, emanating from the nether regions of her pleasured body- a swallowing sound that reminds her of butter, churning in the villages link is from. But its muffled, and deep. Deep inside her. All the way to her womb… “*It feels so good…”* the stone whispers and the Bokoblin repositions her. She begins to moan, despite what she really wants. Or is it? She can’t tell anymore. Link… Purah… its all so blurry… so wet… so… \**Shlk… Shlk… Shlk…\** Her rational thoughts are buried by the noise. The noise and the stone.

And she falls. 

\-After she wakes, a feeling is left. Dread, mostly; but also a lingering pleasure. Like a reminder, of the depth of it. She finds her hand in her breast again, but- huh? Her… her breasts are bigger. Ever so slightly, than before… she feels it. She knows it very well, as they were never very large. But it’s grown, since last she touched it. Slightly. And, as she begins to walk, she feels an almost imperceptible wobble in her walk. Her thighs… are they larger too? Now that she thinks about it, towards the end of that… experience… she felt something change, when it reached it height. As she reminisces, her hand drifts once more.

\-The following days are ones of pent up lust, and frustration. The stone now fully ingrained in her, the roots it weeds in her body are slowly changing her very being. Though she does not know this. She does not know that when she came during that experience, it grew her body an almost imperceptible amount she finds herself nearly forgetting that it happened, as she now strides nakedly, as her clothes were shredded by that feral… *beast… mh…-* throughout the uninhabited hyrule. She survives on the rations she brought down with link, and is comfortable. All except one thing. That feeling never left. In fact, it has grown since last time. Over days, she fondles herself more and more, rougher and rougher, from subconscious, to “science”, to plain lust, she eventually falls to it. Falling to the forest floor, she rubs herself, roughly and needily. It’s intense, and as she finishes… the feeling does not go away, this time. In fact… it almost *itches*. Its bugging her, driving her mad. She cant focus on getting back to link like this. She can’t help herself. She masturbates every day, then twice a day, then three… four… sometimes she falls and rubs herself for hours on end. And its never enough. Not like that… *monster* was.

\-She can’t get its cock out of her mind. The waves of heat… the pounding, buttery sensation… it was like it completed her. Everything else drifted away… she… she can’t resist anymore. She needs it. She **NEEDS it.** There’s a camp she’s been avoiding, if barely. They have food, which she’s short on. Maybe…maybe she can trade for food… trade… mmh…. No. Who is she kidding. *She* is the one who would gain from the deed. 

So she falls.

\-Waking up, her breasts are larger again if only slightly. She feels greater… more intense. The heat remains, but the satisfaction clouds her mind still, like alcohol. Dulls her thoughts. So much so that she doesn’t ming the bokoblin carrying her through the forest, towards that castle. That… that castle? Where is this monster taking her?! 

\-She resists and panics, but the higher-level bokoblin’s grip is iron. She cannot move, cannot fight… and the warmth dulls her muscles, like moving in tar… As she crosses the threshold of the throne room, a man, green-skinned and muscled, sits casually, a wide, evil grin spread across the face that rests on his fist. The man is… attractive. She cannot deny that. Wait… why is she-? Dammit all! The voice is imperceptible at this point. A part of her. Almost a guiding force. Towards the depth of lust. As the man recites his terms for her safe shelter in this place, she is distracted by the bulk of his form.. despite her best self. She agreed to the terms she did not listen to.

\- Later, still naked in a grimly yet luxuriously decorated bedroom, she waits for what seems like an eternity. Lying on her back. Her body is warm. Her mind is beginning to clear, though. She wonders how it came to this. She is going to have to pleasure that man, now. As long as she stays here. Why did she agree to that? Why? It’s so… “*big….”.* What? What’s big? His…?

She becomes distracted.

\-Later, the man enters the room. She lies naked in the bed, anxious to his arrival. She thinks of link, now. Her other… who she has not seen in so long. She can’t even remember the last things they said, its so… 

**Big**. As the man unsheathes the shaft, her suspicions are confirmed. Its **big.** Bigger than the bokoblin’s. And bigger than…

Then her mouth is on it. Tears confusingly in her eyes, she fulfills her duty. The warmth grows. And she does as well. The man is intense. His form shadows her entire body, and her heart races as he does so. Even so, she denies all attempts at intimacy, especially kissing. She cannot… for him. But he is still amazing. Her mouth tingles after feeling his length. A similar feeling to what once was only localized to her groin, is now if that intensity all across her body; and greater so where it once was of this intensity. Her sensitivity, and pleasure, are slowly rising. It feels so good… the voice constantly echoes. He mouth beats with pleasure. Then, he is done. She managed to stave his entrance into her, for now. But she still climaxed. Her breasts, while she holds them in her hands, grow again. A little larger. A little more jiggly. And, as she moves to the wardrobe, her gained curves visibly move as she does.

\-The dress is revealing. Not of her taste. But it was the last revealing one there. A straight red, it clings tightly to her growing form. Stretching across her body, every eye that peers on her can see her form wobble as she walks. And she… she is warm as they watch. Still, the feeling stays with her. Intensifies. She cannot deny its allure any longer. She feels like even if she were somehow, impossibly, to go back to her home, she may not even wish it gone. The voice whispers to her to pose for them, so bend over and let them “accidentally” see… and she barely denies it. Stubbornly, she retains herself.

\-That night, the man arrives again, as she stands on the balcony of her beautiful room. He calls upon her again, but she instead gathers herself, and asks for a way to go home. He laughs. Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts as he asks her “who do you think brought you here, girl?” A wave of pleasure rocks her from her womb as the gemstone pulls her to her knees. The man recounts her entire story so far, from the teleportation to now. He did it. He placed this power in her. He made the voice in her head. He makes her grow, in pleasure. And that pleasure numbs her thoughts. Her thoughts of the man she was with. His name… link, it was. She can barely hold on to his image as tears stream down her face. And… as other wetness streams down her legs. She is so… so hot. So supple. So… horny. She taken the man’s words in, but they seem not like mocking jabs at her fate, but instead promises of more of that feeling. That amazing feeling that feels so, so good… She barely notices the man lift her onto the bed, but her thoughts clear as she straddles his length. Gannondorf… his cock is lining her stomach. Link is waiting for her… and her face contorts in pleasure as her full awareness is clashed with lust. Her body moves with the dance, with her descent. It jiggles so hypnotically, she cannot focus on anything else. Then that and the cock. The sound, deep within her… her moans release in loud, wet bursts. And the man looks on in glee.

And she falls once more.

\-The following weeks are a blur. The man comes more and moe frequently, the periods of awareness dulled more and more by the constant pleasure. The dress no longer fits her like it once did, wrapping snugly. Now it threatens to break with every wobbly step. She is not encumbered by her weight, as it is not out of control. Where she started as a normal, pathetic female, she now stands beautiful and voluptuous. Her breasts are quintuple the size they once were, and they frequently slip out of the tight garments she wears. Her hips sway back and forth as she walks, and she frequently takes pleasure in letting passersby see her. She still tried to study, but now it is for Gannondorf. She studies the sword that appeared at that altar, slowly corrupting it with her magic. She studies the stone within her, as to eventually send it to herself in the future. And most of all… she studies how she can greater pleasure that man, in all of his glory.

\-On her final night of self, she studies that glory, in a haze of warmth. Her mind fights to retain her memories of her past… but the studies are more important. The man meets her there, in the library. Requests her once more. And she cannot help the smile that creases her lips.

She lies down in bed, in a more seductive position that she ever would have done before. Her heart beats furiously for that length, the voice in her head now her own thoughts. That hero she travelled with… he was important to her. So important… but as the cock enters her, the important muddies. He is important… but not as important as this size. She can’t even remember anything anymore. But he can’t have been as good as this. As big as this.

So she falls.

A Zelda Corruption story I’ve compiled of late