All characters depicted are 100+. This story contains kink-related themes.

"I was wondering if you were going to show..."

The blonde, lithe man turns to the shadows, where a slim and well-endowed figure approaches. He inhales quickly, initially moving for his sword before relaxing. He is caught off guard not by her voice, or the fact that she appeared from within his own empty home, but what she is wearing.

The so-called princess smiles at him, her immaculate blonde hair tied up in a braid and high ponytail. Large hoop earrings shine upon her ears and a gold necklace outlines her neck. Sheer stockings hug her legs, while a loose, sky blue piece of cloth covers her bosom. The same blue barely hides her privacy.

"I have been waiting for you..."

She beckons him forward. He obliges. They are standing in front of one another, with her looking down at him, wearing a serene smile.

She gently pushes him backward onto the table. He acquiesces to her touch. Her warmth touches his cheek and he breathes easily. Her hands quickly but softly move all over him. He can feel the warmth on his skin, all over his body.

As he lays still, eyes closed, he can hear a crinkling. He opens his eyes and can feel her nudging his legs. He obliges and lifts his rear off the table. The crinkling continues, until it envelops his entire lower half. He feels as though he's sitting atop the petals of a great fairy. It's a lovely sensation. Nurturing. Safe.

The blonde princess closes the soft cloud, securing him within. The man looks up, staring back lovingly at her face. She looks down at him, her expression serene as ever. She pulls out a small tablet, covered in familiar runes.

"Are you enjoying this my sweet? Is this everything you ever wanted? Are you my hero or..."

The princesses' face darkens as her smile turns sinister as she touches the tablet. The runes glow as does a familiar symbol upon the diaper.

"A FOOL!"

The princess is enveloped in a cloud of smoke. The hero can feel various items thrust upon his hands and feet, round objects preventing him from moving them.

As the smoke clears, the hero can see that he is surrounded by others. But most prominently before him, his belly bulging, his stance epic, his presence magnificent is...

"MASTER KOHGA!" The others cry in unison.

The Yiga Clan head stands over the hero, triumphant, mocking. The Yiga Clan symbol marks the hero's diaper, signifying Kohga's victory.

"WELL?!? Does the fool have anything to say for himself?!"

The hero's mouth is agape, before his face turns red with fury. Then he is enveloped in smoke.

The Yiga Clan members cough as the smoke clears. They gasp. Laying before them, muscles heaving against their bonds, sitting in a Yiga Clan diaper is...

"GANONDORF?!?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"