“Are you ready, your Grace?”



Impa asked Zelda, the young maiden having a faraway look in her eyes before being shaken back to the present by Impa’s gentle words. She had been sitting on a simple chair left in the Temple of Hylia in the distant past, the two having just escaped the clutches of the demon lord Ghirahim and escaped to the past, deciding to take a short break to catch their breath and let Zelda prepare for what laid ahead.

“What? Oh, yes, of course.” Zelda said uncertainly, hopping to her feet and brushing off her silky white dress, kept immaculately clean despite the two’s arduous journey. “I suppose I must be ready by now, mustn’t I?”

“We can wait as long as you like, your Grace.” Impa offered, knowing that her brave face was an act, but Zelda shook her head..

“No, I shouldn’t hesitate. Not after you’ve worked so hard for me.” Zelda said, stiffening her lip and slowly walking to the back of the temple, where the sealed chamber where she would finish her pilgrimage awaited her. “Besides, it’d be embarrassing if Link got here while I’m still making up my mind, wouldn’t it?”



“I cannot follow you any further, your Grace.” Impa said as the two reached the door, Zelda taking a deep breath before laying her hand on it.

“Whatever you’re worrying, know that the girl named Zelda and the Goddess Hylia are one and the same.” Impa decided to say, wanting to help even if she couldn’t follow her.

Zelda’s eyes widened, then a look of determination went over her delicate features.

“Then I’ll be right back!” She declared boldly, swinging the doors open and passing through. She walked without hesitation up to the slightly raised platform where a beam of golden, godly light fell, then put her hands together over her chest and began to pray.

Within moments, Zelda began to feel a power swelling within your, surging as the goddess’s plan to reincarnate in the body of an ordinary girl came to fruition and she resumed her godly form. However, the swelling feeling Zelda felt coursing through her seemed to be more literal than she had expected, and within moments, Zelda felt her clasped hands start to be pushed outward. She couldn’t help but open her eyes, and watched as her hands were pushed slowly but steadily forward away from her chest, although certainly not away from her breasts, which to her shock seemed to be bulging outward, rapidly gaining size and mass as she went from petite than bustier than the largest woman on Skyloft with no sign of slowing down.

Zelda could only watch as the nails on her hand started to grow longer, darkening to a deep shiny red until they reached one, then two inches long and she finally released them out of shock, breasts starting to push her elegant dress to its limits as the chest became uncomfortably tight. But she couldn’t focus on her breasts for long, as she began to feel her panties dig into the flesh of her hips and behind, realising that her hips were now wider than her shoulders and her butt was inflating to match. She quickly went beyond a bubble butt, pushing out the back of her dress into two huge, wobbling spheres that like her breasts refused to stop growing.

Her slender thighs plumpened, each one swelling to be as thick as her waist, overflowing with thickness as they rubbed against each other and began to rapidly approach each individually being as thick as her entire body’s width had been when she entered the room. She clutched each thigh with her hands, unable to cover even a quarter of them with her delicate hands, and felt the end of her fingertips start to dig in as they grew even more. She gasped as there was a loud tearing sound and her breasts finally tore free of their uncomfortably stuffed container, flopping outwards as each began to resemble the prized pumpkins aboard Skyloft, perhaps better compared to the rare and exotic fruit called a melon that was a luxury food in Skyloft. And still they grew, and grew, and grew, her puffy nipples thick as a finger and her areolae the size of her palm.

Unfortunately for the utterly befuddled Zelda, unable to quite grasp her godliness flowing into her in such a dramatic fashion, there was almost no part of her body left unscathed. She gasped as she felt her waist cinch inward, halving in width as became impossibly waspish in waist, far too small to carry the enormous assets she now carried, practically proof of her goddesshood right then and there. Despite her mouth gaping, she had to widen it further to stop her lips from pressing against each other as she realised they too were growing incredibly puffy, as if stung by a dozen bees all at once. They dominated the lower half of her face, nearly brushing against her nose as she pressed the impossibly soft halves together, turned glossy and as ruby red as her fingernails. With how large they were you could have seen her makeup from the other side of the Sealed Grounds, and the rest of her face’s image was soon to match. Her eyelashes grew outward, darkening and thickening while thick mascara was applied to them to make them even darker, as if she had two tiny fans that fluttered whenever she blinked, and when she closed her eyes a layer of pink eyeshadow as thick as paint could be shown to complete the patch around her eyes that stood out almost as much as her plump lips.  The rest of her face was caked in makeup, all possible blemishes and imperfections erased from her already flawless goddess skin in an exaggerated display that matched the over the top femininity of the rest of her body.

The sides of her dress tore as well, her hips bursting out as she reached three times her old width and began to wonder if she’d even be able to fit through the door to meet Impa again. At the back her ass had become two massive wobbling orbs as big as her torso, pushed out far enough to balance an enormous tray on quite handily and cutting an impressive silhouette of excess. Finally, her already long hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, stopping just short of the floor and kept clean by her godly aura, expanding in width as it became more and more voluminous until it spread from shoulder to shoulder in silky waves, while the thick locks that graced the sides of her head exploded free of their braids and grew in length too until they reached her knees, thrice as thick as well. Her straight bangs grew thicker, but refrained from growing longer as well as to not obscure her vision, although they did obscure her heavily painted eyebrows at times.

Zelda let out a deep moan as power and pleasure welled up inside of her, her dress almost reduced to rags as it struggled to hang onto her body, the sleeves practically the only unscathed part, and she quickly cast it to the floor, now inadequate and only serving to hide her divine body. In that moment Zelda knew that she was Hylia and Hylia was her, her body purified in holy waters to become a fitting vessel, and one that she knew that Hylia was more than pleased with. She stepped out of the light, her heart beating fast, her thighs jiggling, breasts bouncing, and ass wobbling in an ostentatious display that sent every part of her moving with a mere single step.

Despite the totality of her new existence being taken in, there was one particular wry thought left over from the old Zelda as she explored her new body: She would never be mistaken for an average girl ever again, that was for sure.

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Impa tapped her foot anxiously as she waited outside, resisting the urge to look in. Finally she was spared the tension of waiting as she heard Zelda’s footsteps approaching the door. She stepped back from the door and got down on one knee, her eyes closed and her head lowered as the door swung open.

“Welcome, my Goddess.” She said, slowly raising her head and opening her eyes… and quickly found that containing her expression upon seeing said goddess would be the hardest task of her career.

“Impa!” Zelda yelled in a most un-goddess-like way. She was flushed bright red thicker than her makeup could contain, her arms desperately trying to contain her breasts. “You didn’t tell me Hylia was this big!”

Impa began to sweat.

“Well, you see, my Goddess, your figure does match the legends, I must admit.” Impa stammered. “As well as the traditional artwork, but I had assumed that it was, um, more of an artistic interpretation…”



“It’s most certainly artistic, I'll give you that!” Zelda moaned. “Sure, this was popular back then, but what will Link think if he sees me now?”

“I have it on good authority that men of all eras always have and always will prefer women with larger, uh, assets, my Goddess.” Impa swore as confidently as she possibly could.

“Then my first command as your goddess is to find me something that fits! Make it if you have to!” Zelda pointed a painted nail at Impa, who gawked at Zelda’ enormous breast falling heavily the moment she let go.

“Y-yes, my Goddess!”