“This had better be worth my time, o servant of mine.” Princess Zelda said, making an odd sight in the castle as she was led by the hand from her throne room through the castle, her expression entirely unamused as the curvy imp that ushered her along trotted along with her stubby legs at a rapid pace that Zelda merely needed to match with her normal stride. She might have looked like a mother being pulled along by a needy child, were the imp not so absurdly stacked, with tits and ass that put any Hylian woman to shame save perhaps for a certain bar owner in Hyrule Castle Town. She had puffy lips and a cute face, with sandy brown hair that fell down to her narrow back to differentiate herself from the other imp that resided in the castle, similar in stature and proportions.

“It totes is, like, trust me!” The imp said, with an ass you could see from Lake Hylia and milky tits that would have been nearly the size of her head, were her head not so cartoonishly large on such a small body. “You’ll love this one, mistress- I mean, princess!”

It was an odd sight indeed, but the full context for the scene made it even more difficult to explain. The one being dragged along by the hand was technically Zelda, but in form only, for her body had been possessed by the king of evil himself, Ganondorf. After the defeat of his servant Zant he had taken to the physical realm himself to complete his conquest, easily taking possession of the princess with the intent of mocking the hero and his companion with the form of the one they intended to rescue. However, the story got more complicated from there. His servant had left him one final parting gift, and by the time the so-called hero showed up to oppose him, both he and the former princess of Twilight had been reduced to vapid, airheaded imps with tits for brains and no common sense.

As a result the two had been easily batted aside by a form that Ganondorf had intended to be more insult than injury, spared only on a whim for Ganondorf’s own amusement, delighting in seeing how far they had fallen and declaring them his servants. At the time he’d decided that they should be his jesters, but after over a month of living in the castle with them, he was no longer laughing.

Ganondorf had decided to permanently decide in Zelda’s body, figuring that it neatly solved the problem of how to assume control over Hyrule without encountering any pockets of resistance as the kingdom still believed that their princess was in charge, as well as meaning he didn’t have to worry about the princess herself, for her consciousness was sleeping peacefully as long as he remained in her body. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the experience of going from a burly Gerudo man to a dainty, delicate young woman at the peak of feminine beauty, but that was an emotion to be fully addressed later, and for now his motivations were, supposedly, purely pragmatic.

However, he, or now she as it became easier to think of himself as in order to avoid any undue gaffes around those not in the know, found that actually ruling Hyrule was more difficult than she’d thought. She’d never actually ruled a kingdom before, having had his plans subverted by the hero and princess as children after they’d discovered his plans ahead of time, thanks to knowledge gained from a timeline where he’d ruled Hyrule with an iron grip for seven years. But even in that scenario he’d reigned over a kingdom battered into submission, where brutality was the fastest and easiest solution to his question of just how to enjoy ruling the land. Here, she had to do things the old fashioned way, and it was proving to be quite the handful with all the ministers, lords, ladies, taxes, and economic plans she suddenly had to manage with only Zelda’s buried memories assisting to keep things straight. Questions of conquering nearby kingdoms would have to wait until she had her head on straight with the kingdom she already owned.

In order words, while Ganondorf was enjoying her subtle reign, it left her with precious little time for trifles like two formerly heroic imps who were as dumb as a rock and twice as giggly. Once the novelty of her foes being reduced to such a pathetic state wore off, she was left with the question of what to actually do with them in the long term. She’d eventually settled for letting them roam around the castle freely, although they weren’t allowed to leave, but was considering throwing them in the dungeon if they became any more of a headache than this free reign had resulted in.

While too physically feeble to fight Ganondorf and too dim to figure out how to restore themselves, Link and Midna had nonetheless taken it upon themselves to dispose Ganondorf, trying what could only be declared as various hare-brained schemes to get him out of Zelda’s body via poorly conceived trickery and bullheaded brute force. Somehow they kept getting their hands on the Master Sword despite him repeatedly locking it away, but with their dainty limbs couldn’t swing the thing hard enough to hurt her, and Midna wielded the Fused Shadow with all the grace of a drunken ballet dancer, serving only to cause a mess the one time she’d managed to seize it and turn it upon Ganondorf for a rematch.

Ganondorf had laughed it off at the time, as did she towards their terrible attempts to convince him to vacate Zelda’s body, but the problem with dealing with a couple of heroic bimbos was that they were too dumb to know when to quit. She’d had to deal with assassination attempts in bed and during meetings, what felt like hours of half-baked reasoning why he should give Zelda’s body a break and perhaps take a vacation, until she felt like her head would split if she had to deal with these idiots any longer.

As a result, although she was calm on the outside, as befitting Zelda’s dignity, she was on the verge of seriously losing her patience on the inside.

“It’s just in here, princess! After you!” Link said, pointing towards a seemingly random door. Ganondorf wasn’t completely familiar with the castle yet, but she was fairly sure this led to a storage closet. “Just through here! You’re gonna be, like, really surprised and happy by what’s behind this door!”

“I had better be.” Ganondorf said with gritted teeth and venom in her feminine voice that was scarier than his growl in his usual body. “But let me ask you first, little imp.”



“Uh, yeah, what is it?” Link asked, sounding nervous. “I get it if you really wanna know ‘cause I made it sound so awesome and stuff, but I’m not gonna spoil the surprise. That’s what makes it, like, a surprise.”

“I’m sure I’ll be quite happy with whatever you’ve decided to place behind this door.” Ganondorf said with careful patience. “Just as long as it isn’t yet another one of your idiotic attempts to take my life. It isn’t one of those, is it?”



“Uh… of course not!” Link said unconvincingly.

“I am a patient man-... woman.” Ganondorf corrected herself. “But one could easily see how even somebody like myself could become irritated by the foolishness of one who fails to realise that they cannot be killed, nor convinced to give up their ambitions so easily. Do you understand that?”



“Uh…” The imp stammered. “I, like, guess so?”



“Therefore, it is important that whatever is behind this door does not disappoint me.” Ganondorf said, handing the former hero a lifeline. “It is especially important that whatever is behind this door, it doesn’t involve trying to kill me. Do you understand? I will forgive anything as long as it isn’t that. If you’re lucky, I may even forgive you calling out to Midna or whoever may be in that room, telling them that your current surprise is cancelled and that you intend to come back later with a better one. Understand?”

Link didn’t know that it was possible for Zelda’s beautiful face to look so scary when she smiled like that. Her lips were curled upwards in a terrible grin, a vein looking like it was about to pop above her delicate eyebrows. Perhaps it was Zelda’s influence that she could inspire so much terror without threatening physical violence, as Link was sure that the regular Ganondorf probably would have grabbed her by the neck and snarled at them for the duration of that speech had they not been inhabiting the princess.

“I, um, like, I, uh, I totally understand! It’s definitely not any of those things! I would never! I’ve learned my lesson!” Link tried to confidently insist, feeling even tinier underneath her. “I just really wanna make it up to you, you know, as like, your jester! Since you look stressed ‘an all!”

Then, shockingly, Ganondorf relaxed. Her face smoothed out again, and she took a deep breath.

“Yes, I’m quite sure it’s an amusement at worst.” Ganondorf said, a hand placed on her chest as she exhaled. “Not even you would be stupid enough to ignore my warnings after I’ve made myself so clear. Who could possibly be so foolish? Yes, I’m sure this is just another one of your mediocre attempts at humour. Perhaps it’ll even be something genuinely amusing. Yes, I’m sure it will be.”

Ganondorf-in-Zelda opened the door, took a step through with a lightened heart and a smile on her face, and immediately took one step to the side, the Master Sword falling with and embedding itself in the wooden floorboards where she’d been standing a moment earlier.

“Aha! Take that, you big dummy!” Midna yelled as she let go of the sword she’d been straining to carry for so long, hovering just above the door. “More like king of stupid- uh oh.”

The Master Sword, having fallen with barely any force, tilted over and fell flat on the ground. There was a moment of terrible, painfully long silence after the clattering ceased, Link standing with her thick thighs pressed against each other as she seized up, unsure of whether to enter fight or flight mode. Midna flew out of the room and cowered behind her accomplice, her bravado instantly draining out of her curvaceous body. The two shared similar faces, and both were filled with fear at the realisation that they were as dumb as Ganondorf frequently told them they were. Then, Zelda turned redder than Din’s Ruby, her unnaturally pale skin that had resulted from her possession making her flushed face even brighter and angrier.

“I have had enough!” Ganondorf shrieked, her voice nearly breaking glass as she seized the two by their hair and lifted them off the ground with squeals of protest. It was unclear if she’d inherited Ganondorf’s strength or was so angry that she gained strength beyond her slender arms and lack of muscle would normally permit, but either way the two imps were suspended and flailing helplessly, unable to break Zelda’s grip with their tiny hands.

“Do you two have any idea how fortunate you are? Do you have any idea how easily I could have slain you two at any point, yet choose to keep you alive anyway? Even long after you ceased to offer any sort of amusement that justified my kindness!?” Zelda demanded, not permitting either to break eye contact with her even as they tried to look away. “And yet how many times have you tried to vanquish me? How many of my precious minutes have been stolen away listening to your inane prattling? How many times have I woken up in the middle of the night or been made late to a meeting by your inane assassination attempts? And yet I’ve overlooked it, time after time after time! Oh, I should have put your heads on a pike and been done with it the first time you embarrassed yourselves in my presence! The title of jesters was giving you far too much dignity! How could you two even believe such an idiotic plan would work? Mere gravity isn’t enough to make the blade of evil’s bane breach my defences, and even if it did, you’d just be killing the princess instead and have to contend with my true self afterwards! Did you two seriously not think that far ahead!? Did you plan to drop the sword on me then as well!? Huh? Huh!?”

Ganondorf ranted and raved, the two wincing as she nearly blew out their ears. They were abruptly dropped to the floor, yelping as they landed on their padded asses, immediately grabbing each other and huddling together in fear.

“So, um, now that you’ve gotten that out of your system…” Midna attempted to talk her way out of the situation. “Why don’t we take some constructive criticism and, like, make you a real surprise this time to make up for it? You know, without any swords?”



“Silence!” Zelda’s voice almost cracked again as the two were nearly flattened by the force of her voice. “You’d just try to kill me again anyway, since you’re so incapable of learning!”



“Um, I think we get it now…”



“You be silent too, you embarrassment to the heroic lineage! Defeated by my incompetent servant’s last trick, no less! I don’t know how you can live with the shame!” Ganondorf thundered. “If you two aren’t going to use your brains, then I see no reason why you should continue to have them!”



The mention of Zant inspiring her on the spot, Ganondorf held out her hands and blasted the two with magical energy, the two crying out as their bodies were overloaded with a sensation they vaguely remembered as the one they had experienced when they’d been hit by Zant’s curse the first time, and even they could figure out what might be able to happen.

Link collapsed to the ground, moaning like she’d just been penetrated as her her most important assets began to grow in size and value. Ganondorf figured that if she was good for nothing more than being a walking pair of tits and ass, then there was nothing to do with her than make her truly live up to the descriptor. Her boobs were already so big that when she was on all fours her nipples still scraped along the ground, but her breasts heaved outwards, going from rubbing against the ground to pressed flat against them, so huge that Link’s tiny arms couldn’t hope to wrap around them without squashing them to their limit. She continued to moan, sticking her ass high up in the air as she began to rub her chest back and forth on the marble castle tiles, all thoughts in her mind completely driven out of her except for pleasuring her nipples, each hard as a rock and so huge and puffy that they became a defining part of her silhouette, rather than blending in with the rest of her black skin.

Midna was in a similar position, but with more control over her powers as an imp and thus able to fly, Link only able to manage hovering for a few seconds unless she was concentrating particularly hard, she began floating upwards, her back to the ground and arched to the point of forming a perfect curve. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy dripped juices onto the floor, her chest too expanding to a matching size and scale. With her position tilted slightly backwards her tits sagged towards her face, obscuring most of her lewd expression as she shook and vibrated from the sensations rocking her body. Her arms twitched helplessly for a few seconds and then reached for her tits, kneading them desperately to eke out more pleasure until all she could do was inarticulately moan as her tiny hands grew increasingly inadequate for the task, only able to cover a laughable patch of breasts now as big as her oversized head.

Meanwhile on the ground, Link bubble butt puffed up and up, the gentle rocking becoming more vigorous until she was shaking like she was being pounded, and with each pounding her ass gained inches of squeezable flesh, and with it her legs. Her thighs needed a corresponding amount of meat, and so swiftly plumped up until one doubted that she or Midna could wrap their arms around the succulence of themselves. Their hips were so wide it seemed like each leg was wider than it was long, leaving one wondering if Link could even walk without her thighs smacking together, a broad, swinging gait required just to move. Midna, perhaps due to her mastery of flight, had even bigger hips, as if to say that the legs were unneeded for their original purpose, necessary only to be squeezed and wrapped around a partner.

As if their figures needed more exaggerating their waists shrunk inwards, something one could only notice from behind (if they could tear their eyes away from asses bigger than Ordon village goats), thanks to how now their breasts were so massive and heavy that they covered their waists and abdomens entirely, stopping just short enough that one could still make out their hungry pussies.

To punctuate the writing, moaning imps who were having their brains driven out of them with each gasp and wriggle, pleasure centres of their brains overwhelming everything else as they received a double dose of the intelligence drain that had reduced them to giggling bimbos, their orgasming faces were not immune to one last change. Their lips became to plump up and become even fuller than before, becoming bigger and bigger until their doughnut-like lips were thicker than Ganondorf’s original fingers and impossible to form anything but a big, cocksucking O-shape. Each were so big that they stretched nearly from chin to nose, dominating the entire bottom half of their face and making the two look particularly cluelessly.

Truth be told, Zelda had to admit once the eroticism of the scene overrode some of her anger, she was getting a little wet looking at this too. The imps had been figuratively sex toys now, but if she’d cast the spell right, they would barely be able to think straight beyond their own sex drives. She resisted the urge to play with herself at the thought, having gained a serious fetish after finding out that her nemesis had been transformed into such a humiliatingly sexy form, and regretted not being there for it, which had eventually led to this. Hopefully she couldn’t stain her good dress…

Eventually the two seemed to climax, Midna going limp in the air while Link went slack against the ground, her crotch slumping as she went flat in an obscene display of being seemingly seventy percent tits and ass, propped up on the front while gravity pushed her groin down by the weight of her backside.

Wordlessly, the two finally seemed to regain their senses, Midna descending while turning herself upright, Link pushing herself up with shaky arms. The two faced each other, their pillowy lips just barely articulate enough to form a particularly large O of surprise, although their big, expressive eyes made up for how little they could now emote with their lips. However, by looking at those big eyes, one could tell that there was a glossy, glazed-over look, forever doomed to have an intelligent conversation fly over their heads. Out of their remaining expressions the two quickly settled

“Woah, you’re like, super hot now.” Link nearly drooled looking at Midna. “Like, you were way hot before, but now you’re like, woah… I wish my boobies were that big…”

“Your boobies are that big, Linky.” Midna giggled, Link mewling as Midna reached out and played with one of her nipples. If she’d squeezed any harder Link might have fallen back to the floor then and there, but was absorbed enough with Midna’s looks that she managed to remain steady on her feet.

“How’d my boobies get so big?” Link said simply, looking down in surprise before an extremely dim lightbulb went off in her head and she looked over at Ganondorf in Zelda’s body. “Oh, like, right! Ganny was all mad cause we like, uh, I forget. So, like, she zapped us and our boobies got really big.”

“Call me Ganny again and I’ll pop those tits of your like the balloons they are.” Ganondorf warned with crossed arms, but the two just giggled and seemingly ignored her.

“Huh? If she was mad at us, why’d she, like, make us hotter ‘n stuff?” Midna asked a 

“Uh, it’s cause…” Link strained her meagre remaining braincells for an answer, then giggled. The process of transformation had completely driven out most of her memory of the day up to this point, and it was only because Ganondorf’s rant had left such a strong impression that she even remembered that she was angry at them in the first place. But no matter how much she wracked her brains, she just couldn’t remember why, and her lips curled into something resembling a smile as she came up with her own answer. “Like, I dunno! ‘Cause she’s really nice!”

Link lisped slightly with each word, unable to properly form words with such fat lips. Midna was the same, her question having sounded particularly vapid as a result.

It was unclear if Midna was satisfied with the answer or not, but she could no longer hold herself back and charged into Link’s arms, her attempt to lock lips with her thwarted by the sheer size of the two’s tits pressing against each other. The two helplessly strained for a moment before Midna lifted her legs off the ground entirely, her floating pose allowing her to lean far enough to start making out with her companion. The two started groping each other’s breasts and asses, one hand on each and alternating impulsively. Ganondorf watched the two go at each other for a minute, before remembering to say something.

“I trust that the two of you won’t get any other stupid ideas from now on.” She said with a slightly flushed face, as if to assert that she was enacting punishment and not just watching the two put on a show. “Well, not that you two will have anything but stupid ideas from now on!

She laughed haughtily at her own joke, and then trailed off awkwardly when it became obvious that the two weren’t paying any attention to anybody but each other, nor did they seem to have any interest in stopping any time soon, simply making wet sounds of lips smacking and tongues invading each others mouths as they stained the floor beneath them.

Ganondorf was just about to leave the two to their own horny devices when the two paused for a moment, Link looking curiously at Zelda’s body. As vapid as she was, she did still have her own thought process, mostly motivated by and organised according ot her libido. Namely, whether to turn this into a threesome or not.

Zelda was pretty, but she was a total flatty, so she wasn’t that interested in her compared to Midna, who was, as far as the bimbo was concerned, the ideal woman, a sentiment that Midna shared in return. Obsessed with size, albeit not height, the two had the biggest tits and the biggest asses in all of Hyrule, and thus had no competition for each others’ affections. However, there was one thing that the two lacked, that Link had once possessed, although she barely remembered what it was like at this point. 

“You’re a girl, but you’ve got, like, a man inside you, or whatever?” Link giggled vapidly at her own unintended innuendo for a few seconds before remembering to finish her sentence. “Like, give it! Get out of her!”

“Already scheming!?” Ganondorf’s temper flared up again, assuming that he hadn’t scrambled their tiny brains hard enough before he saw Midna.

“Midna wants cock…!” The once proud princess moaned, having been on a similar train of thought. “Linky’s like, super hot ‘n stuff, but, like, she doesn’t have a cock, so, so, please…!”

“Yeah, give us your cock!” Link pleaded, Ganondorf blushing and stepping back. This wasn’t some plea to leave Zelda’s body because they wanted to save Hyrule or defeat him, it sounded more like the two demanding another toy to play with, and it was clear that they were interested purely in his member and not any other part of him. Midna was so horny she was barely articulate herself, and it was clear that the two had no ulterior motives. She briefly considered handing them the Master Sword just to see if they tried to use it as an impromptu dildo, but she worried that the two might just end up hurting themselves in the process.

“P-perhaps another time.” Ganondorf quickly excused herself, intending to retire to her chambers and relieve herself. She’d thought she knew what she was getting into ,but those imps were just too erotic! It wasn’t just an eagerness to not be pulled into their games that motivated her to exit the scene, but seeing Link beg for her cock left her with a surprising pang of guilt. Link was supposed to be her sworn nemesis, somebody who would be preferably defeated in a grand showdown, but instead his body had been warped into uselessness by the time he’d shown up, and then Ganondorf had further gone and reduced her to somebody doomed to be too horny to even think that what had happened to her was a bad thing.

Ganondorf tried to brush the feeling aside, certain that this was merely some kind of lingering influence of Zelda’s sleeping consciousness. He had no such intention of feeling guilt over thoroughly defeating an enemy of his! Particularly given that he’d chosen to spare them not once, but twice. Probably, anyway, she thought to herself, feeling more complicated than ever as a mixture of guilt, satisfaction, and lust coursed through her still unfamiliar female body. The imps fell to the ground as Zelda left the room, squirming over each other as they’d continue to make love without a break for several hours until they finally ran out of energy…