Link CYOA V2

Welcome to "Link and the Temple of Lust", a currently incomplete choose your own adventure fan made parody game. You are the hero of time, Link, departing on a new adventure! You step foot in the Temple of Lust, a strange palace with many mysterious puzzles and traps all focused on resigning you to a perverted final fate. You can choose one of three corridors to go through, each of which will specialize in a specific group of fetishes: Pink Corridor: Crossdressing, Humiliation, Feminization, Sissification, Futa, Brain Drain, and Hypnosis. Green Corridor: General mix of /d/-tier fetishes with higher emphasis on TF. Yellow Corridor: Polarizing bathroom kinks, diapers and soiling. This is the second revision of the CYOA. The game now contains 24 of its 32 endings. Good luck and enjoy! You can send feedback and read some of my other work at sexthehex.tumblr.com [[Continue|Link and the Temple of Lust]]

You are the brave adventurer Link on an arduous quest. Evil is tainting the land of Hyrule and has infected the many sacred temples across its land. You must crawl to the gut of each and vanquish the forces of darkness to save Hyrule and your dear princess Zelda! Your adventure has now brought you to the Temple of Lust. This temple is already a strange and forbidden ruin, but it’s being made even worse by Ganon’s evil forces. Still, as a brave adventurer, you are unphased by the task ahead of you! You enter the dungeon and come to a large lobby containing several doors. Each one of these ancient doors has a symbol above them, one pink, one green, and one yellow. You inspect each carefully to try and gather more information on what might be behind them. On the front of the Pink door, a message is inscribed: "Enter and brave the gauntlet of the feminine". The Green door has a similar message: "Enter and brave the gauntlet of the transformative and strange". The Yellow door also has a message: "Enter and brave the gauntlet of the unspeakable". They’re all unlocked and ready to be explored. Which of these doors do you venture through first? [[The Pink Door|The Pink Door]] [[The Green Door|The Green Door]] [[The Yellow Door|The Yellow Door]]

You open up the door with the pink emblem above it. You notice the humidity rising sharply as you enter the room. Half of the room before you is submerged in water. However, this seems to be no ordinary water. At first you thought the submerged half of the room was tiled pink, but you now realize the water itself is tinted pink. The look of it is unnerving, especially when you notice the warning sign nearby. “DANGER: Don the Pink Tunic before braving the coral waters”. You stand back contemplating your options. Towards your right is another room that might have whatever this Pink Tunic is inside it. These dungeons always seem to have just what you need on hand for a puzzle anyway. On the other hand, you could ignore the sign as a bluff and try navigating the room without any new clothing. It’s just pink water anyhow, how could it be dangerous? [[Search for the Pink Tunic|Search for the Pink Tunic]] [[Attempt the puzzle as you are|Attempt the puzzle as you are]]

You open the green door and travel down its hallways. The path ends at a four way bridge of sorts that arches over a large pool of water. It seems you have multiple directions you can choose to explore. Path 1 is straight across from you. It seems to lead down to a barren stone corridor. Path 2 is to your right. You can see the flicker of lit torches from down its way. It emanates a sort of cozy feeling. Path 3 is to the left. It looks almost like a prison or somewhere where an animal or monster was once contained Path 4 is a hidden path you can see the entrance to just below the water. It looks as if you could swim through it and arrive on land on the other side. Which path do you take? [[Path 1|Path 1]] [[Path 2|Path 2]] [[Path 3|Path 3]] [[Path 4|Path 4]]

You head into the door with the Yellow emblem above it. You step inside a long hallway leading towards a large open area. You grow tense. The smell around this portion is very odd. You suspect whatever lies beyond this point might be more extreme and off putting than what you might find in other parts of the dungeon. WARNING: (To state things as explicitly as possible, this branch of the story focuses on bathroom related stuff. Soiling, Diapers, Wetting, and Scat. Only continue if you're into that) Do you still wish to continue down this path? (If not, hit the back arrow in the top left corner!) [[Continue|Wizzrobe]]

You decide not to tempt fate and search for the Pink tunic mentioned by the sign. You thrust open the door to the next room and find a strange sight in front of you. Glowing numbers and letters are written on the wall. A small sign next to the wall reads: "Depart to the next room or stay and enjoy the puzzle. Clever wits will find a wonderful reward." This puzzle seems to be optional. You find a nearby small chest and pry it open to find a key to the next room, confirming your suspicion. Perhaps the puzzle isn't as optional as it seems though? You might have to do it soon to find the Pink Tunic at some point. At any rate, surely solving the puzzle will results in something of value, perhaps a heart piece of a Gold Skulltula. In the end you chose... [[To attempt the puzzle|You Attempt The Puzzle]] [[To skip the puzzle|You Skip The Puzzle]]

You decide to attempt the puzzle as you are. You step into the waist deep pink water, shivering slightly from the temperature. You wade awkwardly towards an exit on the opposite side of the pool. However, after a bit of walking half submerged, you start to feel a little strange. You feel a slight tingle in your feet that starts climbing up your legs as you move in the pink waters. It starts to slow down once it reaches your thighs and soon the tingle is growing particularly intense around your ass. You can’t ignore the sensation any longer and look behind to see what’s going on. You gasp in surprise as you catch a glimpse of your rear. Your formally modest legs and butt have transformed. A pair of succulent, womanly legs with a gorgeous ass just begging to be squeezed are now occupying your lower half. You panic as you try to come to terms with just what is happening. In your frantic panic, you… [[Rush out of the water as fast as you can|Rush out of the water as fast as you can]] [[Accidentally fall over completely into the pink liquid|Accidentally fall over completely into the pink liquid]]

You step forward and decide to give the puzzle an attempt. Before you in bright blue glowing letters reads: 1A 2B 3C 4D 5E 6F 7G 8H 9I 10J 11K 12L 13M 14N 15O Point to the mitsake You rub your chin in thought as you try to discern what's wrong with the pattern above. Perhaps '10J' is using an O instead of a zero? It's all you can really see that might be wrong here. You point to the '10J' as your answer. As you finger touches the glowing text, the blue light changes to a bright red. A sound grumbles from the wall That was certainly not the correct answer. Damn, what else could it be? You stare hard at the puzzle and try to think of a problem. It feels a little harder to think about the problem at hand now. You feel as if all of the mental concentration you're putting into the problem isn't getting you anywhere. Something's not right. Perhaps, if you were more observant, you might notice the faint mist pouring out of your ears wafting into the room. You decide that perhaps the mistake might be something to do with 6F looking just a tiny bit shifted too far to the right. You tap it to submit your answer. Again, the wall grows a bright red and lets out a deep, metallic noise like an old copper bell being swatted. Wrong again! What else could it be? You look on at the wall again, trying to think of anything wrong. Your posture has changed drastically since you started. Instead of the disciplined pondering you started with, your mouth is now hanging open and your head is tilted to the side. It feels like you're only operating at maybe a quarter of your normal mental abilities. You feel completely dumbstruck. Somehow, you still haven't noticed the grey mist descending from your ears, now thicker than ever. It seems this puzzle is cursed in some fashion. The longer you focus on it, the more of your intelligence is burnt away. You've gone from a cunning hero to more of a brave block head within the 10 or so minutes you've been pondering this puzzle. You're not just feeling dumb from being unable to answer this, you're becoming dumb from this. Yet you still stand, oblivious to this simple test literally frying your brain away. A few minutes later, you tap 4D for something about the D looking off. Wrong answer. 15 minutes later, you tap 11K for some reason you can't even seem to remember anymore. Nope. Half an hour later, the mist coming from your ears has finally stopped and it's obvious why. You are sitting criss-crossed on the floor looking up at the puzzle. Your mouth is still hanging low and a trail of drool is cascading out of your mouth onto the floor below. There is simply no more of your intelligence to be burnt away. You're a slack jawed bumbling idiot now. You let out a loud sigh and decide to quit. Puzzles are hard! There's must be something easier to do. You look behind you and see the door you came from and the locked door leading to the next room. However, with your newly reduced IQ barely scraping into the 40s range, you can't remember which door you've been through (even though one is very clearly locked and as of yet not accessed by you). [[Head through the unlocked door|Head through the unlocked door]] [[Head through the locked door|Head through the locked door]]

You skip the puzzle and head into a very large room. The door slams behind you, iron bars locking you in. Uh-oh. Before you stands a dimly lit path suspended above an abyss of gears leading to a Pink Garment hanging from a coat stand trapped in an iron cage. That must be it! That has to be the Pink Tunic! However, just as you rush forward to try and snatch it up, the floor beneath you starts rotating. You stand motionless trying to observe what's happening. The path breaks into several different platforms rotating left and right, raising and lowering, turning the whole room into one outrageous mechanical death trap. You ready your sword, expecting a mini boss. On que, an amorphous blob-like poe with one glowing red eye wrapped in a purple sheet sheet appears on top of the cage. A blob of purple energy materializes in front of it, which it snatches and molds until a clay doll is formed. The creature stares at you with the doll in hand, sliding a finger down its back. You freeze up as you feel a ghostly hand slide down your own back. That clay doll is a voodoo doll! You try and slice at the hand that materialized before you, but it evades your attack and creates a second hand. This is bad... That thing can play with you as it pleases and has a growing collection of ghost hand minions to fight you with. You have to stop it and its sudden horde now before it does god knows what to you! [[Luckily, you quickly defeat the ghost|Luckily, you quickly defeat the ghost]] [[The ghost is a formidable opponent|The ghost is a formidable opponent]]

You step back into the room filled with the pink water, amazed by the pretty colors. You notice a sign, but you've done far too much reading today already and just aren't sure you're ready to commit to reading something so long. All you really care about right now is this pretty pink water in front of you! It looks so warm and fun! You run down the steps to the waist high liquid, splashing around in the stuff. You lower yourself down and start swimming in the shallows, enjoying every bit of the fun. The water feels wonderful against your skin. It sends the most delicious tingle pulsing through you. You could stay here for hours if you wanted to, it's so much fun! Though, there is just one little thing bothering you... You're a boy, right? You're pretty sure you've always been a boy, but now that you're looking at yourself in this pink water, you're pretty sure you have boobies! Guys don't have boobies, girls have boobies. Still... something inside you is pretty sure you're a boy. Well, you're pretty smart; You can just get in front of a mirror once you're done playing in this water. Yeah, it'll be easy to check! Just enjoy yourself for now. After a half hour of playing in the pink water like a swimming pool, you hoist yourself out and look for a mirror. Thankfully, the walls of the other end of the room are so reflective that they make for wonderful makeshift body mirrors. You start to do a mental double check of what boys and girls have to see what gender you are. Girls have boobies. You have boobies too. That's 1 point for being a girl. Girls have big butts, that's for sure. You've got one too! It's really straining against your tights. Score 2 for being a girl. Girls also don't have pee-pees, so you should check that. You pry open the front of your tights to see if you have a penis or not. You do but... it's kind of had to tell. It's really, really tiny! Maybe you should call this one a tie. So, that's 2 points for girl and none for boy. You must be a girl! You giggle at the thought of you ever being a boy. You're so stupid! Boys don't have big, jiggling butts or massive tits for men to play with! You wade through the water again to head back home to hyrule castle town. Why even were you in this dungeon again? This is no place for ditzy, stupid girls! GAME OVER - Pink Ending 2 of 11

You take a good 5 minutes unlocking the locked door with your newly reduced motor control. Once the door's open, you find yourself in a large room. The room has several platforms with all sorts of gears and cogs below it. It looks as if it might be a machine that was just recently turned off. Luckily for you though, the pink tunic is right in front of you with a series of platforms leading to it in one neat path. You express your excitement with a loud "Oooh, pretty!" You grab the Pink tunic and quickly change into it. It feels a little loose around your under armor and tights. However, that roomy feeling quickly vanishes as the Pink tunic gives off a pinkish light. The garment starts fitting to your form, wrapping around your body tightly. All of your other clothing burns away in an instant with the one exception of your boots. Your boots are instead morphed into a pair of ruby red high heels. The remains of the boots start to lace around your now naked legs and thighs, travelling up towards your crotch in a brilliant light and leaving you clothed behind in fishnet stockings. The light finally reaches your groin where it rapidly dies off, leaving your crotch wrapped in tight pink panties. You're startled by the entire process. All of a sudden you feels so... so pretty! You might be a little stupid, but at least you look good! You decide that's been enough adventuring for the day. You should gather more supplies and come back later so you can show off your new pretty clothes before sunset. Walking around Kakariko Village in your new clothes is so fun! Everyone seems to be looking at you. You're so breathtaking! Even just buying new supplies is so fun. Everyone kept gasping as you leaned against the counter to pay for your new bombs. They must have really loved the look of your panties! You even got invited by a few nice men to stay with them in a private room in the inn. Free hotel room, how lucky! GAME OVER - Pink Ending 1 of 11

With stunning coordination and speed, you whip out your bow and take a fatal shot at the ghost. You're fortunate you attacked it as soon as you did; you can see a ghost hand frozen in place on your chest about to attack you, seemingly disable by its creator’s pain. You jump around from platform to platform trying to interrupt any ghost hands that you feel, striking the ghost repeatedly with your fairy bow. After three shots to its eye, the spirit and its hand minions evaporate, leaving you free to claim the dungeon item. DO-DO DO DOOO! You got the Pink Tunic! This item will make you immune to the effects of... feminizing water? Was that what that pink liquid is? Good thing you didn't attempt to wade through it. You quickly throw off your green tunic and don the garment. The tunic is very loose and seems to not fit you at all. Darn. This isn't going to help you get through anything at all is it? You attempt to hoist the garment over your head and switch back into your normal clothes... but can't. As you tug on the thing, you can't seem to pull it off at all. Suddenly, the Garment is much more form fitting and seems to fit you almost perfectly. Moments later, the garment starts squeezing you tightly. Something's wrong! This thing has to be cursed! You brace yourself against the iron bars of the cage the thing was in as you endure it contorting across your body. You can feel the lower half of your outfit changing with the touch of the pink tunic. Your tights are being seared away, as are your boots. From the lower portion of the tunic, pink fabric starts to stretch down your thighs, eventually breaking down and travelling down your legs. The pink fabric spreads and morphs over the course of a minute before calming down and taking a solid state. Thigh high latex-like boots with a high heel finish are now encasing your legs. You're so fixated by the changes happening to your legs, you don't even notice the tunic doing the exact same thing to your arms. Shiny elbow-length dark pink gloves coat your arms as well. You immediately try and pry the things off, but can't seem to roll them up or thrust them off at all. You can feel the tunic ending its transformation across your body as it gives your gut one final squeeze. The thing concludes its work by frilling out the bottom of the shirt, exposing your crotch and rear for all the world to stare at. The only underwear protecting you is a lacy pink thong. You feel humiliated. Just what sort of vile stuff is in this dungeon anyhow? You take a step forward only to nearly stumble over thanks to the platforms of your boots. You take a more careful step, shifting your weight and attempting to walk in your new outfit. You eventually find a rhythm and step back towards the pink water in what can only be described as a cat walk. You reach the Pink water and step in. You carefully observe your body to see if the water is changing you in any way. It doesn't seem so. At least this ridiculous outfit is good for something. You awkwardly wade through the liquid until you reach the other side, a large empty hallway leading to an important looking double door. You travel down the halls... [[When suddenly you activate a trap!|Prostate Inflation]] [[Any make it to the other side|Dildo you can't stop fucking yourself with]]

You attempt to take out your bow to shoot the ghoul, but a ghost hand steals away your bow and arrow and tosses it aside. Fuck! You try and ready your hook shot, only for the phantom hands to also snatch it away. It looks like it'll be a melee fight then! You whip out your sword and slash away the hand that stole your items. However, in the excitement of destroying that hand, you didn't even notice two grabbing onto your chest. You look back at the red-eyed ghost and see him pinching the chest on the clay doll, molding the clay into what look like breasts. You look down to your chest and see the voodoo doll work its magic on you. In an instant, breasts begin to rapidly grow from your masculine chest. They become larger and larger as the ghost carefully redistributes clay from the doll's gut to your chest. Your proportions swell to those exact exaggerated standards of the doll, ridiculous E cup tits ripping your green tunic's front while your abdomen starts to look like a corset is squeezing it. Two ghost hands pry at your clothing and tear your tunic's chest to shreds to expose those jiggling breasts to the open air. You slash at the two and continue down towards the red eyed ghost. You leap forward and... [[Smite the ghost with a mighty jump slash!|Body Control]] [[Fall down on your face as some awful sensation crawls down your back|Ghost Hand Rape]]

Your foot compresses a loose stone and activates a trap. You hear the stone shift and attempt to prepare yourself, but dressed in your awkward attire, you fail to react in time. A dart shoots from the wall, striking your exposed ass. You yelp in pain, before prying the dart out. The pain and the wound are on par with what’d happen after sitting on a tac, but that’s not your most urgent concern. The dart had a glass middle, now empty save a few drops of some blue liquid. The dart contained some sort of drug it just dumped into your body. You grow very nervous at the thought of what this drug might do to you. For safety’s sake, you decide that you’ve explored enough for the day and head out of the dungeon. You relish the fresh air and sunlight at the dungeon entrance, but only for a moment before noticing two very large problems. First, you can’t remove the ridiculous feminine tunic still. You can’t even get a grip on the thing anymore. It’s abundantly clear now that this garment’s curse is deadset on keeping you dressed embarrassingly for as long as possible. As for your other problem… your stomach is starting to bulge slightly. You don’t feel full or bloated, but something inside you seems to be growing. To complement the sensation, your thoughts have started delving into seedier areas. You feel a little aroused and a little experimental. The cool air outside rushing against your most sensitive parts has gotten you a little on edge. You feel a need to masturbate. It’s a strange, sweeping desire you figure has no good origin, but you feel suddenly like your body just needs a little stress relief. You’re alone in the secluded forest entrance to the temple of lust, so privacy is a non-issue. You lower yourself onto the entrance floor, pulling aside your cursed tunic’s thong with surprising ease. It seems that this outfit has no qualms with you playing with yourself. You lay back and begin stroking your cock, attempting to fantasize about something. Perhaps Princess Zelda naked… or maybe groping that ranch girl’s tits… no… no, this doesn’t seem to be working. Normally the thought of how Zelda might reward you after your adventure has your mind brimming with sexual fantasies, but today, you just can’t seem to find one that gets you. As you wrack your brain searching for some fresh fantasy to captivate you, you barely notice your hands diving below your cock and balls. Your body has some idea of what change has befallen you, even if your head is still oblivious. Acting subconsciously, one of your smooth, latex gloved hands sticks a finger inside your tight virgin pucker. …Holy fuck. Holy FUCK! Oh gosh, it feels amazing having a finger in your ass! The moment you feel your digit enter you, an alien wave of pleasure more intense than anything penile stimulation has ever made you feel washes over you! Sure, you’ve heard rumors about how some guys like getting fingered, but you didn’t think it would feel this good! Oh, who could care what you thought? Now’s not the time for thinking, now’s the time to finger your asshole with all your strength! You coo and moan loudly into the empty forest, completely entranced by how delicious every flick of your finger feels against your prostate. …Come to think of it, wasn’t the prostate suppose to be what made anal so pleasurable for guys? You’d be a little confused if the sensation of fucking yourself with a second finger wasn’t making you spasm in pleasure. Thinking can wait. You need to get fucked now! You endure the slight pain as your ring finger joins your index and middle in your warm wet boypussy in frantically massaging your prostate. You’re crying in happiness as your screams echo louder through the forest. It’s so good! It’s so fucking good! And this is only with fingers in your ass! What would a cock feel like? Oooh, what if you headed back to kakariko and sized up a villager with a cock as hung as your horse? A whole foot of throbbing, sweaty, amazing cock thrusting in and out of you at a breakneck pace, filling you and rubbing against your needy insides fucking you like a woman… like the no good dirty whore you are! You shake and scream in delight as the fantasy of getting fucked by men and being a cheap slut overwhelms you. Your fingers freeze in your asshole as orgasm strikes! Your hips thrust upwards, aiming your rock hard cock squarely at your upper body. You pant and moan as you enjoy both your first anal orgasm and your first hands free orgasm as you coat your face and chest with strand after strand of thick, white cum. As your orgasmic high fades, you faint from exhaustion at the temple entrance. ---- It’s been a month now since you gave up the whole “hero” business to enjoy a much more interesting lifestyle. After discovering the magic of anal play, it’s all you can think about anymore. Every waking moment leaves you horny and ready for sex. Every glance at a man has you salivating and playful as you imagine just how big he must be down there. You’re a nymphomaniac. You whore yourself around the kingdom without a care in the world. You NEED to get fucked. You can’t take your mind off of it. Even your dreams are frenzied orgies of gay sex leading more often than not to a nocturnal emission… You’re lucky your cursed tunic seems to keep itself dry and spotlessly clean, otherwise you’d be a filthy, disgusting wreck only the nastiest men would want to fuck. You did somehow find the will to talk to a doctor recently. It was moreso asking if there were any techniques that'll help you get your partner off even better, but they seemed to be more concerned about your nymphomania. A thorough inspection finally revealed what caused anal play to suddenly become so wildly enjoyable. Your prostate is unlike any other. The normally nut-sized organ is the size of an orange, causing that distention of your abdomen you noticed right after that dart stung you and before you descended into anal heaven. Even stranger is that the far end of it has mutated and grown longer. The thing wraps around your intestine between its normal position and your backdoor, turning that entire section into a hypersensitive pleasure zone. You’ve been offered a cure to your problem, but have turned it down multiple times. Sex with men is too much fun. You couldn’t care less about being “Link: The hero of time” again. “Link: Hyrule’s Cock Hungry Anal Princess” sounds so much better to you. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 4 of 11

You walk into the room and see another item on a pedestal. The outline of it makes it abundantly clear just what the item is. It's a large, smooth dildo with glowing markings on it similar to the wall you saw earlier. You're pretty grossed out by the sight of it, honestly. Still, you walk forward to get a closer view of the object thinking it might be the key to some puzzle in room. As you draw nearer to the dildo, you start noticing a lot of its finer details. It's strangely intoxicating to look at. The glowing lines so brilliantly show off the smooth, refined finish of the toy. Whatever craftsman constructed this thing clearly cared greatly about creating as enjoyable a fake cock as one could ask for. You grasp the object to see if it's as smooth as it feels. It's as smooth as glass... Suddenly it dawns on you what the fuck you're even doing. Your head was rambling about how impressive a fucking ancient sex toy that's been god knows where is. What the fuck is wrong with you? Obviously you should put it down and... and... You're panting heavily for some reason. Your hands are gripping the stone shaft once again, bringing it to your face for a closer look. It feels like your own feelings and desires are being quashed the longer you stay around this thing. You felt revolted by it moments ago but... Oooh, all you want to do now is enjoy it! Something is very wrong here. There are two very pressing question in your mind now and you're not sure how to answer either. First of all, is this thing cursed? It might be controlling you somehow. Second... how does this thing taste and how much can you fit in your mouth? You press your lips against the head of the stone cock before awkwardly transitioning to shoving the thing down your throat. You whine in delight as you feel your mouth stuffed with fake dick as the hilt of the object touches your chin. It tastes... well it doesn't taste like anything in particular, but the sensation of getting your throat violated by this object feels like heaven. With your taste of the massive prick finished, you yank it out of your throat. The thing is glistening with your saliva and just begging for someone to use it properly. You've never played with your ass in your life, but all of your old inhibitions seem to disappear as the stone cock gives off another intense glow of blue light. You're 100% certain at this point that this object is cursed and is manipulating you into this state, but you don't care. All you care about now is thrusting that fat fucking dick inside of you and losing your anal virginity to this incredible object. You lay down on the floor and run the stone toy against your ass, looking for your eager pucker. Thanks to your new outfit and easily moveable thong, finding it takes no time at all. Slowly you shove the toy inside of you, moaning and whimpering as you get your first taste of the delights of anal penetration. This wonderful fake cock fills you up to capacity and feels heavenly pressing against your throbbing prostate. Just taking it down to the hilt makes your own cock bud with pre cum. You start to pump your ass with the dildo. Instantly your eyes droop a little and a loud moan escapes from your gullet. This is too good! You squeal and yell in pleasure as you thrust in and out of your butt faster and faster. This is the best masturbation session you've ever had! Anal is the best! You can't ever imagine yourself going back to penile stimulation. Three minutes of pumping later and you're there. Your hand freezes and you wail in delight as strands of fresh cum fly everywhere on the ground. You sit there gasping for a second, withdrawing the dildo and getting ready to resume your adventure. Yet, suddenly... you feel as horny as ever. Just one session clearly wasn't enough! You place the stone cock inside of you again and start wailing once more as your newest fucking session begins. As you continue to pump your boypussy feverishly with that wonderful toy, you vaguely remember some warning a villager gave you before you headed up to this temple. "Beware the temptation of the stone toy, for you shall never... n-never" Your train of thought blanks for a moment as you drive yourself to orgasm yet again, your cock sputtering a wave of cum across your chest as you continue to rhythmically fuck yourself. Now, what were you thinking of again? Oh yeah, some villager was rambling about a cursed stone toy you'd never be able to stop playing with it. What a wild story! How could something like that ever be real? GAME OVER - Pink Ending 3 of 11

You lunge forward and cut the ghost in half with a brutal jump slash! The spirit howls in agony as it puffs into black smoke. You’ve won! You’ve got massive tits now and an hourglass figure, but you’ve won! ...or so you think. Moments after vanishing into a black dust cloud, the dust seemingly becomes sentient. You only have a second to recognize something’s wrong before a pitch black smoke cloud rushes at your face. You’re startled to scream, which only helps the gas cloud. The thing pours into your throat in one long stream, vanishing in a matter of seconds into your body. Your first instinct is to cough your lungs out and get whatever’s inside of you out. However, your body doesn’t seem to agree. Your first action after the stun of a black haze invading your system ends is to stare at your hands, of all things. “Oh yes! Finally, corporeal at last!” You yell. ...Did you yell that? That voice was shrill and feminine but it came out of your mouth. Oh my god, you’re being possessed! The ghost you just attempted to slay has taken over your body! You’re nothing but a spectator as you watch from your own vision what the ghost does with your body. It takes the time to flex your hands, run in place, and run your hands up and down your body. You quickly learn you can still feel everything that’s happening to you. The ghost takes the time to feel up your modestly sized cock and pinch the end of your new huge tits, making your body shudders in delight from the stimulus. “O-ooooh, yes! It feels so wonderful to have a body again.” The possessed you fauns, moaning in delight from the sensation of playing with your nipples. “And such a fine specimen too! Muscled up pretty boy that’s just the apple of every girl’s eye… ehehehe, until now! Do you like the little redesign I made to your chest?” You try and answer “GIVE ME MY BODY BACK!” with all your strength, but nothing seems to come of it. “Mhm~ I’d love to hear whatever your answer was, but I can’t hear you anymore, you know. Your old self is just a little bubble imprisoned in the back of your mind. You won’t be able to move your body on your own until I relinquish my control of it.” your possessed self explains. “The takeaway lesson here is don’t fuck with a succubus, even if they’re a weak, withering poe.” “Now, I haven’t been able to dine on human semen for at least 5 decades. Usually I use a female avatar to seduce men, but you’re so naturally attractive I’m sure it won’t be an issue.” the ghost remarks, tossing your ripped tunic and tights aside to better show off your features. “Ever sucked a cock before? Ever take a cock up the ass? Oh it’s simply wonderful, dearie~ I haven’t been the center of a good orgy in ages, so I think I’ll go see if kakariko village is still standing and whore your body for money. What do you say~?” the succubus teases. The succubus takes only a moment to feint listening to you before strutting out of the temple, constantly exploring your body. You’re helpless to watch as the ghost finds the village and purchases a new outfit for you, sticking your ass in booty shorts and stuffing your upper half into a shirt far too small that full exposes your stomach gives up shielding your oversized tits halfway through the areola south of your nipples. You watch yourself apply makeup and mascara, dolling up your face to look as nice as possible. In an hour's time, you’re on the floor of an alleyway behind a pub, encircled by 8 other men all jacking it to the cute little bimbo boy in the center. The succubus piloting your body is treating it like a rag doll, choking on cock with no hesitation, slamming your face into fat, swelling nuts, begging for hard, fast anal sex despite your virgin pucker. You can feel every sensation as the succubus greedily makes your body beg for cum. That first circle jerk with you at the center feels like it lasts a week. Each one of them gets a chance to cum on your face or down your throat. Some spray your body haphazardly with their seed. At least three of them cream in your ass. By the end, you’re body is too exhausted to function and you pass out for a few hours, your face smashed against a pool of semen. You’re revolted. You stay revolted on the second day of being possessed as well. The sensation of having huge tits was alien enough, but the sensation of your possessed body giving paizuri is as odd as it is disgusting. That second day continues with you horrified as your body is showered in cum. The third as well, and you start to wonder how much more of this you can take. However, by the fourth, you’re starting to get less phased. Disgust turns to annoyance and indifference for a while. You zone out for the fifth day. For the sixth one… For the sixth one you ended up finding the way one guy fucked you pretty admirable. It’s definitely not like you like doing ANY of this at all, but the way his cock filled you and grinded against your prostate just the right way made him stand out. He was the best out of who fucked you, that’s all. Making the best out of a bad situation. Oh, but then for the 7th day with that huge orgy at night with all those slimmer guys wasn’t all bad too. There was this one that was hiding a fucking anaconda in his pants. The way it choked your throat, treating it more like a hole to breed than any orifice you needed to breath was um… was exciting. There was also another guy who fucked your ass like a rabbit in heat that made you cum handsfree. It was pretty nice. Dulled the pain of being possessed for sure. You ought to buy them a drink if you get to control your body ever again. The 8th day was really good though! It was short since you woke up at like 5pm, but that’s one of the best parts. It meant you weren’t watching or feeling your body being whored out for long. Nothing but a little handjob, sucking their fat, warm, full nuts with your mouth, opening wide and letting them coat your face in hot white love…. A-aaah you sort of wish it lasted a little longer. Now, the ninth day was strange. You had a dream the night before that the demon left your body and let you control yourself again. It seemed real at the time, but when a bunch of guys came over to your room in an inn to fuck you again, you were eager to spread your cheek and get fucked like a bitch in heat. You were screaming and moaning the whole time! Moaning in your own voice, even, which was a little strange. Now you’re biting into a pillow while this gorgeous pretty boy slams his fucking monster cock in and out of your asshole. You keep moaning like a little ass whore whenever he picks up the pace. He’s got such amazing endurance, he’s been fucking you for like 12 minutes straight. You hope it lasts even longer. You’ve really got to deal with demon possessing you sometime soon, but for now, maybe you should focus on pleasuring your partner. You ask him to fuck you harder and he gladly reciprocates, fucking your ass at a brisk pace that turns you into a moaning wreck. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 6 of 11

Right as your prepare a righteous jump attack to deal with the ghost for good, you feel a cold, slimy presence crawling across your back that makes you flinch in disgust. A glance forward shows that the thing licked the back of your voodoo doll in a last ditch attempt to incapacitate you. With your body crashing back down onto a platform and your sword falling into the abyss of gears below, it's plain to see his last ditch effort paid off spectacularly. You faceplant against the cold metal platform. You groggily try to raise yourself off the ground, but completely lack the strength to do so. A swarm of ghost hands is gathering around you. The red eyed ghost puts his voodoo doll of you away. It seems he wants to give his minions a reward for defeating you. Countless cold grey hands of smoke grasp at your body, treating you like a plaything. You feel them everywhere, groping your caves, ass, feet, arms, and of course those new succulent tits. You try and scream but your attempt is interrupted by a few phantom hands playing with your face, two stretching your mouth wide with their index fingers while another holds your chin and moves it up and down as if you were a puppet. Two of the nasty hand things are now pinching your nipples, making you wince in pain. Two others are trying to milk those fat jugs like cow udders trying to abase you further by making you lactate. You wince as they continue, enduring the treatment. You wish you could resist, but your arms and legs are pinned firmly down. You'll just have to wait. Finally, one hand gets ultra adventurous. It traces its middle finger up and down between your asscheeks before teasing your asshole with the tips of its middle digit. You pray that these things wouldn't be that depraved, please don't let it be true! Your worst fears are confirmed shortly after as that ghostly middle finger slowly sinks its way into your virgin asshole. You yelp in surprise, followed by a violent scream as you lose your last bit of self respect against this hand assault. Your screams are soon muffled as one clasps itself over your mouth, leaving you to silently feel the thing dig deeper into your anal passage. The ghost reaches its knuckle. It's all the way in. For an ethereal being, it feels like something massive is stuffed into you. You cry out more muffled screams as it flexes that middle digit inside of you to tickle your prostate. Soon its index finger joins in to stretch you wider before resuming that same motion back and forth over your p-spot. The hand erupts into a brisk pace as you sit there pinned in agony. The worst part is, your body is actually enjoying this stimulation a little. You've never played with your butt before and feeling this alien pleasure is getting to you. Your screams become interlaced with groans. You start twitching slightly. For several agonizing minutes the fingerblasting continues until your body can't hold on any longer. Despite not even being erect, you ejaculate from your first anal orgasm, spasming like a wreck as you coat the insides of your underwear in sticky seed. You pant intensely as your climax wears off, a new wave of shame washing over you. You've gone from a noble hero to a freak. You're a man with a massive pair of tits on your chest and you just came in your underwear from being assaulted by phantom hands. You're given no time for those thoughts to ruminate. The hand that drove you to orgasm has just pulled out and another is diving in to drive you to that same begrudgingly delicious high. There is no question of when you'll escape. The only question now is when will your screams of agony turn to pleasure and your demands to free you turn to demands for more. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 5 of 11

You rush out of the water with all your might, scrambling towards the pool's halfway point to escape from this accursed water. Once on dry land, you start prying off all your soaked tights to inspect what exactly has happened to you. Your lower half has been outright feminized. The sight of your body in tight pants would likely drive any boy wild. Thankfully, your crotch is still male, though it’s lost a lot of its glory. Your formally 6 inch cock is now only 4 inches in length. Everything about your waist is still your normal androgynous male self, at least. The biggest issue now is that your lower half is completely naked in a cold, dark dungeon. You wouldn’t dare put your clothes back on after they’ve been soaking in that pink stuff. It seems as though you have two options now. The halfway point doubles as an exit to a room that you haven't visited as of yet. You could explore that room, or you could try and go after that Pink Tunic that sign mentioned earlier to safely navigate the water (and hope a new pair of pants are included with it). However, that would mean one extra trip through the water to get back where you were previously... Do you risk it? [[Go after the tunic|Go after the tunic]] [[Keep exploring|Keep exploring]]

In your frantic panic, you accidentally, trip over a raised portion of the floor, falling over completely into the pink liquid. You immediately get your upper half back up and out of the water to resume what you were doing earlier. However, as you search your memory for why you were trying to get out of the water, you can’t come up with an answer. Why were you trying to get out of the water again? You think it had something to do with your butt? Your butt is fine. It’s all nice and round just like you remember it. It’s always been like this, you’re pretty sure. You sit down on a submerged stone block, pink fluid still up to your belly button, to get the water out of your ears while you think of why you wanted to get out of the water. What a mystery this is… why DID you want to get out of the water? Maybe it had something to do with your tits? No, your tits are still there and look just like you remember them. They’re still the budding little B-cups you love to fondle. Oh, maybe the water was doing something to your hair and that’s why you wanted to get out! You inspect your hair though, and it seems perfectly fine. Same silky blonde locks of shoulder length hair you know and love. Oh wait, maybe it was doing something to your tits? Nope, they’re fine. They’re still the nice big D-cups you remember. You feel a little funny still, but after carefully inspecting yourself, you’re sure the water has nothing to do with it. You might as well swim in it while you think about what the problem might have been. All you know for certain is that it’s getting kind of hard to think. Whatever, you were never really that good at thinking anyway. People liked you mostly for your looks, you’re pretty sure. Or wait… didn’t you do other stuff? Like exploring dungeons? You don’t remember any of that, but maybe if you think hard enough you’ll remember what you normally do besides looking pretty for boys. Nah. On second thought, thinking is actually waaay too hard right now. It’s time to swim in this comfy water and play with yourself instead. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 7 of 11

You decided that the Pink Tunic is likely required to navigate this dungeon at all and that you'll need to get it eventually. You back up on the raised platform of the mid-way point to create some room to gain speed. Then, you burst forward in a running start, crashing into the water to try and navigate it with as little new damage as possible. Your body up to your neck gets a splashing of the water from the impact, but afterwards only your waist is submerged. You slosh back to the other side with as much speed one could muster running through water. You breathe a sigh of relief as you finally scramble back to the entrance of the room. Instantly your hands flutter to inspect what has changed in your anatomy. The most apparent change is your chest. Where once your normal, flat and muscular chest sat now lies a pair of very noticeable breasts, maybe B-cup in size. You curse under your breath knowing it'll be difficult to assert your masculinity ever again. You're already feminized lower half has been further tainted. You now possess thick, muscular hips leading into a round, gropeable butt. You've got such an ass on your now that even inspecting it with your hands and learning what's happened to you doesn't send shock through you. Instead, your face flushes red and a bit of curiosity seeps into your head. You feel yourself up and squeeze your rear a little. It's... it's very nice. You slump back into disappointment though as your hands reach between your legs. Your cock has shrunken to be even smaller, now a pathetic little 2 inch pecker. You try and play with it to see if you can at least still get a little hard. A bit of stroking gets you going a little at least. Soon enough, you figure it's time to get going. You'll have to find some sort of magician to revert you to your old self or something. It's time to explore and get that tunic. You notice that a wall you previously ignored entering this area looks remarkably fake. You place a bomb and, sure enough, a hidden pathway is cleared! The fake wall leads to a long hallway that ends in a fabulous golden door. You run forward in excitement to open the door, your new butt jiggling freely with each step you take. You open the door and come into a large circular room with… [[A Peach Colored Tunic|A Peach Colored Tunic]] [[A strange hole in the ground|A strange hole in the ground]]

You continue to explore the dungeon. You get extremely nervous as you enter this chamber. As the door slams shut and locks behind you, you see that this room… [[Is nothing but an arena with mirrors coating the wall|Is nothing but an arena with mirrors coating the wall]] [[Is filled with a pink Haze|Pink Haze]]

This entire room is nothing but an arena, coated in mirrors. You walk forward into it, inspecting the walls for any sort of seam that might indicate there’s a secret passage. After a few moments of inspecting, you give up and turn around to be greeted by a familiar, shady black figure. Dark Link chuckles as he draws his sword, ready for combat. You have no such confidence as you awkwardly unsheathe your blade, not use to your new leg proportions. You lunge forward with a jump attack only for him to step to the side. You cut in a fury of horizontal slashes only for him to strike back. You lunge your blade forward only to watch as the shadowy figure jumps on top of it to mock you. Seeing the fear in your eyes as he stands on your blade, he finally decides to attack. His left leg recoils and then strikes you square in the cheek with a vicious kick. You’re sent recoiling onto the floor in agony as Dark Link approaches you. You can’t get up. All you can do is grip your face in agony as he get a little too close. You hear a belt buckle come undone and pry your hands away from your bruising face to get a look at what’s going on. Dark Link is looming over you and stroking his erect 10 inch lock pitch black cock. The red eyed shadow falls to the floor, gripping your arms to pin you down. You thrash as hard as you can, but the impact of his kick took so much out of you that you can hardly manage any strength to resist. You’re completely helpless as Dark Link spins you onto your stomach. All you can do is freeze up and grit your teeth as the inevitable is made abundantly clear through your shadow’s hands groping your new rear. You wince in pain as your opposite’s thick cock penetrates your virgin asshole. Instantly you feel as if you’re stuffed to the brim with his whole length, but really only the head of his massive dark rod is inside you. You howl in agony as Dark Link makes that initial shove into your asshole, making you slam your hands on the ground as he takes you balls deep down onto his cock. Your yells turn to whimpers as you feel the massive shadow cock pull out of you and shutter as it starts to fill you right back up. Your evil clone is steadily pumping away at you, savoring your newly feminized lower half every time his crotch makes contact with your pillowy ass. You’re responseless at this point. All you want is this over with. Unfortunately, your body wants a little more. After a few minutes of Dark Link fucking you, he starts hitting one particular spot inside you that’s starting to drive you a little crazy. You’re prostate is getting rubbed just the right way. You’re getting aroused. Your arousal continues to mount and mount more as your clone continues to fuck you. He’s getting closer. You hear him start to moan in pleasure as he his pace picks up a little. His new brisk pace and his sultry groans are getting to you too. All of a sudden you’re shifting your position on the ground. You outright want to get fucked now. Dark Link rewards your shift in position by further increasing his pace, transitioning to a frenzied pumping as his mouth drips a chorus of a pleasured squeals. You feel it. He’s about to cum. He’s about to breed you just like a girl. As much as you hated it to start, all you can do now is submit and let your own orgasm overtake you. Your eyelids start to grow heavy and you mouth starts to droop. You’re panting hard as your eyes roll back into your skull. It’s so fucking good. God, getting fucked feels so fucking good! You shudder and let out a low below as orgasm overtakes you. You shiver in delight and hang your head as your cock dripples in delight from orgasm, seed dripping from your tiny cock in a river of little drops. Orgasm results in you squeezing your butt as hard as you can, surrounding your clone’s cock in a heavenly warmth. He can’t take it either. He lurches forward breathing against your next in heavy pants as his pace grinds to a halt. You feel a rush of warm liquid fill you in an instant as he cums inside your bowels. You sit on the floor, trying to regain your strength from the intense fucking session. You suddenly realize Dark Link’s weight is no longer bearing down on you as your shadowy sex partner fades away. You dread the thought of heading back into town. Now, not only is your lower half naked, but you’re leaking cum from your aching asshole…. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 9 of 11

You’re locked into a room with a thick pink fog permeating the air. Oh god… after that feminizing water, you don’t even want to think about what this is going to do to you! You have to get out fast! You see that this is a block shoving puzzle with three heavy blocks needed to press down three rusty switches. You get to work, trying your best not to breath any of that pink gas. Unfortunately, with the weight of these blocks, you end up needing to take long breaks that have you huffing and puffing for air. 5 minutes of puzzle solving and you finally manage to open the exit. You rush outside, happy to be rid of that foul room. You find yourself in the main room of the dungeon again, but from a higher up point. A nearby switch creates a shortcut that allows you to easily access the top floor. That’s a nice little victory but… still you’re worried. Did that gas end up doing something to you like the water? You inspect your features and nothing seems to be the matter. Your face is the same, your muscles are still there, your butt and legs are distinctly feminine, but that’s purely from the water from earlier. Maybe it lacked an effect? You sincerely hope so. For now, however, you’re feeling tired from a day of adventuring. Having just created a shortcut out of the temple, you figure this is a good place to stop for now. You head back to kakariko village for a night’s rest. By sundown, you’re in bed effortlessly drifting off to sleep… ---- You slash Ganon with one final strike of your master sword, sending the monster squealing into a black abyss! You’ve won! You’ve defeated Ganon and have princess Zelda to claim as your own! You couldn’t be happier! You- wait… This all seems a little sudden. You try and scan your memories for how you even got to this point, but nothing comes up. You try and look at your hands. Most of the features you can easily recognize don’t seem to pop up. You’re in a dream! You remember reading about lucid dreaming ages ago and now you’ve finally gathered your self awareness together for one successful dream you can freely control. What luck! For your first demonstration of your infinite power over this dream world, you attempt to change the environment from the smoldering remains of Ganon’s Castle to something else. A clean and proper bedroom in hyrule becomes your surroundings, situating you and the princess in an intimate space. You smile brightly realizing you can do whatever you please. That grin turns wicked as you glare at princess Zelda. Her dress slowly vanishes into nothing leaving her in dark purple underwear. Her modest tits grow to enormous DD cups. Her calm and controlled demeanor vanishes in an instant, replaced by a low giggle and a hand diving into her panties. She eyes your crotch, licking her lips in anticipation. You give her a bit more to look at as you use your powers over this dream to grow the bulge in your pants to something truly worth salivating over. In mere moments your tights are stuffed with the fat bulge of a massive monster cock. You throw yourself on a King-sized bed for the two of you. Your own clothes fade away as you grow impatient. You’re just too excited to fuck the slutted-up princess of Hyrule that you’ll have to skip the details of undressing in your dream. In an instant, bimbo Zelda is on the bed with you, riding your titanic 15 inch mega cock like a pro, cowgirl style, You relax on the plush bed as you listen to your lover scream in ecstasy. “OOOOOOHH LINK!” Zelda screams with her entire being “OOOOOHH LIIIIINK~! Y-YOUR COCK… AA-AAAArgh… Y-your cock is t-tearing me in h-HAAAAAAlff… A-Aaaa… AAAAAAAH~!” You know it’s not the real Zelda or that you’re really having sex at all, but this all is far too wonderful to care. It does really feel like Zelda is riding your dick, so why bother? You sink further into the bed as she slams against you. This is the best fucking dream of your life. It’s perfect. The perfect fantasy. You gaze into Zelda’s adoring eyes. She gazes happily back. She adjusts her position so the two of you are face to face. You marvel at her darling face as her mind glazes over from the pleasure, her adoration continuing. The moment is only broken as Zelda takes a moment to cough. You let her take her time. The woman sits back up and gives a hardy cough of her lungs. Zelda starts coughing without end. The pink gas from earlier is pouring out of her mouth freely, slowly falling onto the bed in thin wisps. Your relaxed demeaner transitions to startled alarm at the sight. You struggle to get up, but find yourself pinned under your lover’s weight. You consciously try to adjusts your dream, but are met with no results. This is quickly becoming a nightmare. Zelda’s stopped coughing now, but he mouth is still open and freely leaking the pink gas all throughout the room. She’s eyeing you with a crazed look. Zelda gives her body a touch and her tits further inflate to obscene udders. Somehow this figment of your imagination has control over your dream. She glares at you with the same sultry look you gave her earlier. You feel your body changing to the dream Zelda’s whims. Your mighty monster cock fades into near nothingness, deflating into a 2 inch long micro dick. You hear giggles erupt from Zelda at the sight, causing you to blush uncontrollably. Your next change is less apparent and you can’t seem to feel what’s happened until the dream zelda flips you over with her complete domination of your dream scape. Her hand reaches to grope your asshole, which she’s morphed into a huge, thick, donut-like ring of flesh. You jitter at the sensation, both from surprise and from stimulation. It dawns on you shortly after that your ass is now built to take cock. Before you can even glance behind your shoulder to see if the next change you suspect is occuring, you’re gasping from a hot, hard piece of flesh probing your new hole. The head of a giant cock, as thick and overwhelming as the one you were sporting just a while ago, is primed to violate you. Zelda gets into position. She shifts her weight so that she’s pinning you down. He massive tits press against your back. She lets out one final sigh… and the breeding begins. You whimper and groan as your anal virginity is destroyed by Zelda’s massive girl cock. Zelda erupts into labored panting and moaning as her giant fuck stick plunges in and out of you. Her voice is much more subdued than her thunderous yelling earlier, though it feels just as loud as she whimpers and breathes right into your right ear. You have no choice but to endure being fucked by your dream. All efforts to wake yourself prove futile. You can only sit and stomach the strange sensation of being fucked like a woman as you’re effortlessly dominated by your lover. As time progresses in your dream, things start to break down. Zelda’s enthusiastic moans seem to blend in with your own voice until you’re not sure who’s screaming in pleasure. Soon the details of your dream start to fade away as you finally fall back to non-dreaming sleep. You awake the next morning a little groggy. You remember you had a dream last night… a pretty great dream, right? But what was it about? All you can remember was that it was a pretty sexually charged dream, so your hands spend little time reaching for your most sensitive areas. You stroke your 2 inch microdick as you try to remember your fantasy. Was it… were you fucking someone? You remember Zelda in your story you think. Was she getting fucked by you? No, that doesn’t sound right… Your other hands reaches for your fat, cushioned asshole to further stimulate yourself as you think. Oh god, what was it? Were you getting fucked? Soon groping your oversized donut asshole is getting you far too excited and you start creating a fresh fantasy in your head to jack off to. You pull back the covers and stroke your tiny cock fantasizing about hanging out in the seedier bits of the village. You imagine yourself squatting over a huge dildo and effortlessly taking it with your gross asshole until two woman cursed to sport huge cocks notice your horrible display of indecency. They, of course, punish you by making you suck one of their cocks while the other works your asshole with their fist and the dildo. Your fingers dive past your exit’s fatty folds until you’re effortlessly fisting yourself with the same gusto as the futanari in your fantasy. In mere minutes ,your wincing and moaning in delight as orgsam hits you, your wimpy cock cumming all over your naked chest. You stand up to clean yourself and get a nice glance at yourself in the mirror. Something seems a little off as you admire and grope your fat asshole. Maybe you’re dehydrated? Oh well, it’s probably nothing. You gear up for another day of adventuring and savor the sensation of your underwear constraining your fat asspussy folds. You head out the door excitedly, taking only a moment to clear your throat and ignoring the pink smoke that leaks from your mouth. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 8 of 11

You find a peach colored tunic folded neatly. This musts be it! This must be the Pink Tunic the sign told you about. You rush over to the garment of clothing excitedly. You pick the thing up and are a bit taken aback by how it feels. The exterior is leathery and has a hint of dampness to it. You reason it must be a result of the humid castle environment from the nearby pool of water. In your desire to protect yourself from any further feminization, you quickly toss aside your green tunic, pulling the new one on your body quickly. The tunic feels… awfully heavy. It feels like you have to exert a solid amount of effort to even wear the thing. It’s also sort of tight? It felt far big for you when you were sliding it on, but now it’s fitting your form surprisingly well. You gasp as the tunic insides suddenly turn wet. In an instant, the sensation of rough leather is replaced with the tickle of went tentacles against your chest. It’s alive! This tunic is alive! You try and get a grip at it to pry it off, but every time your fingers get too close to a vulnerable area, you’re abdomen is squeezed horribly tight, causing you to flinch and release any grip. After 5 minutes of struggling, you start to run thin on strength. You hunch over in defeat as the living clothing does as it pleases. Your chest is being slathered in some sort of thick mucus. It makes it ultra sensitive to the touch, making you twitch and shudder as the tunic’s dozens of tiny tentacles lap across your body. You find it hard to focus on anything but those dancing tentacles, until the clothing reveals a second secret. Two sharp, needle like protrusions penetrate your skin, causing you to wince from the prick. You feel some sort of hot liquid flowing from the needle, injecting god know’s what into your system. This feeling rouses a fresh bout of resistance from you, but you’re quickly pacified by the overwhelming sensation of the tunic’s tentacles groping your chest again. Of course, with a parasite strapped to your chest, you break away from adventuring to get help. You find an old hag that runs a potion shop in the back of Kakariko village that can at least identify what the creature is. She tells you that the monster is a rare symbiotic parasite that’s actually treasured in some lands for how it works with the human body. You ask for further details, but she fails to offer any. All she says for certain is that it won’t harm you in any way. She says the thing may stay on you for maybe 6 weeks or so before it dies off naturally. No cure is offered. She advises you to continue your normal daily routine unimpaired. You’re hesitant to head back into the temple of lust with this thing clinging to you, so you decide to spend the next few days adventuring around hyrule fulfilling side quests to better equip yourself for the next dungeon. As the monster’s sharp tentacles stab you with another injection, You hope whatever problems this thing generates aren’t too severe… On day 3 with your parasite tunic, you start to notice your chest looks a little odd. It looks like the parasite is growing, it’s now bulging out maybe another inch? Well, that or your chest has grown, but you dismiss that idea fairly quickly. On day 5, you grow unexpectedly horny out of nowhere mid adventure. You dive behind some rocks and attempt to masturbate to orgasm, but can’t seem to find release. After an hour or so of trying, you give up. On day 7, you notice that some of the creature's tentacles have started growing. Long, whip like tentacles maybe a foot long have sprung from the creature’s side. They seem to flail around randomly. Your concern grows. On day 10, you find that the tentacles are growing more adventurous. They maneuver about wildly on their own accord, occasionally slapping against your back, your sides, or even your face. They’re proving to be annoying. The tunic itself seems to be changing in shape a little as well. The area around your neck is starting to grow weaker and looks almost as if it’s dieing. You hope you’re lucky enough to be able to deal with this thing sooner than expected. On day 11 you awake to find yourself being fed some strange purple substance by one of the parasite’s tentacles. You’re startled awake and spit out whatever’s in your mouth onto the floor and swat the offending tentacle. Your mouth is left with a foul after taste. The only thing you can seem to compare it to is, begrudgingly, human sperm. You hope whatever you were fed doesn’t adversely affect you further. On day 13, you notice a definite swell in your chest. This thing seems to be inciting breast growth, somehow. You sigh defeatedly at the realization. Later that day, the necrotic neck of the parasite breaks open to expose your new cleavage to the air. On day 15 the whip tentacles have grown much thicker. You count three separate tentacles now, each maybe the thickness of your finger, inspecting your body. On day 20 you yet again feel an insatiable urge to masturbate. You haven’t climaxed for close to 3 weeks now. You take some time out of your sleep to lay in bed and stroke yourself, but can’t seem to finish. No matter how desperately you pump at your cock, you can’t reach climax. You go to bed, frustrated and needy. On day 24 you awake to find yourself suckling on the tunic’s feeding tentacle, ingesting a meal of that purple goop. You’re a little weirded out and worry about how much you were eating in your sleep. On day 28 you’re met with a pleasant surprise, of all things. You can feel that your cock has been restored to its former glory, somehow. You figure it’s the work of the parasite, but are hesitant to congratulate it. Why couldn’t it have just made your cock bigger in the first place and skipped the growing tits part? On day 29 you start to notice that your tits have definitely grown even larger. You now have a woman’s chest and sport twin D-cup tits. The parasite seems to be changing form to better suit your new build. The clothing article has shifted up and now exposes your midriff to the air. On day 31 you feel another insatiable urge to jack off. It’s been 4 weeks without cumming now and you simple can’t contain yourself. You find a private area to stroke yourself and within three minutes you feel as if you’re ready to cum. You get closer and closer still… but can’t finish! You groan in frustration. This isn’t fair! You eventually leave your private area to explore the surrounding area more, but soon notice your cock has yet to soften. 15 minutes of exploration makes it abundantly clear your erection is not going away anytime soon. You resign back to a private space and try to end this torture by finally reaching climax. You sit in a hot, humid tent furiously masturbating. You feel close, but you still can’t seem to close the gap. However, just as you feel so exhausted that you decide to quit and sleep for the night, something inside you changes. All of a sudden, your frustration seems to be gone. Your energy has returned in full. And an absolute assault on your senses has begun without end. A million sultry fantasies seem to flood your head all at once. An unquellable desire to breed strikes you like a lightning bolt and all of a sudden you feel like you could jack off for hours. You’re so overwhelmed, you don’t notice a tentacle slipping back into your throat to feed you more of that purple goop. Finally, after 3 hours of stroking as hard as you can and being fed that gross purple goop, you feel like you’re there. You shift position, transitioning from lying flat on your back to raising your waist up and aiming your cock at your face. You’re not sure why, it just feels like what you need to do this. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You stroke and you stroke, lovingly eyeing the head of your cock as it pulsates, throbs, and finally... *SPLURT!* Your cock fires off like a hose, drenching your chest and face in a load of cum fitting for 4 weeks of orgasm denial. You mewl, pant, and shutter as a brain-chokingly delightful orgasm racks your body. You let your tongue coat itself in your own semen, before attempting to swallow and turning your mouth into a sticky mess. Your upper body is drenched in a clear white coating. You love it. You feel the most sincere satisfaction as you drift off to sleep from exhaustion. On day 32 you delight to find your tunic friend feeding your again by shoving more purple goop down your throat as you sleep. You happily nurse on the tentacle like your mother’s nipple until you’re bloated with that delicious purple nutrients. For some reason, you don’t think twice about it. After your orgasm last night, no doubt caused by this parasite, you’ll do whatever it wants if you get more of that. Waking up afterwards is a little difficult, but you adventure through the day with a new sense of energy. You happily venture back to your camp at sundown and enjoy another mega ejaculation to end the day. On day 35 you’re excited by how much your cock has grown. It’s turned into a massive 13 inch mega cock! It’s so sensitive you can hardly stand to wear pants. All recent attempts end with you getting all hot and bothered within a few minutes. You’re leaking pre constantly after that and by that point just need to stop and masturbate for all your worth. You attempt to wear nothing, but even the tickle of the wind seems to be too much. Paralyzed by your desires, you end up spending the entire day masturbating endlessly, spraying cum all over yourself without care On day 36, you find that your parasite friend has solved your sensitivity problem! Overnight, a part of him lurched down and covered your crotch with a pair of panties just like your chest! You’re still ejaculating extremely frequently just from the sensitivity of your new cock (even moreso now that a fresh set of tentacles are groping it continuously) but at least now your parasite friend is absorbing all your cum so you don’t make a mess. By day 40, you look almost completely feminine aside from your face and massive cock. You’ve still got a distinctly masculine look there, but your features are softer than ever before. Your tits have turned to obscene F cup torpedos. Passing as male from now on will be difficult. Finally, on day 43, you notice your parasite outfit isn’t moving much at all. You grip it and end up breaking the chest of your tunic, causing your huge tits to bounce freely exposed. It seems your parasite friend is dead. You’re saddened for a moment, but are reassured that it led a happy life based on how wildly your body transformed in the handful of weeks you housed it. It probably is just in its nature to eventually die after laying its eggs. You slump off the thing onto the forest floor, leaving you completely naked. Without your tentacle clothing to readily absorb your secretions, you’re soon reminded how wildly out of control your body has become. Already the chill of the wind has your inch long nipples budding with milk. Already your full balls are starting to twitch and your cock pulsate, leaking a long strand of pre cum onto the floor below. Any feeling other than a tireless need to fuck is soon quashed out of your mind by your aching sensitive bits. You start on your long journey back into town to find a few attractive folks to pleasure as they wish. The only thing that impedes you on your journey back are momentary breaks to jack your cock or milk your massive tits. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 10 of 11

The next room has a particularly strange hole in the ground. It resembles the open holes that lead to hidden secrets you’ve found all throughout hyrule, but it’s just a little different. It’s wide, it seems terribly deep, and the very floor of the dungeon around it seems to be bending around its weight. This might be less a secret and more a tear in the fabric of space that leads to who knows where. Normally whenever something’s presented to you in a dungeon you assume it’s needed. This has always been the case… why would it be different now? After a moment of hesitation, you jump into the hole. You yell as you fall down the deep portal, falling for minutes on end towards some beam of light. You brace for the worse as you draw nearer and nearer until you finally fall into the harsh white shine… You awake in a pile of hay somewhere. A Cucco inspects your hand, signaling you to stir awake. You get on your feet, groaning in soreness as the tiredness of your body become apparent. What happened? Where did that portal take you? You assess your surrounds and soon recognize where you are. The exit to a graveyard to the north and the windmill to the west signals to you you’re in Kakariko village, right in the Cucco lady’s Cucco pen. You hear a voice call out no sooner than you make that realization. “Are you alright? I heard a huge boom last night… was that you?” You instantly recognize this as the voice of the Cucco lady herself, having helped her earlier, and spin around to greet her. You gasp in surprise at the sight of the woman The Cucco lady is just as you remember her except for… her clothes stop at her waist. Below that point, she’s completely naked and has left her crotch freely exposed. And her crotch… sprouting from her crotch is the most ridiculous cock you’ve seen in your life. Fucking over two feet of girldick as thick as your arm is standing erect as she speaks with you. Below it are two massive testicles the size of your ocarina dangling below… did it just grow? Oh holy shit, they’re growing! Her balls are inflating right before your eyes! You are a stammering wreck and can’t even begin to answer her question. The scent of hot sweaty cock and sperm are starting to permeate the air as you look at the woman in complete shock. The woman smiles at your nervousness. You see her balls contract slightly and a gooey strang of pre cum starts to bud and descend from her giant cock. “Awhahaha~ Trying to peep at me in my sleep? That’s so cute! Honey, if you ever want to shove your face against my nutsack and suck on my balls, you’re free to stop by any time! I know your urges as men to suck girl cock get out of control sometimes, so don’t hesitate to come and grind against my shaft!” She exclaims happily. As she walks away, you look to the rest of the village and see a sight just as alarming. Every woman in the town is dressed in that same way, wearing no clothing below their waist. Every single one of them is sporting a cock just as titanic. They’re going about their normal lives without any indication something is amiss. The only occasional difference is that frequently in conversation, these women will start grinding against each other or even start stroking the other’s cock. What happened!? Where are you? You exit the backyard of the Cucco lady's house and try to leave the village as quickly as you can. You try to find somewhere that makes any sense... Everywhere you go, everything seems to be the exact same. No one seems to care about leaving their privates exposed for the world to see. Every man is built as androgynous as you are or more feminine. Every woman is stacked and bearing a cock that puts any man’s cock to shame. Society everywhere operates just as it use to, but is filled with so much sex. Men and women will attempt to please their partners as they converse, trade, argue… whatever the case. Encounters frequently end with one party cumming. Passionate, sweaty, ball slapping fucking as a result of these encounters is not uncommon. Even the ejaculations seem alien. Men drool cum from their cock like a facet while writhing in the high of orgasm for minutes on end. Women ejaculate as you’re use to, just with their cocks violently discharging liters of semen. This hyper sexualized society is beyond strange. You reason that what you found was a portal to some alternate world that dropped you into a different dimension. You also deduce that it’s just like the Hyrule you knew, but with some very notable differences. Obviously, human sexuality is completely different. Secondly, ganon seems to have never existed and the land of Hyrule seems to be completely safe. You have no incentive to adventure any longer. With peace reigning, your life slows down and you eventually start a life living in Hyrule castle town. The air is noxiously thick. Not with pollution, but with the scent of cum. Such a tight living environment with people packed into a narrow spaces trying to trade and shop, cocks in constant exposure rubbing against one another… the streets are sticky with puddles of semen and you’ve had a few woman accidentally blow their load against your backside more than once. Over time, you begin to realize that the semen women discharge seems to have the property of an aphrodisiac. You find yourself turned on by the scent of girl cum alone after a week of living in the town. Two weeks in and you find yourself frequently masturbating just to relieve yourself of an unquellable sexual tension. You often get to climax in minutes snorting your own cum soaked clothing. Soon after, you feel yourself losing control to this world. You’re not built to endure pheromones this strong and soon you’re drunk off of the stink of cum. You spend your days shuffling through tight alleys looking for the women with the largest cocks and getting intimately close. You grind your ass against their shaft as best you can and savour the sensation of cum drenching your clothing as you secure another orgasm. You’re far too happy whenever a city goer enjoys your treatment and drags you into an alley for some more vigorous action. GAME OVER - Pink Ending 11 of 11

You take the path directly in front of you. You're soon lead into a series of clean stone halls indicating that this place was at one point important or even sacred. Towards the end of the path, you discover a strange chunk of stone submerged partially in the floor. An inscription is marked across it. You inspect it closely and wipe away a dirt coating to see a message inscribed: “Play the song below and feel your body contort to the rhythm” You notice below notes are marked on the rock. How perfect! This must be some song you need to solve the dungeon. You bust out your ocarina and try and sight read the notes. You notice it sounds very similar to… [[Epona’s Song|That sounds a lot like Epona's Song!]] [[Zelda’s Lullaby|That sounds a lot like Zelda's Lullaby!]] [[The Song of Storms|That sounds a lot like the Song of Storms!]]

You travel down the path to your right. A stone corridor lit by torches eventually leads you to a wooden door. You feel a heat emanating from behind it. You open the door and are greeted by what looks like a grand dinner table with freshly prepared food sprawling down its extravagant length of maybe ten meters. You start salivating at the sight. You haven’t eaten much today. Your stomach gurgles. Right now, you’re so hungry, you feel like you could single handedly devour all this delicious looking food. You’re so hungry in fact, it doesn’t immediately register such a fantastic banquet in the middle of a seedy dungeon is the textbook definition of suspicious. Now… where to begin? There’s so much to choose from! To start, you think you’ll sample… [[A sip of a delicious looking soup|tongue]] [[A slice of blueberry pie|pie]] [[Some ice cream from a huge frosty bowl|ice]]

You travel down the left corridor. You find yourself in an abandoned dungeon lined with jail cells. In one of the open cells, you notice an old switch you're heavy enough to compress. You jump on the switch and press it down, uncaring about the ominous environment. You are almost immediately punished for pressing the switch as you look up. A grate on the ceiling slowly opens and a huge Like Like comes crashing down onto the floor! You fling yourself out of the way, skidding across the ground as the Like Like lands with a splat. You try to get back on your feet, only for your feet to be lifted off the ground on your own. You crane your neck to confirm your worst fear. The Like Like is trying to engulf you. You desperately claw at the ground trying to get any grip. Any small leverage you get is torn away as the Like Like sucks you into its maw. Your head starts racing. You’ve heard about these things before. They don’t… they don’t eat people right? They just want to eat your shield and spit you back out? You really, really hope that’s the case. [[They do just eat your shield|They do just eat your shield]] [[They Eat more than your shield|They eat more than your shield]]

(This section is a WIP but one ending is done. You can still check it out, if you wish) [[A chu lands on you from the ceiling!|on]] [[You look up and scream at the sight of a chu dropping towards you!|in]]

This new song has a certain sound to it. It reminds you heavily of the music you heard on Lon Lon Ranch, but with just a different tinge to it. As you break away from your ocarina having learned the song, you suddenly feel an overwhelming magical force assault your body. You hold your head as an awful headache suddenly strikes you. Suddenly, your body doesn’t feel right... The first thing you notice is your tunic getting tight. Really tight… oh god, you can’t breath! You frantically try to unbutton your tunic to let out whatever pressure is developing in your chest. When that fails, you yank the fabric desperately to pry it off. You succeed and send buttons flying as your tunic rips to unveil the source of your discomfort. Huge D cup tits are growing out of your chest, and they seem to have a bit more growing to go. You reach out to feel your new mammaries in disbelief. These can’t actually be yours, can they? One squeeze and your question is answered loud and clear. Those are yours, and holy fuck, squeezing them feels so amazing. You quiver a little with that first groping, then squeeze again a little more forcefully. You’re rewarded with an instant spurt of pleasure that has you throwing your head back in delight. Your breasts show just how much they like the stimulation as well, releasing a spray of milk onto the floor below. The relief from milking those heavy knockers is too delightful. You can even feel yourself growing erect at the sensation. Only when your erection grows hard enough to slap against your new underside do you realize something is horribly wrong with the lower half of your anatomy. You look behind you and yelp in surprise at the transformation your body has undergone while you were distracted groping yourself. You no longer have a human lower half. The bottom portion of your body has morphed into a cow body, making you a full blown cow centaur. You stammer in panic as you try to assess the situation. You can’t believe this… this can’t be real! You almost want to cry but that throbbing erection that caught your attention in the first place slaps against your lower half again. The tip of your pecker is now just a little bit behind your new front pair of cow legs, but you can still feel the base around the crotch of your rear pair… You take a moment to realize what that means. Your cock is fucking enormous now. You’re literally hung like a bull. As you step around, you can feel that your testicles have grown in size proportionally as well. Your old modest balls have grown to be a heaving, throbbing nutsack, churning fresh semen and desperate to spill its seed. Only then do you realize how desperately horny you are. You’re a raging animal now and have the same sexual urges as one. With nobody around and a desperate need to relieve your aching balls, you kneel down on the floor. You can’t stroke your cock any more with the huge distance between your arms and cock, so you masturbate the only way you can think of. You crouch low enough to press your cock between your underside and the floor, and shift back and forth. It’s crude and it’s nothing like the satisfying grip you always pleasured yourself with, but it’s more than enough to get off your system chock full of fresh animal pheromones. After only a few minutes, you’re shuddering in anticipation. You’re nearly there. Just a little bit more stimulus and you’ll be over the edge… You grope your new tits again, now fully grown to massive lactating J-cups. Your eyes shoot wide as your whole body spasms to the sensation of milking your new breasts. You moan as loud as you can as the waves of pleasure from your cock and tits converge into a heavenly sensation that rocks you to your core. Your massive beast cock starts spurting hot sticky spunk all over the floor, pumping out a seemingly endless supply. Your tits join in and let out a spray of fresh milk across the ground. It's pure heaven. After what feels like 2 liters of sperm pour out of you, you finally gather the energy to stand. You size your new body up again. This time however, you’re not really too worried. You’re sure everything will be fine. Hell, maybe that sweet girl on the ranch will take you in and milk you like any of the other cows. And maybe if you’re really lucky, she might even milk the lower portion of you… GAME OVER - Green Ending 1 of 12

DEAD END (will be completed later)

You play a mysterious melody, one that plays just like the song of storms. As the song plays out of your ocarina, you’re reminded of how you learned the song the first time, listening to that annoying man in Kakariko village. You remember how that strange song made the windmill wiz and wiz as hard as it could, almost making your dizzy with how intense the thing was spinning. The image is so vivid you start to become dizzy yourself, but the effects wear off soon. Perhaps this is enough exploring for the day. You’re very happy you made some progress adventuring through this dungeon You head back to Kakariko village to restock on supplies and socialize with the friendly townsfolk. On your way around town, the Cuckoo lady greets you, still thankful for your help collecting her runaway chicken flock all that time ago. You kick up a conversation about how your life has been going. One thing leads to another and you discuss your recent dungeon exploration and the song that came with it. The woman grows so intrigued, she asks you to play the song to see the strange effect you mention. You play the song, and again, that dizzy sensation returns. You look back to the Cucco lady to see how she’s doing, only to blush at the sight in front of you. The quiet maiden woman is now crossing her legs, desperate to stop the flow of piss jetting from her now gushing cunt. Her hands are clamped across her crotch trying to control the flow, but to no avail. She looks tremendously embarrassed as she continues to water the grass below her. You reach out to help, but she begs for you to stop looking as her pissing continues. You dart away, heading into an inn to distance yourself from the spectacle. You head back towards the woman later that evening to apologize for… whatever happened. You’re almost certain the song has caused this. The woman seems a little embarrassed by your reappearance. You’re shocked however, when she asks you to play the song again. She explains that whatever that song did, it made the sensation of pissing feel like the sweetest orgasm of her life. The deluge lasted for another 3 minutes after you had left her and at some point she was masturbating her urinating cunt as hard as she could from the raw delight. She outright gets down on her knees and begs you to play the song again… a request you’re far too happy to help with. GAME OVER - Green Ending 3 of 12

You pour a bowl of soup for yourself with an extravagant silver ladle. It looks like a nice, meaty soup to make the perfect appetizer. You’re salivating at the sight of it as you bring a spoonful of the hot liquid to your lips… OUCH! You were too hasty and burnt your tongue on the hot liquid! You quickly pull your spoon away and pour yourself a glass of ice water to sooth the burn. You gulp down the cold drink in an attempt to relieve the pain. After a while, it seems to work! You don’t feel any pain anymore. …You don’t feel much of anything from your tongue anymore, even. It’s a strange sensation. You can feel your tongue pressing against the roof of your mouth, but you can’t seem to feel your tongue itself. Attempting to give it a wiggle does nothing. Something’s wrong. It dawns on you that you have a problem once your tongue slides out of your mouth to wet your lips on its own accord. Your eyes grow wide in surprise at the sensation. What’s going on? You feel the muscle rolling against your face, exploring your cheeks, chin, and nose with no input from yourself. You’re not entirely sure how to react to such a strange occurrence. For now at least, you simply let whatever’s going on continue. You feel the underside of your chin being licked. Your alarm turns to panic as it dawns on your your tongue has no business reaching that far down. You’re finally prompted to some sort of reaction. You reach out and grip your tongue, only to be shocked by what you feel and see. Your tongue has grown to at least a foot in length. More seems to be slipping out of your mouth to add to the length as you try and constrain your own tongue, of all things. It’s obvious the soup you consumed was cursed in some capacity. You’re bewildered by the choice of impairment when poison seems so much more effective. Soon after you grip your freakish tongue, it squirms and flails in deviance, somehow finding the strength to break from your grip. You jump out of your seat in surprise, reacting to your tongue almost like seeing a snake too close by. You can feel more and more of the tongue’s length slipping out of your mouth, turning such a simple appendage into a worm-like monster. It’s now 4 feet in length and continuously growing. The strength of this massive red tentacle you use to call your tongue is growing readily more apparent by the second. It gets harder and harder for you to keep your body out of the way as it grows, the tentacle darting freely in whatever direction it pleases. Before long, it’s successfully gotten around your waist. It gives your stomach a tight squeeze, making you recoil in pain. Your flinch is all the time the appendage needs to whip around your body and secure your arms as well, pulling them to your sides and wrapping your body in an anaconda-like grip. With you completely incapacitated, you feel the crawl from your mouth and the movements of the tentacle beast slow. You feel a dampness prying at your tights, prodding around for some way to reach your crotch. You can only offer a flex of your arms in resistance as the tongue slides down the front of your pants. You shudder at the sensation of the warm, wet saliva of your tongue pressing against your cock. You’re limp, but the sensation of being touched in such a delicate area is quick to spur you to arousal. The organ stops its descent across your body to play with your dick, growing more and more interested as you grow more erect against your will. You’re still frightened by what this thing has planned for you, but the tickle of wet flesh is getting your body a little flustered. Your panic is gradually more and more dissolved as your erection grows larger. Eventually you grow to your full length with your cock encircled by your out of control tongue. Then… your tongue starts to pump you length. Up and down the coils of the tentacle monster trail on your shaft. You’ve had your dick sucked once or twice as a reward from that ranch girl and this sensation is remarkably similar. It feels as if your cock’s being wrapped in a tight throat, squeezing you with veteran expertise. The way it’s lapping at the underside of your glands, stroking yourself with the same firm squeeze your hand does so masterfully… it’s as if it knows everything you like. Well, that does make some sense considering it's part of your body, but you’re not controlling it. How does it know what you want? This bizarre rendition of autofellatio is raising questions you don’t care to answer at the moment. Your guard starts to drop as you get more into the rhythmic tongue masturbation. You relax your muscles and the tight grip on your body starts to loosen. Your tongue’s masturbation skills have you thoroughly entranced. The only thing that makes you alarmed is once the tip moves farther south, leaving the other parts of the tongue to pump your shaft in a dense coil. The tentacle starts to trail down your taint where it takes a moment to prod for your asshole. You consider yourself very thankful you can’t seem to taste anything anymore. Otherwise, you’d likely be too overwhelmed to feel anything but disgust at the prospect of tonguing your own ass. Instead, you feel nothing but a soothing, lusty anticipation as your own tongue plunges inside of you, masturbating your cock all the while. It takes mere moment for the thing to find your prostate. You’re moaning in lusty joy at the sensation, at least as well as you can with your tongue hanging out of your mouth. You stand there, legs parted slightly, for minutes on end as your tongue gives you the most intense sexual encounter of your life. You’re delighted the entire way, up until orgasm sends your knees buckling and strands of cum all over the floor. You pant in exhaustion as your high starts to fade. Your tongue seems content as well, as it slowly starts to withdraw back into your throat. You try not to think about how it was just wrapped around your clothing, slobbering over your cock, or inside of your ass, and thankfully no rude tastes appear as it slides back inside you. By the end, it’s completely retracted inside of you as if nothing ever happened. Was… was that all? Just one encounter and your tongue’s back to normal? Sure, you’re a little relieved that your tongue’s not a monster trying to violate you, but you were sort of hoping you’d have more time with it after it pleasured you so marvelously. You stand from your table and leave the room to continue to explore the dungeon, a bit disappointed. In the very next room, you come across a strange puzzle. There’s a door on the opposite side of the room, but between you and the next exit is a 10 foot gap of rushing water. You know for certain you can’t clear the jump. The only thing that might be able to help is a target perched over the door. You fire your bow at the thing, but the arrow bounces off. You shoot your hookshot at the target, but it too is pushed away. A strange idea wraps over you as you stare at the target. Could you… no way! …Could it? You try and stick out your tongue as rapidly as you can. You’re rewarded with 10 feet of your massive tentacle tongue shooting forward and splatting against the target, applying enough pressure on a wide enough surface area to trigger the switch. Platforms rise from below and create a clear path to the other side as the thing whips back into your mouth. It’s apparent you’ve still got your giant monster tongue inside of you, and you even seem to have some control over your tongue now. It’s even a helpful tool for solving puzzles! Was this… was this the dungeon item? It seems to fit all of the typical criteria for one, but a magical body altering transformation instead of a hookshot upgrade seems strange. Oh well. You continue along your path wondering what other puzzles await you. It occurs to you that the dungeon item is usually used in boss battles too. Does that mean you’ll have to lick some gross monster? You shudder at the thought. Soon after though, your hopes get raised at the possibilities of a human adversary. Ohohoho, this would be a great time for Dark Link to show up! You can already picture the battle now. Your super tongue wrapping him in bondage as you’re free to do with him as you wish… You’re so enveloped by your fantasy, you don’t even notice your tongue slipping out of your mouth again into your pants as you make your way into the next room. GAME OVER - Green Ending 4 of 12

You decide to start by sampling the blueberry pie. You prepare yourself a plate and cut into the dish, pulling aside a large slice of the treat. It looks unlike any pie you’ve ever had, really. The baked fruit inside the treat is relentlessly gushing juices as it compresses under its own weight. You grab a fork and relentlessly dig in! The steaming hot mixture of fruit and pie crust is a delicious assault on your senses! The taste makes your battle hardened adventurer look melt away as you squeal like a little girl from the taste. It’s delicious! You quickly shove the treat down your gullet, gulping down bite after bite with only a few chews. Even once you’re done with the peace, you pool up leftover blueberry juices with your fingers. What a delicious taste! Even the after taste is amazing. Such a rich sugary flavor that… that only seems to get more intense the more you try and swallow it down. You reach for a poured glass of water to cool your throat and clear your palate for the next food item. You successfully chill your throat back to a comfortable range, but the taste won’t abate. At first you’re perplexed. However, your concern greatly intensifies as you look at your reflection through the shiny metallic lid of a nearby entrée. Your face is turning blue. A blue tinge is radiating out from the center of your face, turning your white skin a dark violet. You take off your gloves to see if the rest of your body is changing. You see that same blue tinge spreading from your palms to your fingers. As you watch the color diffuse across your hands, you feel your stomach give a mighty gurgle unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. A loud, belly twitching beast of a gurgle. You groan at the sensation, which swiftly transitions to a burp as your stomach desperately searches for some outlet to relieve the pressure in your gut. Your clothing starts to grow tight and stretch. Your stomach starts to poke out between your pants and your tunic. Your chair gives a wooden creak as it strains to keep itself in tact beneath you. You’re gaining weight. Fast! You’re turning into a blueberry! You try and stand up, perhaps in some involuntary reaction to flee from danger, but find it arduously difficult. Your gut is continuously swelling and packing on bounds of a liquidy, swaying weight seemingly out of nowhere. Already you look as if you’re suddenly 9 months pregnant. Your attempt to shuffle out of your seat feels like the equivalent of shaking a soda can, leaving you burping deep, long, throat stretching belches unlike anything you’ve felt before to relieve the pressure. You pant as you finally stand up, the sound of your belly’s contents sloshing faintly audible as you do. You try and get out of the room, but every step feels just as uncomfortable as standing from your chair. Your legs start to ache and wobble, your thighs growing thicker from the juices. You can’t see it under your clothes, but your entire skin is now some tint of blue. You’re so overloaded with blueberry juices, you’re starting to leak them. Drips of juice are starting to pool at the ends of your nipples. Your cock dribbles juice as well, creating an unflattering dark stain in the front of your pants. You’re losing control of your body so quickly! You feel like you’ll lose balance at any moment but… it’s not entirely unpleasant. Your nipples and urethra opening up to expel your constantly growing well of juice feels half like the sensational relief of taking a piss after holding it in for so, so long. Eventually you topple over, a faster torrent of juice leaking out of you. The longer this happens, the more it starts to feel less like a long piss and more like a slow, never ending, ball draining orgasm but with an actual near infinite supply of liquid in juice to substitute as your ejaculate. You’re inflated with juice like a fucking balloon. Your skin has grown so taut from the juice, you can clearly see blueberry juices sloshing around in your gut like a freshly poured soda, bubbling through your system. You can at least tell the effects of this sudden inflation spell won’t last forever. You’re very slowly deflating, juice gradually pouring out of you from whatever orifice it can manage. You feel the stuff welling up in your throat, but keep swallowing so you don’t coat your face in blueberry drool. Unfortunately, the alternate exits for the juice are hardly glamorous. Your once strong, muscular chest, now bloated to join your orb-like stomach,is lactating juices. Your cock is another favorite outlet for the juices as well, it pouring out of the head in a strange sensation that feels halfway between peeing after having to hold it in for ages, half leaking pre from being so close to ejaculation. You’re actually not too sad about your situation as you shamelessly leak juices. Having such erogenous zones of your body continuously stimulated is honestly a very pleasurable sensation. You're far less worried now, and are in fact, much more interested in getting seconds and feeling your body stretch to its limits yet again. GAME OVER - Green Ending 5 of 12

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Your entire calves are now completely consumed by the monster’s maw, locked in its corpulent gullet. You feel its muscular interior holding onto your tightly as it eats you almost like a hungry snake. Your lower frame creates a bottleneck for the beast as it attempts to engulf you, giving you just a moment to yourself. You frantically unhook your shield and toss it to the opposite side of the room praying the beast only wants it and not the rest of you. Yet again the monsters lips lunge up your body, covering your crotch and rear in its folds of flesh. This monster is now interested in you far more than your shield. You feel the monster’s stomach secreting something. It’s not quite the brutal stomach acid you expect. It’s a neurotoxin, effortlessly diffusing through your engulfed skin into the rest of your system. Your spry body, so ready to fight and flee, suddenly grows dreary and limp. Your eyelids grow heavy. It feels as if you’re drifting to sleep, but with one large difference. This insidious little toxin wants you wiggling while you’re eaten to better help shove you down into the Like Like’s stomach. How does it accomplish this? By flooding your system with an intense aphrodisiac to get your hips thrusting. Your panicked expression soon turns to a crazed smile occasionally gasping in delight as you feel the venom rack your nervous system. Your mental panic is soon blissfully smothered with images of pumping, cumming and fucking. You want nothing more than to grind against these muscular walls until you’re ejaculating. You’ll trade anything for that one wonderful pleasure, even your own life. You squirm as much as that fleshy invertebrate will allow you, humping against the monster’s flesh. Even though it's so little stimulus with what little grip your cock has rubbing against its innards, it feels like the best masturbation session you’ve ever had. Your screams of terror turn to blissful coos as you continue to hump the beast’s throat, falling deeper and deeper into it gullet. It’s as if the stomach you’re now up to your shoulders in is a warm bath sheltering you from the cold. Farther down you plunge into this thing’s stomach, enjoying every little moment, just inches away from that sweet release you crave. With just your face poking out now, your feel the rest of the monster’s stomach clamp down on you, providing you with the last bit you needed to get over the edge. You cum harder than you can ever remember, cock throbbing and tongue rolling out your mouth as the monster’s mouth climbs up your neck. You’re coos grow quieter as your body seeps farther down and succumbs to the paralysis of the toxin. Even as your mouth goes into the monster’s maw, you feel no fear. You only feel the satisfaction of the best orgasm of your life. You happily shut your eyes and see your last glimpse of light as post-coitus exhaustion and paralysis lull you to sleep… ---- Suddenly, a high pitch BWUUUANG fills your ears, startling you awake. Your hands dart across your body as you realize you’re alive. You’re you! You’re the same person that entered the room completely unscathed. You feel a little weaker, as if you lost a heart of health, but nothing worse than that. It’s just like those times whenever you fell off a cliff or fell in lava and simply showed up where you were just a moment before. You still don’t understand what the hell is doing that, but you laugh in relief from escaping what was certain… actual death. Now that the shock of having died is behind you, you start to remember just how wonderful your crotch felt from the Like Like’s stimulation. Maybe if you were in a situation where you were calmer and embraced becoming the creature’s meal, you might enjoy the sensation even better. You check your inventory and realize you have 4 bottled fairies lying in wait to assist with your giant 13 heart health bar. Maybe it’s a bit foolish to trust in some unexplainable force to revive you, but you’re far too curious to care. You eagerly step forward, press down the switch, and watch that nasty Like Like fall right next to you yet again. GAME OVER - Green Ending 8 of 12

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(This section is a WIP but one ending is done. You can still check it out, if you wish) [[You can't escape...|goo boy]] [[You escape the clutches of the chus|chu are a mom]]

With your best effort, you escape the clutches of the mob of chus and run for your life. You dart out the dungeon as fast as you can back to civilization. This afternoon has been traumatizing. You very badly need a shower and a warm bed. You hightail it back to Kakariko village and pay an inn for a night’s stay. You thoroughly decompress throughout the evening and by bed, you are completely relaxed from that traumatic attack. You wake up close to 1am with a stomach ache. You feel groggy and heavy, as if you ate entirely too much food for dinner, though you only had a light snack this evening. You light a lantern to get a good view of yourself in the mirror. You scream in surprise as your belly has grown horrifically distended in your sleep. You now look as if you’re about to birth twins from your new massive stomach bulge. You’re in disbelief. You tap your stomach to see if this is all real, still in disbelief that that’s your stomach. You can feel it. It’s your skin. It’s your flesh. You pinch it still in denial. Big mistake. You hear what sounds like a muffled giggle. Your stomach suddenly feels like it’s in knots. You feel an undeniable need to sit on your back and spread your legs. You frantically throw off your pajamas, part your thighs as wide as they’ll go, and push. Push as hard as you can. Whatever’s inside you wants to come out right now. You pant and grunt in effort as you feel something coming out. It’s dilating your asshole wider and wider with its cold and slimy body. Finally, you’re spread wide enough for it to emerge. A baby chuu pours out of your ass onto the floor with a mischievous cackle. Your stomach is still huge. The slime monster turns back to face you. Your newly born chu baby wants to see its siblings born into the world. Your fingers grip the floor as tightly as you can as your birthing continues. A huge cluster of baby slime monsters pump out of you, cascading out of your asshole onto the floor with a wet and noisy chorus. Thankfully, your anus stops paining you after the 5th or so exits you. After 10 minutes straight of birthing, your stomach has significantly deflated. You feel empty. The birthing nightmare is finally over and now you have 30 or so baby slimes sitting around your ruined asshole. The things are maturing quickly. They’ve already grown to double the size when they were crawling out of you and seem to have a great interest in their mother again. You are powerless to stop a group of 5 or so of them as they crawl over your body. Several of them force themselves down your throat to perpetuate their species further and re impregnate you. Another two find your nipples surprisingly interesting and seep into them. The monsters effortlessly fill your chest and in mere moments a pair of fat tits have developed across your chest. With your now over inflated breasts bulging with chu slime and a distended stomach, you truly look the part of a mother. You hope that the monsters at some point grow tired of you, but it seems unlikely. All you can do is rest on the floor as you feel your new brood developing in your stomach while your newly born blob children cause screams to run rampant throughout the hotel. Your children are eager to start families in whatever orifice they can climb in. GAME OVER - Green Ending 12 of 12

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You continue and enter a large, circular room ahead. You hear a chuckle from behind you and see a Wizzrobe ready to attack on a platform suspended in the air. You swiftly grab your bow to hit the Wizzrobe at a distance, and successfully strike it down in one brutal shot. You calm back down as you see the monster poof into smoke. You relax so much, in fact, that you fail to notice it shot a ball of magical energy before it's death, one that's still homing after you! You shriek in surprise as the magic ball finally makes contact with you, and grit your teeth as you feel the magic effect your body. You can feel that something is wrong. You… You need to go very, very badly. In an instant, your stomach is in immense pain. You clutch your abdomen in anguish as you feel the pressure mounting in your intestines. You need to relieve this pain. You can’t hold on much longer! You clench your butt together desperate to hold on to the load of waste inside you, trying not to lose control. As time passes by... [[You feel the magic have some effect on your clothes as well|diaper]] [[You simply can’t hold on any longer...|soiling]]

You feel the magic drastically reshaping your clothes. Your lower half is glowing bright white. You sheild your eyes from the intense light as you feel the clothes on your body start to change… You open your eyes to see your wardrobe has changed slightly. You’re still the same old you above your waist, still sporting the same green tunic and all, but your lower half is almost entirely naked. The only apparel covering you now are your boots and a frilly pink diaper. You go crimson at this realization and instinctively shoot your hands between your legs to cover yourself, only to relax once you come to your senses and remember you’re all alone in a dark dungeon. In your embarrassment, you almost forget that you're desperate for a restroom. Such sudden movements spurs your body back into agony as that desperation become worse than ever. The mass inside you demands to be released. Now that you’re in a diaper... [[You figure you might as well use the thing since a toilet’s no where close|let go]] [[You’re determined not to lose control of yourself more than ever!|hold it]]

Seeing that you’re all alone in the darkness of some dungeon, you figure relieving yourself now wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world. Your waste will be contained in a single easy to dispose of garment you can leave somewhere to degrade. You finally give in to your natural urges. You spread your legs slightly, hunching over. With a sigh of relief, you begin to use your diaper. A quick deluge of urine soaks the from of your diaper. The warmth is demeaning and uncomfortable to experience. Your attention is soon redirected from your front to your back, however, as your bowel movement begins. You wince as the hard head of your load stretches you painfully wide. You grunt and strain to force the abnormally thick inaugural part of it out of you and are rewarded with a log of shit over an inch wide and a foot long cascading into your diaper. In no time at all, a firm bulge starts to grow in the seat of your padding, tenting it further as the second portion of your mess begins escaping you. You’re slightly irked by the idea that you’re messing yourself like a child, but the relief from passing what feels like the largest load of your life far outweighs the humiliation to stop. After what feels like 2 minutes straight of constant shitting, you feel empty. You stand back up, turn your upper body, and try to glance at your rear to see just how large your movement was. Oh my god! It’s huge! It looks like you’ve produced a quantity of waste that’d rival some large mammals and yet your diaper is still somehow holding together and supporting it! Your immediate reaction is… [[Overwhelming shock and disgust|ew]] [[Sincere pride in your work!|nice]]

No matter how convenient it may be, you will not mess yourself like some child! You clamp your ass cheeks together and focus every bit of your might on keeping your load inside you. After a minute straight of struggling, you feel the pressure recede. You’ve won for now, but the urge is certain to come back soon. You need to find somewhere suitable to relieve yourself. And fast. You go west from the room where you fought the wizzrobe and see... [[A horde of bats rushing at you!]] [[A distant light and the sound of running water.]]

You yelp in surprise at how much you produced. How did that all even fit inside you? God, this is so gross! Your hands dive down to the sides of your diaper to get this sick filth hugging your rear off of you. However, as you try and get leverage on the garment, you find you can’t get any sort of grip. Pinching it, tugging it… nothing will get it off! This thing is cursed! You stand there for a moment taking in the fact you can’t remove this thing. That warmth hugging your ass is there to stay for at least some time. How are you going to break the spell? Surely if the magic user perishes it’ll wear off, right? Maybe if the evil infecting the temple is vanquished, it’ll disappear? You don’t seem to have many options, so continuing with your adventure seems to be all you can think to do. You exit the room where you encountered the wizzrobe and are greeted by a vast sprawling mess of a puzzle platforming challenge leading to a giant blue treasure chest. At least this dungeon looks short. The boss key seems to be right there. You can brainstorm a quick solution and get moving. Your agility is, as expected, significantly inhibited with a messy diaper on. The jumps required of you are tricky. You just barely brave the first series of jumps, but at a price. On the last jump, you lose your traction and fall, landing on your ass and squishing your mess. You shudder at the sensation and hope that doesn’t happen again. You continue the puzzle taking a whole host of daring leaps across open water. To your surprise, you seem to make it with ease! What luck! Maybe you’re starting to get better at adventuring! Maybe you’re- Why does your butt feel hot You take a moment to perceive what’s going on around you only to discover you’re pooping yourself again. The sag in your diaper has grown to the point where it’s evident you’ve been doing this for at least a few dozen seconds before you started to notice. What the fuck? You squeeze tight and the flow stops but that does little to soothe you. How on earth did you not notice this sooner!? You didn’t feel a thing as you started messing yourself. Finding the dungeon key is a joyless reward as your mind is wracked with all sorts of worry about what other problems this cursed diaper might cause you. You enter the boss door, your overpacked pamper still swaying behind you. Strangely enough, however, it feels as if it might be getting lighter? You glance behind you as the door seals shut and notice that your diaper has indeed grown a little smaller. Perhaps it's magically absorbing your waste so you don’t become overladen. Once the boss comes into view, your focus turns to iron. Some ungodly, pitch black tentacle monster with one huge eye is staring your down! For how intimidating it looks, you’re awfully thankful you’re fighting a monster and not some human opponent that could ridicule you for wearing a soiled diaper. You take out your bow and start chucking arrows at that awful beast’s eye! One, two, three waves and its over. Another monster crumples before you and disintegrates into nothing, leaving behind another shining health container for your taking. You grab the container and feel a fresh wave of energy shooting through you, enveloping you in a delightful warmth. The pleasant heat proves to be indistinguishable from the sensation of the warmth of a fresh accident. With the stressor before you eliminated, your body relaxes and your next ridiculous bowel movement starts to fill your diaper. You head towards the blue light to exit the dungeon completely oblivious to the fact that you’re messing yourself again. You are beamed down in front of the Temple of Lust and see the dreary overcast choking it fade away. Is that it? Is it all over for this part of Hyrule? Can you… can you take your diaper off? Your diaper is as tight as it was before. FUCK! That didn’t do it! What are you going to do now, just live with being some gross diaper wearing freak!? You’re so mad you can hardly think straight! You stomp off worried about how on earth you’ll ever get this stupid diaper off. You’re pretty worried that you didn’t even feel yourself messing your diaper while you were solving the dungeon’s puzzles. Are you becoming incontinent from this thing? God, you hope not. You start to worry about what life might be like if you become fully incontinent from this cursed diaper. And yet you still haven’t registered you’re still actively defecating as you walk away from the temple to find some sort of help.. GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 1 of 9

Your immediate reaction is sincere pride in your work! Wow, that’s the biggest poopy you’ve ever made! You must be the best pooper in whole wide world! ...What? Did your inner monologue just really think that? You’re baffled by your own thoughts for a moment before your lungs feel the need to interrupt. You let out a heavy cough and even feel the need to breath deeply for a few seconds after. You seem to be out of breath. Only once you take a moment to recollect yourself do you realize the room’s been filling gradually with a faint lavender gas. The gas is heavy and has sunk to the bottom of the floor for the most part. A thick pinkish-purple haze is completely enveloping your boots while only faint wisps of the stuff make it anywhere close to your upper body. You grow a little worried about what this gas has the potential to do to you. At the very least though, it seems to be non-toxic. You’ve been standing in a room full of it for a while now and don’t seem to be experiencing any adverse effects. Perhaps some experimentation is in order? You take out a bottle and scoop up some of the thickest parts of the haze, filling your container with gas. You raise the bottle to your face and try to learn a little bit more about the strange gas. You take a faint sniff of it. It has a strong, fruity odor you can only describe as… Pretty! Very very pretty! You like it a lot! You reaaaally want to take another sniff! Just one little whiff of it has you getting all excited! Especially uh… your… You hold you head for a second as you snap back to your normal train of thought. Did you zone out there again? You feel like you just woke up from a nap, almost exactly like a few moments ago when you snapped out of that strange bout of self congratulation. Now, however, your body seems to be going wild. You’re wildly aroused by seemingly nothing in particular and, despite having just passed the largest bowel movement of your life, you feel an overbearing need to go again. You’re growing terribly worried about what affect this gas is having on you. You figure you ought to get out of here as soon as possible. Only after a few steps do you feel your colon ache for relief again. This feels even more intense than the demand to defecate that hit you with the wizard’s magic. This is a paralyzing, overwhelming need to go this instant! You feel your body moving on its own to relieve the discomfort. Against your will, your stride turns wide as your legs flex wide. Your feet freeze up and plant themselves. You feel your back entrance acting on its own accord to relinquish this massive load. Your upper body slowly grows nearer and nearer to the thick pink haze as you’re force to support yourself on all fours. You let out a deep sigh of relief as you feel your mega-shit snaking out of you, further inflating your overpacked diaper. The sensation of relief… the feeling of your body stretching you wide and forcing you onto your hands and knees is… enjoyable! You let out a giggle as you start to savor the sensation. After a minute or two of continuous shitting, you start straining to push the rest out. This feels even better and you’re soon lolling your tongue from the pleasure of shitting yourself, of all things. You roll onto your back and let out a happy coo after this poo is done, exhausted. After a few moments to recuperate, laying in the lavender haze and breathing deeply, you hunch your upper body back up to see your work. ...Wow! You did such a good job! Your diaper is containing what looks like over 20 pounds of what you produced! You can’t believe it! You’re such a good pooper! Zelda would think you’re the bestest pooper ever if she was here, for sure! You even got hard from going poopy so much! It’s amazing your diaper is still containing it all… I guess that nice wizzardy man who made you have to go poopy and gave you a diaper made it magicy and stretchy just for you. How lucky! You gotta thank him sometime. You also gotta thank whoever put all this pretty pink mist in the room. It makes your brain feel all tingly and your cock get all stiffy and your butt get all… You grunt hard and loud as the sudden demand to relieve yourself of a third massive shitload hits you once again. You’re whimpering in pleasure as your thickest movement yet stretches you wide and further packs your inflating diaper. You love it! You love how horny and poopy this mist makes you! You lower your head back into the thickness of it as you keep producing more and more and more. You’re so happy! This happy pink mist makes you a little poopy factory! For the rest of the day you keep going and going as pink mist completely fills the room. Your loads are massive, often totally 10s of pounds and lasting for several minutes at a time. The breaks between each mega shit seem to get smaller and smaller as you continue. Between your 5th and 6th movement there were maybe three minutes of calm. Between your 9th and your 10th, just a minute. You only have 5 seconds to take a breather before your 15th mega mess barrells out. Your diaper is growing huge and you’re not sure you’d be able to stand up and walk if you tried. As your latest shit passes the 5 minute mark with no end in sight, you wonder if you’ll ever stop pooping again. You hope not. You’re the best pooper in Hyrule! You smile at the thought of pooping forever, your grin transitioning to an excited stammer as your lose control of another part of your body. You moan and shudder as the sensation of your mess cascading out of you and against your prostate finally drives you to a hands free orgasm. You let out a happy moan as you cum in the tightness of your overpacked diaper before slowly drifting to sleep, still going and going… GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 2 of 9

A swarm of bats head your way! Your normal reaction of grabbing your sword and shield seems to falter. You don’t want to fight, you want to run! You turn tail and run as fast as you can from the horde of bats, being chased until you’re back at the entrance of the temple. You’re not entirely sure what crept over you there. Weren’t those just keese? The easy bat enemies? You’ve killed hordes of those things before, why are you scared of them now? You’re never this scared, you’ve always been filled with courage! What happened? Speaking of filling... what happened to your diaper? Now that you’ve stood still for a few seconds, you can feel that you were so terrified you messed yourself while running. An embarrassing bulge is now sagging from your rear, telling any onlooker clearly what you’ve just done. You almost want to cry.... Cry? Is the hero of time really about to cry over shitting himself? That’s pathetic! You fight back your tears to at least hold onto some part of your dignity. You hear a voice coming from somewhere. “Link… you’ve done it! You’ve saved the temple from evil!” Wh-what!? Where did that come from! You yelp at the sound of air swooshing behind you. Oh no! Someone’s going to attack you! You’re too weak to fend off an attack right now! Is this the end? You’re so scared! Tears start to well in your eyes as dreadful fantasies race through your head… Of course, the person who lept down from the trees to congratulate you is hardly an enemy. It’s Sheik, the mysterious ninja of the sheikah, taking a moment to commend your efforts and help you with the next step on your quest. “You’ve done well freeing this sacred place from evil.” Sheik begins “Now, I shall teach you a song that will-” Even with the voice of Sheik now clearly recognizable, you simply can’t control your panic. You whimper and cry in defeat at how worried you were. Your body betrays you further as you spread your legs, beginning a fear induced evacuation of your bowels. You sob like a scared little girl as you mess yourself hopelessly, your diaper on full display for Sheik to watch. The slight sagging bulge in your diaper is joined by a thick bulge originating from between your cheeks, slowly careening into the seat of your diaper to add to your mess. You continue pooping helplessly for what feels like a minute or two before you finally stop. Sheik is standing behind you bewildered. He catches a whiff of your packed diaper soon after your done and fans the air in front of him in disgust. “Aah… Ahaha… AHAHAHAHAA! Oh my god, what? Did you really just shit your pants? What sort of hero are you suppose to be?” Sheik roars. Your lip quivers at sheik’s biting words. Your asshole does the same and lets out a loud fart, signaling another fat shit is not far behind. You burst into tears, running away as fast as you can from the laughter. You soon discover that the curse the wizzrobe placed on you cuts deep. You can’t remove the diaper strapped to your bottom no matter how you try. Worse yet, whenever the tiniest amount of stress affects you, your bowels kick into overdrive and fill your diaper with a fresh load of mess. You find after a few days that the diaper somehow absorbs some of the waste you produce, meaning that overloading the thing to the point where you can step out is a non-option. You’re emotionally hypersensitive to criticism and cry at even the slightest hint of annoyance or laughter in someone’s voice. And the worse part is what your diaper does to others. Something about seeing your diaper triggers thunderous laughter in others, even your most sincere allies who care for you deeply. In no time at all, their ridicule stirs you to mess yourself yet again. It’s an endless cycle of humiliation that leaves you soiling your diaper without end. Without your triforce of courage, you can’t venture into dungeons. You can’t even find the strength to lift your sword. Your attempts to adventure are a never ending cavalcade of disaster as you run from every challenge, crying and stinking up the place. GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 3 of 9

You step into a marble hallway. At the distant end of the path, you can see a faint shimmer of some bright blue light. The sound of rushing water can be heard in the distance. Could this place have a functioning bathroom of all things? It seems unlikely, but you've got to check at least! You scuttle forward, clamping your ass together with both hands so you don't mess your diaper. You reach the end of the hallway and find not a bathroom, but a fairy fountain.You know you shouldn’t have expected a modern bathroom in such an ancient place but you can’t shake the feeling of disappointment. You curse your luck and start to waddle out of the room. However, right as you turn to leave, you hear someone laughing. "Ahahahaa! Oooh, hello there brave adventurer!" The woman greets you. You turn back around to see a great fairy dressed in ivy has materialized over the fountain, her long pink hair floating in the wind. Your hands dart between your legs to conceal your padded crotch. “Ooooh, you’re too cute! I can’t believe you’re so naughty that you’re wandering around a horrible dungeon in a diaper! My my, what a pervert~” Pervert!? Why does she have to jump to that immediately? You quickly respond by… [[Attempting to defend yourself, but finally losing control of your bowels]] [[Storming off in a huff]]

You open your mouth to start some defense of your appearance, but all that emerges is a stammering moan. O-oh fuck! You can’t control it anymore! You’re going to mess yourself! You wince in discomfort as you feel your body betray you, the head of a thick shit opening you wide. You struggle in vain to contain the mass as it passes the point of no return, over an inch of it poking out of you. Finally, you come to terms that there’s no way to stop your bowel movement as you feel it poke the wrinkled garment. Relief from this terrible discomfort should be your priority now. You give a push and bend over slightly, letting out a sigh as the rest of your waste pours out of you and fills the seat of your diaper. “Ohohoho~! Oh my god! You did it! You pooped yourself, ahahaha!” You hear ring out as you finish your load. The great fairy is now giggling uncontrollably at the sight of you and your sagging diaper. Your face is a radish red from the cackles as you hear her tease you with insults such as “Poopy pants hero!” and “Big Baby Swordsman” you start to awkwardly shuffle out of the room to resume your adventure and escape this humiliation when she speaks up again. “Oooh… oh man. That’s what you wanted right?” The fairy asks “You wanted to be called names and humiliated while you messed yourself in front of a woman, right? Look honey, I don’t care how weird your fetishes get if you’re liberating hyrule from evil. If the only way you can relieve stress from saving everyone is getting off to being a masochist, who am I to judge? It’s cool. Totally. I get it. Here, let me refill your HP and give you a little gift~” You struggle to come up with words to defend yourself. You seem to lose the will to as a strange pink beam encases you. In an instant, your hearts and magic are refilled to their maximum capacity! Plus… you feel as if you have some new ability. This feels just like when that other fairy gave you your charged spin attack. Maybe you can use some other ability now? “With the power of my magic… you’ll be able to do something nasty like this any time you want~” the fairy smirks ”Now, you can urinate and defecate on demand, so long as you have some magic power to spend on it. Enjoy! Have fun humiliating yourself hero, ehehehe!” With that final remark, the fairy spins away and vanishes in a flash of light. You’re left bewildered and confused by all that’s happened. The sagging diaper on your butt isn’t helping either. How… how did she know? How did she ever know you secretly have a fetish for messing yourself in public? It’s awfully convenient that that wizzrobe spell put you in the fantasy situation you’ve fapped to so many times. But were you really that obvious? You’ve got an erection, sure, but it’s concealed fairly well under your thick padding. And… was she serious? Can you really just go whenever now? You don’t feel as if you have to go, but you relax your bladder and bowels as if you did. In moments, you start to relieve yourself as if you’d been holding it in for far too long. Your diaper is further soaked and your backside is further filled. You stand there wetting and messing yourself for maybe a minute straight before you draw the conclusion she was telling the truth. A mischievous grin creeps over your face as you brainstorm possibilities to get your perverted little mind off. Maybe you could try shopping in Kakariko and see how long you could go without getting caught with a diaper bulge beneath your tights. Or maybe you can meet with that ranch girl again and blame that mysterious smell on the horses... GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 4 of 9

You’re insulted! Pervert? Just because you’ve been magically diapered by a spell means your a pervert? You’ll have none of that! You flip off the great fairy, spin around, and stomp out of the fountain. You have a princess to rescue and a land to save. You have no time for some pink haired bitch. It only dawns on you that you were just very rude to a Great Fairy when you notice you’re not moving forward anymore with each step. You’re walking in place, levitating off the ground by a few inches, suspended by a certain pink-haired vixen's magic. A very angry pink-hair vixen. “Well, that’s not very nice!” the great fairy whines. “You come into my fountain sporting that ridiculous outfit, then insult me for pointing it out? Tssk, tssk, what a rude boy! Rude boys don’t get privileges nice heros get, you know? I was going to refill your health and give you a useful spell for the dungeon, but now I’m not feeling as generous. I feel like taking away a few privileges away from you instead. Let’s start with… this!” Your flesh is tapped by the great fairy. A hot pink energy shoots from her fingertips and courses through your being. All of a sudden, you can’t feel your arms. Or legs. Or anything! You try to move and your body does nothing in response! You feel like a spectator viewing the world from your eyes as the fairy places you back on the ground. You try and run again, but your legs don’t obey. Instead, all they do is crouch downwards until you’re resting on the floor showing off that big pink diaper to the fairy. This isn't good. You can feel that massive load brewing inside you ready to be released. “Do you like my diaper, mommy?” What!? Your mouth… your mouth just moved on its own! Oh god, she’s controlling your body like a toy! She’s humiliating you beyond belief. You’re excitedly panting on all fours waiting on her every command. “I dooo! You look so pretty, sweetie!” the great fairy chimes. “Now, can you show me how to use your diaper? I know you’re just soooo good at making big messes in your pants~” Oh my god, no! No! You can’t! You can’t shit yourself for her amusement, anything but that! “Sure mommy!” You yell excitedly. “Watch me, watch me! I’m gonna make a huuuuuge poopy!” You try with all your might to hold on and not mess that stupid diaper, but your body is having none of that. Your attempt to hold in your pee as hard as you can is instead turned into you very loudly pissing your diaper with a forceful stream. Instead of clamping your cheeks together again, your body spreads your legs wide. Instead of screaming in disbelief at your entire control of your body being quashed by the great fairy’s magic, you giggle happily and sigh. With your legs spread, repelling your load is absolutely effortless. Soon the air is filled with the noise of crackling waste as you start passing a load more fitting for a horse than a human. Your diaper starts sagging profusely as you fill it “happily”. As you finish your business, the great fairy leans forward and taps your head with a kiss. “I love you sweetie~” she remarks. You want to curse this woman’s name. You want to throw her off of you and run out of here. You want to escape the clutches of her perverted desires more than anything else. Yet, somehow, your body’s not getting the message. All its hearing is how wonderful getting kissed by mommy is and how fun making a big poopy in your pretty pink diaper is. The great fairy’s magic is corrupting your very synapses as it translates your brain’s desire to run into a need to indulges in mommy’s warm affection. You want to cry at the sight of all this, which your body interprets as wanting to sport a throbbing erection beneath your padding. You’re completely out of control of your body. You try one last time to scream and run away from this woman, but of course, it’s no use. Instead your body squats slightly as you giggle at the sound of your bum firing off a noisy fart. GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 5 of 9

Despite your best efforts, you can’t hold on. You whimper in embarrassment as you feel the head of a log of waste part your rear open. You wince as the mass dilates your asshole to a very uncomfortable diameter, stretching you out with a turd over an inch thick. You bend your legs slightly, desperate to force out that pressure. The mass coils into the seat of your white leggings, creating a sagging bulge attached to your rump. You continue to defecate what feels like far more than you’ve ever released in your life. It’s horrendously embarrassing to mess yourself like a child. [[Thankfully, you can feel the last of it sliding out of you|Thankfully, you can feel the last of it sliding out of you]] [[Yet there still feels like there’s so much left inside you|Yet there still feels like there’s so much left inside you]]

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Even with all your effort, you can still feel so much left inside you and little to no relief. You start growing a little concerned. Surely you’ll stop defecating eventually… right? The bulge in your pants is getting absolutely ridiculous. You try and shuffle a little as you continue to let loose, trying to find any source of relief from this worrying large amount of shit leaving you. During your search… [[You find a suspicious cracked wall you can likely bomb.|You find a suspicious cracked wall you can likely bomb. Relief might be behind there!]] [[You notice your stomach distending slightly -Warning: Extreme-|You notice your stomach distending slightly and start to panic]]

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Only once you try and stand up again do you notice how large you’re stomach’s become. It looks absolutely stuffed to the brim and only seems to be growing more full, even with your ass thundering out waste at an increasingly high rate. You’re incredibly worried. You pry yourself out of your tunic and pants realizing your stomach will soon stretch and rip them, leaving you completely naked and still defecating onto the dungeon floor. You grip the sides of your head in frustration What the hell is happening to your body? Your thoughts are interrupted as a burp cascades up your throat and bursts out of you with a loud belch. You’re surprised by how sudden and violent the burp felt, the need to let it out welling in you suddenly and violently. You’re worse worried about that, however, once you take a whiff of the space around you. The air where you just burped smells… like a fart. It’s as if the belch was more a displaced fart than anything. You look on, horrified as another of these same fart burps well up your gullet and fills your mouth and surrounding oxygen with the stink of your flatulence. You wince in discomfort as you feel what is surely another fart burp well up your throat. It isn’t until you feel as if you’re about to throw up do you realize how wrong you are... You start frantically choking as something arises out of you. You crane your face downwards, trying to heave with all your might to expel whatever’s inside you. You hold this position and suddenly, whatever’s travelling up your throat starts exiting. A huge, inch thick log of shit is pouring out of your throat as if you were defecating. You cough up the turd in anguish as fast as you can, a full 13 inches of it pouring out of you, joining the impressive pile your rear is still creating. You scream in horror as you realize just what you’ve done. How fucked up can your body be if you’re shitting from your mouth!? Worse yet, you feel more wanting to escape your gullet and travel out your mouth. You’ve had enough of this insanity! You swallow as hard as you can over and over again trying your hardest to keep whatever’s in your stomach in your stomach. You clench your cheeks together with all your might, trying to shut off the runaway flow of shit. You endure and endure the pressure, hoping that this last desperate effort will work… …And it does! You’re amazed as the flow from your asshole and the need to heave vanish suddenly. Even your distended stomach seems to be going down a little. Was that all it took? Are you free from that horrible magic’s grasp? Whatever’s happened, you’ve grown… very excited by the whole ordeal. You stare back down and see that your cock has grown iron hard from the whole experience, for some reason. You touch your throbbing prick, only for intensely violent shock waves of pleasure to jettison through your body. That felt amazing! You feel like you’re on the edge of orgasm already somehow! With this intense stimulation overwhelming you, you sit down to masturbate, more frantically aroused than disgusted by the piles of fresh shit on either side of you. You stroke your cock frantically, images of the wonderful Princess Zelda in risqué situations dancing through your head. In almost no time at all, you’re shuddering and moaning in delight, already about to blow your load. You pant furiously as your orgasm starts to mount. Closer… closer.. O-oh! It feels too good! You’re cumming! You can’t hold on any longer! You’re frantic pumping stops as your orgasm wracks your body, anticipating the release of your fresh seed onto the floor. However, nothing emerges from your cock as your orgasm continues. Your moan in delight, shaking as your orgasm keeps wracking your body. You grit your teeth and moan as the sensation suddenly grows more intense. Your hips wiggle, your mouth cranes back. You can feel an ejaculation coming on. It feels like the hugest quantity of cum you’ve ever released. You look back up to see it jet out of you, only to see your urethra dilating... You cry out in delight as your ejaculation begins. Instead of semen, ropes of shit jet out from your cock splashing out onto the floor. You want to panic. Holding the magic back only made this whole thing worse. You want to run and scream but… your orgasm won’t stop. You can’t stop ejaculating. Rope after rope of fresh waste keeps pouring from your cock and it all feel so fucking good! You’ve been absorbed in the sweet release of orgasm for 30 seconds straight now and it won’t stop. You try and let out a moan, only to have the flow of shit out of your throat resume, followed shortly by the flow of waste from your rear. Yet this time, you don’t feel panic. All you can focus on is the mind numbing pleasure as the strands of fresh waste escaping your cock continue. The flow of shit from every orifice is only intensifying as you lay there. You give a half effort to try and stop shit from pouring out of your mouth, but you stop after 2 minutes or so of trying. Waste is escaping you far too fast from your mouth, ass, and cock to stop the flow with your body any longer. You really hoped you could save Zelda and all of Hyrule, but this one spell seems to have gotten the best of you. You’re a little disappoint in yourself at first, but the increasing orgasm intensity as the shit pouring out of your cock grows thicker in consistency puts those feelings behind. You’re completely content with this as your fate, especially since it’s been 5 minutes straight of your orgasm and you still seem to be able to breath somehow, despite the log of shit thrashing out your throat. You lie on the floor, happy to resign from your duty as the hero of time. Defecating from every orifice, wrapped in the bliss of your perpetual orgasm, is just too wonderful to pass up. GAME OVER - Yellow Ending 9 of 9