Contains: SSBHM, Excessive eating, implied vore, and all that you have come to expect.

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Another day for the ever more gluttonous hero of the wild, another inevitable series of empty plates, crushed seats, torn clothes, and mysterious disappearances of those who got too close. This was what Link was here for and what everyone else was along for the ride with.

As the ever joyous (and gluttonous) Link made his way through the kingdom in his neverending food tour, he had always made sure to visit anywhere he could. His last stop in the Zora's Domain had been wonderful, but a new opportunity had opened itself up for him and he was sure to take advantage of it. The hero was heading off to visit the Gorons.

As he got dressed for the day in his room at the inn, he took a moment to admire his form. Fat, simply put, was the most apt descriptor. A belly that hung to his knees, hips wider than any doorway was meant to handle, thighs that quaked with each step, moobs bigger than actual hydromelons, he was the whole package.

The champion’s tunic he had prepared as a backup for when he outgrew his last one was looking a little outdated, the bottom of his stomach peeking out from underneath the blue shirt. Though he had told the tailor to make it significantly larger than the one he had before this, it seemed like they weren’t able to predict how large he would have actually grown. The hero’s most recent binge on several Zora had sent him up a few sizes too many. It, along with the pants that seemed almost skin-tight around his lower half, would do for now.

As he walked out, there was a mix of murmurs and pleas to stay from the fish folk around him. It took a large amount of effort to convince all the Zora women to let him leave, their love for him knowing no bounds. Still, They were kind enough to set him up with a proper method of transportation, taking him to one of the newly formed railways that would get him there without issue, now that the heat was manageable at Goron City. Link considered himself lucky to be able to visit death mountain without wearing heat-resistant armor, given his shapely form would render any attempt to cover himself up with airtight armor doomed to failure.

The first minecart Link had tried to ride in was entirely crushed when he sat in it, the hero not even capable of getting his monstrous belly and wide hips to fit through the top. His flab wrecked it, turning the transportation into a pile of scrap metal when he tried too hard to push himself inside. After a bit of embarrassment and a small amount of ultrahand building, a second much larger and much more durable cart was placed on the tracks. Link was a little annoyed, how could they not have planned for the hero of Hyrule’s magnificent body? When everything was finally ready It took a few people to actually start pushing the cart. Eventually the blonde was off, ready to wreak havoc across every dish he could find.

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The trip to Death Mountain was fast, but with just enough time to give Link a good view of the world around him. He was happy to be met with a warm breeze against his exposed stomach, the comforting dry heat a good refresher after the cold dampness of the Zora’s domain. Not that someone with his build was in much danger of ever being cold, with his hundreds of pounds of blubber insinuating him better than any fur or coat could.

Just as his mind was beginning to wander, the cart came screeching to a halt and Link found himself in the center of Goron City. The locals were there, but there were also a few others from all different races, a delightful melting pot of what was surely going to be a great celebration of some sort.

Having expected his arrival, the people of the town had prepared a feast of fantastical proportions. It seemed everywhere he looked, there was a different dish to eat, a different person pushing him something to try, another table of food to devour. It was heaven, something Link considered deserved. Why wouldn’t he get all of this and more? He earned it.

As the hero sat down on a very large cushion, he couldn’t help but feel excited. A festival had been set up, him at the head of it all. It looked like people were already starting to dig in, but it wasn’t of much consequence. There were dishes as far as the eye could see, more than enough to feed everyone and leave a full meal for him.

It started standard enough for him: an entire roast here, a person sized bowl of curry there, almost a light meal for him. But anyone that had seen Link eat knew that once he started, he wouldn’t stop for a very long time. Every plate that he finished had another one that replaced it, one that kept him going. He ate loudly and quickly, not showing much appreciation for any individual dish apart from the occasional belch or groan from his stomach. As his gut rose taller and taller, it seemed as if he would keep going until every single bit of food was out of his sight and in the bottomless pit he called a stomach. The flab seemed to push outwards, filled with enough meat to-

Pop!

One of the belts that attached to the champion’s tunic, having barely been able to hold on before this, finally popped off as Link swallowed another one of the roasts. He didn’t care, it wasn’t like he needed them anymore. Tears in his shirt were beginning to form, the fabric soon to meet a similar fate if he kept it up.

It was all expected by his generous hosts, of course. Gorons made sure to lug over hundreds more pounds of food for him, the giants more impressed than anything else by how much he was packing down. They appreciated a good appetite, after all.

Shrip!

Splitting down the middle, the shirt that Link wore was split in half up to his chest, giving it momentary relief from the onslaught of flesh, though his massive moobs were still growing and pressing onto it. It looked more like a bra than a shirt, one that was clearly too small for whatever ZZZ-cups Link had. This had happened before, every time it was more satisfying than the last. It was a sign that a meal was going well. Maybe it would’ve been time to slow down in other circumstances, but a certain dish had caught the hero’s eye.

The rock roast was something that stuck out to him when Link first laid eyes on it. Logically, he knew that it was probably not meant for him to eat, but he just had to try it. Motioning for a few to be brought over, the hero began to drool in anticipation. Those perfectly charred slabs of stone looked delicious and his envy towards all the Gorons around him eating it was impossible to stop. Any normal person would’ve scoffed at eating literal rock, but for a glutton of his level that could eat quite literally anything, it was right up his alley. Popping one into his mouth, he crunched down on the shockingly savory dish. As the glutton swallowed the slightly cursed dish, a spark lit inside. Sliding down his throat and into his digestive tract, the nasty magic that had made a mess of Goron City before this took hold in Link. There wasn’t much for it to change or corrupt at this point, but its effects were no less destructive.

Grrrrrrrrnnnn…

Link’s stomach rumbled in hunger, his eyes dulled with a purplish magic glow. Instantly, he grabbed another roast and shoved it down his throat, barely taking time to chew and instead swallowing as fast as he could. The lump hadn’t even traveled down his throat before he went for another, snatching up one in each hand and stuffing them down his greedy maw. The roast had sent him into a feeding frenzy, more than he had already been in. Before it was a hedonistic joy that drove him, but now it was a craving beyond anything he had ever felt before.

The hero was almost mindless in his feast from that point on, chomping down on anyone or anything he could get its hands on. His shirt split down the middle and let his massive chest flop out, smacking together loudly as he did. Link didn’t care, all he could think about was eating.It took minutes to destroy the massive platter he had been served, necessitating another one almost immediately. Nobody dared get too close to him, lest they be snatched up in his gluttonous haze and end up in his gut. He leaned forward onto his stomach, trying to reach past his own fat to get more.

There was starting to be a bit of concern with how things were going. A few people around the hero gave nervous glances; he was a glutton, sure, but this was a little excessive even for him. They had prepared much more than they thought he would actually be able to stomach, but he hadn’t slowed down for a second since he had eaten the marbled rock roast. In fact, he was eating faster than before, stuffing his face as if his life depended on it.

Time went on and Link seemed to only grow, both in hunger and in actual size. Tiny tears began to appear in his pants, signalling their imminent end. With his tunic nothing more than scattered pieces of fabric on his body and on the floor, it was only natural that the rest of his clothes were in for a similar fate. He had already put on at least a few hundred more pounds from what he had digested so far, even if his gut wasn’t able to keep up fully. The rock roasts were one of the most fattening things he had ever tried, having sucked in enough to fill a large wagon. There were only a few left at this point, all of which were just a few feet away from him. He couldn’t reach it from where he sat, so he leaned forward. It was still too far, so he kept trying and trying and-

Rrrip!

Having pushed a bit too hard, Link’s pants had split by the seam. The annoyance briefly distracted the feral hero, so to deal with it he simply grabbed the remaining fabric and ripped it off of his body, exposing his soft thighs and ample behind.

Unlike his shirts, splitting his pants open was a unique thing for Link to deal with. He had done it before, but that was back when he was small enough to not wear the stretchiest pants in all the land by default. But now? Many couldn’t help but stare, his tight underwear barely able to contain the greatest moons in all the land. Each one was as tall as a person, round and wide enough to create the perfect indents on the ground underneath him, indents that had been inching out as he grew larger and larger during the meal.

After what felt like hours, with onlookers slowly trickling out and the feast thinning down to a few scraps, Link had finally slowed down. The mental alteration of the rock roast had hit him hard to be sure, but as he struggled to reach past his own gut for the last skewer of meat he could see the flames of feral hunger seemed to fade away. He blinked slowly, looking around in confusion. All the excitement and lust had faded, and all that was left was the hero and the results on his body. His stomach was the size of a… well he couldn’t even tell! It was hard to see past his gut, it having risen so much that it took up a massive chunk of his vision. It looked like he had stuffed an entire Hinox inside of it.

Link had outdone himself, more than ever before. It would be a miracle for him to ever find as much food in one place to eat, let alone actually having the meal. Even he himself was a little put off by how much he had managed to devour, though that confusion and concern was buried underneath a mountain of satisfaction and pride. So what if he could barely stand? It was just a sign of how great he had gotten at eating.

He glanced around, darkness having fallen. The people that were still around seemed to be asleep themselves, either from food comas or the exhaustion of having to try and serve Link’s endless appetite. Without anyone to help, it took a few tries to stand up. He wobbled uneasily, his ass having grown large enough to hover inches off the ground while standing. His thighs were smacking together with every slow step, but slowly he regained his balance. This was going to need a proper rest to digest.

Lumbering over to the hotel, Link slowly dragged his bare, overstuffed gut across the ground, the swollen ball of a belly gurgling loudly as it got started on digested the tens of thousands of calories that the hero had sucked up. Each bump on the rocky ground sent his stomach reeling, eliciting the occasional belch. It wasn’t actually that far of a walk, but for someone of Link’s girth it was more of a challenge than he was ready for.

Barely making it to the front counter, the glutton was hit with news that shot him awake and delayed his food coma that he was so happily about to enter. There wasn’t any room left for him to sleep in, the place was fully occupied. He was mortified; everything else had gone great today, so a challenge just when he was about to put a nice bow on things and head off to slumberland? Unthinkable.

Glancing inside, Link put a hand on one of his chins. Even if there was a bed available, he’d need to put two or three together to handle his girth. All the people inside looked like they were already asleep too, so convincing them to leave probably was out of the cards. He was almost intent on giving up entirely and finding some other stable to sleep at before another groan from his belly gave him another idea.

Walking inside despite the protests of the owner, Link looked down at the sleeping travelers. He had eaten a lot today, an utterly insane amount of food, but despite all that there was still an appetite he had that was entirely unsated. Not a single person had gone into his gut so far, and that wasn’t right. So why should he not devour a few sleeping Hylians as a bit of dessert? Their beds would be put to better use with him in them anyway. He began to drool at the thought, ready to snatch up one of them already. Nobody had stopped him from eating anyone else, so what was a few more? And more. And more. In truth, there really was no limit to how much he was going to eat, something Hyrule was coming to know. The calamity of Link was on the horizon, the kingdom itself looking more and more like a meal for the hero. One day, with his flab expanding across the horizons, he might finally be full. But until then? Nobody was safe.