A Calamitious Fate for a Hylian Heir

Warning! This contains some extremely dark and extremely gross stuff. Please make sure to read the content warning before reading, and if you are uncomfortable with the stuff mentioned, do not read further.

Due to a clever plot done by the Yiga clan, Zelda has been captured, and taken to their stronghold, where she expects to be killed. But she will soon find out, that there are fates worse than death. Much, much worse.





The dripping of water, always the dripping of water. It is what you wake up to, and it is what you pass out to. As the slow droplets hit the ground, you rouse yourself awake. Sluggishly blinking open your eyes as the darkness of your sleep eventually fades, into the dim light of dawn. When your eyes adjust to the light, you once again feel a pit within your soul deepen. It was not your home, nor was it a comfortable bed or inn. Before you are stone walls, a metal door, a couple of torches on the side walls. 

The sight of your confinement, this stone cell instead of a warm and friendly location, sent a jolt throughout your body. It was absolutely jarring to see, and yet...it was all too familiar. After all, you have been here for a VERY long time. You remember when you first woke up in this cell, throwing yourself at the door, taking a torch, and scouting the room for any nooks and crannies to escape, and tried to burn the door open. 

Those efforts proved fruitless, as the door was chained and barred from the outside. The room was not only flawlessly carved, leaving no nooks or crannies to escape by, but it was made of such hard stone that even with a torch you could only make faint dents in it. As for the door, well admittedly you thought the door was so shoddily made that there would be no way for it to withstand fire. And yet, you stood for hours holding a fading torch to the hinges, and the heat didnÕt even affect it

As the shock of your surroundings slowly fades, it was replaced with an even more powerful set of feelings, homesickness, woe, and abandonment. You used to be a powerful person, an heir to a great kingdom, and a beacon of hope for its denizens. When you walked around town, when you visited the neighboring regions and made alliances, they called you by your name, a name that you are unsure if it is spoken of anymore. A leader of a group of champions that would protect the kingdom from a great evil, and fulfill a prophecy predicted by your forefathers. A respected scholar, a descendent of your goddess Hylia herself...and a princess. You are Princess Zelda, or now rather just Zelda 

How did you get here, in this place? Oh, you remember all too well. You were with your champions, Zora Princess Mipha, Lord Daruk, Rito Champion Revali, Gerudo Chief Urbosa, and your sworn protector, Link. You were making your way back from the Spring of Wisdom, after being once again unable to awaken your legendary abilities. After your group managed to get down from the peak of Mount Lanayru, you all rested at a snowbank at the bottom of the mountain. After resting for a bit, you remember there was a person crying for help. From a distance, you could see a young man that was wearing warm clothing and an unconscious woman, wrapped in a single blanket, stained red with blood, her visible leg bent inwards. 

You remember immediately getting up and running towards the couple, hearing Urbosa call to you to wait, Link getting up and catching up to you. As both you and Link approached the couple, for a very brief moment, you felt something was off. Why was she naked in a frozen tundra? Why was there no blood dripping from the soaked cloth? And is he...smiling? Then you remember a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh figure coming out of nowhere, a hard feeling at the back of your head, and then...darkness. 

Next thing you know, you woke up here and were greeted by a trio of tall masked figures standing over you, in red and grey skintight uniforms, wearing the upsidedown sigil of the Sheika. You remember trying to get away but feeling your arms and legs being chained together, bouncing on the hard stone as the Yiga laughed at your attempts.

As the dripping water slowly got faster, you reminisce about prior events, which made that pit in your soul even deeper. You remember looking at the Yiga as they stood over you, the fear you felt as there was no way to protect yourself, to stop them from killing you.

ÒWell princess,Ó one of the Yiga spoke, hearing a muscular and tough voice. The same voice as the man from before, ÒI guess I should commend you. I really didnÕt expect it would be that easy, making you drop your guard.Ó Although masked, you could tell by his scoffing that he was wearing a wide grin. ÒThough then again, you have a reputation to set up expectations, then dash them. Good to see that it came true this time!Ó 

Another of the Yiga knelt down to you and spoke with a feminine yet venomous tone. ÒSpeaking of which, how goes the Ôtraining your sealing powerÕ stuff going? Still havenÕt awakened it yet?Ó Her words filled with vitriol made you burn up with rage and shame. It was true, but what right did she have to mock you? ÒBy Ganon you are pathetic. You know, I had to remove my prosthetic leg and strap on a broken leg to get you in position but had I known that you were that useless, I wouldnÕt have removed my leg and hobble back to base carrying you. 
                                                                                                    
Finishing her words the lady stood up, and you could see that one of her legs was made of metal and wood. You could tell it was such because of the colors and shininess of it. And from the impact of it when she drew it back and kicked it right into your jaw. You remember the pain, coughing and spitting out blood, and eventually a single tooth.

ÓWoahwoahwoah Hey HEY!Ó The Yiga man grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back. She struggled as you felt her eyes stare daggers in your soul.

ÓRhhhgg, let go of me Rowe! At least let me get her in the chest-raaagh!Ó As she struggled to get to you, Rowe let one hand let go of her...then, *SMACK* delivered a healthy slap to the back of her head. The lady Yiga dropped down to the ground, still awake, and nursed her newly acquired injury.
                 
ÓKarna, we have direct orders to get her here, with as little injury as possible! If Master Kohga were to catch wind of this heÕllÐÓ

ÓA little late for that Rowe.Ó 

The whole room froze as if time itself stopped moving. You remember the aura of fear that emanated from Rowe, Karna, and the unintroduced third. Rowe slowly turned around, and before them and you was Master Kohga, the leader of the Yiga Clan. The plump yet rigid man slowly walked up to the two Yiga members.

ÓMaybe I should have been a bit more straightforward with my orders Karna.Ó As Kohga strode towards them, Rowe stepping back tripped and scrambled away from Kohga and Karna. You saw how afraid he was, practically shivering in fear.

ÓUsually you do what you are told, to a T, without error. That is what you were trained to do, that is what I trained you to do.Ó Hearing his tone get more pointed, you began to feel the same fear as the two Yiga.

ÓAnd now you have gone and did this, and now you face me?Ó Kohga was standing over the cowering figure of Karna, faintly you could hear her sob. You remember feeling scared for her, despite her prior actions you were still a sympathetic soul, and knowing what happened to those who crossed the like of Kohga, you felt the dread grow within her.

ÓRowe was right. I did say to bring her alive, and as minimal damage as possible.Ó

ÓI...I...p...please...spareÐ..Ó

ÓAnd do you know what is the part you failed to understand, Karna?Ó

ÓTh...that I shouldnÕt have caused her harm.Ó Crouching down to KarnaÕs level, Kohga looked straight at her face and runs a hand down her back. A chuckle sounded from behind his mask.

ÓHehehe...you are partly right...come onÐ.give it some more thought.Ó Remembering the tension in the air, you wondered how she didnÕt break down.

ÓIÐ.I dont knowÐÓ

ÓWell then...let me enlighten you.Ó Standing up to his full height, Kohga took up a fighting stance. You could hear the shrill sobs and pleas for mercy from Karna, and then KohgaÕs battle cry. It was surely the end for her.

Or so you thought, as you immediately got a flurry of kicks to the chest by Kohga. Each kick felt as if you were hit by the hind legs of a horse, and forced the air out of your lungs. You felt that you were going to die, but as soon as it started, it ended. You remember weakly looking up at Kohga laughing, and despite not being assaulted anymore, you felt the pain intensify to the point it was near unbearable.

ÓYou see Karna, I did say to bring her here with minimum injury, I should have clarified that the damage was not to be done while on the way here.Ó Turning to Karna, she was still cowering, but she was stunned, at least to you she looked like it. ÒYou have done well, perfectly in fact.Ó A sigh of relief was audible.

ÓThough next time Rowe, Karna, make sure to ask for authorization and clarification, got it?Ó 

ÓYes, Chief!Ó The two spoke in unison, standing up and bowing before him.

ÓNow the both of you have earned yourselves some sleep, in your rooms are a bunch of mighty bananas and a pitcher of some Creamy Meat Soup that another group stole from a village, go and rest.Ó 

ÓYes, Chief! Thank you, Chief!Ó The two quickly made their way to the door and exited to the outside. Seeing that they have left, Kohga turned to the remaining Yiga.

ÓIÕll be seeing myself out as well, having to do that really takes a lot out of me,Ó Kohga yawned. ÒI hope you donÕt mind taking care of her, and filling her into her fate, right Dredge?

ÓNo Chief, looking forward to doing it.Ó You remember DredgeÕs voice all too well. While the other two were actively malicious and venomous, he sounded like he was enjoying the sights and activities all too much. His tone and voice were oily and prim, causing all the warning signs in your head to go off. 

ÓOh and do make sure she gets healed up, it seems like I shattered a lot of ribs in her. DonÕt want her dying on us, for what we have in mind.Ó And like that Kohga left the room, and you remember internally screaming at him to stay. Sure he was a bastard, a villain, and a cruel person, but you internally begged him to stay. That he would stay instead of this monster, this Dredge. And if not him, then someone, anyone else. Just do not leave you alone with him.

But your internal pleas were not heard, and soon you were all alone, bleeding, and fearing for your life at the hands of Dredge. And all you could do while bound, was whimper as the man walked towards you.
ÓSeems like things didnÕt go your way huh?Ó Dredge questioned you, his words sounded genuine, which scared you even more. ÒFinding yourself on a quest to save the world, fulfilling a prophecy made by your ancestors, and help the people that your family rule over, and now you are here in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, hmm?Ó

After walking over to you, Dredge crouched down and pulled out a potion vial from out of nowhere. Looking at the shape, you could make out a rosy-pinkish liquid inside the corked glass and what seemed to be...fairy wings? You remember when the identity of the potion clicked in your head, that it was a Òfairy tonicÓ, a potion with extremely powerful regenerative properties. Those properties were then almost immediately confirmed when Dredge uncorked the vial, grabbed your face firmly, pried open your mouth, and poured the contents into your mouth.

ÓWhile noble, your goals are contrary to our own, in fact, they would cause our little group to cease to beÐÓ His calm voice temporarily broke composure with the last few words, and you could feel his cold rage and bitter hatred towards you, the kind that would terrify even the most battle-hardened warrior. ÒAnd for that, for the glory and power of Ganon, you must be destroyed.Ó

As the last drops fell down your throat, you remember the calm few seconds, looking at Dredge as he let go of your face, as he stepped back. You remember wondering why was he stepping away... before the potion started doing its work. Whatever pain you felt before paled in comparison, as you felt your chest heal. As the broken shards of bone were forced out of your body, tearing through your skin which immediately sealed and healed afterward, as the main mass of the ribs grew and regained their form from scratch. 

You remember as you helplessly convulsed on the stone floor, your muscles and the rest of your body replacing the dead or injured with newer and healthier parts. Despite it making you healed, it felt like you were dying, being conscious while your body disintegrated and reintegrated slowly. You remember needing and trying to scream in pain, to at least get a single aspect of relief, but only to not make but a faint croak. After what seemed to be an eternity, the pain finally subsided, almost instantly, leaving you still bound and chained in a pool of old blood and bone fragments.

ÓOh, thought that was going to kill you?Ó Returning to his original polite tone of voice, Dredge smiled sweetly at you. ÒTsk-tsk-tsk. Killing you would be the opposite of destroying you, at least in the way you need to be. If word gets out that you perished, the people would rise up and declare you a martyr. And that would be giving our group and you far too much attention for our liking.Ó

Once more Dredge walked up to you and sat by you, the blood absorbed into the fabric. ÒThere are many ways to remove a person, be it through killing, spirit them away, or converting them to oneÕs side. But regardless, you will play a very important role in our goals.Ó

You remember saying something along the lines of ÒI will never yield my allegiance to you.Ó and ÒI will not betray my kingdom.Ó But whatever you said was met with a gentle scoff from Dredge.

ÓWe do not need your will or cooperation.Ó Dredge put a finger under your chin and gently forced your head upwards to meet his emotionless mask. ÒAll that we need, is your body.Ó The words wash over you like ice water, fear quickly built in your soul. You raced inside your mind to find a meaning to his words that didnÕt fill with dread, only to find no such solace.

Do they mean that they plan to use me as a forced worker? No, your royal upbringing would make you useless, and you would break after at least a year. To turn me into a beast of Ganon? Nay, to turn you into a tool against your people would be the last thing you hope to happen. To use my blood as a sacrifice to revive Ganon? Hylia forbid, that would mean her struggles are all for vain. To use for reproÐ No for the sake of Hyrule no! To be deflowered by your enemy would be too much to handle. Idea after idea after idea, you processed hundreds of implications to DredgeÕs words, but despair settled in, and hopelessness was all but certain.

ÓBah, worry not about us using your royal chamber for children.Ó His words bringing you back to the present reality, a faint glimmer of relief reignites in your trembling soul. ÒThe Yiga would rather not indulge a reincarnation of Hylia that carnal pleasure, heh but knowing your reputation, it would be either unfulfilling or feel like the insides of an eel.Ó And with a single sentence, your glimmer of hope was changed into burning embarrassment.

ÓYou see, the time for GanonÕs coming will soon be upon us, and the Yiga tribe will have to prepare ourselves for that time. But we have just a small...problem.Ó Removing his hand from your chin, he readjusted his sitting position to face you. ÒYou know where we are correct? You nodded your head. ÒYou understand that we are in the Gerudo Desert?Ó Again, you nodded.

ÓWell then, do you know how nutritious mighty bananas are?Ó Seeing you pause to think, he answers it anyway. ÒThey are very nutritious, a single finger can act as a whole meal, and for all our work, a bunch of them would last us a whole week.Ó Dredge sighed and reclined back on his hands. ÒThe problem is that mighty bananas are really rare to come by. A single bunch from a tree only grows after a full month, and a banana tree only has room for 3 bunches at a time. It also does not help that it is on the opposite side of the kingdom.Ó

ÓWish that was the only issue,Ó Dredge took a deep breath and started fiddling with his uniformÕs chest straps. ÒWe have been gaining recruits for a good while now, and our supply of bananas has been getting quite bare, we had to resort to stealing from other towns to get food for ourselves. Sooner or later, we will get spotted and tracked to our home here. You following so far?Ó You nod, each sentence coming clear as polished glass.

ÓGood. So how could we avoid getting in unnecessary contact with the people of Hyrule, and provide food for our group? Well, the answer should be obvious right, build a farm and plant some crops! Well, that would be splendid if there were any sort of soil to use in this desert.Ó His sudden frustration startled you, his attitude switching like lightning strikes. ÒAlas, there isnÕt any unless we were to turn the sand into soil. And that would take years upon years of work, years that we do not have.Ó

Stopping his explanation Dredge looked at you, and you felt your heart sink. 

ÓAt least it would, if we didn't have you.Ó Seconds passed as you looked at him, confused. How could the Yiga think that you could turn some sand into farmable soil, if you cannot even unlock your sealing powers? ÒYou see, the process of making soil requires large doses of decomposing wood and plantsÐÓ You look at him with further confusion, that does not exactly help explain what they plan to do with you.

ÓOr in this case, manure from ANY animal.Ó

Oh.

ÓOf course, the size you would have to be to produce the amount needed is absolutely gigantic, but of course, the clan has already taken care of that issue.Ó

Oh Hylia no.

ÓWe have stolen a year's worth of food scraps, food waste, and other edibleÐ or rather previously edible material, all for you to eat. You will eat, and you will create a path for our future, all the while turning into a giant boar of a woman.Ó Seeing the terror on your face, and the panic in your eyes, Dredge giggled to himself. ÒA fitting end to a spoiled and undeserving princess, and to the lineage of a weak and worthless god.Ó

Nonononono. No. No! NO!

Finished with his explanation, Dredge hopped back into a standing position, and sauntered towards the door. ÒYour first meal will be at sundown, so id recommend getting familiar with your new home. Oh, right you can't tell what time it is in here, but soon enough you will count the days by the meal!Ó A foot out the door, the sadistic Yiga snapped his fingers. With the sound of metal creaking, you felt your bindings release your limbs. Massaging your arms and legs, you looked at Dredge as the door was about to shut, with fear and hate emanating from you. Before the door shut however, Dredge made one last comment, one that would be seared into your mind forever.

ÓDo make yourself comfortable and forget your companions, nobody is coming to save you. From here on out, you are dead to the world and serve a greater purpose than yourself. And our clan is indebted to you for your gracious contribution, pig.Ó

Sadistically laughing, Dredge closed and locked the door. And as you looked in disbelief and dread at the room around you, fate itself withdrew its uncaring protection and left you at the mercy of these dangerous people. And with one last motion of hope you could muster, you prayed a silent prayer to Hylia, to deliver you from your captivity, to spare you from this horrific situation, a prayer that would go forever unanswered.

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ÓTtshhhhhhhhÓ The sound of the water droplets turning into a solid flow of water snapped you out of your recollection. How long has it been since that moment? A few months? A year? 5 years? You lost track after being in their confinement for so long, and the post-meal food comas didnÕt help in the least. But what you could count on in your current situation, is the morning water spout your captors installed a good while back, as it notified you that breakfast was going to be served soon.

As you felt the water splash on the floor, moving close to the wall behind you, you are once more reminded of its purpose. As the sound of the liquid hitting stone was replaced by a grotesque sound of water hitting something...dry and soft. A few moments later you breathed in and smelled a familiar and foul odor, the pile of excrement made during your sleep, by getting in contact with water regained its potent sulfuric scent. You wince and feel nauseous, but hold together. Your meal is close, you can sense it, want it, but also absolutely despise what events will unfold shortly.

Soon enough, you could hear the sound of metal scraping against stone, the familiar hum of the magnesis rune. Through the time you have been here, the amount of food you had to, and eventually want to eat grew to amounts that could rival the entire Goron civilization, and in response, your food was delivered by giant pots and bowls carried by Yiga trained with magnesis runes and the metal door to your room was enlarged by triple its amount. In response to the tell tale sound of food, your stomach groans and roils, ready to partake in the upcoming feast.

The sealed door opens and two figures step in, 
Rowe and Karna, and with them, massive cauldrons that could easily fit a whole Hinox inside and still have spare room. The door shuts behind them and they walk towards you with a relaxed manner. You used to fear each day that you would die to their hands, but now you and them have a mutual understanding. That being you cannot do anything to them, but they cannot kill you. Although, you also understand that being killed by them would be more than ideal now.

ÓHeey boaress! I guess it has been too long since you have eaten. Afterall it has only been eight hours,Ó Karna verbally jabbed at you, making your morning once again much more miserable. Since your first meeting Karna has calmed down her irritability and hate towards you, but instead replaced it with sadistic actions and cruelty.

ÓHold it Karna, we still need to do some pre-eating maintenance first, remember? Don't want her to blow while she eats.Ó Rowe on the other hand has remained relatively the same, except now you have learned another proficiency of his, maintaining the condition of prisoners. His daily routine is so effective at keeping you at maximum plop making efficiency, all the while making you feel absolutely miserable.

ÓRight, rightÐÓ

ÓAh, I just remembered, could you do the honors of showing our boar her progress Karna?Ó

ÓOh, absolutely!Ó

Running out the door, she returned with large mirrors within her magsesisÕs control. And directing the mirrors at you, you look at them, and a more powerful wave of nausea hits you, you feel your body try to dry heave but nothing comes out.

ÓSo boaress? Don't you think you look like a proper hog now?Ó

Indeed you do, because what reflected back was you, now a filthy and gigantic mass of fat. Your face is near unrecognizable, with dozens of chin and cheek folds that droop and wobble with every motion your body does. Cheek flab almost blocks your vision to the point that seeing the mirrors was a miracle. Although you have long since lost the ability to look up due to your sagging forehead fat, which became your ever present shade. And the way your face looked squished and compressed together was not helped by how your once dainty and thin lips have turned so grotesquely fat. Red, puffy, and looking like they weigh at least 50 pounds, your lips have long since stopped you from talking. 

Looking slightly down to your body, you feel violently sick again, but you did not produce anything but another grotesque roar from your gut. Once a petite and healthy midsection, yours had practically exploded with fat, with your belly taking most of the credit. Extending at least a full 20 feet in front of you, with love handles that rest on the ground and with at least six rolls to climb on top of your pale, cellulite plastered, stretch mark riddled gutThe abyssal pit that is your belly button looks like it could fit a dozen people, the thought of which you're regrettably curious about. Your once generously sized bosom has grown certainly a lot, weighing at about 80 pounds each, the teardrop shaped breasts sag off your belly, sore with how much milk you have been producing, and constantly leaking onto the stone floor. You see deep flabby rolls where your useless arms and legs were. And you see that your feet and hands have become utterly engulfed in fat, your fingers having rolls and sagging and your feet nearly unrecognizable except for the deep divots where your toes once were.

ÓAh right, best I lean this up a bit. Got to show you the goods,Ó Karna chortled, tilting the mirrors a bit upward. With the new angle you could see the gross and hideous mass that is your backside. You could see your greasy and unkempt hair, long since neglected, grown to lengths that would reach the ground, if it wasn't stuck on the crevasses of your back fat. Layers of sweaty and greasy fat rise past your head, propped up by what was the biggest feature you have, your massive ass.

While your gut hits the side walls comfortably with its width, your royal hindquarters press against side walls with such pressure that it is uncomfortable and it cracks the stone. Sagging and wobbling with fat, you could feel the sweat and internal grime drip off and fall onto the floor, adding to the pile of your own shit. 

On that subject, your constant bouts of waste have left your posterior covered in fecal matter, and the wall behind you forever stained brown. Although there was something important to keep in mind, your filthiness. If your inability to stop soiling yourself wasn't vile and disgusting enough, your skin has become so foul and dirty, covered in sweat, grease, oil, and...spunk from the occasional Yiga stress release session. Your chest and face donÕt fare any better, as in addition, splatters of past meals, both digested and undigested cover the base of the stomach and cake your lips, chins, and cheeks.

Compared to when you were first brought to your prison, you have long since lost all your charm, beauty, and gracefulness which was replaced with slovenliness and revusiveness. Everytime you look at yourself, every pound you gain and show, you are both disgusted at what you have become, and deeply saddened. This could not have happened if your allies could get to you...could they? Are they alive? Such thoughts bring you to tears, and the only solace from this ever present grief, is the ÒfoodÓ the Yiga provides.

*Grrrrrrrlrrrpphhshhhhhsph* ÒHrrrk!Ó As you continue waking up, the sound of your gut echoes in your head as your nausea intensifies, making you futilely try to retch. What caused this? You took a breath through your nose, and became assaulted by what can only be described as torturous aromas. 

True to their word, they have turned you into what can only be described as a boar, as they have obviously neglected to clean any part of you, except for your teeth. As such, the stench of the room and you became something that would seemingly kill any person who steps inside, and sickens those who would be outside her cell. The fragrance you could smell was akin to the sulfur from Death Mountain, if it had the properties of the corruption Ganon brought into the world.

*Grrrsphspsh* *BBBLLooupppt* And as if it hears your disgust, your turgid body begins its routine, letting out more of the stale internal gasses beforeÐ the later but inevitable result. 
You feel your intestines deliver more waste to be vacated, and along with it the extremely uncomfortable feeling of gas being pushed through the winding tunnel till it makes a loud and wet fart that goes on for more than a minute.

ÓLooks like the boar started to do its work ahead of time Rowe!Ó Karna exclaimed to her companion with what can be described as perverse joy. Taking a deep breath, she smiles at you while putting away the mirrors. It was always the two of them maintaining your condition, not because they have worked to kidnap you, but because they have the traits best suited for the task.

ÓYour body seems to be enjoying the state it is in, getting ready to make more of that beautifully corrupted slurry. Of course, it requires you to eat, and I intend to watch it all happen,Ó Karna spoke in an anticipating tone. If it was not bad enough that she treated you with callousness, the masked woman had developed a rather intense and obsessive affinity to anything resembling corruption.

Be it the black and purple strands of GanonÕs essence, a pile of biological filth, or being sickened by a disease, this affinity has provided her much joy from her duties. And as an additional consequence, she treats you with not only cruelty, but also sexual perversion. 

ÓSettle yourself Karna, we still have a bit more to do. The hog will have to wait to shit herself a little while longer, not that she has a choice. So take in the stench and musk, though I consider myself the lucky one.Ó As for Rowe, you at first didn't understand why he was not affected by the grotesque factors that pummel the senses. Then slowly you came to a realization, Rowe cannot smell. And with that lack of smell, made him an indispensable asset to the Yiga clan.

ÓVery well Rowe, what do we still have to do to our little hog?Ó

ÓFirst we have to check on her feet, her hands, her teeth, and her buttocks.Ó

Ever since you gained enough to become immobile, they have made it routine to keep track of how useless your hands and feet become, that your teeth are cleaned to provide maximum consumption, and that the unholy area that is your rectum is cleared on any significant blockage.

ÓYes, I am very aware that we need to check that she is going at maximum capacity, but what else?Ó

ÓWe need to give her another tonic, and it is your turn to choose where to obtain the blood.Ó

ÓHmm! Sounds fun!

You wince at the sound of those words, ever since an accident regarding a dropped sickle and an open bottle of fairy tonic, the Yiga clan found out that your divine heritage allows your blood to enhance the effects of potions by double. So now once per day, you receive a lacerating cut on your expansive body to retrieve blood for the magic brew.

ÓAnd lastly...we have to make her purge. Dont want her to get too full.Ó

Karna looked at Rowe silently for a second, but then quietly chuckled to herself.

ÓI'll start examining the feet and rear Rowe.Ó

Rowe affirmingly nods and grunts, as he makes his way up your belly. As you lose sight of him, you feel a sharp pain in what is your left hand. It has been ages since you last had the ability to move your fingers, so Rowe would be moving them for you. The atrophied digits surged in pain as he moved them individually, checking their ability to move, the near lack of muscle making it torturous. You could hear a very faint series of popping as your finger joints are put once more into ÒuseÓ. 
As fast as the crackling of the fire, the popping rings in your ears untilÐ

*Crrrchk*

You heard a wet cracking sound, and the pain in your hand intensifies sharply. It was rare for one of your fingers to break, but whenever it happened it made your mornings much more unbearable.

ÓShit, that wasn't supposed to happen. Oh well, it will fix itself when it's time for the tonic.Ó Rowe plainly moved to check the other set of fingers, and another series of noisy pops and a painful sensation to your right quickly followed. Luckily, Rowe didn't break any fingers on that hand. But that is a minor solace, compared to the searing agony her left hand is going through.

After a few minutes, he came to your face, laying down on top of the vomit slathered skin. Without a word, he uses his hand to open up your mouth, and you comply. You have learned that even if you resisted, they would find a way to open your mouth, so it was better to just let it happen. Rowe quietly hums to himself as he quietly looks at your teeth, then apparates a wet brush into his hand.

ÓCongrats pig, despite your constant spewing and eating, you have a perfect set of teeth, now it is time to clean them.Ó Rowe looks behind him and yells to Karna.

ÓKarna, I'm about to clean the hogs teeth, how is your checking?Ó

ÓHer feet seem to be even more sunken than last time! How atrociousÐ it is at least a full 5 feet deeper!Ó Karna replied happily, and you could tell that while not physically doing so, yet, she was indeed getting off to your body. ÒAnd her asshole is simply horrific, so...soÐ squalid! It is a thing of true, utter corruption!Ó

Rowe simply nodded, and as your hand continues to painfully throb he continues his task and brushes your teeth vigorously. As he did, some leftover runoff from meals past, and meals returned, run down your tongue. It tasted acidic, and rotten...but yet, you were enticed by it. You try to think that it is disgusting and repulsive, but as your conditions grew more and more unpleasant, you grew to begrudgingly accept it, and grow to like it.

ÓHmm, that should do it.Ó As soon as it started, the brushing was finished, and Rowe got back on his feet, his outfit completely ruined, and proceeded to walk down your slick abdomen. As you hear the sound of feet hitting the stone floor, a sharp and slow moving pain causes you to quickly wheeze in surprise.

ÓOh, didn't think you were not ready. Are you ok? Hah! Of course you are!Ó Karna cackled as she mocked and accented her last sentence with a quick slash of her sickle to your thigh, as she gathers blood from the bottom of one of your feet. 
As the weapon steadily moves along, the afflicted pain in addition to her already broken hand, causes you to quietly tear up.

You yearned for an escape, to get away from this constant pattern of torment. But as you sit helplessly, at the mercy of your captors will, you could not help but feel utterly abandoned. Not just by your friends, by your people, or by your kingdom. But also by fate, denied to have any change or alteration to the cruel and perverse reality you have before you.

ÓAlright! That should be enough of the wretchÕs blood! Rowe, pass me the tonic!Ó

As Rowe tosses her a tonic bottle, Karna prods and rubs the front of your stomach, almost to see what part of it is most sensitive. The rubbing briefly stops, as your blood was added to the tonic, but continues shortly afterward. Eventually, Karna started pressing and rubbing the very top of your gut untilÐ

*Hrrk!* She had found the weak point, where your stomach would feel the most nauseous if messed with.

ÓJackpot,Ó Rowe quietly spoke to himself, meanwhile Karna began to viciously rub, press, punch and stomp on the sensitive area of your stomach. Once more, you feel a wave of nausea pass over you, as your stomach viciously churns. 

*Uurp!* *Huuarkk!* *Guuurpk!* As you feel more and more ill, you retch repeatedly, like a cat trying to pass a hairball. Each time you attempt, you feel the acidity of the bile slowly rise up the throat. The juice and contents within your gullet quake and slam against the sides, adding to your merciless discomfort. The pain of your hand and foot dullens as only one thought permeates in your head. 

Get it out, let it out, release it. I cannot bear it any longer, let me purge my stomach! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! LET ME BARF!!

*Hrrk, Guurrrk, Huurrrlp!* Eventually, you manage to get some up. But it had not enough momentum, nor enough mass, to get out of your mouth. So you end up with a mouthful of acidic bile, that slowly drains back down your throat. The overwhelming acerbity of the bile did not help in covering up the taste. If a person were to foolishly lick the liquid Ganon essence that has been slowly spreading around Hyrule, the taste would likely be the very same. Simply put, it tasted of rot, not the rotten husks of an individual food, but everything that could decay and rot. Neither meaty or of any vegetables or fruits, it was completely indiscernible as to what food was being tasted. Texture was also dreadfully noncommittal, as it was runny like an uncooked egg yoke, but had enough chunks of various sizes that it would classify as a stew.

ÓAww, having trouble spewing??Ó Karna asked pseudo concerned, and pressed her prosthetic leg into your stomach. ÒThat is such a shame...usually my piggy does it without a problem. Does my piggy need more help?Ó

Yes, yes your pi-... You mentally stop yourself and shake the thought out of your head. As shameful as it is, you have lately become more susceptible to KarnaÕs patronization. Every time she ÒdotesÓ on you, your pride breaks a little bit more. And as your pride is belittled more and more, you slowly began to give in to Karna, and her roles she gives you. She may have her way one day, but today, you remain. Not unbroken, but still whole.

ÓWell then, I'd be happy to oblige~Ó Standing straight up, Karna quickly dissipated the lower half of her uniform, revealing her unshaven legs and crease, which is very wet. Karna gets on her knees, as Rowe notices what is going on, but decides to go about checking the perimeter of you, leaving the two of you in relative privacy. 

ÓI hope you are as excited as I am, boar! The scent of you, the touch of your filthy skinÐ is enough to drive me mad. Consider this both a help, and a reward.Ó Quickly she parts her knees and the Yiga footsoldierÕs privates meet with your filth caked skin. The moment you felt her, another glob of guttural slop added itself to the already large pile in your mouth.

ÓHahhhÐ Your skin feels so slimy, wet, and dirtyÐ feels amazing!Ó Slowly and surely, Karna begins to grind on top of your sensitive belly area, gasping and moaning as she gets off to the unsightly act. Grinding back and forth on you, and slamming her ass down as if she was inserting a phallic item inside her, you could notice that she was enjoying this greatly. As perverse as it was, you felt that it was helping you get close to purging.

ÓAhhhh, fuuuuckÐ. I am closeÐ got toÐ finishÐÓ As you heard her breath soften and her voice rising, she slams her body onto your gut, and crawls up her way to your face. As she does so, your nausea peaks, as you feel the vile concoction rise and irritating your throat. 

ÓFfffuck...so close...do your thing pig... help me cumÐÓ The spewage for a breif moment stops rising...and ever so slowly decreases...before you feel a powerful surge of it push up your throat. You were going to help Karna, but in how, you are helpless. 

ÓHmmk! Glrrrrrrrk-HUURRPPPHHKBLK!!*
As the flow builds up in your mouth, lightly pouring out your nose as you instinctively try to hold back the foul tide. However, a moment later another powerful pulse of puke rose, and you closed your eyes, as a barrage of spewage left you. The pressure was akin to a waterfall, except a waterfall didn't produce waves after delayed waves of sickness.

ÓYee-*Goorpssshhh*Ó You could barely hear Karna climax over the sound of gallons of vomit exiting you. The torrent began to slow and end after a long while. As the last of the repulsive gunk left you with a *HUURBK*, you open your eyes to the filth you have made.

The entirety of your vision was colored dark orange, as the bile slowly made it down the wide expanse of fat. You could barely make out the solid chunks of food, but of what they were from is completely unknown to you. Wincing, you feel the pain of your hand and foot return, no longer ignored by fevered needs. A few minutes pass, then you hear a soft moan, as Karna rises from the sludge. The flow knocked her a good distance back, as she got up from her back, her entire body and uniform covered and ruined by your purge.

ÓThat...huffÐ was amazing! I haven't cummed that hard in WEEKS! Hey Rowe, the boarÐÓ

ÓI heard her vomit, as well as see it. Here, I got another spare outfit, get changed.Ó Karna following his words, quickly left to get changed. The next thing you know, you hear the magnesis rune activate once more, as a cauldron is lifted towards you. 

ÓEverything is functioning ok, all things considered. Since you have been so patient for a slovenly beast, you've earned your meal. Do take your time to enjoy it, there is a lot more where that came from. The condescending words from Rowe emotionally cut you, and as the cauldron begins to tilt downwards, you glumly open your mouth. What could you do now, but submit to what has imprisoned you forever.

The cauldron eventually meets your lips, and the flow for food steadily begins. When you first started your new life, you had doubts that their plan would work. However, you have learned that not only was their plan a success, but they have made enough farmland to provide you with fodder. What you ate often varies, but you are forced to pack it all in.

Soon enough you are back to ÒworkÓ, sloppily eating and swallowing the food. This time, it is plant waste, uncooked meats, and juiced bananas, blended into a semisolid paste. Its texture was horrific, and its taste was conflicting and gross, but you took to chugging it all down. If there was one piece of respite, that would be making you feel full, despite how shameful and emotionally painful to do it.

*Glug..Glug..Glug..Glug..Glug* You steadily swallow your meal, when an all too familiar feeling happens. The broken bones and cuts you have endured mend and heal themselves, due to the fairy tonic mixed into the food. It hurt tremendously, and yet you ate your food as a distraction from it. To your relief, the potion did its job swiftly, having healed your injuries before you got halfway through the cauldrons contents. But when all of the paste is eaten, you begin to feel...uncomfortable.

ÓHmmmfft, ffftt!Ó You try to let Rowe know about what is going on, but you quickly and shamefully remember about your heavy lips.

ÓHmm? Oh, you are feeling uncomfortable?Ó

ÓMMFTÓ

ÓAh, worry not. It is just your innards getting their share of the healing.Ó Rowe replied calmly as he retrieved the metal container. ÒSince you have gotten so morbidly immobile, I guess it has made some major strain on them.Ó
 
Sure enough, you feel your body healing, and then getting strained shortly thereafter. Your heart felt for a moment, so energetic and powerful before it quickly slowed down to a slow but survivable pace. You felt that you were able to breathe easier than you have done in a long while, but then your exhale quickly as your lungs quickly began to get compressed. And you all but for a moment felt like you regained your control of your bladder, only for you to quickly lose it, and disgracefully peed yourself. Again.

ÓOk so the potion will lead to a piss puddle. I'll write a note about it laterÐÓ Soon enough, another cauldron meets your lips and you begin to down the mixture.

*Glllllglllglglgllllsh* It was time for the production to start, as the stomach started to fill up, newer waste was pushed down to replace the old. The feeling was odd to say least. You feel the slow and steady flow of waste going down the long passage of intestines.

*Frrrrpht-PHRrrRFT-RRRRRRRPPPpht* As the end gets closer, more gas is emitted. Large blasts of gas happened quickly in succession, with each successive one wetter and hotter than the last. 

*BBLllarrrrpht-PPHhhhht* *Shppppttttlptltplt* And with one last fart, you helplessly feel a wave of shit drop out. It started off as a limp, low powered spurt, before it suddenly changed into a volcanic blast of human defecation. You couldn't see it, but you sure feel and hear it. As you grunt and eat your food, it felt like you were passing liquid embers from within you, and as you hear the stream splatter against the wall, you feel some of it bounce back onto your gigantic ass. You remember the times when your father stressed etiquette, manners, and proper conduct. To have your life brought to this low form of existence, your father would have died from shock...though you worry if he even was alive.

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After what must have been fifteen cauldrons of your meal, you finished it all. You felt a bit better than earlier this morning, despite feeling uncomfortably full, and producing so much fertilizer that it began to pile up until it was at anus height.

*Knock Knock* ÒAh, great timing Sir! She just finished eating!Ó Setting aside a now empty cauldron, Rowe walked towards the cell door and opened it. 
Stepping aside, Rowe let in a newly dressed and cleaned Karna, and an all too familiar face, Kohga.

ÓKehehe, looking dreadful as always Zelda. Is that a new chin roll? It looks good on you!Ó The plump master cackled at you, and called you by your name. Almost every single clan member regarded you as pig or other pig equivalent pet names, but Kohga? He always referred to you by your name, which in any other context would mean a great deal of respect. But as you are now, it is painful to hear. Of course you know who you are, or rather were, and it was that remembrance that makes it unbearable. At least when you are being referred to as a boar, you are not forced to remember your royal and noble lineage.

Kohga did not visit you often, but when he does, it was very important. Because it means that you made a milestone in your descent of degeneracy. When you first made the first batch of fertilizer, when your belly passed your knees, when you lost all control of your bowels, when your legs couldn't handle the weight of your body, and when you finally became fully immobile, he came by to look at his clanÕs handiwork.

ÓOh right, where are my manners. Ahem... Zelda, although we are unable to show you, I bring the most spectacular news.Ó

ÓWhat is the news this timeÓ, you thought to yourself. ÒDid I get fat enough that I need to get a new prison? Am I going to need to drink extra tonic to keep myself from dying? Or have I earned another type of food to give me indigestion?Ó

ÓToday, we have been able to turn an entire acre of our barren hideout into farmland! An acre to supply our troops with produce unimaginable in this terrain and enough to feed all of the clan four times over!

ÓWhoop-de-doo. I just made for another acre I bet. Oh Hylia, just let it all end!Ó

ÓIt should go without saying, but the amount of nutrients you have provided is simply bountiful! To think that we would have achieved this without your contributions, heh, well that would be impossible.

ÓEasy to take my contributions, especially since I cannot move.Ó

ÓI was originally going to just give you the details, but I think you deserve a little...something.Ó Kohga walks towards you, and paths one of your thigh rolls. ÒThank you Zelda for your generosity and thoughtfulness towards our cause.Ó His words were dripping with sarcasm, he didn't give a damn whether or not you were willing, nobody in this clan did. After a few moments of fondling your thighs, he walked to the door to leave, waving his hand dismissively.

Before Kohga left, another figure dashed into the room, practically losing their balance in doing so. It was another footsoldier, and by the sound of his panting it was Dredge. Taking a moment to catch his breath, with hsi hands on his knees, he addressed the clan master.

ÓHuff...Ko-....Puff...WhooofÐ Master KohgaÐÓ

ÓDredge, what seems to be the hurry? Haven't seen you this haggard since you started training.Ó
ÓHyÐ.Hylian...Imperial...guardsÐpufffÐ.Ó

For a moment, you felt that time grinded to a halt. Imperial guards, here? Are they passing by, do they know you are here?

ÓHmm? Did they have another run in with one of our units?Ó

ÓScoutingÐ.p-partyÐ some of our scouts...overhead themÐÓ

Scouting party!? Those two words rekindled a familiar but long lost sensation, hope. Your people didn't forget about you! Right?

ÓOverheard them...what?Ó

ÓTheyÐ*cough* huffÐ were looking forÐÓ Taking another breathing break, Dredge sat down and limply pointed at you. ÒFor herÐÓ

Just like that, you help your heart ache and burn as it excitedly pulsed in joy. This was it! This was your chance to leave, to go home! To leave this terrible place and go to how things once were, or at least start to go back.

ÓThey really did check this neck of the kingdom last huh? So why the rush, surely this clan can deal with a scouting party?Ó

ÓIt's a...a party of 40 soldiersÐÓ

ÓAnd??Ó

ÓL-link...huff.Ó

Link, is he here?! Is he finally coming to take you away from here!? It felt all too good to be true, but it was!

Kohga looked startled, taking a step back in surprise by his name.

ÓIs he here?Ó

Oh Hylia, please let this be an end!

Looking up, Dredge nodded silently. Kogha walked over to Dredge and whispered into his ear, and received a whisper in turn.Kogha went quiet for a bit, before he chuckled. 

ÓLet him come here, I will have some words for him.Ó

ÓOn it Sir!Ó Leaping to a running stance, Dredge was quickly out the door.

You felt immense joy and relief, the time of your freedom was soon! There was no doubt that Link will be able to defeat Kogah and this clan, and take you back home.

As Kohga rested his back on the stone wall, confident as ever, Rowe and Karna raised their weapons in anticipation. The anticipation of a fight was intoxicating, not a sound was made by anyone. Well except you as more intestinal sludge is pushed out. But you paid no mind to it, for what seemed to be an eternity, you have hope and a chance at regaining freedom.

*Click, Click, Click. Click* In the relative quiet, you hear 
footsteps. Your heart fluttered, as much as your lard laden body could allow, as you know the end is close.

*Click, Click, Click, Click* 

At long last.

*Click, Click, Click, Click*

You are finally going to be free.

*Click*

He is coming!!

*Clink*

LÐ.

*Clicksh*

L...link?

*Clsshshhk*

Link? Link!?

Your heart sank, as you hear the armored footfalls turn into drags, slow and almost feeble. If that was, no. No you could not believe that it is Link, just another guard looking for you enclosure ahead of time! Yeah that sounds right...right?

*Clsssshhhhkt-t-k*

A figure turns to enter the room, their face and identity covered by shadow, and using the walls to support their body. They didn't use their hands to push off the wall, and they looked as if they were moments from fainting...or worseÐ

That isn't Link, no that can't be him, noÐ.

As the figure slowly staggers into the lit room, you could only look, as fate shows its cruel hand once more.

No...nononoNONONO! NO! NOOO!

What you saw was your only hope, your freedom, and your salvation, broken and dashed into the stone walls. Still wearing the Imperial GuardÕs uniform, his cap soaked with blood, showing a heavily injured but recognizable face.

Ð.noÐ.

Before you was Link, near death and with his body shattered.

Managing to move a few more steps towards you, your once royal protector stumbles onto the cold floor face first. 
His uniform was practically shredded into ribbons, his entire chest was visible, which was covered in both lacerated cuts and implanted arrowheads. LinkÕs legs at first seemed ok, before you noticed one of his feet was twisted backwards, and his other leg was bending the opposite direction. You had no trouble noticing the issue with his arms, both of his arms were practically decimated, flopping due to losing all control over them, and bruised into a deep purple shade.

His face was messed up, to put lightly. The points of his ears were cut off, three deep cuts ran down his face, and broken bits of a sickle lay wedged into his head, turning his golden brown hair into dirty crimson by his leaking blood.

ÓGreat timing Link, we were expecting you!Ó Chortling, Kohga walked to Link, and crouched to meet with your protectorÕs face. ÒHow kind of you to bring along your group of fools into our humble abode. Did you enjoy the boulders? I hope so, it took us months to roll them here and position them for the ambush.

Your heart sank as Kohga snidely remarked at Link. Is Link still alive? Such thoughts cause worry to begin welling up within you.

ÓBut I gotta hand it to you, you managed to keep most of your soldiers alive, despite almost being crushed to powder. Yet one has to wonder, did you really think your approach through? Moving through rooms with high vantage points, which are dimly lit, and are unfamiliar to you and your group. Pairing with the fact that we outnumbered you 10 to 1, that we specialize 
specifically in assassinations, and that all of you fought us head on, and that just shows either an overabundance of confidence, or unchecked, unrestrained moronity.Ó

Link responded with shallow breaths, still alive by a thread.

ÓRegardless, you've made it to the final goal, you get to see your princess!Ó Removing his foot from LinkÕs back, Kohga signalled to Rowe and Karna. The two put away their weapons, move beside your protector and helped him stand, throwing his broken arms on their shoulders and forcing him to stand.

ÓBe proud Link! You may have failed, but you get to have some closure.Ó Kohga put his hand under LinkÕs limp head and moved it so his eyes would meet yours. ÒLook upon your beloved Zelda, look at how wretched she has become, how she became a corrupted pile of flesh and filth. And do make sure you look hard, as it will be the last thing you will see.Ó

Ó.....nnhh..Ó Slowly and weakly his eyes slowly fluttered open, tears slowly well up in your eyes as he looks at your abhorred frame. You are helpless to hide the shame of your body, to not meet his gaze. The reality that this would be the last time you will see him alive, that he will view you as an abomination, ripped your willpower and soul asunder. 

His eyes look upon you with shock, but slowlyÐ shock melted away to a soft smile. A smile of recognition...and relief. More tears flowed down your multilayered face, he wasn't disgusted nor appalled, but relieved that you are alive. His eyes tear up for a moment, partly washing away the blood staining his face, then roll back as he faints with a sigh.

Feeling him go unconscious, the footsoldiers let him fall to the ground. Kogha looked over him and clicked his tongue. ÒWell, that is quite the anticlimactic end to the biggest thorn in our side. Can't be helped I suppose, the smell often does that, kehehe!Ó Cackling at his joke, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers. Without a word, Rowe pulls out his sickle again, and raises it over his head.

ÓMmmhphh! Phhhmmpph!Ó You try to grab their attention away from him, but your body denies you even that. Too fat to talk, you watch in horror as Rowe prepares to strike Link down for good. Your tears multiply, as guilt, regret, and heartbreak overtakes you. You still have so much to say to him, that you appreciate his service, that you are sorry for all the times you treated him poorly. And that you love him, oh so dearly. 

With a grunt, Rowe swings down the sickle, aiming for the warriors neck. It would seem that fate has deemed it too late for you to love.

Ó...Wait!Ó

*Clankshh!*

Ð Or so it seemed.

 A sudden voice distracted Rowe, missing his target and hitting the stone floor, nicking blood stained hair but missing the skull. Your heart pulsed violently and painfully inside you, by what seemed to be a miracle, Link was alive!

Ó...Ó Silence swept the room, Kogha looked at Rowe in surprise, Rowes handiwork with slight amusement, and then looked at the source of the distraction, Karna. You didn't see his eyes, but you can tell, they must have been brimming with rage and confusion.

ÓKarna...what is the purpose of this?Ó

ÓI apologise, Master...I.Ó

ÓDo you have a reason for this?Ó

ÓYes sir.Ó

KohgaÕs mood did not improve much, but enough for him to see reason. 

ÓWell then...out with it.Ó

ÓI believe there is a more suitable punishment for him.Ó

ÓTh...huh?Ó Ready to rebuke Karna, the master paused, perplexed by what Karna was insinuating.

ÓWhile I do believe we need to get rid of him, I believe there is a better way, a way that benefits us.Ó

Ó...Go onÐÓ

ÓYou know how much food we are able to grow now due to the boarÕs waste?Ó

ÓYes...but I donÕtÐÓ

ÓWhat if we were able to double that amount?Ó

That brief feeling of relief at LinkÕs survival quickly replaced itself with an all encompassing dread. No...no don't let him be subjected to this!

Ó.....Ó

Ó....Sir IÐÓ
ÓKarna.Ó

ÓY-yes?Ó

ÓI apologise for my earlier aggression, and I applaud your genius. Kehehe, the two people who could dare fight against Ganon, regressed into tools of his conquest! Brilliant! Rowe, get word around the camp, I want this cell expanded to fit two of them!Ó

...no...noÐ

ÓOn it Sir!Ó

...noÐ

ÓKarna, will you be able to carry him, I am going to grab a fairy tonic to avoid an unnecessary death.Ó

ÓYes sir!Ó As Karna lifts Link over her shoulder and exits the room, Kohga looks at you.

ÓChange of plans Zelda! It seems like you are going to have a roommate, hope you two enjoy eachothers company! Oh! And before I forget, due to this moment of celebration, we have gathered our bumper crop of spicy peppers to make stew with some more kick than usual. I'll have the chefs add more unused and decomposing meat, fruit, and vegetables! Heard you like those!Ó

As he looked at you, he could see the brightness in your eyes dullen, as you finally gave up. You succumbed to the conditions and reality of your situation, that you are completely without hope of any kind, forever trapped as your body expands, fattens, and becomes even more useless. But to see that your protector, that you are unable to confess your love for, be condemned to the same fate as you, was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Upon you giving up, the inevitable happened, your mind broke. And with it, memories, pride, dignity, identity, higher thinking, everything...was lost. You have now become nothing more than a simple animal, whose only purpose is to eat, vomit, and defecate.

ÓWell either way, see you at lunch time!Ó

As Kohga left, you dully moaned at the mention of lunch.

FoodÐ.hungryÐ.huungryyy....