For a second, it seems like the princess' pointed ears perk up in the mirror. Her blonde eyebrows descend, and she looks behind her.
Only a small breeze, moving through her loose locks. She didn't notice you.
Zelda brushes her hair. That flutter of her hand alone makes her hips sway slightly, slow but nauseating for your new, lacy form. One of her delicate fingers brushes along the waistband, the gold trim glittering against her finger's ridges. And of course, you can feel yourself getting stretched, practically tasting the shape of her fingerprint while it distorts you from your original proportions. You struggle to get the attention of her beautiful aquamarine eyes, but they're focused elsewhere. None of your attempts at screaming or shaking get anywhere. The panties stay at the same point, beneath the monarch's plush navel, and above her hulking thighs.
...And to your horror, she's continuing to get dressed.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Each step makes the generous hips sway, the jiggling masses of anal fat stretching, stretching further, and morphing you around her rump. There's a visible camel toe pressing into you, and the tickle of her blonde pubic hair is maddening. But most of all, either gluteous muscle pounds into you. Every flex of her calves is a new discomfort, and every tensing of her thighs makes it feel like you'll never be quite as solid again. The elasticity of your body is a boon, but you're being warped and distorted to impossible shapes. Every time you think you're about to snap apart against the jiggling, slightly-musty bum, she finds a new way to test your limits.
Just halfway through Zelda's trip to the wardrobe, you're panting and desperate for a break. Why did Hyrule Castle have to have such big rooms?
Some ceremonial robes catch your eye within the shadows of the pristine clothing. At the very least, those fluttering garments would be loose and freeing enough to maintain some of your breathing room.
But it doesn't seem to interest the princess. She's reaching for the pants. Those pants.
They already looked tight and firm pressed to her buttocks in-game. Now, the clothing is a terrifyingly vast veil, several times larger than your body. Yet, they're also horrifically thin, snug, and have marks of wear and grass stains from Zelda's time exploring the kingdom and researching the Shiekah technology. Terror dawns on you as she leans into the casual, yet refined garments, readying a foot to enter their criminally narrow waistline.
"No, Zelda! Stop it! I'm here!" You scream out, voice reaching nowhere near her triangular ears. Even without a tongue, you can taste the plush anal flesh as your azure body hikes up into her canyon of a crack. Her bulging, meaty thigh stretches higher, engulfing you in a deeper wedgie. Your face, your body, your very essence feels compressed on either side by the calamitous pudgy cheeks. The Hylian booty holds you in place, every wobble of their inner workings smearing and elongating you. You feel like a thin shred of paper struggling to contain the princess' juicy curves, bursting and flooding out. If this blonde wasn't so delicate with her clothing, or her underwear made with such luxurious material, you might've snapped apart from the tension. Just trying to keep sane is nearly impossible when her mere leg-raising.
Then she lifts the other leg, pushing deeper in the pants of pain.
Just when you were getting numb, this new stretching in the other direction opens up a new world of torment. You're wrung in the opposite direction, with the whole world going lopsided. This intense thiccness makes your material brush and absorb the slight sweat off her rear. It's all you can taste as she wedges her entire leg deeper into the tight, form-fitting pants.
The dark waistline consumes you, engulfing you in shadows of the thin cloth. It goes up, up, and above you, snuggling around the flesh. The material is just stretchy enough to not rip, as Zelda pats it into place, cementing you against the well-woven fabric. Even if you could still move your body, you'd be absolutely 2-dimensional in the flat space between the black pants and the humongous ass. As is, you practically feel like a tattoo on the skin.
Even as the princess puts on her other clothes - multi-layered blue top, belt, and hair clips - you feel her getting incredibly warm. The area around her ass seems damp with barely any movement. You can't communicate, only pulled along for the ride, hoping that Zelda will treat you gently during her activities today.
What's Zelda doing today, anyway?
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