Link nodded. He pressed the button on the Master Sword again. This time the hilt of the sword grew longer in Link's hands. Fi looked down at herself her legs lengthened and became much thicker and much more toned. Rips and holes were littered all over the surface of her cross-stitch leggings as her legs and hips followed suit. Fi, contradicting her usual quiet and composed nature, let out a tiny moan as what looked like her womanhood became more prominent at her crouch. However, Fi tried her best to retain some of her dignity by completely ignoring this particular issue.
"M-Master...I implore you once more to press the button again. I am confident that another press may be able to revert these changes. There is nothing else that can be altered to the Master Sword now. Please hurry, for I fear I may fall soon. There is a 60% chance that everything will return to normal." All the while Link was trying to ignore the fact that his tights had become tighter.
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