azure/anon malon/link unfin chub magicwg chugs exhib teasing

azureangelic: ive always preferred malon but thats mostly because of all the times ive talked with a friend about malon guzzling liters of thick creamy fattening milk on a daily basis and rapidly becoming an unbelievably soft and creamy butterball with tits to match most of the prize cows on the farm and an appetite to match
azureangelic: so im probably biased
anon: i have to agree.
anon: i've always been biased to malon.
anon: that and the fact that malon gets to grow up.
azureangelic: the only problem with malon is getting her confused for romani because romani is like
azureangelic: six
azureangelic: or was it cremia idk

azureangelic: but yeah malon is a wonderful thing because its too easy to make cowgirls into plumpy milkfountains :V
anon: it really is.
anon: it's almost always a thing, too.
azureangelic: it helps that the milk was magical in majoras mask
anon: it gives you powers.
azureangelic: because malon chugging chauteu romani and gaining three days of infinite magical power
azureangelic: per jug
azureangelic: also three days of calories
anon: all at once.
azureangelic: and it all goes to her tits because reasons
azureangelic: 80% of it anyway
anon: the rest of it goes to the rest of her.

azureangelic: thankfully she only managed to irrevokable destroy half of her underwear
azureangelic: though that might be a bad thing considering how much that massive smooth pale shelf of an ass would be swallowing up her strained panties as she tried to waddle her way home, both arms overflowing with wet, milky titflesh and potbelly jiggling away over the hem of her creaking skirt

anon: she has to wear a cloak to hide herself while she's in the wagon.
anon: and she can feel herself steadily growing on the way back to the farm, wiggling and jiggling back and forth because her clothes can't hold her in anymore.

azureangelic: she gets home just in time for her tattered dress to snap off and fall to her ankles, leaving her with enormous bare teats exposed to the world and almost but not quite concealing her plush dome of a tummy, itself cradled by bulging thunder thighs and an ass worthy of the goddesses that sends vitrolic ripples throughout her body as each cheek shifts and sways against the other with every slow, heavy step the nearly nude redhead takes

anon: she didn't think she'd have drunk enough to grow as much as she have and she's glad her bed is reinforced, because it's going to need it. her steps get slowly more and more heavy as she steps closer and closer to her house, but she's realizing that maybe drinking so much of that special magical creamy liquid was a bad idea.

azureangelic: just getting through the door is a twofold challenge, her pillowy arms struggling just to hold up those colossal breasts let alone push the vanilla-pudding-like mammaries through the creaking wooden doorframe of the house followed by that impeccably smooth flabby rump getting uncerimoniously wedged in the doorway as both soft cheeks struggle to squish through simultaniously, leaving the poor girl out of breath by the time she finally manages to get her trunk in and out of the crisp night air

anon: she's lucky that the nutrients in the milk help strengthen her muscles, because otherwise she's probably be immobilized by this point. she can still feel the pounds being added on, the thought reinforced by the creaking floorboards. she's so thankful that her bed isn't on the second floor as she manages to waddle to the doorway of her room, only to realize that her mammoth body might...not fit anymore.

azureangelic: by this point shes practically a blob of a lady, the chins of her rotund face rapidly becoming indistinguishinable from her fat neck and collarbone, and her heavy, sloshing tankers of a bosom far beyond getting much support as her chubby fingers and drooping upper arms vanish beneath those indescribably mountainous tits, nipples remarkably firm thanks to her bare nudity; thankfully, her chest at least has a rest in her oversized double-tiered apron of a belly, easily big enough to cover her ruby-hued nethers in lieu of the panties that gave up on life several thunderous steps ago beneath the strain of her ass, an absolutely monumental pair of enormous, swaying, pillowy-soft orbs jutting out behind her and forming colossal lovehandles that refuted any chance of her fitting through the door, no amount of strength buried in those unseperable meaty pillars she called thighs able to force her gelatinous, creamy, pale, red-topped boulder of a body through any reasonable opening lest she break through the frame and topple onto her immeasurable chest

azureangelic: (i think i got carried away with the fats oops :c)
anon:  (i don't think she could handle being much fatter!)

azureangelic: its a good thing shes close to a sofa to settle down on, though its less of settling and more of a massive pillowy bloomph, her body crashing down on the poor furniture and flattening it with a muffled crunch as she lay amidst her own jiggling blubber, hiccuped a bit, and slowly dozed off to thoughts of what was in that milk she drank
anon: she'll wake up later, significantly smaller, but still considerably jiggly.

azureangelic: she just has to find a reasonable way to explain to her father how and why shes in the living room amidst the ruins of their sofa stark naked and with 50 pounds added to her ex-lithe frame

anon: that shouldn't be too hard.
anon: at all, right?
azureangelic: considering he sleeps 22 hours a day probably not
azureangelic: "what happened to the sofa"
azureangelic: "it broke"
azureangelic: "how"
azureangelic: ":boob-jiggly shrug:"
anon: it just broke. there are gigantic, living bladed weed whackers flying around hyrule field and your concerned with how a sofa breaks?
anon: eesh.
azureangelic: she uses her lack of underwear as an excuse to end the conversation and waddle off to her room to find something to wear
anon: it never gets brought up again after that.

azureangelic: on the other hand she does get a lot more attention after that
azureangelic: possibly because she keeps putting off buying new lingerie
anon: lots of extra customers come to the stall as a result.
azureangelic: it doesnt help that the collar of her dresses werent adjusted for her newfound pudge
azureangelic: nor that the white fabric makes it less than subtle about her overflowing her firm, taut bra
anon: you can see the outline of the bra VERY clearly.
anon: and her skirt shouldn't be that tight, either.

azureangelic: it helps that shes behind the stall usually, but whenever the stock of milk jugs on display runs low and she has to get more from the wagon the lucky customer who bought the last bottle gets a bonus in the sight of the perky redhead bending down to grab the nect crate, tummy squishing between her chest and thighs and wide rump bulging upwards behind her, the lines of her panties digging into that creamy shelf as visible as the way her cheeks are swallowing up the poor fabric

anon: the customers will actually get into fights over who gets to be next in line.
azureangelic: shes as least tough enough to break up any arguments, though granted the way her hips and bust sway when she does so is a help
anon: it tends to have a calming effect on the rowdier crowds.
azureangelic: it gets to the point where even the ladies are coming back to see the hourglassy redhead strut her stuff as she works
anon: she has lady AND male admirers.

anon: of course, one of the customers actually pays her to chug a jug of her own product.
anon: and that starts a whole new trend.
azureangelic: a lifetime of milk means she can put on one hell of a show when it comes to drinking, and she starts leaving the market every evening significantly sloshier and rounder
anon: are we going with milk's apparent alcoholic properties?
azureangelic: either way is excellent~

anon: ah yes. so not only is she sloshy and round, but also a little tipsy.
azureangelic: she certainly isnt the messist under the influence but it gives her enough courage to get a bit more teasing and showy with her admirers
azureangelic: the warm, taut bellyful of delicious milk helps as well~
anon: it feels really nice to her and she start to do it more often, just because she enjoys the feeling so much.

azureangelic: often times she'll be leaning against the stall, belly resting on the shelf as she idly rubs it through her dress and graciously accepts tips to help a "poor, starving young lady" with a playful wink at the many, many people willing to help see her get her much-deserved drinks

anon: at one point she goes a little overboard and she starts inviting people to help her get rid of some of the pressure.
anon: money for belly rubs.

azureangelic: she waits until its late enough to avoid the kids who tend to play in the market square and slides her dress up, the stall thankfully hiding her plump butt and lower half as she lets her belly sit on the wooden counter with a creak and a slosh and leans back, sipping the last of the milk she had been bought and blushing a bit from the looks her exposed, creamy paunch drew to her, though not nearly enough to keep her from accepting any and all offers of pocket change in return to help ease her swollen, milky tummy

anon: revenue for lon lon ranch has never been better.
anon: of course, link sees all this happening at one point and tries very hard not to waste his rupees on this.
anon: he's worked for those and who knows when he'll need some bombs again.

azureangelic: its hard though, walking through the market and catching the sight of the plump, busty redhead downing another jug of milk to the sound of applause from the crowd she's gathered, money already being offered to her to put away another as she licks her lips and gives a flighty grin at her patrons

anon: he lucks out when he visits lon lon ranch to bring epona back for food and water. during the visit, malon is recovering from a particularly hefty haul that day and link sees her making her way to the windmill.

azureangelic: without the stall in the way its obvious how much bigger she is after a day of drinking and selling, having to lean back slightly to accomodate her round, sloshing belly filled to the brim with delicious milk and causing her dress to ride up slightly, one hand idly rubbing the taut dome as she hummed happily to herself

anon: link, being as eloquent as ever, gesticulates his offer to help her with the pressure. it's the least he can do. he IS a hero after all. helping people is what he does.

azureangelic: she graciously accepts, though not without a teasing smile and an extra sway in her wide hips that she knows he can see as they make their way to the windmill for some privacy, her tummy sloshing all the while