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once again i am posting another self-indulgent sidon fanfiction that I wrote at 1am (which shouls be pretty obvious in the writing LOL) because i only either write an entire thing in one sitting or i dont at all :3
this isn't great but i do hope u guys enjoy!!
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One day, deep in the Zora Domain, Sidon, Prince of the Zora, woke up.
And he was hungry.
There really was no rhyme or reason for him to be so hungry. He ate fairly well, enough for him to maintain his muscular stature. He had been careful to never indulge himself into the delicacies that the Domain had to offer. Many of the common foodstuffs in the region were highly caloric with next to no nutritional value.
But, goddess, Sidon felt starved.
And so, as most people would, he decided to eat.
He weakly shuffled to the dining hall, stomach growling loudly the whole way. He talked with the chefs, sat at the banquet table, and waited.
Though it had only been a quick minute, the red zora’s hunger had increased, and he was becoming impatient. His stomach growled loudly, just as his meal had come out for Sidon.
Platters of seafood were laid out in front of Sidon. Dozens of whole, cooked fish, heaps of seafood fries, and piles of other fried, fatty foods were put on the table, solely for the prince to enjoy.
And enjoy himself he did. Voraciously devouring the varieties of foodstuffs in front of him, he certainly demonstrated his not-so-princely side. Swallowing fish whole, ripping hunks of meat from the bone, shoveling seafood into his already-full mouth, Sidon seemed determined to quench his hunger by any means necessary.
It wasn’t long before the consequences of devouring such a large amount of food began to appear on Sidon’s body. His stomach, which had always been toned and muscular, began to stick out a couple inches, visibly stuffed. His face, always pointed and angular, had seemed to round out by the edges, softening ever so slightly. His chest, once muscular and hard, began to lose its definition. Even his legs and rear had seemed to chub up, ever so slightly.
Sidon seemed oblivious to his body’s changes, however. He continued to keep eating, his stomach still rumbling from hunger every so often. He continued for what seemed like hours, stuffing and feeding himself, until he began to notice an increasing shortage of food set in front of him. What had been enough to feed well over a dozen people had now disappeared into the greedy zora’s gullet.
It was at this moment that Sidon became jarringly aware of his behavior. An embarrassed blush appeared on his face as he realized how improper he had been. How long had he been eating? How MUCH had he been eating? Sidon became increasingly self-conscious and mortified of how he had acted.
But then, his stomach growled. His hunger grew, deep in his belly, and he knew that it would take much, much more food to sate him.
Despite becoming increasingly aware of his behavior, Sidon was somehow still ignorant of his changing body. He had devoured enough produce to quite literally feed a hundred people, and his body was reacting as such.
His cream-colored stomach sagged over his waist, sticking out a fair amount, packed to the brim with the foods he had just inhaled. His sides had also thickened out, small, crimson rolls forming where his new fat couldn’t fit itself. His rear had softened up about the same amount as his stomach, jiggling ever so slightly as he moved. His face was chubbier, and the beginning of a double chin had appeared. He had packed on about 50 pounds in his binge session.
His stomach, letting him know how famished he was, growled again in displeasure. Sidon called to the zora chefs, again requesting more food. The chefs, already exhausted from the ordeal of the prince’s first demands, began working, again, to somehow sate Sidon’s newfound gluttony.
Waiting patiently (and hungrily) for his food, Sidon rubbed his gut in an attempt to soothe the returning hunger pangs. He was becoming more irritable the longer he was without a proper stuffing, and was becoming miffed at the longer wait. Luckily for him, his second course of food was brought out.
This meal seemed to dwarf its predecessor. There must have been twice the amount of food in the first meal present in this decadent feast. Sidon had no trouble believing that this amount of food could very easily feed the entire Domain’s population.
But it wasn’t going to the people of the Domain. It was going solely to him. And so, he ate. And he ate. And he ate.
As he continued devouring his banquet, his body must have kicked its digestion into overdrive. Food was converted to fat seemingly instantaneously. His stomach ballooned outward, fully covering his lap and spreading beyond the reaches of his legs. He developed full cheeks and a fully fleshed out, thick double chin. Rolls piled up on his sides, and his lovehandles became much thicker and juicier. His pecs had disappeared and his chest had grown a respectable pair of moobs, dwarfing most any woman’s chest size. His ass grew as well, arguably to be his biggest asset, competing with his gut. Each thigh grew to be the width of a normal zora’s waist, and his ass grew to weigh more than the average zora. As he ate and ate, he gained and gained. It got to the point, however, that his chair, fighting a losing battle against the ever growing weight seated upon it, gave up, and broke. With a loud BOOM, Sidon fell to the floor, seemingly shaking the room as all his flab crashed down, splintering the chair beneath his weight.
At this moment, Sidon became fully aware of his decadence and his weight gain. He blushed at first, but did not blanch; he groped his rolls, his moobs, he played with his gut, even ran a hand on his rear padding, and he decided he liked it. Oh, he decided he liked it quite a bit.
And so, with newfound vigor and now two reasons to keep feasting (being to gain weight and to satiate his hunger), Sidon ate. And ate. And ate. He stuffed his face full of food and brought more to his mouth before he could even swallow. He needed more, he desired more, and he was going to get it.
“Mmmph, more! Mo-mmmmf,” Sidon yelled between mouthfuls. Sat on the ground, his fat spread out, reaching to cover as much surface area as it could. His legs, dwarfing grown zora’s in width, had been swaddled with so much fat that his feet had risen off the ground. His ass, larger than the average zora by itself now, would have needed four chairs just to be seated. His stomach, so large and caked with lard, spilled between his stretched legs and yet still sloped over the sides of his thighs, seeking ever to expand. His chest had morphed into two huge bags of paunch seated atop his gargantuan belly. He had developed a triple chin now, and was well on his way to a fourth. His cheeks had been so overfed that his face seemed almost squished between them. His rolls seemed infinitesimal, piling on his sides. Sidon was in heaven, groping what he could reach of his mass when he wasn’t shoveling food into his maw.
All good things must come to an end, however, as unfortunate as it may be. Sidon polished off a whole salmon meunière in one gulp, belched loudly and contentedly, and reached for more, only for nothing to be left on the table.
At this point, Sidon was completely and utterly immobile. His legs were swaddled in lard and he weighed more than Dorephan himself. This did not deter his stomach from continuing to growl displeasurably. Sidon called the chefs for yet another course to be served to him.
A few minutes passed in silence, Sidon distracting himself from his hunger pangs by gripping his rolls and jiggling them, groping his moobs, and squeezing the parts of his gut that he could reach. After a while, a zora servant nervously came into the hall to break the bad news.
“Your Highness, I’m deeply sorry, but there happens to be no food left for the chefs to cook….”
Sidon flinched, his stomach rumbling louder. “What? How could that be? I’m starved!”
“But, your highness, there’s no food left at all!”
Sidon pouted, like a spoiled child. And then an idea popped into his head. A horribly selfish and utterly decadent idea, but an idea nonetheless.
“You’re sure there’s not an ounce of food left in the domain?” Sidon questioned, fat quivering in excitement.
“Y-Yes, your highness,” the servant answered nervously.
Sidon grinned wickedly. “That’s where you’re wrong, friend!”
In one surprisingly fast motion, Sidon brought his flabby arms upon the zora, grabbing him, and stuffed him into his mouth. Swallowing profusely, Sidon gulped him down, relishing the sensation of such a large meal down his throat.
Sidon burped in contentment. “Ultimately, I am royalty, and I shall not be denied what I deserve,” he said, grinning and slapping his gut.
And so, he changed his goal from ‘Eat as much food as possible’ to simply ‘Eat as much as possible.’ He wasted no time in slurping up the rest of the chefs and servants nearby, and even devoured some of the cooking equipment in the kitchen, among other things that would be deemed inedible. He prioritized filling his gut in general over filling his gut with delicious things. Ultimately, he decided the sheer amounts should be more rewarding than taste. He had grown monstrously huge at this point. His gut alone would dwarf entire rooms in the palace, growing larger than Dorephan. Crimson and cream flab filled what was once the huge dining hall. His ass was in a similar, but larger, situation, somehow being even larger than his gargantuan gut. His moobs would each have dwarfed Sidon’s own once small physique, each moob being the size of a boulder directly from Death Mountain. His limbs were borderline unrecognizable at this point, caked in so much fat-filled lard that they would likely never find use again. His face was surrounded by a sea of chins, his cheeks and even his tail fattening up along with the rest of him.
In no time flat, Sidon had devoured the space that was once the Dining hall, adding full tons to his physique. He voraciously ate his way through the rest of the palace, slurping up those who he found within. Before long, his mass was sitting in what was once the Zora Palace, all devoured by him.
Sidon wasted no time mowing through the rest of the Domain. Any individual unlucky enough to get in the way of his never ending feast would ultimately join it. He greedily devoured landmasses, drinking his way through entire lakes. He devoured all of Necluda, entire civilizations meeting their end inside his maw. He ate Lanayru, slowly suckling his way around Mount Lanayru before joining it with the rest of the land inside his gut. He slurped Naydra up like the powerless noodle it was compared to his mass.
Throughout his destruction, Sidon grinned. He was in ultimate bliss, in a never-ending feast that only he could enjoy. So what if it brought about the destruction of others? He deserved it! He was royalty, so he gets what he wants! Who cares about others when he himself could glut and gain to his desire?
Sidon’s form had massively expanded. His moobs were the size of what the Domain itself once was. His chins, numerous as they were, spread seemingly endlessly around his fat face and greedy maw. His gut dwarfed entire landmasses, dwarfing even the dueling peaks. His ass was larger, completely covering the entire region of Akkala. Sidon was near continental, and he was loving every bit of it.
Sidon continued to feast. He devoured the land of Faron, stopping by the ocean for a quick drink (which ended up completely draining the shores of the now-destroyed land). He moved on to the bridge area, snapping up the huge monument and devouring both Lake Hylia and the mountains around it. He moved to the Gerudo Desert, plowing through the sand. He devoured the Desert, and quickly moved onto the Gerudo Canyon, eager to continue his feast.
Sidon easily covered half of Hyrule with his flab. Crimson and cream-colored fat dwarfed every landmass, every civilization, in the nation, leaving only Sidon and food for his gullet.
He ate through Tabantha, enjoying the minty taste of Rito Mountain, and continued through to Hebra, clearing the entire region out in no time flat. He moved on to Northern Hyrule, eating the leafage of the Woodland area, and devoured Death Mountain, lava, rock, and all.
Finally, he ate Center Hyrule. Hyrule Castle disappeared into his stomach, as did everything else. His mass now fully covered the entire continent of Hyrule. His ass was large enough that it was reaching the stratosphere from where he was sat. His gut, crammed full of the continent, stretched for miles upon miles, crimson and white flab blanketing all in sight. His face was surrounded by a veritable sea of chins. His cheeks were so fat that they themselves were the size of the Domain. His limbs had disappeared into his flab, no longer needed. He sighed in pure bliss. Giving himself a moment to relax, despite his stomach’s cry for more and more food, he monologued.
“All in all, it was a good little continent. A bit on the small side -- especially compared to my mass -- but filling enough. And delicious! It seemed that it had meandered those hundreds of thousands of years assuming a glutton as great as I wouldn’t come along, ha! But I wouldn’t expect much else from the prince of the Zora himself!” Sidon’s stomach growled loudly, causing tremors on what remained of the surface beneath it.
“Alright, alright, I hear you. And I agree! Why waste my time here when I could be eating more, growing more?”
And so, Sidon ate. He devoured the rest of the planet’s landmass, and drank the oceans, adding millions of tons to his weight. He slurped up the last piece of the planet, very pleased with the turnout of his feasting.
He grinned, “Well, I suppose I can take a *BURP* break before eating a few more snacks. That was quite pleasant, I must admit. I cannot wa- *BWUUOARP*-it to see what the rest of the universe has in store for me!”
He belched contentedly. “Certainly a meal fit *BUOARP* for royalty, I’d say!”
this isn't great but i do hope u guys enjoy!!
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One day, deep in the Zora Domain, Sidon, Prince of the Zora, woke up.
And he was hungry.
There really was no rhyme or reason for him to be so hungry. He ate fairly well, enough for him to maintain his muscular stature. He had been careful to never indulge himself into the delicacies that the Domain had to offer. Many of the common foodstuffs in the region were highly caloric with next to no nutritional value.
But, goddess, Sidon felt starved.
And so, as most people would, he decided to eat.
He weakly shuffled to the dining hall, stomach growling loudly the whole way. He talked with the chefs, sat at the banquet table, and waited.
Though it had only been a quick minute, the red zora’s hunger had increased, and he was becoming impatient. His stomach growled loudly, just as his meal had come out for Sidon.
Platters of seafood were laid out in front of Sidon. Dozens of whole, cooked fish, heaps of seafood fries, and piles of other fried, fatty foods were put on the table, solely for the prince to enjoy.
And enjoy himself he did. Voraciously devouring the varieties of foodstuffs in front of him, he certainly demonstrated his not-so-princely side. Swallowing fish whole, ripping hunks of meat from the bone, shoveling seafood into his already-full mouth, Sidon seemed determined to quench his hunger by any means necessary.
It wasn’t long before the consequences of devouring such a large amount of food began to appear on Sidon’s body. His stomach, which had always been toned and muscular, began to stick out a couple inches, visibly stuffed. His face, always pointed and angular, had seemed to round out by the edges, softening ever so slightly. His chest, once muscular and hard, began to lose its definition. Even his legs and rear had seemed to chub up, ever so slightly.
Sidon seemed oblivious to his body’s changes, however. He continued to keep eating, his stomach still rumbling from hunger every so often. He continued for what seemed like hours, stuffing and feeding himself, until he began to notice an increasing shortage of food set in front of him. What had been enough to feed well over a dozen people had now disappeared into the greedy zora’s gullet.
It was at this moment that Sidon became jarringly aware of his behavior. An embarrassed blush appeared on his face as he realized how improper he had been. How long had he been eating? How MUCH had he been eating? Sidon became increasingly self-conscious and mortified of how he had acted.
But then, his stomach growled. His hunger grew, deep in his belly, and he knew that it would take much, much more food to sate him.
Despite becoming increasingly aware of his behavior, Sidon was somehow still ignorant of his changing body. He had devoured enough produce to quite literally feed a hundred people, and his body was reacting as such.
His cream-colored stomach sagged over his waist, sticking out a fair amount, packed to the brim with the foods he had just inhaled. His sides had also thickened out, small, crimson rolls forming where his new fat couldn’t fit itself. His rear had softened up about the same amount as his stomach, jiggling ever so slightly as he moved. His face was chubbier, and the beginning of a double chin had appeared. He had packed on about 50 pounds in his binge session.
His stomach, letting him know how famished he was, growled again in displeasure. Sidon called to the zora chefs, again requesting more food. The chefs, already exhausted from the ordeal of the prince’s first demands, began working, again, to somehow sate Sidon’s newfound gluttony.
Waiting patiently (and hungrily) for his food, Sidon rubbed his gut in an attempt to soothe the returning hunger pangs. He was becoming more irritable the longer he was without a proper stuffing, and was becoming miffed at the longer wait. Luckily for him, his second course of food was brought out.
This meal seemed to dwarf its predecessor. There must have been twice the amount of food in the first meal present in this decadent feast. Sidon had no trouble believing that this amount of food could very easily feed the entire Domain’s population.
But it wasn’t going to the people of the Domain. It was going solely to him. And so, he ate. And he ate. And he ate.
As he continued devouring his banquet, his body must have kicked its digestion into overdrive. Food was converted to fat seemingly instantaneously. His stomach ballooned outward, fully covering his lap and spreading beyond the reaches of his legs. He developed full cheeks and a fully fleshed out, thick double chin. Rolls piled up on his sides, and his lovehandles became much thicker and juicier. His pecs had disappeared and his chest had grown a respectable pair of moobs, dwarfing most any woman’s chest size. His ass grew as well, arguably to be his biggest asset, competing with his gut. Each thigh grew to be the width of a normal zora’s waist, and his ass grew to weigh more than the average zora. As he ate and ate, he gained and gained. It got to the point, however, that his chair, fighting a losing battle against the ever growing weight seated upon it, gave up, and broke. With a loud BOOM, Sidon fell to the floor, seemingly shaking the room as all his flab crashed down, splintering the chair beneath his weight.
At this moment, Sidon became fully aware of his decadence and his weight gain. He blushed at first, but did not blanch; he groped his rolls, his moobs, he played with his gut, even ran a hand on his rear padding, and he decided he liked it. Oh, he decided he liked it quite a bit.
And so, with newfound vigor and now two reasons to keep feasting (being to gain weight and to satiate his hunger), Sidon ate. And ate. And ate. He stuffed his face full of food and brought more to his mouth before he could even swallow. He needed more, he desired more, and he was going to get it.
“Mmmph, more! Mo-mmmmf,” Sidon yelled between mouthfuls. Sat on the ground, his fat spread out, reaching to cover as much surface area as it could. His legs, dwarfing grown zora’s in width, had been swaddled with so much fat that his feet had risen off the ground. His ass, larger than the average zora by itself now, would have needed four chairs just to be seated. His stomach, so large and caked with lard, spilled between his stretched legs and yet still sloped over the sides of his thighs, seeking ever to expand. His chest had morphed into two huge bags of paunch seated atop his gargantuan belly. He had developed a triple chin now, and was well on his way to a fourth. His cheeks had been so overfed that his face seemed almost squished between them. His rolls seemed infinitesimal, piling on his sides. Sidon was in heaven, groping what he could reach of his mass when he wasn’t shoveling food into his maw.
All good things must come to an end, however, as unfortunate as it may be. Sidon polished off a whole salmon meunière in one gulp, belched loudly and contentedly, and reached for more, only for nothing to be left on the table.
At this point, Sidon was completely and utterly immobile. His legs were swaddled in lard and he weighed more than Dorephan himself. This did not deter his stomach from continuing to growl displeasurably. Sidon called the chefs for yet another course to be served to him.
A few minutes passed in silence, Sidon distracting himself from his hunger pangs by gripping his rolls and jiggling them, groping his moobs, and squeezing the parts of his gut that he could reach. After a while, a zora servant nervously came into the hall to break the bad news.
“Your Highness, I’m deeply sorry, but there happens to be no food left for the chefs to cook….”
Sidon flinched, his stomach rumbling louder. “What? How could that be? I’m starved!”
“But, your highness, there’s no food left at all!”
Sidon pouted, like a spoiled child. And then an idea popped into his head. A horribly selfish and utterly decadent idea, but an idea nonetheless.
“You’re sure there’s not an ounce of food left in the domain?” Sidon questioned, fat quivering in excitement.
“Y-Yes, your highness,” the servant answered nervously.
Sidon grinned wickedly. “That’s where you’re wrong, friend!”
In one surprisingly fast motion, Sidon brought his flabby arms upon the zora, grabbing him, and stuffed him into his mouth. Swallowing profusely, Sidon gulped him down, relishing the sensation of such a large meal down his throat.
Sidon burped in contentment. “Ultimately, I am royalty, and I shall not be denied what I deserve,” he said, grinning and slapping his gut.
And so, he changed his goal from ‘Eat as much food as possible’ to simply ‘Eat as much as possible.’ He wasted no time in slurping up the rest of the chefs and servants nearby, and even devoured some of the cooking equipment in the kitchen, among other things that would be deemed inedible. He prioritized filling his gut in general over filling his gut with delicious things. Ultimately, he decided the sheer amounts should be more rewarding than taste. He had grown monstrously huge at this point. His gut alone would dwarf entire rooms in the palace, growing larger than Dorephan. Crimson and cream flab filled what was once the huge dining hall. His ass was in a similar, but larger, situation, somehow being even larger than his gargantuan gut. His moobs would each have dwarfed Sidon’s own once small physique, each moob being the size of a boulder directly from Death Mountain. His limbs were borderline unrecognizable at this point, caked in so much fat-filled lard that they would likely never find use again. His face was surrounded by a sea of chins, his cheeks and even his tail fattening up along with the rest of him.
In no time flat, Sidon had devoured the space that was once the Dining hall, adding full tons to his physique. He voraciously ate his way through the rest of the palace, slurping up those who he found within. Before long, his mass was sitting in what was once the Zora Palace, all devoured by him.
Sidon wasted no time mowing through the rest of the Domain. Any individual unlucky enough to get in the way of his never ending feast would ultimately join it. He greedily devoured landmasses, drinking his way through entire lakes. He devoured all of Necluda, entire civilizations meeting their end inside his maw. He ate Lanayru, slowly suckling his way around Mount Lanayru before joining it with the rest of the land inside his gut. He slurped Naydra up like the powerless noodle it was compared to his mass.
Throughout his destruction, Sidon grinned. He was in ultimate bliss, in a never-ending feast that only he could enjoy. So what if it brought about the destruction of others? He deserved it! He was royalty, so he gets what he wants! Who cares about others when he himself could glut and gain to his desire?
Sidon’s form had massively expanded. His moobs were the size of what the Domain itself once was. His chins, numerous as they were, spread seemingly endlessly around his fat face and greedy maw. His gut dwarfed entire landmasses, dwarfing even the dueling peaks. His ass was larger, completely covering the entire region of Akkala. Sidon was near continental, and he was loving every bit of it.
Sidon continued to feast. He devoured the land of Faron, stopping by the ocean for a quick drink (which ended up completely draining the shores of the now-destroyed land). He moved on to the bridge area, snapping up the huge monument and devouring both Lake Hylia and the mountains around it. He moved to the Gerudo Desert, plowing through the sand. He devoured the Desert, and quickly moved onto the Gerudo Canyon, eager to continue his feast.
Sidon easily covered half of Hyrule with his flab. Crimson and cream-colored fat dwarfed every landmass, every civilization, in the nation, leaving only Sidon and food for his gullet.
He ate through Tabantha, enjoying the minty taste of Rito Mountain, and continued through to Hebra, clearing the entire region out in no time flat. He moved on to Northern Hyrule, eating the leafage of the Woodland area, and devoured Death Mountain, lava, rock, and all.
Finally, he ate Center Hyrule. Hyrule Castle disappeared into his stomach, as did everything else. His mass now fully covered the entire continent of Hyrule. His ass was large enough that it was reaching the stratosphere from where he was sat. His gut, crammed full of the continent, stretched for miles upon miles, crimson and white flab blanketing all in sight. His face was surrounded by a veritable sea of chins. His cheeks were so fat that they themselves were the size of the Domain. His limbs had disappeared into his flab, no longer needed. He sighed in pure bliss. Giving himself a moment to relax, despite his stomach’s cry for more and more food, he monologued.
“All in all, it was a good little continent. A bit on the small side -- especially compared to my mass -- but filling enough. And delicious! It seemed that it had meandered those hundreds of thousands of years assuming a glutton as great as I wouldn’t come along, ha! But I wouldn’t expect much else from the prince of the Zora himself!” Sidon’s stomach growled loudly, causing tremors on what remained of the surface beneath it.
“Alright, alright, I hear you. And I agree! Why waste my time here when I could be eating more, growing more?”
And so, Sidon ate. He devoured the rest of the planet’s landmass, and drank the oceans, adding millions of tons to his weight. He slurped up the last piece of the planet, very pleased with the turnout of his feasting.
He grinned, “Well, I suppose I can take a *BURP* break before eating a few more snacks. That was quite pleasant, I must admit. I cannot wa- *BWUUOARP*-it to see what the rest of the universe has in store for me!”
He belched contentedly. “Certainly a meal fit *BUOARP* for royalty, I’d say!”
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