Zelda continued to play with her belly fat for several minutes, audibly moaning as she gently jiggled and caressed it and began to rub her thighs together. Slowly, she moved on of her hands, still fondling her stomach with the other one, down her hip and along the length of her thigh, twisting her wrist under her skirt, and reached for--
"Hey, Zelda! How've you been?"
Zelda flinched and moved her hands to her side as quickly as possible as her friend from the academy, Karane, turned the corner and greeted her. She let herself relax a bit when it became apparent that Karane hadn't seen anything untoward, but still sat uncomfortably, still wanting to finish her "business" that had just been interrupted.
"Oh, y-y'know, just fine..." Zelda stammered back, hoping beyond hope that Karane would just keep walking on past. But she had no such luck.
"That's great! I've just been worried about you, since I hadn't seen you in a while. I know the whole 'reincarnated Goddess' thing must put a lot of pressure on you, so I'm glad to see you're not too stressed from all your new duties!"
"Um, yeah, duties..." There were a lot of assumptions and rumors around Skyloft that since Zelda was the mortal incarnation of Hylia, that she controlled a lot of aspects of daily life, such as the weather or economy. In reality, she had no such power, but people were still insistent on believing it anyway, even people close to her sometimes exaggerated how much influence she really had. "Speaking of duties, I actually need to be somewhere. I had a... private... thing.... tonight and I want to get ready."
"Oh, okay! Well, would you mind if I... helped..." Karane didn't even get halfway through her sentence before Zelda was around the corner and through the doors of the academy building.
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"Oh, yes! That's it! Oooooooh...." Zelda whispered to herself as she climaxed, finishing what she had started earlier. She had retreated to her room, locked the door, and now laid nude on the bed, fingers at her crotch. After catching her breath, the young woman stood up and looked in a mirror to admire her figure. The slight pouch of fat was still on her stomach, and she supposed her thighs, arms, breasts, and face were all just a little bit softer as well, but it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but herself. Looking at her reflection, at her jiggling stomach and faintly rounder features, she almost felt... aroused. She needed this. She needed to be bigger. She needed to be soft all over until she was satisfied. But how?
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