Your journey in this new giant world had now come full circle. You first awoke into this mysterious land underneath the royal rump of Princess Zelda, and now you found yourself serving as her cushion yet again. Thankfully the obvious concern of being mashed into paste by the petite princess’s body weight wasn’t a problem. You had managed to survive her posterior press when you first arrived, so you had no trouble doing it now at your new and improved height.
In all honesty, it was actually kind of enjoyable. Zelda’s booty was big, soft, and heady with the warmth of her body heat and scent of her perfume. Being sat on by her was like being gently squished by a big living pillow, those leggings of Zelda’s basically painted on with how little they protected you from the warm, spongiose flesh of her bottom. Her cheeks were the perfect blend of plump and toned, soft fat contouring perfectly around your form like a full body massage with enough definition to really give you that deep pressure feeling.
In all honesty, you were tempted to curl up here and take a nap.
However, while you were enjoying being used as a seat by Zelda (after all, what guy didn’t fantasize about a pretty girl sitting on them at one point or another?) the princess herself seemed to be reaching something akin to hysterics. It wasn’t her fault, you had misplaced your shrunken self acting like a little moron and now she was concerned about your safety, worried she had lost you forever.
That thought made you feel guilty. Zelda had already done so much for you (her teasing and playfulness at your expense notwithstanding) you didn’t want her to cry just from a simple misunderstanding! You had to get her attention!
Immediately you began squirming and wriggling for all you were worth, which wasn’t much honestly considering your current stature, and under Zelda’s bum your struggles were worth even less. The Hylian princess barely reacted to your ineffectual attempts, merely shifting her hips to get more comfortable, further chewing you up between her cheeks.
You had been so completely devoured by the giantess’s jelly booty that there was barely room for you to move at all, any attempts at communication lost in the vast plains of thiccness. Zelda could probably crush ten of you under her meaty royal cushion before she noticed your presence. The thought was simultaneously titillating and terrifying. You were running out of options here. You could only think of one way out of this, but it was the way of a fool.
Aw well, desperate times, desperate measures…
You promptly opened your mouth and took a big bite of the seat of Princess Zelda’s leggings, getting your first sample of Hylian meat. The taste of the fabric could have been better honestly, saturated with Zelda’s essence and sweat, and your tiny teeth didn’t even come close to breaking through the woven fibres.
Nevertheless, it had the desired reaction.
“EEP!” Zelda sprang to her feet, something so large moving so fast and yet somehow letting out such a delicate, feminine squeak left you dizzy from whiplash. All at once the pressure and darkness was gone. The sunlight spilling through the windows flooded your vision, momentarily blinding you. You sat up and rubbed the stars out of your eyes only to find your restored vision filled with Zelda’s trepidatious expression.
“Oh my goodness, Y/N! Are you alright? You’re uninjured?” The Hylian princess had her fingers pressed to her lips, large blue eyes shimmering with concern. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you under there! How could I be so careless?”
“Relax Zelda, it’s fine.” You told her, far less worked up than the giantess. “I’m totally okay. You sat on me when we first met, remember?”
“Yes, but back then I was sure to carefully distribute my weight and not apply too much pressure because I wanted to avoid squashing you! I didn’t know you were there, I could have crushed you!”
“Well then I guess it’s a good thing you gave me that potion a while ago, because I didn’t even come close to getting crushed.” You blushed, scratching the back of your head. “In all honesty it wasn't even really bad. I…I actually might want to do it again sometime…”
Zelda let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand to her chest. “Okay, okay good. That’s good.” Then the full scope of your words hit the giantess and her brow furrowed. “Wait a moment. You WANT me to sit on you again? Why?” Zelda’s eyes narrowed as a skeptical pout formed on her lips. “For that matter, what were you doing on my seat to begin with?”
Now that she had confirmed your wellbeing. the princess’s suspicions were allowed to rise to the surface and you shifted uncomfortably beneath her scrutinizing gaze. All of a sudden you felt less safe now than you did under Zelda’s rump. Oh boy, how to phrase this so it didn’t make you sound like some kind of pervert…
“Well-well you see your highness, I was taking a stroll along the table you set me on, getting some exercise and all that. And-and-and I wasn’t looking where I was going and I fell onto the seat!”
“Mmmhmm.” Zelda’s stony expression didn’t flinch. A likely story. She couldn’t prove you were lying, but she couldn’t disprove it either. “So then, how did that lead to you biting my rear end? I’m very interested to hear why you thought that was an appropriate course of action.”
“I could tell you were worried about me, and I wanted to let you know where I was. I tried moving around but you didn’t feel it, so I honestly didn’t have many other options.”
“I…see.” Zelda was the one blushing now. How could she have been sitting on a shrunken boy this whole time (twice in a row no less!) and not feel it? Her butt wasn’t…THAT big, was it? “So then, that leads to my final question: why in Hylia’s name would you want to go under there again?”
“Um, you see princess, it’s…it’s because well, um…because, um…well, you know!”
Zelda only arched a brow at your frantic stammering, indicating she did not in fact ‘know’.
“Well Zelda, it’s just that-just that…you have a really nice bottom, you know that, right? I can’t possibly be the first person to tell you that. I mean, you have some seriously amazing genes, plus you must exercise a lot. I mean, that thing’s practically perfect! A work of art! It’s an honor to be able to touch it, honestly.” The entire mortifying confession came tumbling out of your mouth once the first sentence had been uttered before you could even try to stop it.
Zelda’s face grew steadily redder with each word you spoke, her hands instinctively moving to cover her royal peach. Of course you weren’t the first to comment on the curvature of her rump. Urbosa used to tease her about it constantly over a century ago, and Purah had made more than a few comments in her usual tactless manner…and Zelda would be lying if she said she hadn’t caught Link staring at it more than once on their ventures across Hyrule, or that her knowledge of the sensation made her heart flutter.
Zelda cleared her throat, working hard to keep her expression neutral. “Be that as it may…”
How does the princess react?
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