Bim-Ball: Zelda (Smash Bimbofication)

And here's story two! 

This one I wrote up myself, because I'm definitely enjoying the series (hey, if there's anyone else you'd like to encounter a bim-ball, let me know in the comments! No promises I'll do it, but it'll be useful to know what people are interested in).

And of course I had to do Twilight Princess Zelda. How could I not?

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In a tournament as large and wide reaching as the Smash tournament, where competitors could come from any end of the multi-verse that they pleased, it wasn’t unusual to meet people with the same name once in a while. In fact, if you attended for long enough, it was an absolute certainty. ‘Long enough’, in this case, meaning ‘long enough to meet a couple of Zeldas or Links’. It could be a little confusing at first, sure, but eventually you got the hang of it.

The Zeldas, for example, were hard to mistake for one another once you took a close look. Hair colours, heights, statures, and ways of dressing all varied. The one dressed like a pirate was Tetra, and you really needed to watch your wallet around her. The one in blue robes was Zelda from the age of ruin, and she was a nice girl who needed a little help with her confidence issues. And the one with dark brown hair was the Zelda from the Twilight Invasion, one of the more stoic members of the Hyrule brigade, though her heart was just as big as the others in her ‘clan’.

Generally, there was an agreement between them that only one Zelda would take to the field at any one time, if only so that the audience didn’t get confused between them in the middle of the fight. There were some exceptions if their appearances were particularly distinct – ‘Toon’ Zelda, for instance, would hardly be mistaken for one of her elders. And then there was Sheik… Well, actually, let’s not discuss Sheik. No need to make things even more complicated.

So suffice to say, no one was entirely sure which Zelda was out on the field with them today – an advantage that some of the smarter Zeldas (And given that all of them held the triforce of wisdom, that was a rather high mark to meet) were all too happy to press. After all, every Zelda had their own skills and strengths – several fighters had come to unfortunate bootings from the arena when they’d prepared for a magic wielder, only to get a ninja dagger to the throat or a cutlass in the back. When your opponents didn’t know what abilities they were going to be facing in the ring, forcing them to waste time and energy preparing for anything, it was to your advantage to keep it that way!

Thus, today’s Zelda – dark brown hair, so the princess from the twilight era – was keeping to herself. Between matters of melee and magic, she was considered to be one of the most balanced Zeldas, as capable of wielding a blade as she was a spell… And also one of the wisest, given to thinking in great depth before committing to a course of action. She my have been slow to act, but when she did it was with the weight of a mountain and the finality of the grave. So, in general, either the worst Zelda to fight, or the best, depending on how much of a challenge you enjoyed.

And currently, she was hiding out in Norfair. The dark caverns, filled with lava and mechanical hazards galore, seemed like the last place the magical princess would ever be at home in, and so it had been her first choice. Very few opponents would be expecting to find her here, and surprise was one of the greatest advantages one could have in this fight. Besides, she liked this place. Her experiences when merged with Midna, the princess of Twilight, had given her an appreciation for the dark, and she found the technology scattered throughout this strange land fascinating. No, she was quite happy making these depths her home – and punishing all foolish intruders who dared to step within it.

There was something amusing about her taking this place as her lair. Normally, these caves belonged to Ridely, one of Samus’s most troubling foes – a dragon who could, if Zelda understood the tales correctly, fly through space. Which made this a princess sneaking into a dragon’s lair on her own and kicking the dragon out… Heh. Well, she would kick his ass if he showed up here at least.

For now though, she was busy throwing invisible alarm wards up around the area, preparing for the inevitable arrival of other fighters. Unless they were very magically inclined, they wouldn’t notice her little snares, and she’d be alerted to their approach long before they suspected her presence. Zelda wasn’t too sure who she was expecting to arrive first. Ridley was certainly possible – as was Samus, since she was familiar with these caves too. Bowser was a maybe, he was quite fond of lava zones… So, most likely, she’d be dealing with a large, heavy opponent, which meant it’d be best if she brought out the big guns. Explosive runes, big attacks, quick dodges… Though what would be best would be if she could find a few good items and powerups, things that could give her an advantage in any fight. A laser blaster wouldn’t go amiss, or a flame sword…

Or… Hm. Well, speak of the devil – was that a smash orb she spied floating over there? Well that would be… Wait.

The princess’s eyes narrowed. No, actually. To answer her own question, that wasn’t a smash orb at all. She’d thought it was a fake for a moment, a cleverly disguised bomb that’d blow up in the face of anyone careless enough to ignore the obvious warning signs (which happened fairly frequently – you had precious little time to study the minutiae of an orb’s design while being pelted with light arrows or super missiles, after all), but… no, it wasn’t that either. A smash bomb at least copied the original’s design somewhat – this one was completely different. Pink, and with a big ‘B’ engraved in it instead of the Smash logo… No, this thing was new, whatever it was.

“Hmm.” She eyed the supposed powerup warily. “As if I’d be stupid enough to use an untested item in the middle of a live match…” Such an act could surely only lead to disaster. Zelda knew full well what every potential legal item in the current Smash tournament looked like, and that one was certainly not on the list.

So what was it then? Had someone snuck into her lair without her notice? An attack of some sort? But it didn’t look like any she was familiar with… Hm. What was she going to do about this?

It didn’t really matter what it was, her path of action was clear – she needed to get rid of it. Whether it was a boon she didn’t want or an attack she didn’t need, the best result for her was that it simply went away. So, in that case, her best option was a simple wind spell.

“Farore’s Wind,” she whispered, summoning up a powerful breeze and casting it forward. There – the gentlest nudge she could call forth. Whatever that B-ball was, it would be softly guided away from her, and-

Pop!

The breeze brushed against the orb, and it popped, a shower of pink energy bursting into the air around it.

Zelda blinked. “What?” It had been that fragile? Strange. But… alright. She hadn’t intended to destroy it, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain now that it was gone. The threat was removed, at least. Now she could return to her task.

Suspicious, the princess began to turn away – only to spin back, her hands raised, magic dancing on her fingers a moment later as the pink energy suddenly gathered itself and surged towards her. “Nayru’s love!”

A magical shield slammed into place, surrounding her in a crystal embrace, just a moment before the pink blast could reach her. Wide eyed, she watched it crash into her barrier, feeling her magical power ripple as it worked to resist the mysterious energy, before the attack was repelled. Phew – that had been too close! If she hadn’t been keeping an eye out for a surprise attack like that…

But the attack wasn’t over. Despite Zelda’s expectation, the energy didn’t dissipate against her shield. Instead it just fell back and regathered itself, hovering in the air before her. She frowned, keeping her hands raised, her shield up. If it was trying to keep up the assault, it wouldn’t succeed – she could keep this power up all day.

That didn’t seem to be the plan though. Instead of closing back in, the power remained floating in the air, bobbing up and down in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched it carefully, trying to ready herself for anything. She could sense that this wasn’t over, but she’d be ready for its next move, whatever that move may be.

Or so she thought, at least. But when that energy began to swirl together into a bright pink spiral, she couldn’t say she was prepared for it. Her glare turned into a confused squint, a raised eyebrow really the only response she could give. She couldn’t detect any rising level of power or anything that would indicate that it was doing… well, much of anything, aside from spinning. So what was going on?

It wasn’t right. Zelda pursed her lips in annoyance, gazing at the swirling, pink, pretty energy as it spun. It had to be doing something else, something she wasn’t seeing. She had to pay close attention to it, work out what that strange spiny silly swirl was doing, and why it was making her feel so funny. There was just something about the way it moved that was just so captivating… She felt like she couldn’t look away…

The princess found her eyes fluttering, blinking rapidly as her concentration spun away from her. She shook herself, taking a deep breath, and focused harder on the spiral. She didn’t dare take her eyes off it, no matter how much it swirled, and no matter how dizzy she was starting to feel watching the pretty pink patterns dance through the air. As long as she… uh… As long as she focused on the spiral… and let everything else fall away… Let herself stare… and relax… and sink… Into the swirling… pink…

No!

The idea that she was dealing with a hypnotic attack bubbled up from within her brain at the last moment, and in a jolt of sudden panic she averted her gaze, saving herself from falling into a trance! But it was too late to stop her focus from slipping, and her spell from shattering. Even as she tried to turn her head, her hands were dropping to her sides, and her shield was falling…

And that was the only chance the pink energy needed. Like a lion leaping on wounded prey it struck, smashing through the feeble remains of Zelda’s magical protections and clouding around the stunned woman’s head for a moment, before flowing in through her most vulnerable areas – her pointed ears.

Instantly, Zelda’s surprised gasp was cut off, and she jerked to a stiff halt as pure pink bimbo energy danced around the inside of her skull, her expression twisting into a stunned uncertainty, her eyes rolling upwards, her jaw going slack. Control of her body was wrestled away in an instant and in a surge of pleasure, pink sparks blasting through her brain. Before she could even think to react she lost the ability to think period – all those pesky big smart thoughts being shoved out of her head. But not to worry – the pink energy wasn’t just abandoning them to the cold. No, all those nice, fat, complicated thoughts were quickly spirited away, down into her rather meagre chest, where they became a different sort of fat altogether. Soon her bust was starting to swell nicely, her purple top starting to show the curved outline of her breasts, along with stiff little bumps for her nipples, as they grew larger than the figure that the fabric was designed for.

With her hair already starting to turn blonde, and the legendary princess starting to drool on her expanding tits, it looked like the fight was over before it began. But Zelda had one trick up her frilled sleeve – and fortunately, it didn’t require her to consciously activate it. Yes, because while it was true that she was smart, Zelda didn’t just have her own brain to rely on – she also possessed the triforce of wisdom, the very spirit of intelligence itself. An artifact of incredible power which had been passed down through the royal line since times immemorial. And right as all seemed lost, the sigil of this power lit up on the back of her hand.

At once a golden energy surged up through her spine and into her head, fighting back against the pink. In a sudden rush of clarity, Zelda’s ability to think returned to her – though the thoughts that had been stolen away remained safely nestled within her expanded bust. She blinked with confusion, her eyes swirling with pink and gold spirals as the two powers fought over her mind…

And then gasped again, her hips thrusting as one side of the struggle or the other hit a very pleasing button amidst the melting mess of neurons that was her brain, and she found herself driven to climax in an explosion of pleasure – pleasure which seemed to make the pink energy flow even thicker. All of a sudden her breasts were plumping up another size, her purple tunic starting to strain as another section of her mind was washed down below, detailed strategies and intricate knowledge becoming nothing more than happy horny boob fat. She shook with delight, her hands reaching up to explore her changing body with confused curiosity, only to gasp again as the lightest touch set her sensitive nerves alight with pleasure – and then a third time as that button was slammed again, and her panties were resoaked in her juices.

But even as her mind melted, the triforce diligently rebuilt it, wise gold fighting the bimbo pink back at every turn. It was a confusing experience for the princess, who would go through a cycle of her head clearing for just long enough for her to realise what was happening – and then she’d suddenly cum her brains out, squirting them out into her chest or between her thighs. Her panties were well and truly soaked by now, and her tunic was ripping straight down the middle as her chest grew beyond any capacity to be contained. And before too long the whole loop would start again…

The battle couldn’t continue forever, though. Sooner or later, a victor would have to be declared. Soon enough, her tits had drunk in so much mind that they simply couldn’t contain anymore, both breasts standing at triple the size of her head. The pink energy stalled for a moment, unable to fit more brain fat down below, and in that instant the gold energy struck, trying with all its might to disrupt the process and expel the bimbo power once and for all. There was a mighty struggle behind Zelda’s swirling eyes, and the pleasure drunk princess soon found herself clutching the sides of her head as the pressure inside her skull began to build. Wisdom against bimbo, airhead against intellect. It was becoming too much for one mind to bear, even one as mighty/melted as hers!

In the center of it all, though, she could sense it – the heart of this fight, where she and she alone could determine the outcome. Both forces were equally matched in her head, and whichever she supported would win out. It was difficult, unimaginably complicated, but she was a Zelda, and a smart one at that. Gathering all of her willpower, she reached out, feeling, knowing what both sides of the conflict offered her.

Wisdom, in all of its golden glory, offered her a return to her normal self, wise and witty as ever, rid of this humiliating energy and ready to determine who had dared do this to her. A restoration to her proper status as a sensible and intelligent ruler, for her people and for herself. And the pink…

The pink just hit the orgasm button again.

A shudder ran through the princess’s body, but she just smiled softly, her eyes closing as she relaxed. Gold energy began to surge. Did this curse really think she would be so easily swayed? She was well used to this much pleasure now. It would take far more to-

The pink jumped on the button again.

- To –

And again.

- T-t-to –

And it just kept jumping.

- T-t-t-t-toooOOHHHHHH!!!

Zelda’s eyes shot open, swirling thickly with pink spirals, not a trace of gold to be seen as her serene smile widened into a stupid grin and her brains squirted out of her cunt over and over and…

It was just too much – the wise princess couldn’t hope to stand against such a flood, and so she was swept from her mental feet, everything left inside her skull blasted with wave after wave after wave of pink pleasure energy, until at long last her hands fell limp from the sides of her head, drool starting to pour out of her stupidly smiling lips.

And then, with a quiet hissing sound, a thick cloud of pink mist began to pour from her pointed ears, dissipating into the Norfair air. The remains of what little of her brains were left, once her tits had had their fill, along with what few sparks of golden energy were left inside her, sprayed out, never to return. On the back of her hand, the mark of the triforce faded – and then turned pink as well.

The now completely blonde princess just stood there, a dumb look on her face, eyes permanently locked in pretty pink spirals, her heavy breasts weighing her down, arms limp at her sides, until the very last whisp of thought had slipped forever out of her ears, and vanished. Pink lightning crackled around her, zapping her torn up and soaked clothes, twisting their form and function into something more suitable for the new airhead. Her top almost vanished completely, turning from a lengthy and well decorated tunic into a pair of purple pasties, clinging desperately to the princess’s nipples and strung together by golden chains. Her white skirt, similarly, seemed to vanish, becoming simple square of white fabric held loosely over her nethers by similar golden strings. A faint purple veil hung itself around her face – a garb she might have recognised as similar to that of the Gerudo of legend, if she’d still possessed the capacity to think that deeply, or to remember what the Gerudo were.

As it was, though, she could barely remember her name, and such details were, like, so totally boring anyway! She just giggled, her barely clothed breasts jiggling at the motion, and then reached up to suck the tip of her finger as she did something that might almost resemble thought. “I’m like, so totally horny~”

Satisfied with what counted, for her, as deep thought, the harem girl bimbo strutted away, on the hunt for something she could use to fill her hungry cunt – cock being her favourite, of course. She was pretty sure she’d seen some hunky boys around here somewhere… And like, she wasn’t gunna rest until they’d, y’know, fucked her brains out!

Not that that would be hard, of course, but Zelly was now a very easy girl indeed.

And as she bounced and giggled away on her new empty headed quest, somewhere else in the Smash tournament, a new pink orb was forming – one with a bit B engraved on the front, just waiting for the next fighter foolish enough to burst its bubble…