Hitting the Links (Princess Daisy TG Comm)

After all his trials, it was finally time.

Link looked ahead at the daunting entrance to the forest, his grip tightening on his sword and shield as he hesitantly walked towards it. According to legend, in the very depths of the Lost Woods lay the Master Sword, a blade that could slay any evil, perfect for freeing the Kingdom from the invading darkness.

Granted, nobody had laid eyes on the blade for centuries, and the possibility remained that it had been moved. The insides of the woods twisted and turned in circles, meaning anyone who had attempted to find the sword soon found themselves back where they started.

Link would be different though, not because of confidence, but because he had no choice but to be successful, the weight of Hyrule's fate on his shoulders as he entered the forest. He remained on guard as he swiped away the monsters that came his way, even finding one of those "bow wow" things they kept as pets in the nearby village.

After a while, and many wrong turns, the monsters began to subside, something which was a little strange considering how monster-infested the centre of the woods was said to be. Maybe he was closer to the edge by mistake? A concerning thought considering how long he had already spent in there.

While he pondered his next course of action, Link began to notice something, a feeling that hadn't been there before now. A feeling of... lightness?

"Hyah!?" he cried, suddenly aware that with the exception of his sword, all of his gear and bags had vanished off his body!

Everything including his bombs, arrows and bags were gone, yet Link was certain there had been no chance for a monster to steal them. Had a Wizzrobe used magic to hide them? All he had was questions with no clear answers.

At the least he still had his trusty sword, his grip tightening on it as he did his best to remain calm. Despite his fear however he sighed, putting a hand on his hip and brushing some brown-tipped hair out of his eyes. "Aw man! Where the heck did all my stuff go!?"

He stomped his foot, before pausing when he processed the strange behaviour that had slipped out, even including something as drastic as him talking. He didn't give it much thought, brushing it off as stress as he continued his search, sealing his fate.

Not that Link was aware of how serious his decision truly was of course; he simply narrowed his eyes as he stumbled through the fog, keeping an ear out for any sign of monsters. Something felt wrong, and that simple fact was shaking his heroic confidence, the sword feeling so big in his tiny, dainty hands as he second guessed if he even knew how to use it.

"Pfffff, who cares if I do! I only started recently, and it's not like swishing and stabbing is hard! Besides i'm not scared! If anyone jumps on me I'll make them regret it!"

He didn't know why he was so talkative today, but Link already liked it, a smile forming on his lightly-freckled, androgynous face as the loss of his sword skills barely made a footnote in his distracted mind. What he did know was that parts of him felt good. Really good, a light groan slipping from his lips as his arms tingled, squeezed by an invisible force.

Link didn't know it, but they were being compressed, the broad shapes pressed down into lithe, slender forms, that despite their compact appearance lost very little of his old strength and muscle. The thought of them having no strength was laughable! He got up to plenty after all! Just because he was... the hero?

He paused, something about the last thought sounding like it was supposed to go in a different direction for a moment, before he simply shrugged and moved on. The pressure of his task was probably just getting to him, the thought of letting everyone down after he already made them wait so long being almost too much to bear.

His brain was sparking, buzzing with bliss with each strange thought, his shoulders CRUNCHING down as memories of a distant desert kingdom clouded over his past. At first he thought it was the Gerudo, but it was far too foreign for that, filled with creatures bizarre even by Hyrule standards. 

The mere presence of the memories dislodged knowledge of the village that had once felt so homely, the same feelings applied to this strange land that suddenly felt totally normal. Link sighed happily at the thoughts, the images of the kingdom so vivid in his mind, the hero drooling as he remembered the top-notch cooking of the castle's chefs, the intense training he did there (that involved swords... right?), and especially the palace garden, complete with the alluring smell of all its flowers...

As he became lost in his own memories, the pleasant feelings in his brain spread to his face, the rest of his blonde strands instantly assimilated into the brown mop of perfectly soft locks. His cheekbones arched and cracked inwards, his lips swelling into soft, plump pillows, his glazed eyes framed by extending eyelashes as baby blue bled into his pupils.

His ears wobbled for a moment, something inside him briefly refusing what the universe had decided was to be his fate. It was an attempt that was immediately silenced as, with a flash of light, two flower earrings appeared, the hero screaming in bliss as their appearance caused his pointed ears to collapse.

He came slightly, shuddering in bliss as he unknowingly lost his Hylian heritage, something sliding down his throat as he leant back against a tree to catch his breath. As he recovered from the orgasmic afterglow, the pleasant, almost melodic sounds of his new earrings broke him from his memories, Link shaking his head with a groan.

"Ugh, I get it brain! It would be more fun at home! But I'm the only one that can find this thing! If I fail... who knows what will happen to Hyrule!" he grumbled to himself in a high-pitched, womanly voice. 

"No no no, gotta think positive, gotta think positive! Alright~! Let'ssssssss DO THIS!!!!" He beamed, Link surprised at how much better it felt to set aside from his stoicness for a change and shout out some infectious joy; he should do it more often!

Before setting off however, there was the issue of his pants, the cumstained fabric certainly not something that was smart to walk around in as he kicked them off, sighing happily as the air brushed against his perfectly smooth legs. He didn't know it, but even the act of taking his pants off had caused a change, his legs having instantly gone through the same process as his arms, becoming compact and slim.

He shivered, the bottom of his tunic almost feeling like a skirt as his cock tented his boxers, an instinctive shimmy breaking out as he wriggled, the movements causing their own changes as his hips were sent bursting outwards with a brutal CRUNCH.

Link moaned in delight, his whole body buzzing as more freckles popped into existence on his feminine features, his new wide hips marking the unmistakable beginning of an hourglass figure. He resumed his search from there, swaying the wide. feminine hips as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

With every step and pleasant tingle, the forest was towering over his shrinking body even more than before, inches of height gradually slipping away as intense pressure mounted all over. It was almost crushing, making him wince as he did his best to ignore it, mentally cursing himself for taking so many weeks off sp- training! That inactivity was likely why his body was aching now, and how he made such a stupid blunder to-

CRACK, CRUNCH, SNAP

"AHHHHHHHHYEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!! O-OH STAR SPIRITS~!" he cursed, his eyes spinning as his bones shuddered and gave way under the expectations the world had placed on him. He stumbled forward, his tiny feet slipping out of the bulky boots and revealing the orange socks and trainers he wore beneath.

Link should have questioned something so bizarre further, but the thought never occurred to his mess of a brain; as far as he was concerned there was nothing to have any doubts about. Besides, they looked way better than those boring old boots anyways! 

"Gosh, what was I thinking wearing those old things? They don’t fit me at all! Not that I don’t look good in them of course, but I’d prefer if I had something a little more… me~." He smirked, confidently flicking his hair back like he owned the place, his words causing a chain reaction to rush through his clothes.

At once everything softened, the material of the tunic going from durable and enchanted by all sorts of magic to useless, albeit extremely expensive and soft fabric. His tunic split apart, one half turning bright and orange, the colour of the new memories digging into his brain, the other becoming a tight white skirt that left little to the imagination, his butt and cock outlining it completely.

"Y-Yeah that's more like it~! I m-mean I was wearing this the whole time right? It's my... uniform? Better than some dumb tunic... how am I supposed to use that for sports?" He clutched his head, one of his gloves slipping off his tiny womanly hand as the two halves of his brain debated in confusion, eventually settling that monster slaying could be seen as a sport.

As he cleared things up with himself, his cock throbbed desperately as a belt tightened around his core, massaging away the visible muscles and melting them into soft, feminine fat. The strength remained of course; it was hard to be powerless when doing so much physical activity, but it had been reduced to a level far more fitting for the new him, his body shuddering as some more freckles popped up all over.

With the new clothes tightly clinging to his ever-shifting body, something else caught his attention, a faint flowery scent that made his eyelids droop happily. It was a relaxing smell, the perfume making his muscles slack as he fell deeper into a daze, the scent permeating his thoughts and suppressing any panic.

All he could feel was warmth, the sun bearing down on his skin as the clear sky shined overhead, the fog finally clearing up as he absentmindedly rubbed his tanned flesh. It did seem a little darker than normal, but he was probably just developing a tan with how often he was outdoors.

If anything, he had the vague thought it should be darker, the sight of the soft dark skin filling him with joy and arousal. He shuddered as he stumbled deeper into the woods, rubbing his thighs together against his throbbing shaft as he wondered just what the smell was. How was it so good? It put him at ease right away, a mix of elegance and flowers that reminded him of his garden back at the castle.

The more he smelt it, the more at ease he felt, Link taking a deep breath of it as his eyes rolled into his skull, his thighs squashing sensually as they became pumped full of jiggly mass. 

"Gah... kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... OOOOOOOHHHHH YES~! This feels all... GREAT! NEATO~!?" His eyes spun as the spunky tomboyness spilled free from his lips, the key part of his new identity growing impossible to suppress.

"Oh I remember where I got this perfume! Peach gave it to me after she visited Pi'illo Island! Eh, she's so sweet..." he remarked out loud, his words bleeding down into his brain, inserting the memory into his dazed mind at the cost of some unimportant ones about another boring blonde princess.

As he did so he instinctively clenched his thighs together even harder, breathing heavily as he crushed his poor shaft with his continuously growing thighs. The more time that passed the bigger they grew; already there was no other word to describe them than thicc, and there was still more to come. Although some of her friends were reluctant to describe them in such a manner, Link never saw an issue; it was true after all, he may as well just say it!

His skin darkened at the thought, his alluringly tanned flesh gaining freckles in various places as the sun beamed down, the forest looking increasingly normal with his every step. Link heard a sound behind him, blocking a squeal as he turned with his weapon raised before rolling his eyes, the threat of a monster coming out seeming ridiculous.

"Like I guess Bowser could be trying to sabotage me? But he's a pretty good sport when we play. Probably since he knows if he tries anything I'll slap him so hard he'll be leaving a dent in Rosa's place!" He laughed, the vague threat of a dark demon king being replaced with a creature that was far less of an active threat, and certainly not something that only he had to take care of.

Why did he have to handle it? The brothers were doing fine by themselves! If he was in the area he'd help of course, but it wasn't like he was the only person who could save the kingdom! The new identity was effortlessly rewriting his history, all of it accepted as he followed what the universe demanded of him, his fully grown thighs close to flattening his dick between the hefty tomboy thiccness.

He was letting it too, but even if he was aware and was able to fight it there was no escaping his fate, his loose boxers suddenly tightening to panties that only added to the crushing sensation. He could feel the silky fabric almost push him over the edge of release once more, along with another feeling on his chest as his bra awkwardly brushed against his nipples.

"W-why do I even... w-wait but why wouldn't I-?" he groaned, before his whole body shuddered as a golden crown gently plopped onto his head, hitting his brain with the force of a Thwomp as every remaining blonde lock was instantly washed away by the brown.

"KYAAAAAA- OH MY GAAAAHHHHHH~!!!!!! I FEEL- I FEEL SOOOO?!?!?!?!?" He gasped and screamed, slamming into a tree so hard that his spine shattered into an even deeper arch than before, forcing his chest and rear out as his eyes spun in conflict.

There was a burning sensation in his chest, one that was fighting to get out, Link finding his brain increasingly confused now he had been coronated. The weight of his royal duties and life were outnumbering what he knew to be true only a few minutes ago, a peaceful life as a princess washing it all away.

"No! GAH~! I-I WON'T- LET~?" He staggered, clutching his weapon tight as he focused his energy and performed a spinning swing, the faint memory of the technique failing him as he fell onto his front, his sword falling away with a clatter, the action only cementing the new memories of having never trained with a sword before in his life.

Link could only watch as it fell out of his reach, the shape of his trusted weapon shifting as it lost its dangerous edges, its hilt turning orange as the whole thing thinned out, the tip becoming an oval as it became nothing but a golf club. He could only be shocked for a moment before the pleasure distracted him once more, his skin darkening further as his mind could only recall how to handle ordinary sports gear.

His chest was growing, fat rushing behind his erect nipples as they surged outwards, squishing directly into the ground as he screamed in pure bliss. He could swear his brain was whiting out as he wriggled, grinding the new b cups into the grass, losing his mind as they expanded into c cups, his feminine form visibly rising off the ground with each little upgrade in bust size.

He shuddered in bliss, drooling as the new tits simply kept growing, looking more impressive every second as the fat DDs bounced and jiggled invitingly. Everything felt like it was slipping away and becoming clearer at the same time, his ass similarly bursting outwards as it fattened dramatically.

Something in his brain was thinking about "Link", the word seeming oddly important as he felt the pressures of his new self mount on his cock, the whole thing set to burst at one wrong move. Everything he was hung on that razor's edge as he rolled onto his back, gasping and hiccuping as he thrust his hips upwards, a fatter ass smushing into the ground with every movement that sent more of the flowery scent through his nostrils.

It was only speeding up his brainwashing, the new life effortlessly taking hold and crushing all resistance in its wake. It was then the connection with the word "Link" finally clicked. That was another word for golf course, right! Is was because she had to hurry up and find this golf ball so she could get back to the links! Peach and the others were waiting for her!

That thought of hurrying up seemed to bleed into the changes themselves, his assets surging out to their final sizes as his skin darkened further. The barely-man's name had faded from his mind, a brief moment of panic washing over him as he struggled to recall what it was. It was on the tip of his tongue!

It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, something so obvious yet it simply refused to come to him as he rolled his dick between his legs, his eyes wet as he felt his manhood grow closer to non-existence. It was almost gone, one last squeeze sure to do it as he took a deep breath of his flowery perfume, the obviousness hitting him like a truck as the soon-to-be-woman screamed what would be her name now and forever.

"H-HI I'M DAISYYYYY~!!!!!!!!! GAHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I'M D-DAISYYYYY~!!!!!! I’M PRINCESS DAISYYYYYYYY~!!!!!!!

It was that which truly cemented the new identity forming in her head, the new princess left twitching on the forest floor as she gradually recovered from her orgasmic afterglow, a dazed, spunky grin on her face as she slowly got to her feet.

She was shivering in pure delight as the changes sealed in the depths of her soul, the godly protection of her old self all but gone. In every way that counted she was Princess Daisy, her old life taken away from her forevermore. 

"Oh mannnn that felt good. Thank god I managed to find somewhere private to let that all out! Maybe it was a good thing I sent the golf ball flying that far after all!" she thought aloud, stretching the kinks out of her back. "Granted, I wish I could find the dang thing! I must have kept the girls waiting for ages at this point!"

As she sighed, she turned around and spotted the white ball which she had been searching for on the ground, beaming in delight as she let out a victorious "Yahoo! Finally!"

She picked it up, not noticing the triangle printing on it becoming her iconic flower emblem as she dashed from the forest, finally fulfilling her... quest? It was a strange word to use, but oddly fitting with how long she had been looking for it!

"I... GOT IT! I GOT IT! OH YEAH!" she cried as she ran up to the golf cart, the other girls waiting for her as Peach (the best princess bestie ever!) rolled her eyes. 

"I must say Daisy, that was the longest "flash" I have witnessed in quite a while," commented Rosalina. "I think I've seen black holes form faster!"

"Hey! I'd like to see you find it in there! That forest was like a maze for a bit... I think?" She shook her head. "Like you’d find it quicker Rosa!"

"To be fair to her Daisy, Rosalina here at least knows to not pummel a golf ball because you're a little behind!" Pauline added, finishing loading everything into the back of the cart. "Hitting things hard works in tennis of course, but the hole was literally right over there..."

"You compete in one tennis tournament and suddenly you're an expert..." Daisy grumbled. "Besides, it was a calculated move!"

"There there, dear," Peach smiled sweetly, "they’re just messing with you! Now that you’re here we can catch up with the others and finish the game!"

"Yeah, thanks for waiting girls! I’ve got to beat all those other bit- nice people!" she laughed at Peach's disapproving glare, "since they couldn't be bothered to wait for me and all!"

"Well you know how impatient Bow can get. Ashley just got bored, and Vivian went with them in case Wendy tried to rig the next course..." Pauline explained.

"Remind me why we let Bowser pawn his kid on us on our girls day out again?"

"Because it's the right thing to do!" Peach beamed.

"Girl, you were in his castle last week." Daisy sighed, "He literally asked you if she could come when you were dangling over lava!"

"True, he could have least asked me before tying me up..." Peach hummed, "but it's turning out fine, isn't it?"

"Girls please. I know I am the last person who should complain about time, but we really shouldn't keep them waiting any longer!" Rosalina smiled. "As long as Daisy doesn't get any bright ideas we should be able to get back on track in no time!"

"Oh you take that back Rosa!" Daisy huffed, the princess sliding into the cart as she stretched back and relaxed. The more time she spent settling into their banter, the more at peace she felt, the feeling of anything being wrong gradually fading as she smiled wide.

The feeling of anything being wrong was long gone as she rode off to continue her game, the princess fully content with her life, a role of royalty and sport the only one her mind had and would ever know...