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“Ye gods we've really let ourselves go, eh Tubbers?” Ganondorf asked as he gave his big belly a hearty slap, letting it jiggle and shake like the overfed ball of manflesh it was. Vladimir just simply looked at his “mentor” in disgust. He hated how the Gerudo King always teased him about the young chubby prince being his protégé. Though his own burgeoning midsection didn't help the obvious comparison.

“Well I don't spend every waking moment ingesting food into my gullet, like you!” Vladimir shot back.

“That Hylian ball of dough says otherwise.”

“Only because you insist on making me feast with you!” Vladimir emphasized his last remark with a heavy jiggle to his belly. “Seriously, I’ve must have gained 10 pounds from last night’s dinner alone!”

“Unlikely,” Ganondorf began, idly scratching his belly. “I'd say about 5 pounds since most of your weight gain came from your birthday feast. Now me, on the other hand, have got to be teasing 700 pounds by now!”

“So that's 25 pounds gained since the last time you've weighed yourself?!” Vladimir yelled incredulously. “Sweet Nayru, how are you not immobile?!”

“This baby right here,” Ganondorf lifted his right hand to reveal a blood red triangular insignia on the face of his hand. The Triforce of Power. “It's the only thing keeping me alive at this point.”

“Why the goddesses haven't taken that artifact away from you boggles me to this day,” Vladimir sighed, mentally cursing the rotund desert king and his “birthright”.

“Don't be jealous,” Ganondorf began, smacking the Hylian prince on the back. “You're about 335 pounds, right? A good 15 pounds heavier than last time! Keep this up and you'll get to my size! At least in width since you're blessed with a Gerudo’s height!” Ganondorf punctuated his comment with a boisterous laugh, which irritated Vladimir to no end. He hated how much Ganondorf seemed to insist on being a surrogate father to him. One that encouraged his bad habits it seemed.

“I'm going to dedicate the rest of my life to making sure that doesn't happen…”

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“Ye gods we've really let ourselves go, eh Tubbers?” Ganondorf asked as he gave his big belly a hearty slap, letting it jiggle and shake like the overfed ball of manflesh it was. Vladimir just simply looked at his “mentor” in disgust. He hated how the Gerudo King always teased him about the young chubby prince being his protégé. Though his own burgeoning midsection didn't help the obvious comparison.

“Well I don't spend every waking moment ingesting food into my gullet, like you!” Vladimir shot back.

“That Hylian ball of dough says otherwise.”

“Only because you insist on making me feast with you!” Vladimir emphasized his last remark with a heavy jiggle to his belly. “Seriously, I’ve must have gained 10 pounds from last night’s dinner alone!”

“Unlikely,” Ganondorf began, idly scratching his belly. “I'd say about 5 pounds since most of your weight gain came from your birthday feast. Now me, on the other hand, have got to be teasing 700 pounds by now!”

“So that's 25 pounds gained since the last time you've weighed yourself?!” Vladimir yelled incredulously. “Sweet Nayru, how are you not immobile?!”

“This baby right here,” Ganondorf lifted his right hand to reveal a blood red triangular insignia on the face of his hand. The Triforce of Power. “It's the only thing keeping me alive at this point.”

“Why the goddesses haven't taken that artifact away from you boggles me to this day,” Vladimir sighed, mentally cursing the rotund desert king and his “birthright”.

“Don't be jealous,” Ganondorf began, smacking the Hylian prince on the back. “You're about 335 pounds, right? A good 15 pounds heavier than last time! Keep this up and you'll get to my size! At least in width since you're blessed with a Gerudo’s height!” Ganondorf punctuated his comment with a boisterous laugh, which irritated Vladimir to no end. He hated how much Ganondorf seemed to insist on being a surrogate father to him. One that encouraged his bad habits it seemed.

“I'm going to dedicate the rest of my life to making sure that doesn't happen…”