A young woman in her 20s brought in a box into her bedroom. She ordered the box online and it arrived with her name on it, Grace. 
She had long dirty blonde hair and glasses. She set the box down onto her blue bed and smiled. "It took months, but it's finally here." She opened up her box and saw a variety of 'Zelda' themed rings. There was a ring for Link, Zelda, Ganon, and even various enemies and other species. 

Grace knew these rings were more than just normal rings. These rings transformed the wearer into whatever ring they put on. It sounded too good to be true, but if nothing else, the rings looked amazing. She didn't plan to become Link or Zelda though. She picked up a ring of a moblin. The creature had a brutish pig face, and she smiled as she held it. "If I can transform into this, I'll win the convention for sure. Everyone expects you to be Link or Zelda or maybe Ganon, but nobody expects a moblin. Besides, I'll get in more pictures."

Grace slipped on the moblin ring. She tapped her foot as she waited patiently. "The woman in the video transformed. She turned into Link, and a male version at that! Well, she 'looked' male anyways." She set the box down on the floor. She fell back against the bed and sighed. "This is unbelievable. Well, not as unbelievable as transforming into a moblin I guess." She wondered how a moblin even behaved. She remembered seeing them in the latest Zelda game, but the moblin ring she grabbed was from a different game.

Grace let out a belch, and her blue eyes lit up. "Hah, maybe that's a sign of the transformation!" she peeked out of her room. She didn't live alone. She lived with her mother and her brother. Her brother was only a few years older than she was. "Hm, they're both still out of the house. Leaves me to do whatever I want." She marched her way to the kitchen. "So as long as I wear this ring, I'll transform into a moblin. If I want to change back, I just take it off."

Grace helped herself to a sandwich. Just as she finished making the sandwich, she grabbed milk, pudding, and a bag of chips. She swore she wasn't that hungry a moment ago, but now she was starving. "I wonder what else happens with this ring." She asked aloud as she ate. Food dropped all over her chin and growing belly as she ate, but she didn't care. She finished eating, and let out a loud belch. "Mmmm...Kind of feeling a little warm." She looked down at her normal clothes. "Well, if I'm going to become a moblin, these clothes just aren't going to do."

Grace walked into the bathroom and tossed her top aside to reveal her pale skin and small breast. She looked down at the shirt on the floor and remembered how much of a prude her mother was. She remembered her mom would always yell at her for leaving things on the floor, yet she'd allow her brother to do such things without consequence. It was a pain to deal with such a situation. She wished she could live within the world of Zelda, but not as Link or Zelda or Ganon. Those characters had to deal with many major issues on a regular basis. She just wanted to live out in the open wild, free to do as she pleased.

Grace took off her pants and tossed them aside to leave herself only in her underwear. She looked down at her plain flat belly. She weighed less than 200 pounds, and she felt scrawny. She almost envied the many fat people in the world. She looked back at her moblin ring and felt a warmth on the finger she wore it on. Part of her thought the blood circulation cut off, but it didn't appear to be so. She noticed her hand did look fatter though, and it looked browner compared to the rest of her body. It didn't look brown like a skin color, but more cartoonish. "I do hope the ring grows with me, otherwise this is going to become really problematic."

Grace felt another warmth flow through her body. She took a deep breath and smiled. "Mph, this feels so good." She noticed something particular about her face as she double-checked the mirror. Her otherwise normal looking noise pointed upwards at the tip. "Oh! That almost looks like a pig nose moblins have!" Grace squealed with excitement. "It really is working!"

Grace felt her heart beat faster. She clenched her chest as she felt a wetness between her legs from the arousal she was getting, knowing she was transforming into something much bigger and brutish. "Oh wait until they see me like this." She sat down on the toilet seat and lowered her panties. She didn't have to pee, but she felt incredibly horny. She stroked the outer lips of her cunt eagerly. "Heh, screw your rules, I'll do whatever I want as a moblin. Go outside, eat like the literal pig I am, maybe kidnap and have some fun with a princess."
Grace joked about the last part, but the more she thought about it, the more right it felt. Well, maybe she could ask women before having fun with them. 'Actually, why even bother going to women? We have the fucking internet.' She thought to herself. She didn't normally think of herself interested in women, but she found a sudden fascination in them. She pulled up her cell phone and looked online about pictures of nude women. It wasn't particularly hard to find porn; it was the internet after all.

As Grace browsed her phone, she felt herself grow more and more aroused. At first, any pictures of women would do, but as she browsed for more and more specifics, she found herself looking for more pure blonde women than anything, thin pale ones to be more precise. She fingered herself with two fingers while her thumb stroked her clit. She let out a quiet moan, but kept her eyes on her phone. "Hah...hah...not normally this horny, even for women but...but fuck." She said quietly as she browsed the pictures. She then came up to a picture where someone cosplayed as Zelda. Just as Grace pictured Zelda, she let out a moan and orgasmed over her hand. Her clear sticky fluid soaked her hands, and she let out a piggish squeal. "Oh fuck yes!" She cried out happily.

Grace panted hard after her orgasm. It took her a moment to regain her composure. She set her phone down gingerly, and then pulled herself up. "God, I never thought a picture of Zelda would make me so excited." She let out a fart. "A cartoonish picture at that." she added. She was about to wash her hands from her sticky fluid that came from her cunt, but she figured it would be too much work.

She stood up naked and glanced at herself in the mirror, hoping to see more changes. She saw her skin took on a brown hue, but of a bright toon inhuman color. Her stomach and chin were lighter, and her nose undoubtedly looked like a pigs own. "Maybe orgasms speed up the transformation." She said with a giggle. She felt a small twitch from between her legs and looked down. Her clit had swollen in size, double in length, and she felt a pulse from it.

Grace smiled down at her clit. "Hah, oh this is too perfect." She wondered what else she could do in addition to masturbate, and then her stomach growled. "Oh, eating is a thing I have to do." She paused. "Did I just do that?" She looked around and found the wrappings of the food she just ate. "Hm. I guess I never really studied moblins that well." She remembered seeing them in the latest video game, although they weren't the kind of moblin she was becoming. "They just eat and sleep and fart I guess." She paused. "I swear I remember them eating their own boogers."

Grace raised up her finger and glanced at it. She could tell her hands were thicker in addition to browner. She ran one hand along another and felt her very skin not just changing in color, but in texture. Her skin felt more swine-like. She pointed one index finger forward and then reached into her piggish snout. She pulled her finger out and pulled out a large blob of bright green slime. She tilted her head at it curiously. "That is 'not' a human booger." She said to herself, but she smiled. "Heh...am I really going to do this though?"

Grace inched the large green wobbly booger to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a taste. She felt a sense of disgust, but at the same time, curiosity. The green blog tasted very salty. "You know, there were times I sneezed and coughed up this stuff, so eating it is fine. I mean, like, people eat theirs all the time without even realizing it." She stuck the booger in her mouth without another thought after that. She let it run across her tongue before she swallowed it. It stuck briefly to her mouth, but a few other swallows managed to get it down. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't 'bad' either. She swore she saw moblins in Zelda eat their own boogers a ton and she wondered why that was so. "Bleh, well no need to try 'that' again."

Grace went back to her room and looked to her computer screen. She hadn't turned on her computer yet, and she was getting bored. "This transformation is taking for-ev-er." She said with a groan. She walked to her computer and tilted her head. "How do I turn this on again?" She thought it should have been so simple. She turned on her computer almost every day. She let out a fart and scratched her head. A bit of her perfect blonde hair fell out, but she paid it no attention. "Pah, whatever." She walked out of her room into the living room. She often didn't go out there, but she felt a strange calling. She looked to the front door, and then to the window. She couldn't believe what she saw out the window. Outside was not her normal neighborhood, but a colorful field. "Well, I either died, or the world itself is changing around me." She didn't remember the ring claiming it did 'that' much, but she wouldn't complain if it did.

Grace then felt a strong sensation between her legs. "Horny again." She mumbled. She looked down at her clit and gave it a stroke. She shivered in pleasure and let out another fart. It was just then, she noticed the scent of her fart smelled worse than she knew any of her other farts. She wasn't one that paid much attention to the smells, and the smell wasn't bad to her. She figured the smell wasn't bad because it was her gas, but it was still noticeably worse to others around her.

"I smell almost like a pig." She said to herself, and then she looked down at her browning body. Even her skin felt rougher. "I guess that's the point. That's kind of what a moblin 'is' is a pig." She let out a laugh with a hint of a snort. "Ah well, maybe a shower will help get rid of the smell, and the arousal."
Grace walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. She let the warm water rush over her body and sighed happily. Her arousal didn't feel sated, but the water felt good on her nonetheless.

Grace looked down at her clit and noticed it had a hint of a twirl to it. She gave it a poke and shivered. "Still so horny. Well, I am in the shower." She stroked her clit with a single finger and shivered. She didn't even notice her breast size went down. They didn't completely vanish, but her breast looked as if it had more fat than milk in it. "It'll just wash off into the drain after." She stroked her growing clit happily with moans. She touched it gingerly, and it was more than enough to arouse her more. She wasn't even fingering herself. She just touched her growing clit, and that was more than enough to excite her. She felt herself changing and growing again, but she kept her eyes closed as she masturbated freely in the shower. She knew the ring transformed her, and that ring on her finger felt very tight. She doubted she could even take it off easily, but she wasn't worried about that. "Ah...getting...ah...dumberer...is that even a real word?" She let out a snort. "Who cares? I can...I can change back whenever I want."

Grace continued to masturbate mindlessly. She smiled and felt her smile stretch and grow. She definitely had to check out a mirror after she transformed. She felt her stomach get in the way bit by bit. She'd also have to check her weight when she was done with this! She stroked her swollen clit with two fingers to the tip. She felt the 'clit' uncurl as she stroked it, and then when she let go it snapped back into its curly shape. She continued to stroke herself off this way repeatedly until she felt a pressure grow between her legs. She let out a deep "WHEEEEL!" noise that sounded low enough to be a man's own. Her clit squirted out a semi-white liquid as she came. Her cunt was wet and filled with a pressure, but one that didn't relieve itself. The stench of a dirty pig grew strong in the shower, even with the water rushing over her body. She felt her body grow heavier, and her mind grow number. She came only a small amount, but it felt as if she came a lot more than just regular seed. She opened up her eyes and noticed her piggy nose. 

Grace giggled at her nose and gave it a playful poke. Her legs felt weak, but she knew she'd recover. She pulled herself out of the shower and looked at herself.

Grace no longer looked nearly like her old human self. Her face looked much bigger, and her belly much rounder. Her skin was brown all over her arms, her head and even her legs. Her gut had a slightly lighter brown spot, and she could tell it was growing. She wasn't sure how much fatter she was, but she knew she was undoubtedly bigger. She also noticed a small Adam's apple that pushed out more than a woman's should have.

"Hah." Grace noticed her voice was deeper. She let out a piggish snort and left the bathroom without any clothes on. She knew she could have put on new ones, but she could tell from her new weight that most of her clothes would not fit her, and she was not about to put on another person's clothing.

Grace looked outside and saw the strange world that surrounded her again. She tilted her head with curiosity. "So what happened to our backyard?" She knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't resist. She walked up to the front door and opened it up. She knew she was naked, but she didn't care. Besides the ring on her finger, she had nothing. "Even moblins in the world of Zelda wear pants though." She said and turned back to her house. She looked back outside, and shrugged. "But that's in the PG world of Zelda. In the 'adult' world of Zelda, Moblins don't need pants!" She knew she hadn't even finished changing yet, but she felt so eager and excited to join the world of Zelda as a moblin. She could only assume her home teleported into the world, although she wasn't fully sure 'where' in the world of Zelda she was.

The scenery around Grace was that of a forest. There were trees everywhere. Grace swore her house would stick out like a sore thumb, but as she turned back to her home, she noticed it was now inside a straw hut. She had no idea how that was physically possible, but that didn't matter. Something teleported her into this world, and she was eager to live out her life as a moblin, just as soon as she finished transforming.

Grace heaved her hefty belly and looked at her body. She felt a continuous growing pressure in her cunt. The pressure kept her constantly hornier than she ever felt, as if she had a cock constantly stuck inside of her. She reached down and felt her cunt. She could 'feel' something inside of her, and it made her squeal. "Oh what IS that in there?" she said in a voice that cracked a tone deeper. She let out a happy fart as she put two fingers in her cunt. "Mph. Whatever it is, it feels so good. So sensitive."

Grace walked along as she continued fingering herself. She knew she should have felt humiliated and degraded, but she didn't care. She could tell she had the mindset of a moblin, but she also had her normal intelligence. She was herself, but at the same time, she was a moblin. She stepped onto a hard rock, and she heard a small 'click' as she stepped down. She moved her gut out of the way so she could look at her feet. Grace noticed they were gray and hard. Her feet still looked like normal human feet, but she could tell they were in the middle of transforming into two cloven pig hooves. As she looked over her body, something about it felt off.

"I shouldn't be standing straight." She said with a crack in her voice. She tilted her head forward, and she heard a loud crack as her spine adjusted. She tried to raise her head back up, but she couldn't. She giggled. "Oh well, this is how moblins are supposed to stand with their heads forward like this." She stroked her head with her fat fingers. "It makes so much more sense." She noticed her hand felt big on the top of her head. Her head was still much bigger than her hand was, but her forehead felt much smaller. "They don't have big space for brains either I guess."

The smaller forehead made Grace wonder just how intelligent she still was. She let out a curious belch and giggled. She knew gas didn't normally turn her on before, but she didn't feel panicked by the fact that it now did. "Heh..." she still had the foul smell of a pig too. She raised her armpits and noticed a lack of body hair, and grimaced. Part of her wanted hair, but her new body resembled a character in a video game. Very few people actually put 'that' much detail in the characters.

Grace noticed her boobs were long gone, but she had fat moobs in their place. She wiggled her chest with a happy snort. The pleasure was there, but not as strong as before. "Hmmm...Need more." The feeling of horniness never escaped her. She smelled, she let out a soft fart from her fattened ass cheeks, but she didn't care. She needed something to masturbate to, and something to masturbate with in this world, and she had to find it soon.

Grace walked around naked with her swine cock dangling between her legs, right below her potbelly. She heard her bones crack and felt her muscles shift as her changes continued, although minor adjustments. She could tell by now she was more moblin than human. She knew she could revert herself by taking off the ring, but that was the least of her worries. She walked along the grass and noticed there was a large fortress up ahead. "WHEEE?" she said with a piggish snort. She didn't mean to be loud about it, but she couldn't help her noises. Grace walked up to the fortress and noticed two pig men standing guard. She could smell their musk clear as day, even if they wore pants, but she didn't care. The moblins at the base didn't smell any worse than she did.

The two moblins tilted their head at Grace. One of them leaned forward and snorted her crotch before they stepped aside for her.

Grace let out a piggish laugh and walked in. She continued to feel the growing pressure at her crotch. She knew she still had her vagina, but it felt as if 'something' in there wanted to push it, and it needed her help.

The interior of the fortress looked like a large maze. Grace noticed moblins setting up various traps and trying to work mechanics of doors. She saw one moblin stepped on a switch very far away from one door that opened, and another moblin stepped underneath the door. The first moblin let go of the switch, and the door slammed down on the moblin. It didn't kill the moblin, but the moblin let out a piggish squeal as he struggled to free himself, and scolded at the other moblin in an inhuman language.

Grace just let out a laugh. She understood the piggish language perfectly. She noticed most of the moblins wore pants and they had a spear with a helmet, but they wore little else. She looked down at herself and realized she was still naked, though she resembled far more of a man. The only thing she missed were testicles. It was then she realized 'what' wanted to push out of her cunt must have been testicles, but they couldn't come out without some...encouragement. She knew better than to masturbate out in the open though. There had to be a place for moblins to do that in the fortress. She didn't know 'how' she knew that, it just came with instinct.

Grace noticed one of the walls was open and revealed a stairwell. She walked over to the stairwell and took the large path down. The fortress she entered reminded her of a dungeon one might find in Zelda, and she looked like one of the many enemies. 'This ring must let me live out as long as I want to as a real moblin in the Zelda world! Hah...mmph.' She let out a fart as she walked down the staircase.

Grace reached the bottom and looked around. She noticed an assortment of spears along the wall haphazardly arranged as well as pants and helmets. There were also beds, but they looked as if they had seen better days. The scent of filth and sex was strong. Grace also noticed there was a crudely drawn picture of Zelda on the wall. She walked up to the picture and tilted her head. The picture looked as if it was something an extremely young child would draw. The head was a crude circle with two dots for eyes, there was a thin line down for the torso, although apparently there were also two smaller circles on the line to represent Zelda's chest as well.

Grace noticed the drawing was crude, yet it excited her. She reached down and stroked her piggish cock with a happy snort. She reached into her vagina with her thick fingers and allowed her testicles to drop freely into the open air. From head to toe, she was a moblin, a perverted filthy moblin ready to do her role in aiding evil triumph. She knew she could turn back any time she wanted. She just had to get back to where she lived in this world and remove her ring. She already imagined herself trying out other creatures. She still loathed the idea of becoming Zelda, Link, or Ganon, as that was too much responsibility, but to become one of the many enemies in Zelda, or maybe one of the species, that made her excited.

She, or now he, orgasmed against the wall happily, creating a big wet mess that many moblins undoubtedly also came onto before. Once Grace finished, he put on the proper moblin attire and walked up the stairs. His head flooded with ideas on what he could be and do, but for the time being, he was ready to live out as a moblin, a dumb, filthy, strong, horny brute, and she was ready to love every moment of it.
