Link stepped through the door, and it sealed behind him with an echoing crash. Here, in the depths of the Water Temple, there was a placid reflecting pool, water within gently sloshing, reflecting rippling bands of light across the walls and ceiling. Link approached, except... the water flowed, churning of its own accord, fluid thicker and more viscous than pure water. A waterspout flowed upward and froze, becoming a fat pseudopod that sluggishly churned forward, swinging out to attempt to club Link.

Link darted backwards, drawing his sword, and uselessly swung through the water, just rippling it. Another pseudopod formed, burbling out over the lip of the pool, and then another and another, as the pool burst to life. Deep within the pool Link got his first glimpse of the true enemy: some kind of glowing nucleus of an enormous slime, or something like that, disguising its body as a pool of water. The core churned through its body, bobbing and spinning along some phantom current. It was a pulsing orb, flesh red and spiky, centered within a bubble. Pseudopods erupted in its wake as it circled the pool, lashing out at Link as he slashed and dodged through the watery limbs. Their spray coated his body in a filmy layer, just-slightly thinner and slicker than water.

Link readied his hookshot, aiming at the core through the water, and fired. It sunk into the bubble wall and yanked the core backwards, out of the water -- which all went fluid the instant the core burst from the surface, collapsing into choppy waves. Link slashed, blade deflecting off the rubbery bubble surrounding the core, and it erratically bounced across the stone floor, flinging itself back into the water with a splash.

Wounded, the creature drew up another wash of water: a tidal wave that sprayed out across the floor, knocking Link off his feet. He toppled backwards, crashing into the wall, and the receeding tide clawed across his body, stubby tentacles grasping across his shoulders and sides as it hauled him bodily into the water with a splash. Link gurgled, thrashing, swimming through the slick ooze and bobbing to the surface, only to have the water itself clench around him and drag him back down. He sputtered, bubbles burbling from his lips as he struggled to keep himself aloft, body kicking and punching through the water as much as swimming through it.

The slime-core spun around him, never moving within range, just winding spirals around Link's thrashing body. The watery slime made Link's tunic billow, clothes floating around his body, and it was with a sudden clench in the water that yanked his tunic backwards, body being jerked in the opposite direction. His seams tore with a rent, shirt sagging off his chest. The water's grasp surged up the legs of his trousers, tentacles bulging and squirming, and Link gurgled and pushed himself up, arms chopping through the water as he surged to the surface, panting as he dragged himself over the lip of the pool.

The pseudopods grasping his lower body yanked him backwards, nearly wrenching his slimy hands off his grip on the pool's stone lip, and caught between the two forces his trousers tore, one leg bursting apart, cloth and leather shredding apart into tatters. Link scrabbled forward, clawing at the stones, but the slime yanked him back again, sending him flying backwards. A watery pillar surged up to meet him, tangling his limbs in a cocoon of slimy water as he floated in midair, stuck, naked, without anything to push off of.

The slime-creature held him in place, spiky core throbbing in the water beneath him, but no matter how Link writhed and squirmed, he couldn't chop through the watery restraints holding him. Slime streamed up his body, coating him everywhere below the neck, and -- Link let out a shaky hiss as the warm water spilled across his dick, feeling along its soft length.

The slime pulled him spread-eagle, all limbs splayed out, and it pulled his dick the same way: length tugged straight out from his body, cocooned in a churning cord of watery slime. Pressure raced across his body as the water pushed down on him, slowly spinning him in midair. The force of its touch spilled down his bare chest, pinching his nipples, streaking down his sides, and then, with a push, dug against his ass, spreading his cheeks to bear down against his tight asshole. Link let out a yelp, squirming, but that just encouraged the slime further. Pseudopods spilled up his hips, tentacles lashing across his ass and spreading his cheeks wide, and the pressure across his hole grew more and more intense, until with a sharp push it broke through, slime squirting into his ass with a continual _glug, glug_.

Link whined, squirming, flushing as the steady heat and warmth filled him up. His cock, responding to the heat and pressure, the continual squeeze along his length, started sluggishly filling out, thickening and lengthening where it was already stretched out in front of him. Link whined again, voice shaky, and a pseudopod surged up his neck, plunging itself into his open mouth with a squelch. He yelled, water slopping down his throat, soft and pliable enough it didn't stop his breathing, even as he felt it squirming down into his stomach, slowly flooding him with slime-water from both ends.

The core bobbed beneath him, rotating around itself as it pumped Link full of more and more slimy water, sinking itself into his body. He gurgled, wet bubbles bursting up his flooded throat, popping into frothy smears that poured down his slime-drenched chest.

The core squirmed, spiky protrusions across its body flexing and as Link was absently spun around in midair he could see it shudder and pulse, spitting out a dozen miniature versions of itself -- spiky cores within glossy, transparent bubbles -- from its spike-tips. It kept pulsing, each spike opening up to spit out one or two bubbles, until the water around it was packed with them. Its currents spun, collecting up the bubbles in twisting currents that merged them together into three fat, spiralling ropes, and the ropes surged up, breaching the surface with a splash as they twisted towards Link's trapped body.

The pressure in his ass burst, a wave of slime crashing into him, spreading his open hole wide, and with a slick, watery pressure Link felt the first bubble -- the first _egg_ -- pop into him, rebounding off his slick guts as it bounced its way further inside him. After the first one, they kept coming, in a steady flow: one, then another, and another, pressing against his stretched hole and deforming easily, slurping into his slime-lubed guts with a wet _pop_. The second rope melded with the pseudopod spilling down his throat, bringing up the egg-packed limb with a smooth arch, letting Link see the dozens-on-dozens of fat, fist-sized eggs pumping towards him. The slime wrenched his jaw open wide, mouth just a hole for it to use, as it forcefully pumped the first egg in past his teeth, down into his slime-bloated stomach with a slimy _pop_ and a muted gurgle. Link thrashed, the motion just sending him spinning, rotating around his center of gravity, as the fat tentacles effortlessly kept lined up, pumping eggs up his guts and down his throat in a continual wave.

There had been a third rope of eggs. Link only realized where they'd be going when the pressure surged around his stiff dick, pinning it in place. He looked down, staring at the huge eggs lined up in front of his dick, but even as he screamed, bubbles bursting up into a frothy mess, the slime didn't stop. Slime poured into his dick, shoving down his cockslit and forcing it open into a broad oval. Fluid filled him up: flooding his bladder, squirting into his prostate, gurgling down across his balls. Each egg was fist-sized, but the cores at the center were tiny, huge little spiky seedpods as big as a fingertip, and as the first egg lined up against his splayed cocktip the bubble surrounding it distended, thinning out into a long, slimy snake that spilled down his cock, making it surge and shudder. The core itself burned, scraping through his flesh through the thin, stretched bubble surrounding it, and it was with a dizzying pang that the first egg shoved its way through his internal passages and popped into his bladder, rebounding off his inner walls.

Then the second, and the third, smearing against each other, sunk into him. Their bubbly flesh smeared, slick, across the inner flesh of his prostate, before the continual pump of eggs into him pushed them deeper: one lurching down into his left ball, the other unfurling into a burning space somewhere behind his prostate. Link screamed, eyes staring up at the ceiling, limbs thrashing, froth sluicing down his chest, as the slime pumped him full of eggs, more and more. His guts bloated out, stomach stuffed, and his belly surged out into a mounded dome, growing fatter and heavier with each egg that slurped past his gaped asshole, that shoved its way down past his tonsils.

He floated there, held aloft by thick tentacles, body just a plaything, an incubation chamber for the slime-beast. His bladder was stuffed to bursting. His balls burned, dense flesh slowly spreading apart under the continual pressure. The tight cords hooking down into his balls became a set of rubbery beads, eggs visibly lurching beneath his stretched-taut flesh. More and more surged into him, pumping him full. He slowly descended, growing weight too much for the slime's flimsy limbs to support, until his twitching toes dragged across the surface of the water.

His cock burned, slime continually pumping backwards into him, but the constant pressure and flow, the slick slide of eggs along his inner passages, made his body respond. His cock flexed, internal muscles clenching, and Link came with a bellowing sob, cum going nowhere, eggs still steadily pumping into his stretched-out cock, as his body was unable to overcome the constant pressure the slime exerted.

Link floated there, dazed, as his body swelled and swelled, stomach bloating out beyond pregnant, stretched skin becoming lumpy as the eggs fought against each other, straining to expand inside him. The cesassion of eggs was felt only as a plateauing, as the slime shoving sludge into him an _squeezing_, keeping it all dammed up inside him. He was only dimly aware of the slosh as it dumped him to the side, gravity suddenly asserting itself as he sprawled across the cold tiles, pinned down by the weight of hundreds of eggs inside him. Tentacles withdrew, slime flowing backwards across his skin, leaving him damp and gleaming. The slime had sealed him shut: there was a dense web of thick, viscous slime splattered all across his ass, clogging his throat, burbling in sticky gushes from his ruined cocktip, and as the water withdrew the sludge hardened into a dense, rubbery mound, gluing tight to his skin and sealing the eggs inside him. Link whined, mindlessly drooling, staring up at the ceiling as his cock flexed again and again, dry-orgasming from the continual pressure, cum swilling through his flooded, ruined inner passages.