“Next in line please!” The old green haired woman called from the first desk. Samus made her way forward, her application filled and ready to be submitted for yet another yearly tournament. The old receptionist greeted her with a crooked-toothed grin. “Samus! Darrrrling, how have you been?” Her voice was gravely from too much smoke inhalation. Samus smiled back nonetheless, for she knew that despite Ramona's looks, she was one of the sweetest old ladies that she knew, even if she didn't see her all that often. “Doing just fine Ramona! This is for you...” she handed the slip of paper over to her, and watched it as it got stamped and signed. “I see you're going for a more scandalous look this year, hun.” Ramona said with a snicker. It was true; Samus was sporting her orange attire for this tourney. A pair of skin tight booty shorts and a halter top that showed off her toned abdomen. To say this was battle gear would be...a bit silly. But it was functional and allowed her to move more freely than she did in her usual Vaira suit. “Yeah, well...I knew it was gonna be a hot one for today's tourney...” Samus said nervously, blushing slightly. Ramona chuckled at this. “I made up for it with these...” Samus gestured to her feet where she had donned a pair of rocket propelled stilettos. “I see, I see...yeah, sure is a scorcher, innit?” Placing Samus' application in the pile, she turned back to the curvy space bounty hunter and twisted her head a bit, remembering something just then. “Wait a moment...didn't I see you come in a little bit ago?” “Huh? I don't believe so-oh! I set my suit to autopilot so it could still participate!” Samus said with a grin. “Your...your Varia suit has autopilot?” Samus nodded. “Wait, then how is that legal for the tournam-” “Lady, if you're gonna question all the things that are off about this tournament, we'll be here a while.” A dark haired angel spoke from behind Samus. She turned and saw a few others waiting in line – an old Italian man dressed like he had earned his doctorate, and a blue-haired women bearing an all-too familiar sword. Ramona shrugged. “I swear, this gets worse every year. Alright, go on in Samus and get everything registered. Next!” Samus stepped through the gate and into the Smash registration area. It was here that she had to decide what she wanted as her key finishing move, her Final Smash! Samus stepped over to the booth and hit a few buttons, indicating her name and tournament member access code. It let out a few beeps, then finally pulled up her information and asked its questions: 'Please input your Final Smash information now'. The machine talked out to her. Samus pulled out her access card and slid it into the slot of the large kiosk. It beeped for a few moments, then showed a screen. On the screen was an image of her ship, the orange, almost circular vehicle that had saved her on numerous occasions. An option appeared to confirm this selection, and she hit 'confirm'. After a brief loading screen, it let out a beep and told her it had been registered successfully. She nodded and stepped away, entering the waiting area and awaiting her match-up in the tourney. Meanwhile, while Samus waited, the technical crew in the back prepared all the given information they had. “Got the items set Gavin?” One man in a white lab coat asked another, much scrawnier man in front of a monitor. “Yup, all set up. According to the instructions sent to us by the server, this is a Smash Ball only match, high percentage. One stock only. It'll be an interesting one, that's for sure.” Gavin peered closer at the computer. Something seemed off. “Uh...Devon...wanna take a look at this?” He waved his colleague over and pointed to a certain strand of code on his screen. Devon peered at it and shrugged. “Doesn't look like anything too bad.” Gavin couldn't help but feel uneasy, even if the code error was indeed small. “Don't you think we should tell someone-” “Nah, I'm sure its fine. Just send the data through. We gotta start this tournament pretty soon, or else people are gonna get restless!” Devon patted his co-worker on the shoulder and walked away. Biting his lip nervously, Gavin unwillingly clicked the green “OK” button and allowed the data to process. “Damn...they really need to tell me how to fix these things instead of just staring at it...” Samus stepped towards the door in the waiting room. The fighters seemed to be warming up in one way or another. Sonic was running circles in his own corner over and over. Ganondorf took out a glowing blade and peered at it, then shrugged, and sheathed it again as if to say “maybe some other time”. Jigglypuff was continuously doing rollouts into a wall and making quite the racket despite her squishy demeanor. Finally, the match-up was announced. Samus peered over the screen to see what her match would be. 'Zero Suit Samus vs. Little Mac. Stage: Battlefield (battle surface width = 30 ft).' Samus looked over at her competitor. He and his coach, Doc Louis, were jabbing at each other for the last few minutes, Doc Louis only armed with a thick looking pillow. “Looks like you got paired up with Samus Mac. Keep your eye on the prize, baby, chivalry doesn't apply in the ring!” Little Mac replied with a few more powerful punches, then began walking to the gate. He looked over to Samus with a hardened look on his face, but seemed to soften up a bit and give her a slight nod and a wry smile. Samus nodded back and stepped over to her gate on the other side of the room. After a few seconds of preparation, the doors swung open and the two competitors entered. Samus stepped to her side, walking across the retractable metal beams that connected the outside of the arena to the center battlefield that seemed to float mysteriously above a deep pit. As she walked across it, she checked to make sure everything was functional; she tapped on her Paralyzer and made sure it was on full power. Her plasmas whip was also up to maximum optimization. She strode forward in confidence, ready to take on her opponent. As they both stepped onto the platform, the beams pulled backwards, leaving them stranded and ready for battle. They stood at opposite ends of the arena, eying each other and waiting for the countdown. The crowd cheered wildly from around them. Little Mac, even in his stationary position, was letting out punches and shadow boxing, completely in the zone. Soon the countdown started... 3...2...1... GO! Mac rushed straight at Samus with a reckless abandon. Samus anticipated this and put on her guard, the orb shield that all competitors could emanate after stepping into the field protecting her from one of his mighty punches. She dodged backwards, preparing her blaster and taking aim as he retaliated, letting out another few punches. Taking her shot, Mac had ended a punch just short of Samus and found himself shocked by the blast of energy. Samus took this chance to let out a one-two kick, the end of her rocket-stiletto giving off a powerful burst of flame. It sent Mac back a ways, but he was back on his feet in no time, and began charging up his punch, a blue energy emitting from his fist. The energy started to shift in colors from blue to red, and before Samus could put up another shield to block, Mac thrust himself forward and let Samus have a powerful punch to her gut. She flew back towards the edge and managed to grab the edge before falling off. Leaping from the edge into the air, Samus flipped mid-air and lunged towards Mac with a kick which hit him square in the jaw. He tumbled back even further and barely managed to get back his footing. He spit to the side and rubbed his jaw a bit, but let off another prize-winning smile before running back towards her. Just then, a flash of light burst before them. A Smash Ball had appeared right above both their heads. Both of them stopped right there and stared at it, then looked at each other. With a desperation now in their feet, they both lifted off in an attempt to snag the ball themselves. Mac was first. With a weak mid-air punch he managed to merely nick the ball himself before it continued to float. Luckily, Samus had him outclassed in jump and launched herself upwards with the power of her rocket boots. With one might kick upwards, Samus smashed right through the ball. The energy from within it soon rushed into her body and she felt a swell of power. Mac backed away from her, fearing what would come next. “Alright...let's do this! Gunship!” Samus reached out her hand, hoping to summon the gunship towards her. Instead, she began to feel a tightness in her chest, as well as a quiver from her breasts. “Eh?” She looked down as she felt a rush of some sort fill into her bosom. Just as she processed the feeling, her breasts began to thrust forward out of nowhere, inches and inches being packed on out of nowhere! “WHAT IN THE-” Samus cried out as more and more breast flesh grew out from her. Every second that passed caused her to inflate further and further outward. Her orange halter top began to creak and groan and protest to the growing size until she heard harsh tears and rips from all around. “Uh...cancel?! How do I cancel this?! Is there any way to-AGHHH!” They let out another mighty push, her top barely able to contain her melon sized mounds that continued to push outwards. The crowd had gasped and gone silent. Mac just stared at her, dumbfounded and confused. More and more they grew, the energy flowing through her chest as it continued to bulge outwards out of her suit. Small bubbles of flesh mushroomed out of her top. These small bubbles soon turned large, the edges of the holes on her top growing closer and closer together. Soon her left nipple decided to poke out of one of these holes. Out of embarrassment, Samus grasped her hand over it. Doing so caused a rush of endorphins to flow into her. It was as if the Smash energy was multiplying too fast and nowhere else to go but...down. Samus crossed her legs as warmth seeped into her crotch. She bit her lower lip and groaned as her breasts powered on, now bigger than the Smash Ball she had just broken! “Oohh...hah..hahhh...” Samus moaned involuntarily as her body pulsed in pleasure, her right nipple now poking out as well. She dared not touch it, but she couldn't pry her hand off her left. Soon, it didn't matter. Her top had completely burst, and her nipples were bigger than her palms. “Ohh...when are they gonna stop? What even is this move?!” Samus shouted to no one in particular. They grew out and around, perfectly spherical. Despite their size, they looked quite soft and squeezable. Her nipples had hardened and were reaching out about an inch away from her body. Samus' face was a deep shade of red, as was Mac, who did nothing but watch, the shock of the situation not wearing off any time for him. On and on they grew, now growing down past her belly, then her knees. The weight dragged her forward and she landed, scraping her exposed knees on the way down. She didn't care. The pleasure just kept spiking every second. Panting and groaning, Samus didn't even care about anyone around her, or the match; nothing but her ballooning tits, which were now bigger than beanbag chairs and just kept growing. She felt the pace speed up even more and she let out a shout as they crawled across the stone surface of the Battlefield. Mac became concerned. Would there be a course to be standing on if she kept growing like this? On and on they surpassed all sorts of sizes. They were soon 1 yard wide and grew more and more, flesh piling on flesh. Samus bent forward, her pleasurable stupor now shorting out her whole mind. The world was nothing. It was nothing but her and her massive, massive breasts that just kept getting bigger. And bigger. Soon they were bigger than her. She leaned onto them and soon felt herself being lifted up by them. Had they sped up again? Samus couldn't tell. All she knew right now was how great it felt. How all this energy that seeped through her body made her feel so alive, like an orgasm she had never been truly able to experience on her own. They soon were making an advancement out and away, towards the edges of the stage. As big as automobiles, then even bigger, Samus being raised high above her taut melons. She squeezed into them. They were soft, but firm, and even though they were squished into the ground, they somehow remained perfectly spherical. How as this possible? The more she thought about this, the more she was brought back into the real world. Soon she opened her eyes and saw nothing but a sea of creamy white cleavage. It took a few seconds to register, but when it did, Samus let out a long, loud shriek. “YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS?! HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA GO ON FOR?!” Samus shouted out angrily, kicking her feet against her trailer-sized boobs. She was about to have her answer. She felt it start in her crotch. All the built up energy was radiating all throughout her. Her anger seemed to melt out of her as she focused on the sudden spike of energy. She began trembling, wobbling back and forth on her tanker tits. Suddenly, the energy shot directly into her mammoth breasts. With one long, loud scream, Samus rose high into her sky, her breasts exploding with growth. The energy it radiated knocked Mac sky high. He flew far away from the stage and plummeted down into the pit, where he would be admitted to the re-spawn area momentarily. Samus' breasts had taken up the entire surface of the Battlefield stage. She had risen up to be almost as tall as the stage was wide. Samus, as well as the audience, stared at them. Dumbfounded. She couldn't even see her nipples anymore, but they were huge. Her aerolas as large as trash can lids, and her nipples poking out to almost a foot long Seconds passed by as all the energy seeped out of her. Soon she found herself shrinking rapidly, much faster than she had grown, more and more until she was back to her original size. There was absolute silence for a few moments until the audience burst out cheering. “This game's winner is: Zero Suit Samus!” The announcer's voice rang out above the cheering. Samus was happy she had won, but that feeling was mixed with a bitter taste of utter embarrassment. “Well...anyone want to tell me what the hell that was about?” She muttered. Meanwhile, on another course just a little ways away, a very confused Jigglypuff sat behind the steering wheel of a sleek orange Gunship. “J-Jiggly?” THE END!