Ch 1: Impact

It was done. Her voyage in Tallon IV had come to an end.

Samus Aran. Ex-Galactic Federation soldier turned ace bounty hunter. She watched out across the decrepit planet of Tallon IV as it slowly imploded upon itself, the corruption of Metroid Prime being too great for it. Sparks and flares of light reflected off her crystal blue eyes as she viewed the disaster. 

There was nothing more she could do for it. She had to go.

Entering through the top of her ship, Samus prepared for her flight to the nearest Repair Outpost. The jets began their propulsion as she slowly but gradually took off into the air, putting extra thrust into the engines as to escape the gravitational pull of the now destroyed planet.

She grunted slightly, feeling twitches and pangs of pain within various parts of her body. Her Varia suit had been greatly damaged as a result of Phazon exposure, even if it had been removed completely by the beast that was Metroid Prime. As she put the ship into auto-pilot, marking her destination on her holo-map, she stood up from her seat and walked over to the suit repair bay in her ship. Though her ship was a bit on the small side, it suited her and all her needs. Towards the front was her captain's seat, and towards the back was the machine she had built mostly on her own, with some assistance from a few ex-Federation partners.

She entered the metallic tube-like chamber and pressed a few buttons on the side, preparing herself for the removal process. It wasn't exactly a...pleasant experience. Since the Varia suit was essentially embedded into her own DNA, it could be mildly painful when it ever needed to come off. But she had taken it off so many times to shower and various other activities many times before, so the pain was just something she was used to. The added discomfort from the recent corruption wasn't helping, however. But Samus could take it. She had felt worse many, many times before. For some reason, she had a flashback to her previous battle with Mecha Ridley, as well as several other battles with the high-ranked Space Pirate himself. She shuddered a bit, but shook it off, knowing that any and all danger of Ridley had been destroyed with the planet she had just escaped.

Several moments passed. Steam began to spew out of the suit removal device. Slowly but surely, piece by piece of the Varia suit was lifted from her body, until eventually the chest piece lifted a bit, drifting to the side. The rest of the front soon followed, and she was able to freely walk out of it. She rubbed her arms a bit; having been in the suit for so long, it was odd to feel the skin-tight latex-like material of her Zero Suit. A one-piece, bright blue jumpsuit that completely covered her, Samus actually wasn't fond of it, but it was either this, or go naked, and harsh metal and wires on bare skin didn't exactly sound efficient for her sorts of activities.

She stepped back over to the front of the ship, looking out the window and seeing the great mass of stars and distant planets in her view. Smiling slightly, she observed them and stood there, silent, thinking about what to do and where to go next. She would most likely have to report her findings to the Federation. She enjoyed visiting it once in a while and seeing old friends again, even if it was just for a day or two.

She heard the light buzzing of the suit being repaired behind her as her ship rocketed silently through space. 

Then, suddenly, her ship jolted to the left. Samus caught herself on her chair as she looked on the map. Nothing was within the radar. Confused, she looked out the window and saw a small space station in the distance. She cursed under her breath, then took a seat, opening up the control index and pressing a few of the symbols. Sparks flew. The ship jostled as it was pulled towards the station. She began to press the hyper drive button, but it was no use. All the power on the ship was draining. Lights flickered and the screen in front of her flicked to static. 

More sparks shot out of various parts of the inside of her ship as warning lights began to flash.

'WARNING! WARNING! POWER CELLS REACHING CRITICAL DEPLETION! REPLENISH AT NEAREST CONVENI-' 

The electronic voice dropped out into a low tone as her ship officially shut down completely. Samus was plummeting towards the station. She had no control. No power. Impact was imminent. She stumbled over to the small safety bunker she had built inside the side of her ship and opened the latch as flames began to appear on the sides of her ship's front visor. Bracing for impact, all Samus could do was hope for the best...

BANG!

Her ship crashed through the roof of the station, shredding through the metal and down another floor until it finally stopped with a mighty “CRUNCH”. She laid there in the small bunker, catching her breath. She opened the hatch, observing the condition of her ship. To her surprise, the inside looked perfectly fine. Nothing was loose, cracked or even damaged, not even the front window! She crawled out, standing straight and rubbing the back of her head, her platinum blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She decided the hairstyle was unnecessary at this point and removed the band, letting her hair flow past her shoulders.

“Shit.” She muttered, stepping around and looking around her ship. She then began proper protocol for crash landings. Opening the dashboard, she pulled out two items: a scanning visor and a distress beacon. She wrapped the visor around her ear and adjusted it across one eye, the device blinking to life and showing her a loading screen. As it did, she powered up the beacon and set it aside. 

When the visor had finished loading, she opened the top door of her ship a crack and began to scan the atmosphere.

'Signals detect no poisonous anomalies.' The robotic female voice spoke to her, reassuring her that it was safe to breathe on this terminal. She let out a sigh of relief and completely opened the hatch, taking the beacon with her.

She stepped onto the smooth metal surface of the station, looking upwards and seeing the damage she had done. Somehow, however, there was no vacuum created by space.

“There must be some sort of barrier across the station, preventing that...” Samus mused, stepping on the slightly uneven surface of the floor, setting the beacon down and turning it on. After a few seconds, the beacon let out a signal of denial. Samus shot the device a glare of annoyance and picked it back up. The small screen told her everything she needed to know.

'Signal Denied: Electromagnetic Interference Detected.' She sighed.

“That'd explain the strong pull on my ship...” She muttered to no one in particular. “This place looks abandoned”. She stepped towards the door of the room she had crashed into, looking into the next room and seeing a very faint light emit from the phosphorescent rods above her. “Disrepair, most likely...I wonder why...” Just then, she heard something scurry right near her. She withdrew her Paralyzer and took aim at the source of the noise instinctively, stepping carefully towards it.

Silence.

She took another step, then another, approaching the unknown anomaly with caution. She then saw a black blur of some kind dart from underneath a pile of empty engineer outfits and into the next room. She took a shot, but missed just barely.

“Well, I suppose I am not alone here then.” She re-holstered her stun gun and began to think. “What else is new...?” She silently remarked sarcastically. She stepped back over to her ship, returning the beacon to its place, but leaving it on, just in case. “So...I need to find both the source of the electromagnetism and destroy it...and find enough energy to fuel my ship if I ever want to make it off this thing...” She smirked as she stepped back over to her Varia suit. To her dismay, it hadn't finished repairing. The emergency unlock allowed it to disconnect from the repair station, but it was still nowhere near functional in its current condition, she could tell just by looking at it. She grunted in annoyance.

“And my Varia suit isn't functional in this state either...” She shrugged. “No matter.” She pulled her gun back out and put it to maximum voltage. “Now then...to investigate...”

Ch. 2: Biological Storage

Samus stepped out from the small room behind her and into a larger, more open one. It looked like a sort of conference room, meant for meetings and drawing plans. She also knew that they used these rooms as storage for vital information and began to search around for hidden vaults. She stepped around the table in the center, which only had one leg to stand on at this point, and was coated in dust and...other substances she wasn't exactly sure of. As she carefully motioned her way around it, the lights got dimmer, to the point where they hardly emitted any light whatsoever. Deciding that she needed as much light as she could get, she switched on the front light of her visor, as well as the heat sensor setting. As she stepped over a dilapidated office chair, she came upon something: a small crack in the wall.

Stepping over, she began to pick at it, wedging her fingers as best as she could within it and pressing her weight to the side, hoping the panel would slide over. After a bit of effort, the hidden vault creaked its way open to reveal a small metal orb. Samus reached in and grabbed it carefully, studying it, only to discover that it was what she needed – a holo-map! 

Twisting it clockwise until she heard a click, the orb popped upwards and shot out a bright laser slightly upwards. After a few moments of loading, the map of the station finally came into clear view, though it did flicker a few times here or there. As she looked it over, she noticed that she was indeed inside a conference room, as she had inferred. There were several other sections, as well as several more conference rooms, but she needn't search those, she had found what she wanted in this one.

What was more interesting were the three glowing orbs on the three corners of the ship. They were very close by, and with this map Samus realized that this station wasn't very big at all. 

“This'll be simple then...” Samus muttered as she assumed that the three points on the map correlated to energy generators. These generators held usually the same amounts of energy that helped power the station's cloaking device, but with the station in such a state of disrepair, she was sure that the energy levels were erratic. Putting all that aside, Samus knew that she could get the energy from the power cells and power her ship with it. And if she drained the power from the station, the electromagnetic field that surrounded it would most likely shut off!

“Perfect...one of these stations.” Samus now perfectly understood where she was – this was a test station. These stations performed various technological and chemical experiments to help advance science. They had to be heavily cloaked in order to remain off the radar of passing Space Pirates, which explained the electromagnetic radiation. She had traveled to one of these before in the past, but was unsure why this one was in such a state of disrepair. 

She committed the map to memory, then returned it to its spot, having nowhere to put it on her person. It was then that she heard something shift just to the side of her. 

Samus stepped backwards, pulling her Paralyzer out quickly and aiming it in the direction of the sound. But all she saw was a corpse – one of an engineer. She could tell by its outfit and tool belt. Its head lay cocked to one side, still donning its full uniform, helmet included. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning around to see if there was any sort of other threat around her, the light from her visor glinting off of several of the metal surfaces that were scattered across the room.

Another noise emitted from the very same spot. Samus' eyes darted back over to the engineer. It was moving. Ever so slightly, the seemingly dead body lifted its head towards Samus. Slowly. Carefully. For a few brief moments, it did nothing but gaze at her, and she gazed right back, gun pointed directly at it, unfaltering. After those moments ended, however, it began to lift its hand just as groggily as it had its head. As soon as it was directly out from its body, Samus could hear a weak voice choke out from the near-death engineer.

“T...take this...” Was all it could say before it dropped the object in its possession. The engineer slumped over, limp from death. The small metal object rattled across the floor and rolled over to Samus' feet. She kept her gun aimed at the body for a few more seconds, then decided to bend over and pick up the unknown object.

“Hmm...” She thought carefully to herself as she looked at it. It was a small, slim metal cylinder. Hollow, but with an odd symbol on its side. “Looks like a sort of...engineer key...” She thought to herself. She shrugged, and began to scan it with her visor.

'No pathogens detected. Object is clean'. The voice told her with 100% accuracy.

“Odd that a corpse wouldn't have any sort of filth or disease...” Not sure of what she needed it for, but deciding it must have some sort of practical use on the ship, Samus put the object inside her tight pocket, and it fit snugly near her thigh. She gave the corpse one last scan with her visor, finding no strange anomalies, then began her search for the three power cell cores.

Stepping carefully into the adjacent hallway, Samus kept her Paralyzer poised for any sort of surprise that may try to jump out at her. Despite the ship not being in use, this area in particular didn't look badly damaged. 

'Whatever disabled this place...took it out from the inside...' she thought to herself as she stepped towards her destination: the first power core. 

Samus took her time and observed the condition the hallway was in. It seemed as if the further she moved on, the more damage was done to the station, which was odd. Panels of metal were missing and wires in the walls were exposed. Light fixtures were dangling or missing entirely. Samus still had no clue what could have caused this. It didn't seem like ordinary disrepair to her...

As she made her way down the hall and to her first generator room, a faint noise could be heard from the walls. Giving a quick glance around the room, Samus made sure she was in the clear and kept moving, Paralyzer poised for any sort of disturbance. 

And yet, somehow, something managed to sneak up on her and bite onto her leg.

“UNGH!” Samus quickly kicked her foot in reflex, kicking away the unknown creature. She whipped around to face it and saw in shifting around, scrambling to get back onto its feet after it had been flung so harshly. Samus approached the creature, a strange crab-like monstrosity. In fact, it actually looked a bit like an ordinary Space Crab, but something was...off about it. An ordinary Space Crab was covered in a hard shell, and had a bright red hue to it. They usually had one large pincer and one smaller one, as well as four tiny legs that helped it scuttle around, back and forth. This was all topped off by three glowing yellow eyes, with one large one in the center of its face, with two very small one surrounding the main eye.

This monstrosity, however, looked soft, squishy, and incredibly slimy, as if it had been plucked from its shell, and it seemed to be colored a sickly purple color. Its tiny legs looked engorged and inflamed, and it even looked as if some were missing. Both arms on it were massive, and had some sort of appendages to them, like it had tried to evolve fingers but just didn't do it right. To top it all off, this Space Crab had two pincer-like jaws for a mouth, something a normal Space Crab rarely had, and even if it did, they wouldn't be nearly as pronounced or large. It looked like bones were jutting out of its body to form the jaws.

Despite this, Samus remained undeterred. Her stun pistol aimed at the ready, she prepared herself for whatever this odd creature had in store. It eventually flipped itself upright and glared at her with a sort of malice. Space Crabs were territorial, yes, but this wasn't exactly their natural habitat. Something was off here, that much was obvious to Samus.

Before Samus could do any more analysis upon the creature, it lunged at her. Before it could get much closer, however, she let off a stun shot, blasting the creature backwards in a dazzling light. It collided hard with the wall behind it and seemed to crumple, like whatever it had for a spine had been shattered. 

“What in the...” Taking a few steps forward, a bit more cautious than before, Samus decided to take a scan of the now dead-looking creature. After a few moments, the scan visor beeped with its results:

'Genealogy: Space Crab. Species: Unknown and/or Tampered' Samus furrowed her brow, then took another look at the crab. 

“Odd...perhaps a failed experiment?” She shrugged and stood back up, heading back over to the generator room down the hall. “Not much I can do for it now...but I should stay on my toes. There may be more...” She looked down at her ankle where the crab had bitten her, but it didn't seem to have even made a tear on her suit, much to her relief.

Finally, she managed to make it into the first generator room. The power cell in front of her was in the shape of a giant cylinder. There were various marks on it, to indicate power level and charge. This generator was near empty, the light that it filled up to only making it to the very bottom benchmark. This obviously wasn't the main generator, but the protocol on space stations was that all power generators were to remain at the same charge. 

“Well, that explains the massive electromagnetic spike. There must be a generator on here just bursting with energy...” Samus took a look around. It was a very small room, like a broom closet. The light above flickered on and off with every surge that the weak generator seemed to emit. Studying the cylinder with closer detail, Samus found a small cylindrical siphon on the side, and she assumed it was for emergency energy draining. Otherwise, the generators were pretty self-sustaining and needed very little charge to operate.

“Hmm...” Samus studied the siphon a bit more intently and then looked about the room for ways of draining the cylinder. Finding none, she was then reminded of the engineer. He would know what to do here... “Ah!” An idea coming to her mind, she reached into her side pocket and retrieved the small, sleek tube that had been handed to her by the dying man. “Now how do I...” 

Switching her visor to info-scan, Samus did a reading on the tube to get some answers.

'Microbiological Energy Converter. Install into suit in order to carry energy from generator sources.' Samus chuckled. She was lucky that her Zero-Suit came outfitted with a few inventions that engineers had. Usually when they did an energy converter draw, it would course throughout their whole body, no matter how much energy was taken. It would store evenly across the person, and most would have no idea that they were carrying extra pounds within them.

Samus stuck the tube, which seemed to be a bit dented on the side, into her wrist, where it took a few seconds to confirm that a connection had been made. After a muted “beep”, Samus approached the cylinder and attached her end to the siphon, beginning the transfer sequence.

A few seconds passed and Samus waited. She kept her ears open, in case there was any sort of intruders while she was in a sort of defenseless state. 'This might be enough energy to leave here...but I don't have any way of releasing the energy without putting it back into the generators. My ship is the only option at this point...and that damn emergency mode makes it so I can only inject a specific amount of fuel...in this case, all of it. So I'll need to draw from all of these first so I can leave-' Samus' thoughts were interrupted by a faint tingling in her chest.

“Mmmph...I forgot how odd this could feel...” She mumbled as the warmth increased by the second. The cylinder, although nearly empty, was taking forever to drain, and she could only feel herself getting hotter. It was starting to get uncomfortable. “Ugh..what is going on with thi-” Samus' eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she looked down to investigate the source of the heat.

Her breasts. They had grown. Ever so slightly, they look about a centimeter bigger than they had before. Samus shook her head, thinking that the energy draw was messing with her head, making her delusional. But there was no mistaking it-her breasts were bigger! And they were still growing!

In a panicked fervor, Samus tried to pry herself from the siphon, but it was no use – she had to stay hooked in until the generator was completely empty. She struggled and gasped as her breasts continued to puff up, centimeter by centimeter, her light blue vinyl-like skin tight suit stretching outwards as she grew.

“Oh no!” was all she could gasp out. She had entered D-cup territory, from what she could tell, having once been a mere C-cup. “This...this has to stop!” She cried out, her panic going off the charts. Never had she dealt with something like this. Sure, she had dealt with aliens and Space Pirates no problem, but this was different. She was changing. Slowly but surely, she was gaining mass, her suit creaking and recalculating its size based on the changes that were being made.

As more and more energy piled into her, Samus pleaded with the device to end its draw soon, as her breasts became as big around as softballs, and remained incredibly perky. She could only assume that she had broken through a DD-cup. 

“No...no!” Samus was nearly speechless. She could only sputter in awe and worry as her breasts continued their charge into larger dimensions. The warmth that continued to flow within her chest made her feel strange. Aroused. This arousal mixed with fear for some reason only led to more arousal. Samus bit her lip and closed her eyes, still shaking and hoping for the ride to soon be over before she could no longer see her feet...

And just like that, her wish was granted.

'Generator Drain Complete' an automated voice rang out.

Samus was released from the device and stumbled backwards against the wall behind her. She slid down onto her bottom and clutched her sides as the warmth seeped out of her. She now felt incredibly cold, as if she had been tossed into the deep fields of the Phendrana Drifts, a place she had just left behind.

Tentatively, she brought a hand to them, and grasped into them

“Yep...they're real.” Samus stated bluntly. “Odd...it feels as if the energy was converted into...tissue?” This raised a bit of dread into her mind, wondering if the tissue could be turned back into energy or if she was...stuck like this? Samus shook away the thought. Of course she could convert it back. Now was not a time to be delusional. She stood defiantly, but wobbled a bit on her feet, not used to the added pounds upon her front.

“Minor setback...if this is the only way I can get out of here...then I suppose I'll have to put up with these for now.” Now that the initial panic had worn off, Samus' resolve had been revived. She turned to head towards the next generator room to start the process again. Although she was understandably anxious about undergoing another process like that, she knew it had to be done if she ever wanted to get off of this blasted space station.

Suddenly, she heard a soft bang ring out from not so far off in the station. She let out a sigh and made her way to the doorway.

“Still not alone, eh?” She looked down at her new slightly larger chest and shrugged sarcastically. “Can't be any worse than what I already have to deal with...”

Ch 3: Mutations

Cold silence. A brief chill in the air. Samus stepped quietly, only hearing the occasional buzz from the dying lights above. She soon reached her destination: the access to the second floor. Unfortunately, the elevator no longer had any power, so she needed to find alternate means of transport. Namely, the hatch on the ceiling, which stored a ladder, in case of emergencies such as this. Pulling out her paralyzer and setting it to 'whip', she pointed upwards towards the handle, only around 6 or 7 feet from where she was standing. She felt her breasts slightly squish between her elbows, a sensation she was not at all used to. Shaking her head to regain focus, she let out a deep breath and shot, an electrified whip of energy shooting from her gun.

It stretched out, then clung onto the handle, wrapping tightly around it. With a sharp pull downwards, she felt the door creak open noisily. Her breasts wobbled wildly, her tight blue suit creaking in response. The hatch finally opened, the ladder slowly making its way down, squealing loudly. It looked worn and rusted, and bent up in several areas. Several steps were missing.

“What in the world...?” Samus inquired rhetorically, studying the ladder. “How did this get so badly damaged?” She stared up at the opening and saw only pitch blackness. Letting out a sigh and flipping on her visor's flashlight, she began her ascent into the floor above. 

With one final crawl up in through the opening, Samus pulled herself upwards, her breasts brushing by the cold metal of the hatch, sending shivers down her spine. Taking a moment to recollect herself, she scanned the immediate area, making sure she was alone.

'No life forms detected' the visor spoke to her in its quietest setting. Samus nodded and proceeded around the room. It seemed to be a small circular room, most likely separating the escape elevator from the hallway. As Samus studied around, she discovered claw marks on the walls, drag marks on the floor. Blood was plastered near around her, dried to a dark brown hue. 

“My God...” Samus took a closer look, seeing that the claw marks were relatively deep within the steel wall. “...whatever I am dealing with here...its much more than just Space Crabs...” There was a sudden sound of skittering feet across metal. Samus immediately reacted, pulling out her gun and facing the source of the sound. It continued, pacing up and down, until it finally stopped for a moment. All Samus could hear was a faint gurgling growl from outside the door, until it finally scurried away. Although its footsteps sounded light, the growl it made sounded like that of much larger beast.

Samus stepped carefully to the doorway, noticing that the door was no longer on its hinges and was leaning against the wall in front of her. 

“Damn...” Samus studied the opening. It was small, but with her slim frame, she could most likely fit through. She didn't want to move it, as that may alert the creature that had just passed by. She decided to squeeze through, as quietly as she could. Putting her arm through first, she moved her slim hips towards the door and sidled further through it before she encountered an issue.

The side of her left breast pressed into the front of the door, preventing her from moving much further.

“Ugh! These things are becoming a hassle...” Samus muttered to herself. She twisted in place, hoping to squeeze her breasts as best she could through the small opening. She brought a hand to them and began to push them through as best she could. The pressure exerted on them began to evoke a sense of pleasure throughout them, which Samus reacted to immediately. Pulling her hand away in shock, she began to breathe heavily for a moment before collecting herself again.

“Well...this won't be as...easy as I thought...” She pursued her goal, pressing against her mounds to hope that her blue vinyl covered boobs would finally pop through. Eventually she managed to get one pressed into the doorway, completely squished. The feeling rose higher and higher, and Samus squirmed in response. She shifted her torso until her left breast had gotten un-stuck. However, her right breast was now an issue. Biting her lip, fighting the moans from the pleasure that was now exploding through her whole body, she finally managed to pop through all the way, nearing falling on her face. She stood up straight, dusted herself off, and exhaled, her bust heaving with her breath.

“Well...at least that's over...” She stared around herself. This was indeed a hallway. A slim, metallic hallway, completely dark and silent. To her left was a mass of rubble and scrap, completely blocking off access to that section of the hallway. To her right was a trail of blood that led out of the hallway and into a room across the hall. Without blinking an eye, Samus followed it, gun at the ready, as she entered the room in question.

It was a laboratory. Desks were tossed aside and broken apart. The projection screen was scratched beyond the point of recognition. Broken glass and various colored liquids covered the floor before her. Samus stepped lightly, her thruster heels making slight crunching noises in the glass, which she soon tried to avoid. She noticed something ahead, towards the front of the room. A body, that of a man, standing and facing the wall. Keeping her gun at the ready, Samus continued to approach the man.

“Identify yourself.” Samus spoke clearly, but tried not to shout. The body didn't move, it merely stood, shaking slightly. Its arm occasionally twitched, and she could see other spasms occurring throughout its form. Just as she was a few feet away, the body turned. 

It had no face. Whatever it had before was either torn off or completely dissolved with some sort of acidic material. Gaping wounds were draped across its chest. Even without a mouth, she heard a noise emit from it. She discovered what had made the noise.

The largest gash on its body was no gash – it was a mouth. Rows of sharp teeth lined up inside its mouth, and a slick, sharp tongue licked across them. The monster suddenly lunged towards Samus, gripping her by the shoulders and forcing her to the ground. Samus responded by rolling to the side and planting her foot firmly on its chest, blasting it with her space booster shoes. The creature shrieked and let go, Samus stepping back and immediately letting fire to it. 

It writhed spastically, but somehow managed to stand, once again lunging towards the bounty hunter. She dodged to the side, studying her surroundings for anything that may be able to assist her, since her paralyzer shots seemed to be ineffective. She noticed a large barrel in the far corner. The creature still dazed and regaining its balance from its missed tackle, Samus quickly turned the dial on her paralyzer to whip and shot towards the barrel, latching onto it. She tugged hard and thrust it into the anomalous monstrosity, causing it to fly back and to the floor. The plastic barrel cracked, gushing out its contents onto the monster.

It let out a shrill cry before slowly splitting apart, its appendages falling off as steam rose above it. After a few moments it died down, but Samus kept her guard up. Stepping carefully towards the mass that was once trying to kill her, she discovered that it had, indeed, died, reduced to nothing more than a pile on the floor. Finally settling down, Samus let out a sigh and resumed her walk to her destination.

Stepping towards the ajar door on the far side of the room, Samus stepped back out into the hallway, finding more collapsed rubble blocking the way down, forcing her to take yet another detour into the room ahead of her. The room was small, but filled with monitors and various cabinets that were now in shambles, papers strewn and ripped to shreds across the floor. The ceiling light looked as if someone had rammed their head into it at full force.

“Hmmm...an office...” Samus muttered as she walked towards the desk. To the side she saw a small tablet, the screen cracked and smudged with grime. She scanned it with her visor, which showed that the electronic device was somehow still functional despite its condition. Samus picked it up and pressed the power button, the screen flickering blue for a moment before it showed a very simple document, written in white letters across a blue background. They seemed to be notes of some kind.

“Day 3: Specimen has not yet reacted to the Ph...” The screen had gone black in the area it was crushed, cutting off some of the words. She couldn't scroll up or down, so she decided to continue reading. “...Day 7: Specimen has now developed a green tint. Further research shows that...ay 15: Specimen has developed incredible strength, causing 4 major inju...21: Unable to locate specimen. Search parties are active and base is now in red alert. Day...causes mutations within the cellular structure of humanoids. Avoid at all co...”

It ended there.

Samus thought for a moment, setting the tablet down.

“This...is a genetic experiment base...” She paced back out into the hallway, deep in thought. “That would explain the electromagnetic invisibility cloak...and also how it went haywire. Their creations escaped. Can they really...?” Samus looked down near her ankle, where the mutated Space Crab had bitten her. Thankfully, the suit had not even been penetrated. “I need to get off this thing...and fast...” 

Her flashlight flickered off the metal hallway, flashing reflections across the other surfaces as she investigated the pile of rubble. Luckily, there was a small crawlspace, one that she had not seen from the other angle that she had entered with. She leaned down flat on her chest, feeling her boobs press against it firmly and eliciting a shiver throughout her body. The cold metal sent a chill down her spine, and she felt her breasts react accordingly, her nipples immediately standing out to attention; well, they would be if they weren't firmly pressed against the floor, that is. She muffled a moan as best she could, her cheeks flushing with pleasure and embarrassment over her lack of self control. She crawled forward, dragging her large jugs across the ground. This sent sharp spikes of pleasure into her whole body, causing her to gasp and cringe, trying to keep up the wiggling through the small space. Inch by inch she crawled, the pleasure growing as she did so. She quickened her pace, the tunnel being longer than she had anticipated. Just when she thought she was going to completely release...

The exit. She gave one final push through the whole and immediately stood to her feet. She leaned a hand against the adjacent wall and regained her breath, her chest heaving heavily up and down, nipples still at full attention. Their forms were clearly noticeable through the skin tight light blue material. 

“Ugh...can't wait to get all this energy out of my chest...mmf...” She collected herself once more, heading towards the first door on her left. It just so happened to be the next generator room. This one was just as small and cramped, a room barely bigger than a broom closet that contained a cylinder with a mysterious glowing energy. It seemed to be half full, emitting small sparks here and there.

Samus swallowed, her mouth dry as her nerves tensed up. How bad could this one possibly be? Pulling out the device and sticking it into her arm, she connected herself to the machine and awaited the process. It was almost instantaneous this time.

“AUGH!” She couldn't control her utterings of euphoria. Her breasts puffed up and inch, causing her suit to creak in protest. The suit could thankfully restructure itself to fit her form in a few seconds. She was going to need that.

**pffffft*

She could actually hear the energy making its way into her chest, making it puff suddenly outwards once more, nearing the size of her head. She writhed and moaned, the energy not even close to finished.

Another inch was added. Then another. And another. On and on they charged forward, her suit moaning along with her as they finally reached head sized. But they only seemed to speed up in their growth. The puffs were rapid now, every second leading to another inch, then another. 

“Noooooo!” Samus cried out pitifully. Never had she been put in these sort of circumstances before. She had fought and killed countless Space Pirates, creatures and aliens. But this energy conversion had become her greatest adversary – one that could only be conquered in time.

Samus leaned forward, the weight of her prodigious bosom starting to get to her, now reaching the size of basketballs. The energy tank was almost finished, but Samus didn't notice. She was caught up in the pleasure and the panic, groaning and moaning as she brought a single hand to her left breast, playing with her nipple subconsciously. She squeezed her thighs together closely and rubbed them together. Even though she was alone, she was mortified of her lack of self control.

The energy was almost depleted as her breasts reached their over-inflated basketball state. Samus could feel the pleasure beginning to peak. It was at its crest, just on the horizon, she was going to make it...

But just like that, it ended. Samus collapsed, her breasts jiggling and bouncing into her face. Her arm disconnected from the now empty generator and she slumped onto her massive rack. She just laid there, breathing heavily into her bosom, a solid 9 inches pushing our from beyond her body. Lifting her head, she looked on, her eyes widening when she finally took in the sheer size of her tits.

“Oh...oh no...” She brought her hands up to them and squeezed. Her flesh pushed up and squeezed between her fingers, pleasantly soft, but still having a firm springiness to them. The squeeze stirred the feelings inside of her once again, and she quickly whipped her hands away.

“Oh...ohhh...ok, no...no touching then...” She wiped the sweat from her forward, glad that her experience was over. Slowly, she pushed herself up to her feet, feeling her breasts wobble to and fro as she steadied herself. “They’re just so...impossible...” Samus was speechless. All she could do was gaze downward, now missing the sight of her feet. She snapped herself out of it, remembering her prime directive. One generator remained. Then she could leave this God-forsaken station.

As she stepped towards the doorway, she took a minute to reflect upon her situation. The last station  was located in the main deck, and it most likely held most of the power. 

“I wonder...how much bigger I'll get...” She tried to push the thought out of her mind and resumed her now much wobblier walk towards the main deck.

Ch 4: Awakening

Just a little further. One more room away, that's all I need to go.

Samus had a mantra to push herself towards the final room, the main deck. Located there was the final generator. Absorbing its energy would be enough to power her ship, as well as deactivate the electromagnetic field surrounding the station. One foot ahead of the other, Samus couldn't take her eyes off of her massive bust. Swinging and jiggling within her now ultra tight Zero Suit were her swollen breasts, full of energy she had sapped from the machines. Even if it was energy, it didn't feel like it. It felt soft, pliable, like any sort of normal breast tissue. This concerned her, but she tried to push it out of her mind as she approached the large door that led to the main deck.

“Here we are...” Samus hesitated, thinking over her options. Sapping this energy might be dangerous. Who knew if she would be able to walk after she took this final bit of energy? She predicted that the generator in the main deck held the most energy, being the main reservoir. What did that mean for her?

Sighing and shaking her head, Samus pulled upon the locking mechanism, turning it to the right, letting a hissing noise emit from the room. The doors slowly screeched out of the way, allowing the entrance to be revealed. Hefting herself forwards, her bowling ball boobs flopping forward a bit despite her tight vinyl suit, she stepped inside, taking note of her surroundings.

Ahead of her was the main flight control deck. Up some stairs lied a semi circle of control panels. Behind that was two leather chairs, ripped to shreds with cotton material spilling from the most damaged areas. Beyond the chairs was a massive screen, which Samus assumed was the main communication device. Surrounding her left and right side was more monitors, all broken, darkened, or in disrepair. The only light source was in the center of the room: the generator. It sparked erratically, letting out a low hum with occasional high pitched tones. 

Samus stepped slowly towards it, ready to begin the process. Pulling out the tube to make contact, just as she stepped to it, she saw something drop near her feet. A liquid substance. A slime of sorts. Tinted green. She stepped back, pulling out her gun and pointing it upwards (whacking her knockers in the process). Her light head spot light revealed the source of the substance.

Samus couldn't really detect what it was. It was a mass of all sorts of different masses and body parts – limbs, organs, faces all fused and plastered together. It twitched in places, its blood red, brown, and pale flesh colors all letting out a cacophony of horror to Samus' eyes. One head began to pull its way downwards, its long neck of intestines and various other organs inching its way to the ground. Pincers, like crab claws, revealed themselves from the mass, like crab legs. They pinched outwards and lifted it downwards, letting it drop to the floor with a mighty “thud”. Samus dodged out of the way and stared over at the monstrosity. Sounds emitted from it. Clicks, gargles, moans and groans. The sounds came together until they eventually mixed into a single word.

“Assimilate”. It repeated that word, over and over, slowly crawling its way over with its useless claws. A pillar of meat with a head on top, drooling blood and other various liquids from its mouth and out of the pores in its throat. It coughed and wheezed as it moved. The pillar flattened out at the bottom, supported by its crab-like appendages. Something had gone terribly wrong with the experiments they had performed here, that much was obvious to Samus.

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Samus took aim and fired her paralyzer directly at its face. The shot stuc and let out a might “ZAP”, but to no avail. The creature let out a gurgle that sounded briefly like a laugh before continuing its slow crawl towards her. Samus let out another shot, then another, in various places. A weak point? In this mess of parts? Of course not...but what killed the other? Samus recalled what she had used in that room as she moved away from the slow moving monster. What was in that container she had tossed at the re-animated corpse? Acid? No, that had a distinct smell that Samus was all too familiar with it...the liquid had no odor...which meant...

“Its weak to water?” Samus thought. It can't be. Space crabs had a natural habitat within water, how could it melt within contact of it? Could all the gene splicing and reanimating have actually destroyed its entire composition in such a way? Samus couldn't believe such a thing, but as she gazed up at the mass of crab and old scientists and space pilots that stood before her, she knew that she had her answer. Now to employ her attack.

She looked about the room, searching up and down, until she found what she was looking for over head: a sprinkler system. She grinned, walking over to the emergency system console. It was running on its own power source, as most emergency systems do, so she still had a chance. Samus began to work her magic, typing and surfing through the various sections of the database as the monster slowly made its way towards her.

She wanted to type faster, but her bosom blocked most of her view. She tried to push it out of the way, mashing it this way and that.

“Ugh...these obnoxious little...” But there was nothing 'little' about them, and Samus knew this. She instead tried to rely upon her own strategy of merely guessing where the letters were on the keyboard. After a few minutes of trial and error, looking behind herself to see the creature slowly trudging towards her, its steps weak and futile, Samus had it. She typed in a few more strings of code before hitting enter until.

PSSHHHHHT!

Water flooded the room, blasting from the sprinklers above her. As the creature drew close, it let out a shrill scream of pain, collapsing down. Various parts began to fall off. An organ here, a limb there. Heads rolled upon the ground and across the floor. It eventually was reduced to nothing more than a steaming pile of old dead parts, letting out a final hiss as its life seeped out of it.

“Whatever that was...its gone now...” Samus muttered with a  sigh. She looked back at the generator and the anxiety welled back up within her. “Now for the real challenge.” She stepped up to it, taking the tube in her arm and implanting it into the re-director. She waited for a few seconds before a sudden blast of pleasure and pressure slammed into her chest, bringing her to her knees.

“Haauuuunnnh!” Samus let out a mix of a moan and a scream. She writhed in place, clutching her bosom with her free hand as it grew hotter and hotter to the touch. Energy was pushing and rushing into it fast. She could already feel them trembling in her grasp. Something big was happening, and it was too late to stop it. Her breasts suddenly puffed outwards an inch, her suit letting out a groan of displeasure. “Ooooh...so much...hunnnhhh....” They pulsed and quivered until they let out another growth spurt. More and more pressure built. It was as if her breasts couldn't keep up with the amount of energy being thrown into them at once and itwas just storing up for...

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Samus cried out as her breasts suddenly surged outwards almost a foot in diameter, her Zero Suit finally giving out and tearing around the sides and the front, allowing her soft, creamy skin to be displayed in various slash shaped holes across her boobs. “NO! OH GOD! WHAT...UNNNHH...” Samus was beginning to question her decision. Her breasts were easily the size of watermelons and were now gradually getting bigger right before her eyes by the second! Another tear crawled its way down her suit, then another, and another. More and more they pushed outwards, bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. Soon they rested on her legs gently, then they spilled across to her legs. They were getting massive in little time at all. Samus looked from them, back up to the generator. It was only halfway empty.

“OH GOD! PLEASYE! NO MORE!” Samus tugged and pulled at her arm, hoping the tube would dislodge and free her from the unabating growth. But to no avail. They merely pressed on. She stood, just barely, letting her boobs flop about on her stomach, getting big enough to hide her taught stomach. That's when her suit finally gave out. With a mighty ripping sound of thick fabric being utterly destroyed, her Zero Suit fell to pieces, leaving her nude from the chest up. 

Her breasts flopped forward, her nipples puffy and irritated. She reached out to them, but realized her fingers couldn't reach. “I'm so...huge...” One hand caressed the side of her growing mam as the other continued to suck in more and more energy, pushing and building inside her chest every second she stood there. Soon they had reached her waistline, their form projecting outwards by a solid foot and a half! Her nipples were engorged and sticking out, their buds as large as bathroom cups. Her aerolas rivaled tea plates in diameter. She couldn't take anymore.

She collapsed again, landing on her boobs rather than her knees. Panting and moaning, she squeezed and smashed every bit of pleasure from her boobs as they swelled bigger and bigger. Her mind was lost. All she could think about was her tits. Her huge, glorious tits! They were almost as big as her! No wait, they WERE as big as her now! They had attained Samus' height, approximately 6 feet wide all around. She laid on them, the final bits of energy slowly sapping from the generator and transferring to her boobs. Finally, it slowed to a crawl. 

She laid there on her massive rack, the room dark. Silent. Pungent with the scent of decay. She couldn't think of anything from where she laid. But she tried. 'How am I going to get to my ship now?' she thought. 'How am I going to get home? Am I stuck like this? Forever? Forever with these massive fucking tits of mine?! I'll be useless...I'll never be able to go out from ship again, let alone get around on other planets...let alone this station...I'm stuck...' For once in her life, Samus felt defeated. Destroyed. Not from Ridley. Not from Kraid or Mother Brain or any of her other past foes. But from herself. Herr own body had crippled her to nothing more than an attachment. An accessory to boobage. 

She could only lie there and think of all these ideas in silence. In a complete black void, she had no idea how much time was passing,. What day was it? Was it tomorrow? Was there a tomorrow? Did time exist in a place where there was no sun to revolve around?

Suddenly, a large thunk blasted through her philosophical thoughts. Samus' head shot upwards to see something that nearly made her cry in relief. 

A group of men, all dressed in official Galactic Federation gear. They had the insignia on their suit and everything. They scanned the area, gazing upon Samus with confusion before waving over one of their comrades. He stepped over, then removed his helmet, gazing down at Samus with kind, but authoritative eyes.

“My my, Miss Aran. Never thought I would see this happen to someone of your...talents...” He stepped around her as he spoke. Samus merely laid there, ass pointed into the air as she could only remained sprawled across her mattress sized bust. “You're lucky we heard your distress beacon.”

“Distress...beacon...?” Samus managed to gasp out through her deep, heavy breaths. That's when the memory rushed back to her: she had never turned off her emergency distress beacon back at the ship. When she had turned off the electromagnetic field, it was able to reach out and contact a passing ship. The Galactic Federation's very own rescue squad! The space police, as many people called them. Samus always chuckled at that term.

“No need to worry, Miss Aran.” The head officer assured her. He had gray, slicked back hair, as well as a long scar across his cheek. His eyes screamed intimidation, and whispered kindness softly in the background. “You're safe with us now. Boys, get the energy re-router. Have her drained immediately.”

“Yessir!” Two men yelled out before exiting the room. Samus looked up at the general in confusion.

“How did you...know...?” He chuckled.

“This isn't the first time I've seen a major energy reroute failure...though my first time, I saw it head to Nurse Celia's behind...much different scenario there...” He cleared his throat, and Samus could have sworn she saw a bit of color hit his cheeks. “In any case, we'll have you in moving condition in no time. No guarantees it will ALL go away, but it should relieve you of most of it.” Samus let out a sigh of relief into her massive, still jiggling bosom. 

“Thank you sir.” The man chuckled again, staring his daggers back at Samus.

“There's one condition, of course.” He replied as he pulled out a cigarette from his jacket pouch. “We rescued you? Well, now you need to do US a little rescue mission of your own.” He lit it up, taking a few puffs before looking back down at her. “Ever heard of the planet Aether?”

THE END