Bim-Ball: Zero Suit Samus (Smash Bimbofication Fic) (Patreon)

Hey folks! Did you know that it's Metroid Month? (I hope you do, Metroid Dread's been an amazing game so far.) Well in honor of that, let's return to our roots and give Samus some attention this week. I'm sure she'll appreciate it!

(Next week I'll be trying out something a little new, I think, so things may be a bit different here next Wednesday!)

(Apologies to anyone who got this 12 hours early, I misclicked while setting it up the schedule!)

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(Contains bimbofication!)

The smash invitational tournament is perhaps one of the most exclusive venues in modern times (with apologies to participants and watchers from either future or past realms). Simply attending was, of course, always an honour – and an interesting experience, as fighters from multiple worlds met, fought, and exchanged cooking tips. (Samus wasn’t entirely sure if she’d ever make use of the recipe Link had given her for smoked dodongos, but there were a few similar looking species in her galaxy that she would be happy to test it on).

All that said, though… Naturally, when you gathered this many competitive people from the multiverse in one place… Well, the competition was going to run hot. Rivalries, alliances, treachery and prizes – oh yes, the smash invitational was a supernova of intensity – the fighters took these battles seriously!

It was all in good fun, at least – the Master Hand made sure no one ever died from any of their fights, and for the most part the participants all conducted themselves honourably and didn’t hold grudges.

Or, when they cheated, they at least made it entertaining for the audience.

But some, admittedly, did take it all a bit more seriously than the rest. And things did have a tendency to get out of hand, even with the best of intentions behind them. That was probably what was behind the B-Ball incident…

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Samus paused to catch her breath, leaning her back against on of the cool metal walls that was giving her cover. She was in her zero-suit, sacrificing her armour and most of her heavier artillery for speed and stealth – surprisingly invaluable traits in a contest like this. Her suit was good for when she had to fight an army. For individual fighters like this? Manoeuvrability tended to win out, at least in her experience. Granted, some enemies deserved a full bombardment anyway, such a Ridley…

… But Ridley had been taken out early this contest, slammed out of the arena by Princess Peach, for which the space-faring blonde had given the woman a twenty minute cease fire instead of sniping her out immediately like she probably could have. A favour for a favour. And now Samus was mopping up in this part of the tournament, knocking out much smaller targets left and right.

So, when she heard the tell-tale sound of the smash orb spawning nearby, she couldn’t help but smile. There wasn’t anyone else in range – the powerup was as good as hers, and once she had it she’d really start kicking ass!

Except…

Samus knew something was wrong as soon as she stepped out and set eyes on what was supposed to be a big flashy sphere in rainbow colours with the tournament logo on it. Because this one… Wasn’t quite any of those things. Oh, it was a sphere, and it was big, but that was where the similarities stopped. This orb was pink, for one – and instead of the logo of the tournament, there was a capital B printed on the ball, surrounded by a twisting spiral…

The blonde hunter’s eyes narrowed as she stared at it. Was this some kind of new item? A powerup perhaps? That was strange – she’d studied the updated ruleset for the newest incarnation of the tournament and seen no mention of a strange… pink… Um…

She blinked slowly as the orb drifted closer towards her. What had she just been thinking? Oh, right, about the rules. Weird, it wasn’t like her to lose track of her train of thought like…. Like… um…

Why did her zero suit feel so tight? The hunter shifted uncomfortably. Normally her suit offered her the perfect freedom to move – neither too tight nor too loose. But now she could feel it pressing in on her, especially around her chest and her hips. It was even starting to creak like strained leather when she moved. Why?

Looking down, she was surprised to see her chest firmly outlined against the fabric of her suit. Surely it hadn’t been that tight when she’d put it on? She could even see her nipples pressing out, little blue bumps on top of jiggly mountains…

“Huh? That’s not right…” She murmured, not entirely aware that she’d started speaking aloud. “Like, why am I so horny all of a sudden…?”

And she really, really was. Her uncomfortable shifting had taken on another meaning entirely, a sudden wetness between her legs making her feel sticky and hot. She found herself licking her lips, suddenly wondering where all of the other fighters had gotten to. There were a lot of really handsome men and pretty women in this contest! Like, didn’t she, like, owe that Princess chick a favour? Mmm, she’d definitely be a fun fuck…

Wait. Samus closed her eyes, brow wrinkling. What… What was she thinking? What was going on? Her thoughts were so slow and unfocused, but she didn’t normally act like this, did she? She wasn’t some, some horny slut looking to get fucked all the time, right…?

… Mmm, she could go for a good fuck right now…

… No! No, something was wrong! She had to focus. This wasn’t her! Something was affecting her. But what could-

Unfortunately for Samus, as she opened her eyes to look around – her shrinking brain having already forgotten about the strange item she’d seen – the pink orb was in her face, waiting for her. Its pink spiral swirling around before her eyes, spinning, twisting around, sucking her attention down into its deep pink depths…

All thought about what was happening immediately flushed out of her head, flowing out down the spiral never to be seen again. Instead, happy thoughts about how good she felt and how nice this pink ball was, these fluffy, airy feelings filled her brain. A dumb smile spread over her lips as her gun clattered to the floor, her now free hand reaching between her legs to stroke, while the other groped her still growing breasts – her zero-suit now truly starting to tear.

“Mmm…” She half moaned, half giggled, pink spirals reflecting in her glazed eyes as she continued to stare deep into the B-ball. “Ohhh! Like, I wonder what this powerup does?”

And then, firmly in the grip of pink power, she reached up with one hand and prodded the ball in the side.

Pop!

The ball popped in a burst of pink, getting a gasp of surprise, and then a moan of pleasure, out of the simplified Samus.

Pop!

The hunter’s hips suddenly swelled up, her now massive ass tearing her zero-suit leggings to shreds for a moment, before the fabric was consumed by a wave of pink and rewoven into tight booty jeans that just barely kept her majestic trunk in their trunk – so long as she kept them unbuttoned. Her jetboots quietly reformed as a nice pair of hooker-heels too, just to complete the look.

Pop!

As below, so above – Samus’s breasts burst through the remains of her top, swelling up until they were both bigger than her head. Her nipples stood out tall and proud, until her top was also recreated, this time the fabric becoming a leopard print tank top with a massive cleavage window. It managed to wrap around her titanic titties, barely, though it did absolutely nothing to stop their bounce and jiggle.

Pop!

And that was the sound of the hunter’s brain, the mind feared by an entire galaxy of evildoers, popping like a balloon, bursting apart as a wave of pink washed through her soul – all facts, figures, and the ability to count past six drizzling out of her ears. A stupid smile became her default expression as her lips plumped up and her eyes glazed completely, irises turning a warm shade of pink, and her hair fell out of its traditional near ponytail to hang long and loose.

In a single flash and a wave of pink, the B-ball and the feared hunter Samus Aran disappeared completely – and all that was left in their place was a horny bimbo whore.

“Like, what was I doing again?” Sammy Zero – so named because there was absolutely nothing she wouldn’t do for the right price – asked, a finger ditzily pressed against her thick cock-sucker lips. “It was somethin’ important, right?”

She thought for a moment, one hand absently squeezing her boobs through her top, before giving up with a giggle.

“Oh, like, duh, I forgot! I’m too dumb to remember somethin’ like that!” She knocked a knuckle against her hollow head. “Oh well! Guess I’ll just, like, find someone who’s lookin’ for a good time~”

For some reason she was thinking of a princess-looking lady in a pink dress… Ohhh, maybe she could find her! Giggling again, boobs bouncing and ass swaying, Sammy sauntered off towards where she thought she last saw the babe – and left all memory of Samus Aran behind forever.

And elsewhere, in a different part of the tournament, another pink orb with a capital B spawned in, waiting for a new player to find it…