Bim-Ball: Samus and Lucina (Smash Robotization/Bimbofication) (Patreon)

And here's the promised second story!

I like doing two stories a week, but I'm not sure I can keep it up at a reasonable pace. If I can, I'll try to do so! The future shall tell. For now, enjoy!

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(Contains Robot TF, Princessification and bimbofication!)

Given what Lucina knew about Luigi, the green plumber who never seemed entirely comfortable with his role as a tournament fighter, his mansion seemed both incredibly fitting and also the worst place imaginable for the moustachioed man. Perhaps that was why he’d donated it to the tournament as a stage, to see it destroyed? He definitely wasn’t the sort who wanted ghosts hanging around his abode – but knowing his luck, that was just the sort of thing that was going to happen to him anyway.

As a stage, though, it functioned adequately. You wouldn’t really want to fight anyone here – the walls moved far too erratically, and a shifting battlefield meant any advantage you possessed could be gone in an instant one second to the next – but it was perfect as a place to hide out for a few moments to catch your breath and strategize with your current partner. As long as you didn’t mind the occasional Boo poking its head in, anyway.

“I think Bowser managed to grab the Smash Ball,” the blue haired knight stated, watching the door to the room just in case it moved. “Knowing that, I recommend we avoid going through Shadow Moses for the time being. He’s holding that ground.”

“Fair enough,” her partner agreed, consulting their own holographic map of the zones that the tournament was currently fighting in. “That leaves Midgar and Green Hill open to us then. Of course, Sonic is probably hanging out in Green Hill, he usually does…”

Lucina squinted at the fanciful display of advanced technology. It really was quite different from the things she was used to on her world, and she had to admit she understood only perhaps a fifth of what her partner said of it, but she did find it fascinating none the less. “I’ll not complain about that – there’d be no getting away from him otherwise, not with his speed.”

“True. Still, he might still be smarting from that fight with Ganondorf. We could probably take him out without too much trouble.”

“Your confidence in our combined abilities is a great compliment, Sir Samus,” the sword wielding princess laughed. “But after our bout with Pyra and Mythra, I’d advise we avoid trouble for the moment.”

The warrior beside her, clad in his traditional orange and red powersuit, seemed amused for a moment – Lucina still had some difficulty reading her partner’s mood fluently through their armor and digitally distorted voice, but she was starting to pick up on the basics – before nodding. “Midgar it is. If we’re lucky we’ll find a few powerups, and be in top form by the time Bowser wastes his final smash on a rock that looks at him funny or whatever.”

Lucina snorted. “You’ve known him longer than I, I’ll take your word on that.” Samus was, after all, a veteran of the tournament. Though the princess did wonder if ‘Samus’ was more of a title than a name – after all, that blonde woman in the blue bikini called herself Samus as well, did she not? Ah, no matter. “And speaking of powerups, I believe luck might actually be in our favour!”

She nodded towards the door, and her partner followed her gaze. There, floating into the room, was another Smash Ba- No, wait. Lucina blinked. Smash Balls weren’t pink. What the hell was that thing?

“Huh. Apologies, do you recognise that one?” she asked, squinting curiously.

Samus just shook his head. “No, that’s a new one. Hold on, let me scan it…” He reached up and pressed a finger to the side of his helm, his green visor glowing as his fantastical technology got to work once again.

“I shall never get used to you being able to do that without a spell. Are you sure your suit uses no ma- Samus? Sir Samus, are you okay?” Lucina’s good-natured grumble turned into concerned alarm as her partner suddenly stiffened.

“I- I don’t- ERROR!” Samus’s synthesised voice stuttered, his green visor flashing pink. “Somethi-thing’s w-w-wrong! I-I-I- INSUFFICIENT SLUTTINESS DETECTED! PREPARING TO UPGRADE. L-Lucina, h-h-h-help, I’m b-b-b-BEGINNING TRANSFORMATION.”

There was another flash of pink, this one so bright that Lucina had to shield her eyes, and when she looked back…

She wasn’t sure what she was seeing. Samus was glowing with eerie pink light, his armour glowing so brightly that it looked practically white – it looked like it was hot enough to melt! So when it started changing, shifting around and forming into a new shape, that was what she thought was happening. But then, surely Samus would be calling out in pain if that were the case?

Instead, the metal knight was speaking plainly, even if the words were gibberish. His voice, though, was changing – turning from ambiguous synthesised sound into a distinctly feminine tone.

“REFORMING BODY FOR MAXIMUM SLUTTINESS.”

Then the armour just… burst apart, the arms, legs and chest flowing off of their human host like liquid to swirl around them in a pink typhon – and Lucina was shocked to see a blonde woman in the heart of the storm, naked and struggling to get free. The princess tried to help her, obviously, but some kind of energy shield held her back and repelled all of her attempts to reach into the maelstrom.

“ERROR! ORGANIC COMPONENT CREATING INSUFFICIENT BIMBOSITY!”

The voice came from nowhere, and the blonde woman – Samus? – looked up, shocked and clearly alarmed. The pink shield around her buzzed but didn’t give an inch as Lucina pounded against it.

“CONVERTING ORGANIC COMPONENT INTO EFFICIENT SLUT BOT!”

Both women’s eyes widened as the voice spoke again, neither quite comprehending what it meant. But its intentions became all too clear a moment later. The swirling storm of liquid metal, now thoroughly pinked through and through, pooled beneath Samus’s feet – and then began to rise up over her toes.

As it did, though, a startling transformation began to take place. The metal sank into the woman’s pale skin, fusing with her, and swiftly rising to envelop her all the way up to her ankles. In the waves wake, her feet were left… changed. Gone was the frailty and imperfection of human flesh – in its place, cool, firm, uniform metal.

Samus looked stunned, cautiously testing her toes, brow furrowing when the metal digits beneath her twitched in accord. But she didn’t have time to study this bizarre phenomenon in any depth – the metal was still rising, and had already turned her knees into articulated, flexible joints. The hunter reached for Lucina, desperately trying to get free of what was happening to her…

But that was when the wave of metal reached her upper thighs, and plunged in between her legs.

The shield between the two fighters was soundproof, so Lucina couldn’t hear her friend’s response – but judging by her body language, she’d found the intrusion shockingly pleasant. Her head had thrown back, her reaching arm dropping as she quaked in pleasure. Swallowing, the blue haired knight redoubled her efforts to get through the shield, her falchion drawing naught from it but sparks. What was happening in there?

“CONVERSION AT 50%.”

The metal wave was continuing its ominous flood. By now, the lower half of Samus’s body had been transformed, her feet, legs and abs all converted into human shaped approximations made of light pink metal. But not everything was a straight one to one conversion, no – As Lucina watched helplessly, she could see that something different was happening with Samus’s… With her… Ah, her behind. There, the metal was gathering like water in a dip, swelling and overflowing outwards, until the poor woman’s hips were three times their original size.

The hunter didn’t seem to mind though – or, at the very least, she didn’t seem to notice. The metal magic’s attention to her, ah, her nethers was thorough, and whatever sensations the transformation was bombarding the blonde’s brain with were clearly more than her sense could handle. The woman’s tongue was hanging out, her body humping the air, metal and flesh alike, an expression of pure pleasure on her face. Lucina couldn’t hear her, but she was quite sure if she could then her screams of lust would be echoing out through the entire mansion.

It only got worse when the metal spread over her chest. Like her behind, the metal seemed to gather here more than anywhere else, and her b-bust grew outwards in response. Samus hadn’t exactly been small, despite her gender-hiding suit – but now she was becoming massive, and had it not been for the seriousness of the situation Lucina’s cheeks would have flushed red with envy. By the time the process was done, Samus was sporting orbs no human spine could possibly hope to support – and her expression was completely overwhelmed, eyes crossed and tongue hanging out, drool starting to drip down onto her metal tits.

And with that it was almost over. The wave swept down the hunter’s arms like they were an afterthought, casting her hands and fingers in perfect pink. Then all that was left was her head – the wave slowly cresting up her neck, under her chin, before washing up over her completely in a tidalwave. The fucked-stupid expression on her face disappeared, along with most of the woman’s features, replaced with a smooth metal surface, with only her mouth remaining, frozen in a wide O shape. Her hair similarly vanished, swept up and consumed as the metal wave finished devouring Samus completely, the pink finally flowing down through her ears and into her brain, power washing over her mind as it had washed over her body.

All that was left was a pink metal woman, like a golem or a robot, Lucina thought. One with a distinctly, exaggeratedly feminine form – but almost no sign of the woman that had once stood there.

“CONVERSION COMPLETE. RESUMING UPGRADES.”

The blue haired knight jumped, having almost forgotten the voice, and then stared as yet more changes affected what had become of Samus. It was hard to tell what was happening. A screen had appeared on her blank ‘face’, showing a slowly growing percentage – written in neon pink, of course – just over her plump lips. Lips that were, Lucina realised slowly, growing plumper, the material of them changing from slick metal to something that looked like rubber.

In fact, that change was happening in quite a few places, now that she knew what to look for. Grips appearing on her massive ass, or soft, pliable skin growing over her tits, her pink lit cunt turning into a warm, massaging hole of fuckrubber-

Lucina blinked and rubbed her head, feeling foggy for a moment. Why was she thinking like this? It wasn’t like her…

“TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE! SLUT BOT READY FOR USE!”

Then the voice startled her out of her thoughts once again. The shield around Samus, or the metal caricature who had been Samus, vanished, leaving her and Lucina alone in the room once more – aside from the forgotten pink smash ball, of course.

Hesitant, Lucina stepped forward, reaching out to her companion. “S-Sir Samus? Can you hear me?”

Then, just before her hand could touch the former hunter, the screen that was her face flashed pink, and then a husky female voice emanated from her throat, though her lips never moved. “Slut Bot online! Hot horny and ready to fuck! Please register Owner now.”

“S-Sir Samus?” Lucina swallowed. For some reason she was starting to feel really warm. When had it gotten so hot in here…?

“Mistress registered!” The Slut Bot turned towards her and struck a pose, bending over to show off her chest, hands hefting her bosom up for a better view. “How would you like to be pleasured today?”

And as Lucina stammered, trying to figure out some kind of response, the pink light of the bim-ball continued to shine down on them both…

“N-no, no, this is all wrong.” The knight finally put her foot down, shaking her head. “This can’t be a normal part of the tournament. We need to report this to the Master Hand right away!”

“Is Mistress displeased with her new Slut Bot?” A question mark flashed up on Samus’s(?) face. “Are you dissatisfied with these pillow-like tits? Would you like them to be bigger?”

“No!” Oh definitely, definitely no. “That’s- that’s not what I…”

Samus Slut Bot had spun around before she finished, bending over and presenting her ass. “Perhaps you prefer this end? Comfortable cheeks you can use to fuck this slut’s empty brains right out of her head~?”

“Wha- No! No, stop this!” Lucina licked her lips, having much more difficulty than she was expecting tearing her eyes away from the slut her friend had become. “I, I don’t want to f-fuck you, I’m not…”

“Mistress, please do not lie.” Suddenly the bot was facing her again, her visor glowing as a beam of light shot out and ran over the knight from her to toe. “My scans indicate you are in desperate need of relief! Your body is flooded with hormones, and your eyes have been glued to my tits since I turned around!”

“H-Huh?” Lucina blinked and tried to look up. What had the Bot just said? She’d been distracted by… something…

Bounce. The Bimbot giggled, watching as Lucina’s eyes nearly jumped out of her skull to follow her boobs as she gave them a good jiggle. The Princess’s tunic was starting to get awfully tight as well. She wasn’t sure why – for some reason she was having a lot of difficulty looking down right now – but she was definitely starting to feel uncomfortable.

And then…

“!” An exclamation mark flashed on the bot’s face. “Ohhh! Duh! Of course. I get it now. I’m so sorry Mistress, I’m such a dunce!” She straightened up, plump lips smiling. “You don’t want to fuck me – you want me to fuck you!”

“Wh-what? I-“ Lucina swallowed. It was so hard to think all of a sudden, and her tunic was so uncomfortably tight, and those boobs were so distracting… “How would you even…”

“Activating Futa Mode~” The bot reached out and tapped the pink orb, holding out her hand to absorb the pink energy as it burst open and flowed into her. Then there was a shining light from below, and by the time the princess had managed to pull her gaze away from the bot’s tits, she saw that they had grown an extension – a massive cock that made her eyes widen just to look at it.

She really should have said something. She should have put a stop to all of this, raised an alert, got Samus some help. She definitely shouldn’t have just stood there as the Bot advanced on her, almost entranced by the sight of her former friend’s member. She really should have protested as the Bot dipped one hand into her pants, instead of moaning as fingers explored the waterfall that was her cunt. And when the Bot was done unbuckling her belt and pushing her pants fall down to her ankles, she absolutely shouldn’t have watched with a slack jaw as the once-hunter licked her fingers clean with an exceptionally long rubber tongue, leaving herself open for the deepest, slickest kiss of her life.

But it was just so hard to think right now…

And she really was, like, super horny…

Lucina felt herself giggle as warm arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up, her heavy pants and sodden panties easily shaking off her feet and down to the ground. Felt herself squeal as rubber coated fingers squeezed her fattening behind. Felt all manner of strange and unfamiliar and wrong feelings course through her as the tip of her BimBot’s shaft brushed against her entrance.

This was… This was wrong… She had to stop. She had to… Had to, like… uh…

What was it she was doing again?

Then the BimBot thrust up into her dripping snatch, and Lucina forgot all about her stupid question, and the rest of her stupid thoughts, as a surge of overwhelming pleasure bolted straight up from her cunt and into her brain, unleashing a primal scream of pleasure from her throat on the way. The scrambled remnants of a proud knight in her head were utterly obliterated, leaving naught but a fuck hungry stupid slut in her wake.

“Activating Final Fuck mode~” She distantly heard her favourite sex toy chirp – and then her ability to think at all popped into nothingness as the Bot began to hammer into her, each thrust sending a wave of pink energy directly into her cunt. Her ass swelled, her breasts pumped up like balloons, her tongue hung out and her eyes crossed as the last traces of her brain dripped out of her ears, her hair shifting from blue to bright blonde as it gained in volume.

Then, with one final thrust, there was an explosion of pink, and the princess felt her fucktoy release its wonderful load into her, before finally retracting and deactivating Futa mode.

The former knight slid down to the ground, her far ass easily cushioning her fall, and lay back, eyes swirling with pink spirals, stupid smile permanently fixed on her face, relaxing in the feeling of being well fucked. Her outfit, torn and discarded from her transformation, slowly reforming around her – no longer a tunic and armor, but instead a very slutty parody of the kind of dress one might see on Peach, or Rosalina – a gown with a massive cleavage window and a split in the dress that led all the way up to her bare cunt, all of which struggled to contain her very inflated curves. There could be no question of what she was now.

Lulu the bimbo princess giggled, and then looked up at her BFF and favourite fucktoy, her lovely pink BimBot that went everywhere she did – mostly to keep the insatiable princess from getting too horny to think, or at least to deal with her properly when she did.

“Mmmm,” she sighed airily, a finger tapping against a fattened lip. “That was like, a super fun warm up! Now fuck me properly, kay?”

Then she flipped over, her skirt sliding open to expose her bare, raised ass, her tits already grinding into the ground as she wiggled for her Bot’s attention. And she certainly didn’t need to ask twice!

It would be a long time indeed before screams stopped echoing through the mansion. Hopefully no one would notice they were the wrong kind…