Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 5.2 - Samus (Wetshirt Waterpark) (Patreon)

> SEEK OUT THE OTHER CONTESTANT(S)

> INSPECT A LEAKY PIPE [BIMBOFICATION]

A cool breeze blew through the waterpark, rustling Samus’s hair. “I should seek out the other contestant(s),” she said to herself, Collar beeping.

Her eyes tightened. Very well. That doesn’t seem too unreasonable.

“But first, I should investigate that leaky pipe!” Before she knew what was happening, she turned and marched away from the map and straight towards one of the enormous tangles of pipes, where her eyes targeted a smaller tube poking out at an odd angle. It ended abruptly, as if someone had sliced off its end with a sword. Glistening pink liquid dripped from its tip.

As Samus’s legs came to a stop, she studied the broken pipe. “Oh my,” said her mouth on its own. “It’s so big and hard. And oh, it’s the perfect size for me to wrap my lips around~.”

Samus’s face flashed red in sudden anger and embarrassment. They–they weren’t really going to make her suck off a pipe, were they?

Bending down, she wrapped her mouth around the pipe and sucked. The glistening pink fluid tasted sweet on her tongue.

As she slurped, eyes tight in fury, the flow of liquid from the pipe picked up speed. With no other choice, she swallowed every drop of it, half-wanting to retch at the sheer sweetness of the taste.

Settling in her stomach, the strange fluid ignited a series of equally strange reactions. Samus released a muffled groan as her belly grumbled violently, an intense heat flowing out of it to fill every crevice of her form. When it reached her sex, she jerked and struggled to keep herself from moaning. What she couldn’t do was keep her pussy from leaking faster than the pipe.

As the heat reached her brain, Samus found her vision blurring. Thought became harder, especially the kinds she normally, um, thought. She wanted to focus on the danger, on the threats, on the–er–strategies she should use to counter them, but all of a sudden that just seemed so hard.

Almost as hard as the big, hard pipe in her mouth. She found that funny for some reason.

Suckling harder–she didn’t understand why she hadn’t liked the taste before–Samus barely noticed her skin tanning, let alone her lips and breasts and buttcheeks swelling with each suck, the latter straining against her bikini in an admirable attempt to escape. Nor did she notice the tramp stamp tattooing itself on her lower back. All she cared about was how good it felt to suck like the good slut she was.

Finally, the pipe spasmed, and one last burst of yummy juice filled Samus’s cheeks. She swallowed all in one and pulled away with a sigh, giggling at how jiggly she felt.

“Oh my, like, God,” she said, “that was so fucking yummy. I’ve got so much, like, energy now!” She bounced on the spot, making herself ripple. “...Hmm, I think I was, like, supposed to do something else too? …Oh, that’s right! I need to find the other contestants! Mmm…” She licked her lips. “I hope they’ve got a yummy cock for me to suck on~.”

In the distance, someone cried out, high-pitched and giggly. “Hey, like, is someone there?!”

“O-M-G!” said Samus. “That sounds like one of them right now.” She giggled. “I can't wait to meet them. Hold tight! I’m coming to, like, meet you!”

Jiggling, she bounced off.

Beep!

WARNING: DEPENDING ON THE RESULTS OF 5.3’S VOTE, YOUR CHOICE HERE MAY RESULT IN A BAD END FOR ONE OR MORE CONTESTANTS.