Patreon Prompt 254 (Patreon)

Prompt: Samus discovers what she thinks is a morphball power-up, only to find out it's been messed with, and it turns her into a spherical slobby male nerd.

   Samus’s vacation was supposed to put her at ease after countless missions fighting off bio weapons and space pirates. After she touched down at a spaceport and entered her hotel, she turned on her heels as she spotted something down the hall. Breaking into a sprint, she paid little mind to the way people stared at her blue colored zero suit and ponytail of blonde hair as she ran towards the glass case.

   She stared wide eyed as she looked upon what appeared to be a morph ball power up put up on display. The colorings were off, and she didn’t recognize the black and white eye insignia on it, but she had little reason to doubt that it was the real thing. Not wanting to leave Chozo technology out in the open for anyone to take, she opened up the case with the intention of taking the artifact back to her ship. However, as soon as her fingers touched the ball, it disappeared in a flash of light. She didn’t have time to wonder what had happened to the ball as she felt her body begin to shake.

   Her skin tight zero suit was pushed to its limits as her weight skyrocketed to turn her into 600 pounds of fat rolls and chub. Waddling back and forth with her bulging gut formed a tear around the center to let her belly sink between her thickened thighs. Further stomps sent ripples through her meaty rear and forced out a sickening series of farts that echoed through the room as they ripped through the back of her suit. Though the material around her torso managed to cling to her oily skin, the sheer force of her meaty breasts slumping against her belly was enough to push a gnarly burp past her lips and free her blonde hair from their binds.

   Pushing away the long, greasy strands in front of her face, Samus scrunched up her multiple chins to survey what had happened to her body. A closer inspection of her chest let her notice how closely it resembled that of a fat man’s pair of sagging man boobs. With this notion floating in her head, a few more shuffles of her blubbery legs let her feel a certain something contained in what remained of her zero suit bumping around her crotch area.

   Before Samus could have a chance to better examine his new genitalia, his fatty arms were grasped by a pair of security guards. Dragged through the hotel, his attempts to explain himself were drowned out by the constant gas spewing out of both of his ends. Turning their heads away from Samus’s slobby form in disgust, one of the guards spoke aloud their distaste for having to work the weekend of a bounty hunter fan convention.