Slob Blob Samus (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Samus (Metroid) Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

An accident at a Galactic Federation Base exposed  Samus to a strange type of radiation that makes her weight skyrocket and her digestion develop a horrible gas problem. While the rest of the research team tries their best to change the bounty hunter back, a certain woman is dead set on ensuring the bounty hunter remains a slobby, hair-riddled, immobile mass of flesh.

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   The Federation outpost was on high alert as alarms rang throughout the facility. All non-crisis personnel were rushing away from the lab to avoid falling victim to whatever disaster had occurred. Though a few troopers ran out to answer the call and save the researchers, there was an obvious addition to their ranks that stood out like a sore thumb.

   While the rest of the troopers were equipped with their standard issue armor, Samus Aran made her way towards the scene clad in only her zero suit. The bright flue fabric of the skintight garb seemed to be ill-suited for whatever danger lurked ahead. In fact, the only reason the bounty hunter was reduced to this was because she had been handing over her armor to one of the scientists mere moments beforehand for research and repairs. Though the staff had begged her to let the troopers handle the situation, she wasn’t about to let innocent lives be lost under her watch.

   Nimbly dodging past the rest of the personnel, Samus set her eyes on getting to the center of the facility. With her boots clacking against the floor and her blonde ponytail flowing behind her, she made even the most grizzled veterans stop to stare. Managing to keep her on focus at the task at hand, she barged into the innermost lab before anyone else could arrive.

   “Is anyone here?” Samus called out, scanning the room for any sign of danger.

   “Over here!”

   Turning towards the voice, Samus spotted a woman clad in a lab coat with a long mane of green-died hair. Though she didn’t seem seriously hurt, her fingers were tightly clutched around her ankle. The bounty hunter tried to go over to take a closer look only for the woman to wave her away.

   “Forget about me and take care of that,” the scientist said, gesturing towards the vat of green liquid in the corner of the room. “That’s what’s causing the issue. If the device isn’t stabilized soon, the entire facility will be bathed in radiation.”

   “What do I need to do?” Samus asked, already moving towards the device.

   “You have to be very careful,” the woman explained. “One wrong move and you’ll be exposed to the mutagen.”

   “I thought you said it was radiation,” Samus said, looking up and down the device.

   “Whatever, I’m just focused on trying to get it under control,” the scientist replied. “Just start by turning that wheel to the right three times and then press the red button.”

   Putting questions to the side, Samus did as she was told. Under the threat of disturbing whatever was inside of the tank ,she worked diligently to follow the scientist’s every command. With a sigh of relief, a few more button presses brought the device into a stable state and turned off the alarms.

   Turning away from the vat, Samus looked to see the group of troopers arrive just in time. While the soldiers double-checked for any danger, the bounty looked back towards the scientist to see her with a gentle smile on her face. The sense of serenity the woman’s expression brought to Samus was disrupted as the alarms started up again. Samus only had a moment to see the worried look on the woman’s face before she was sent flying to the floor as the vat exploded.

   Sprawled out on the ground with the green fluid covering her body, Samus felt herself quickly losing consciousness. The troopers scrambled to help her, but they could only do so much with the fear of exposing themselves to the fluid keeping them wary. Just as the last of Samus’s vision began to fade, she swore she could see a grin on the scientist’s face.

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   Samus woke up in a daze to find herself staring up at the sterile, grey ceiling of the medical bay. Clasping her forehead, she tried to recall everything that had happened back in the lab. Hoping to find some answers from one of the troopers, she pushed aside the sheets on her bed and tried to sit up.

   The bounty hunter froze in place as she felt something lurch between her legs. Looking down brought her attention to the massive potbelly currently stretching out her zero suit. Reaching towards the unsightly protrusion jiggled around the excess chub hanging off of her arms. Pulling back the sheet further revealed that her legs had similarly plumped up to match her wider hips and chubby rear. It was somewhere between her groping at her larger mammaries and her extra chin that the door to her room opened up to reveal a familiar looking face.

   “Good, you’re awake,” spoke the green haired woman Samus had seen in the lab. “My name is Dr. Justine Baile. First and foremost, I want to thank you for your hard work. Because of you, we were able to avoid certain disaster.”

   “Doesn’t seem like it to me,” Samus said, tapping her fingers against her gut, feeling as if she were mere moments away from giving birth to triplets. “What the hell was in that canister anyway?”

   “It was a serum we confiscated from a space pirate facility,” Dr. Baile said, hurrying over to Samus’s side to check on her diagnostics. “From what we were able to recover from their lab, it’s purpose is to incapacitate enemy combatants through a very…unique method.”

   “By making me a little chubby?” Samus asked, pinching at her love handles through her suit.

   “I’m afraid that this is just the beginning,” the doctor said, nodding her head at the read out of over 200 pounds for the bounty hunter’s weight. “As the serum works its way through your system, you will continue to increase in size.”

   “Just how big am I going to get?” Samus asked, poking at her chubby cheek.

   “We unfortunately don’t have a definitive answer,” Dr. Baile replied. “The space pirates didn’t have a chance to test it on anything before we raided their complex. This also means that they had yet to develop a way to reverse the process.”

   Staring down at her gut once more, the depressive state Samus found herself in was pushed aside by her typical determination. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she heaved herself up and started walking towards the entrance, only for her path to be blocked as Dr. Baile ran out in front of her.

   “What do you think you’re doing?” the doctor asked.

   “I’m going try and take care of this weight issue the old-fashioned way,” Samus explained. “I figured a sprint around the base would be a good start. From there I can see what kind of equipment they have in the gym.”

   “I know you’re quite willing to go back out there,” Baile explained, the look in her eyes making it clear that there was no chance of her stopping the bounty hunter from going through. “However, this isn’t something that can just be taken care of with diet and exercise. Ms. Aran, please go back to bed and get some rest.”

   “I can rest after I get rid of this globe of fat,” Samus said, reaching out to move the doctor aside.

   Samus stopped as an unruly groan echoed out from her body. Clasping at her gut, she anticipated that she would either turn into a pile of goo, explode, or somewhere in-between. As the pressure built and built, her eyes scanned the room for something to soothe her pain. Just as she felt like she was at her breaking point, Dr. Baile rushed forward to squeeze her belly to relieve her discomfort.

   A roaring belch opened up Samus’s lips to echo through the room. Still recovering from the gassy burp, the bounty hunter could do little to prepare herself for the squeaky fart that followed soon after. Enduring the fumes drifting up to her face, she began to stagger on her feet. Thankfully, Dr. Baile was there to lead her back over to the bed and sit her down.

   “I think you see what I mean now,” the doctor said, remaining polite even as another fart slipped out of Samus’s bubble butt. “We’re not entirely sure how your body will react to the serum as it takes its course. For now, all we can do is monitor your condition and try to make you as comfortable as possible.”

   “I don’t UUURRRP like it,” Samus commented, “but I guess that’s what I’m stuck with. Sorry about gassing you out like that.”

   “It’s no problem,” the doctor said, taking her leave. “After all, it’s only right that I do everything in my power to help you out in this time of need.”