Metroid

CHAPTER 3 - The Suit

The next morning, Samus awoke, put her waterfall of long, golden hair in a ponytail, and reached for the Zero Suit capsule on her nightstand. Standing, she lifted the capsule to her swan-like neck, closed her eyes, and felt for the three pentagons that triggered the release mechanism.

She felt the rubbery liquid running down over her body, over her shoulders, then stopping. Discovering a markedly different body shape since the last wear. It recalibrated, oozed out halfway down her boobs, then stopped again, recalibrating. She began to grow nervous that there would be enough of the suit to cover her.

She felt it ticklishly spread over her nipples, her underboob, the flesh of her belly. Stopped again there. It seemed to be slowing down…was it just her imagination? It seemed to strain again as it reached the womanly hips that jutted out so prominently from her waist.

Then she felt it run between her legs, and nearly jumped. Normally this process was over in seconds, and she hardly had time to notice it when it covered her down there. Now it was slow, searching, tickling. It recalibrated again, backtracking, then going back down. She couldn’t help it anymore, she opened her eyes.

The suit appeared to be much, much thinner than it had been. Indeed almost transparent, as she could clearly make out her nipples beneath it. She had to hold still until the process was over, and couldn’t see past her jutting boobs, so she closed her eyes again and focused on the feel of it over her skin.

The suit now ran its hands (her sex-starved brain imagined wildly) down her soft, yielding thighs, over her calves, and formed little boots over her petite feet.

That was it. She was suited up.

But then the suit started moving again—not recalibrating, but readjusting. The material that had fully wrapped each breast like a Japanese melon sprung out to create a smooth, curved bridge of material over her boobs, and between her boobs and belly. From between her buttcheeks, too, the material excused itself, and on the other side as well, with a small yelp escaping from Samus’ pink lips.

It then seemed to shape up, constricting around the waist, pushing up on the breasts, flattening the stomach. She waited for more adjustments, her eyes looking up, down, left, and right comically. Then she ran her slender, suited blue fingers over her body and laughed.

She had to give it to the galactic military who had developed this material. It was admirably well programmed. She walked into the head and stood before the mirror again, this time chuckling at how well her indulgences had been concealed.

She looked rather like a very fat girl who had squeezed herself into a very tight corset. Her thighs were still thick and touching at the top, her hips were obviously wider and her butt fuller, rounder. But her boobs were what made her laugh out loud. The suit had evidently decided that the sports-bra approach would not work with this amount of “volume”, so it had actually taken a corset approach, holding them up desperately, with a thinner layer of material up top for breathability. If her neck were not so long, and her shoulders and arms not so slender, the amount of décolletage there would have been choking her. She jumped and moved slightly and found that they bounced pleasantly, even within the Zero Suit, and her belly and organs didn’t feel too scrunched up. She nodded to herself, noticing her milky cheeks now flushed with pink, and stepped out of the head.

And over to the suit piled in the corner. Would she need it? She was landing on a planet, the data for which showed that it was breathable for…well, she wasn’t quite human anymore. She put her hands on her hips and stared down at it. Would they assume she was hostile if she showed up fully armed? But to go unarmed into a space pirates hideout…

The ship jerked, entering into the atmosphere of the planet. She took a seat in the pilot’s chair and grasped the controls for a manual landing. She’d have to decide later.