Malfunctioning Robots

Sirens blared and lights flashed. Something bad had obviously happened, and Samus was not in the mood for it.

"Samus!" started the AI, a new sense of urgency in its voice, "The security systems have somehow malfunctioned, and all of the security drones are rampaging through the facility! They caused that explosion just now. While I regret this considering the state you're in, I must request you make your way to the main security terminal and shut it down. You will have to fight your way to it, unfortunately. There is a small armory nearby you can use to equip yourself."

Samus stood by the door, peeking out into the hallway, which was a bit harder with her melon-sized breasts in the way. For now, it was clear of any hostiles.

"Computer, what are the specs of these security drones?" she asked. The fair warrior needed to know what she would be dealing with.

"There are several variants, too many to list through now. They are all only equipped with electric stun weaponry, though by my readings they've all had their voltages increased significantly."

"Great..." muttered Samus. Energy-based weaponry. Any hit she took would no doubt give her breasts a boost in size. Too many and she would be rendered incapacitated, weighed down by her own titanic tit flesh. At least it wouldn't be painful. "Please direct me to the armory."

The path lit up, indicating the correct direction, and Samus hurried down the hallway. It didn't take long for her to encounter her first obstacle. She rounded a corner, only to find a ceiling-mounted turret snap to her direction, letting loose a stun shot. The blonde jumped back behind the corner, but she was slightly too slow, and the shot graze her. She felt her tits lurch out by a few fractions of an inch and stifled a moan. She wasn't sure if sexual pleasure was any less distracting than pain.

She peered around the corner. To her frustration, the armory entrance was right on the other side of the turret. There was no way she could find another path around; she had to run through.

Steeling herself, she darted around the corner. The automated gun immediately fired several shots as the agile woman ducked and weaved through the hail of energy bolts. She knew every close shot was only helping her chest grow, but that was a problem for later. She ran under and past the turret, only a few steps away from the armory entrance.

Unfortunately, inexperienced with her new body's center of weight, she stumbled in those last few steps. As her feet fumbled and she fell forward, a stun bolt hit her square in the back.

"Ooohhhhhh~" she cried out, her breasts igniting with pleasure. They immediately swelled out several inches around, comparable now to basketballs. Samus stumbled through the doorway and fell to the ground, landing face-first in her own cleavage. She moaned again from the pressure on her tits. The added size was only making them more sensitive. At least she wasn't in the turret's view anymore.

The blonde picked herself up. She looked down at her chest, and her crotch began to moisten. Her tits looked huge! She moved her hands to start grabbing and squeezing them, only to stop herself and shake her head. "You're in danger, Samus," she said to herself. "You don't have time to play with your giant titties, no matter how wonderful you think they are."

Samus looked around the room, and couldn't help but notice it was looking a little inadequate. It wasn't much bigger than a janitor's closet, and even then, the storage racks were looking sparse. There was one protective vest hanging on the wall for available armor, not that it would fit over her prodigious bosom. On the gun rack were a single standard issue stun pistol, not unlike the one she kept in her ship as backup, and a low output scatter gun, essentially the shotgun equivalent of the pistol. Finally, a stun baton lay on a small crate. Samus was beginning to wonder if she had the right room.

"Computer, are you sure this is the armory?" she asked, the frustration clear in her tone.

"Yes, Samus. As this station is largely automated and under my direct control, there is not much need for live personnel, aside from the occasional check-up. As security is handled by the drones, only the bare minimum of equipment was spared for use here."

"Lot of good those drones are doing now, huh?" Samus bluntly replied. This wasn't her first rodeo with malfunctioning robots, and she was getting more than a little tired of organizations forgoing actual people in favor of automated guards.

The sound of energy blasts in the hall reminded Samus she didn't have all the time in the world to sit here. She considered the weapons before her. Unfortunately, she had no holsters or straps to carry the weapons on her person, so she could only take what she could carry in her hands. These also weren't very damaging weapons, by design. She could short out a robot with them, but only if she hit the right areas.

There was also the fact that, being energy weapons themselves, just using them would accelerate her implant's energy absorption. The scatter gun had the most firepower, but, in turn, would lead to the most growth. The pistol wasn't as effective, but would have less of an effect on her chest. The baton would hardly have an effect on her, but it obviously would require her to get close to her targets, increasing the risk of getting herself hit.