Samus learns more about this "test"

When she awoke, she was surprised to discover something else had changed about her. Her cock was still there, already rising to readiness as the smell of the cum on her skin reminded her of the delight of the previous day. The large bulge of her stomach was what startled her however. It rounded her out enough that if she leaned back a bit she could only barely see the tip of her new cock, which was a massive difference from her flat and athletic belly from the day before. She felt over the bump, curious about it… thinking about how much she’d unloaded inside herself the day prior… yet when she reached a hand down towards the mound resting against her fat balls, her fingers came away with only the mildest trace of her ejaculate.

The AI didn’t elaborate further on what was happening, only saying that “the next phase has not begun yet”.

So for now she busied herself with using her new favorite toy. She filled her hungry snatch what must have been a hundred times over during the next week, each day discovering an increase to the size of her growing stomach. Her position laying on the seat becoming more and more difficult to use the machine since she had to bend her pelvis a little more every day just to get her cock down into the portal for the machine to fuck her with.

Luckily she didn’t sleep on the ground in a puddle of her own sperm again for that week. The AI directed her to a very comfy cot only a couple doors down from the “portal” room. It was still a bit too “clinical” to actually be comfortable but honestly Samus was a little bit too distracted to be thinking about comfort.

She barely made it back to the cot every cycle. Well, “cycle” wasn’t quite right, not because this was some station way out in space with no need for “day” and “night”, but because she didn’t follow any sort of schedule. There was waking, where she’d fuck her own womb to near-unconsciousness, only stopping long enough for a drone to feed her necessary nutrients and the like. Then there was sleep, where she would drag her body and ever-growing womb back to her cot and immediately fall into dreams that weren’t far off from her waking bliss.

Each day she grew more certain that this… expansion was her offspring. Something created not just of her own womanhood but of the other, more virile part of her as well.

It surprised Samus how much of a turn-on the mere thought of self impregnating was. She found that she kept rubbing it as she fucked her slobbering folds, moaning in mindless arousal at the feeling of more cum bloating her insides, warming her distended belly.

How deranged she must be to feel a sexual thrill at having impregnated herself!

It was after about a week of these cycles that something changed.

She woke up, the roundness of her middle almost too much to get out of bed. Then she finally felt the signs, the signs that her body was ready.

The drones were already waiting when her engorged lips began to release this pressure that had been building inside her. The pleasure she was used to at this point wasn’t quite there, but neither was there much pain. Or rather surprisingly little considering that she was giving birth. Just a mild euphoria as she finally heard the cries of her new baby girl. Yet that was only for a moment as the drones carefully flew off with the child to some other part of the facility.

“Wonderful Miss Aran, it appears everything has worked as intended.” the AI said, its tone unaffected by Samus’ exhausted appearance.

“If I may, you can continue to relax, another several of your cycles and we will be ready to continue. Which, again, I believe you will enjoy.”

Emotions warred through Samus’ chest, worry and guilt that did not feel all that unfounded… after all… shouldn’t she be trying to do something about her daughter that they’d taken away? If everything that had happened so far was anything to go by then there might be a possibility of danger?

It was as if the motherly desires were being suppressed somehow...

That was however in contrast to these other much newer emotions-

Whatever the reason that she’d picked this specific alteration to her suit, it hadn’t been as… intentional as she now felt. She’d played that first moment over in her own head a hundred times these past few days, shit , she’d even performed the same circumstances just as many times over. When she’d had that first climax, when she’d poured seed inside her own womb for the first time, like, physically it’d felt amazing, godlike even, but what had really made that the climax of a lifetime was the knowledge of what she was doing, the process of self impregnation.

She shuddered, realizing that she could see her own cock head peaking over the significantly smaller lump of her stomach. Fuck, she just wanted to get back on that machine, ride her own cock for a few hours and be on the way for baby number two…

“Perhaps you might be interested in exploring the facility?” the AI spoke after a drawn out silence in which Samus seemed separated from her surroundings and just staring at her impressive member.

Samus didn’t respond at first, staring down at the peaking tip of her hard cock as a slight frown fringed on her expression.

Eventually she did look up, targeting the area of the room that seemed to house whatever speaker the AI used to communicate. She nodded, her athletic body more than capable of rising even after having given birth.

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It turned out that an AI programmed to experiment for eternity got bored from time to time and, still following its directives, made some things less conventional. Beautiful gardens full of dangerous plantlife that desire nothing but blood with none of the capability to draw it, other places filled with drones practicing and marking off a million strategies for some sport involving an oblong ball and racquets made of an unknown metal that could amplify **** to an unbelievable degree.

Of course there were other areas that were clearly more "science focused", places that wowed Samus despite her malaise.

and then there were those rooms with less useful. Just full of oddly colored balloons or a block of stone that was important somehow, but for every couple of these, there was something new, incredible and confusing to see.

Yet as they moved, the more Samus began to notice that this place was big… way too big.

As she had approached earlier in her ship, she’d noticed the research facility was a fairly large place, just… they had been exploring for days now and they were still finding new things?!?

“It is the space distortion fields placed about the station. They allow for compression of physical data in real time. With the exception of a few… experiments which do not interact well with the distortions, most of the space we have moved through is compressed in such a fashion.” The AI gave in answer.

Several cycles of this helped to calm her emotions, to fight off the thoughts of what could be happening to her… daughter. No matter how unlikely it was that what the AI had in-mind could be considered dangerous for the girl.

However truthfully the relief from this distraction also largely came from the fact that it also pulled her mind away from the desire still simmering below. Every time her daughter came up in her thoughts she worried for her, however much those feelings swirled inside her when she thought of going back to the room with portals and doing it all again, to giving birth to a being all of her own creation...

Samus inhaled deeply, eyes shut, halting before the doorway as she settled her own racing heartbeat. Even with the distractions of the last few days, it had been difficult to keep her mind off of the facts of what she’d done since arriving on the station, the perverse and detestable acts…

With a steadying breath, she stepped through the door, as always, following that blinking line of dots.

Big mechanical contraptions, tubes with fluids in them running every which way and in the center of the far wall a tall and smokey glass cylinder stood. These had been fairly common in parts of the exploration, these “specimen” rooms, usually with something dangerous or exotic held in some kind of stasis or otherwise distracting state. Often times Samus found previous enemies contained in such rooms, some of them even of **** danger and not the basic amoeba type.

There was nothing altogether new about this room, it had the same general parts as the others, the same intimidating container at its center. Yet for some odd reason she felt drawn to the opaque glass…

As she neared, she could faintly make out the shape of something inside, something… humanoid in shape. A “click” and a hiss pre-empted the sudden release of the hatch on the side, leaving her to stare at the form of… herself.

A face she knew only because it was what stared back at her every time she looked in the mirror… resolute, beautiful, striking. She watched as those same lips, her own lips parted slightly, the piercing blue orbs above glancing downward in one slow and lurid motion. Samus gasped, seeing the blush in the beautiful creature's cheeks as her eyes pointed towards somewhere that was quickly growing hard and tight inside of the zero suit.

“Say hello to specimen S-400000000000000001.” the robotic voice proudly declared. “She is the result of your progeny, enhanced by the changes we had made earlier to your sex organs and then fine tuned with the aid of advanced bio-engineering and complex robotics. She is in essence your clone, rapidly aged to adulthood and then implanted with the map of your mind taken at the moment of birth. She has nearly identical DNA to you and all but your most recent memories.”

Samus could see that those weren’t the only things for the new woman to have been inherited. A cock, big and pulsing with virile life stood straight from the intersection of a pair of delicious and familiar thighs. No zero suit obstructed the amazing view, just her… daughter’s sensitive soft flesh, curvy in all the right places and… hard in much more specific ones.

She stood, staring at the girl she’d given birth to not a week ago. Yet this being stood tall, intelligence equal to her own in those vibrant azure eyes.