The "Mystery" (Bimbo) Upgrade

"I'll take the second option, the unnamed upgrade," said Samus, hesitantly. It was risky, but she wasn't quite certain about the other upgrades. And the AI seemed competent enough. If it believed this was the safest option, she was going to trust it.

The AI delivered the upgrade chip via the nearby receptacle, and Samus picked it up. But she didn't immediately reach over to plug it in her suit, instead opting to look at it as she twirled it in her fingers. She felt second thoughts creeping into her mind as she considered the chip. For some reason, she had a gut feeling it wouldn't be what she was hoping, and she feared it may leave her even worse off.

Samus shook her head and cleared her mind of those thoughts. She had made her decision, it wasn't like her other options were much better, and she figured her doubts were only her barely controlled lust doing its best to stop her. Determined not to let hesitation get the best of her, she reached around and shoved the chip into the upgrade slot on her choker, preparing herself for whatever lay in wait.

Whatever she was prepared for, it certainly wasn't what she got. A pulse of pleasure ran though her entire body originating from the chip, causing her to loudly moan as she fell to the ground. There was another pulse, and then another. Her engorged pussy sprayed cum on the ground below, her body experiencing several orgasms with each pulse. "Oh f-fuck!" was all Samus could get out as her eyes rolled back.

And with each pulse came changes. With the first, her belly implant shrank, until it was like it had never existed, her belly back to its perfectly flat, toned self. Then the next one shrank her entire waist even further, until it was barely bigger 'round than her own neck, her bones and organs shifting to keep it perfectly attractive and comfortable. Another pulse, and her hips widened to twice that of her shoulders.

"Ahhhh! W-what is thi-ohhhhhhhh~" sputtered Samus, struggling to form coherent thoughts and words between climaxes. It felt like with every pulse, her mind was foggier. She found it harder to think of anything but sex and her own body. She let out sounds halfway between a cough and a giggle, trying to resist whatever was going on with her head.

Her thighs were next, growing with several pulses, each one adding more width until they were so thick they outwardly bulged from her hips. Her legs grew longer, adding a whole foot to her already significant height. Her hair lengthened inches at a time, thickening along with it. It busted free from the ponytail, her straight, golden blonde hair spreading across her back. Her hair reached down to her butt, thick, full, with a gorgeous shine.

The now revealed bimbo upgrade especially liked the implants still in her body. All at once, they began to grow within her as the pulses continued. Her thong strained and stretched as her ass cheeks and pussy pumped up, the implants within expanding more and more. Her lips swelled out, moistened by her drool as she fought to not completely lose herself to pleasure. And her tits inflated like balloons, pumping up with the pulses as the implants inside filled up more space.

Her suit, or what little of it there still was, shifted from blue to a shade of purple reminiscent of her gravity suit. A frilly pink skirt, so short it was more like a strip of cloth, materialized over her thong, accentuating her widened hips and rounder butt. Her heels grew taller, her feet in as **** an arch as possible, as the footwear morphed into stiletto boots. Pink leggings wrapped around her legs up to her thighs.

Her nails grew longer, their natural pigment changing to bright pink. Lacy, lavender arm sleeves stretched from her middle fingers up just below her shoulders. Gold, sparkly jewelry adorned her fingers, ears, ankles, belly button, and even her nipples under the pasties. Finally, the pigments in her face shifted color to give her a sultry, make-up covered look naturally. Her eyelids took on a deep shade of purple, her lashes lengthened and thickened, and her pillow-like lips shone bright pink.

By the time it was done, Samus was a giggling mess splayed across the floor, soaked in her own fluids. She laid propped up against her giant chest orbs, exhausted from the mind-numbing amount of orgasms the upgrade gave her during its transformations. Her mind was lost in a haze, as her pussy occasionally clenched from remnant climaxes.

The AI didn't bother trying to rouse her or catch her attention. It could tell there was no point, not for some time at least. Not wanting to just leave her there on the floor of the upgrade station, it directed a number of autonomous drones to pick her up and transport her to a more comfortable location where it could keep an eye on her.

After a few hours, Samus finally woke up. She could barely remember what had happened to her, and she was finding it very hard to stay focused. Opening her eyes, she was very surprised by what she saw. She had woken up in a very large, and very soft, pink bed. The blanket over her was adorned with pictures of hearts and kiss marks. Cutesy stuffed animals lay next to her. She giggled at seeing one was a metroid wearing a little pink bow. Wait, she wasn't a giggler. Was she?

She got up out of the bed, trying very hard to focus. Feeling plush carpet under her feet, she realize she was bare naked. Looking down at her body, she saw nothing but giant, round tits, their skin taught and slightly veiny.

"Like, mwhy are mwy boobies sho big?" she asked no one in particular. She paused for a moment. Something about how she said that felt off, but she couldn't place why. Not only was it difficult to get certain sounds out, but her choice of words and phrasing felt almost unfamiliar. She was still having trouble focusing. She didn't seem to be any dumber, as she could still recall all of her technical knowledge with little trouble, but she was so scatterbrained, and she found she'd rather think about something else. Like her big boobies.

She grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Jolts of pleasure shot through her tits, causing her to nearly cum on the spot. "Ooohhh, mwy boobies feel sho good!" she moaned happily. As if it was desperately fighting for control, her warrior instinct suddenly took over. "Mwait, like, Shammy shouldn't bwe doing thish. Mwhere am I?"

Focusing a little better, Samus saw she was in some sort of personal bedroom. Not only the bed, but everything in the room was either pink or pink-adjacent, decorated in cute hearts, flowers, kiss marks, and anything else commonly considered super girly. She felt comfortable here, like it suited her perfectly, but a part of her said that wasn't right.

Aside from the bed, she saw a dresser, a vanity, a desk, a monitor of some sort, some kind of audio device, and a full length mirror. The mirror immediately drew her eyes. Something in her wanted, no, needed to look at herself in it.

She sauntered up to the mirror, her hips swaying sensually by instinct. She was shocked by what she saw. Her breasts dominated her figure, as large and round as basketballs, sticking out from her chest like two balloons. Her areola were stretched to the size of saucers, with cute little, normal nipples in the middle of them. Equally as large was her ass, her cheeks jutting off of her hips, unnaturally round and perky. Her pussy lips were huge and puffy, comparable in size to a baseball. And her lips, they were so large, so plump, like two pink sausages on her face. They obscured the bottom of her nose and her chin, and she found it impossible to close them completely.

Most of her addled brain was delighted, and turned on, by the view. It said she was, like, super hot. But a small part, what little remained untouched by the upgrade, said this was exactly the opposite of what she wanted.