They turn her into a total bimbo.

Swinging around the pole, Samus finally heard the first *bing!* as a donation came in. "Oh, I wonder what it will be!" she thought. It didn't take long to get her answer. Suddenly, her tits began to swell beneath her suit, the fabric stretching around them as they grew before her eyes. She moaned loudly as she continued her swing, her breasts continuing their growth. Not only were they growing larger, but they were becoming rounder and perkier. Holes tore in her suit as they passed through several cup sizes. When they finally stopped, Samus had two head-sized orbs affixed to her chest.

She stopped her dance momentarily and grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing them together. Smiling seductively, she said "I should have known this would be the first thing you all would do." She moaned again as she continued to squeeze them. "Oh~, they're so big and round! You really know how to make a girl happy!" She clutched at the holes in her suit, tearing them larger until her tits were completely free and hanging out in the open. Her areola had stretched with her increased tit mass, making her unchanged nipples look silly small. "There's no way I could hide these girls when they're this nice!" She shook them around. "Well, don't tell me that's it! Give me all you got!"

Bing! Another came in immediately. This time, her already enormous ass was swelling out, stretching her suit to it's limit. But, like with her tits, it didn't just grow, but reshaped, becoming rounder, perkier, like two orbs glued to the top of her legs. "Ohhh, that feels so much better than it really should~" she moaned as she squeezed her massive rear. While her suit didn't rip this time, it had stretched so thin that her cheeks could be faintly seen through the material. Combined with her tits, she looked like a slut with oversized implants in both her chest and butt, a woman who went all out with a fake, plastic body.

Another donation resounded in Samus's ears. It seemed like they had listened to her. "Oh, what is it now?" she teased, grinding on the pole. She gasped as her legs began to stretch longer. She found herself **** to bend over and shove her bubbly ass out as it was pushed upwards by her lengthening legs. "Aaaaah~. I see someone's a leg fan!" Samus was an entire foot taller, and it was all leg. She kicked one up to show off their new size. "Would you all pull over for gams like these?"

As if answering her, someone sent in yet another tip. Surprising the bounty hunter, her lips tingled as they slowly inflated. "Mmmm?!" It caught her off guard, but it also intrigued her. She puckered her lips as they slowly swelled, covering more and more of her face. "How perfectly slutty!" she said, struggling slightly as her lips continued to grow. Just as they threatened to touch the bottom of her nose, they stopped, leaving her with a set of massive cock cushions, perfect for kissing and sucking dick. Her chin could barely be seen beneath the girth of her lower lip, and the upper lip began right where her nose ended. Samus rubbed her pussy, sopping with arousal. Her viewers were turning her into a living blow-up doll, and it made her very, very horny. She blew kisses towards various angles around her stage.

It only served to encourage them, just as Samus had hoped. Bing! Bing! Bing! More donations flew in, all of them furthering Samus's transformation. Her skin took on the golden brown hue of a deep tan as if she spent her entire life on sunny beaches. Her blonde hair lengthened and thickened ten-fold, reaching down to her ankles as it snapped her hair tie and freely fell around her curves. Her suit took on a bright pink hue as it transformed into a miniskirt and tube top combo. Her nails grew nearly as long as the fingers they sprouted from, shining and glistening under the stage lights. Her already trim waist shrank down to a parody of what it meant to have an hourglass figure. Samus giggled as each change took place. It was very clear what her viewers wanted, and she couldn't have loved them more for it.

If one hadn't seen the show, they'd barely recognize Samus as the bounty hunter she once was. She had become the epitome of the stereotypical bimbo slut. Her body was an exaggerated display of sexuality, artificially shaped to perfect her feminine features. No longer did "Sammy" feel like just a stage name. It was who she was at her core. Sammy, the perfect bimbo fuck-toy, living only to display herself for the pleasure of all around her. She came at the moment of her self-realization. This was who she was. Who she was always meant to be.

The dancing and changing was beginning to tire her, but Sammy was drunk on horny pleasure. It would probably be best if she called it to a close and got some rest, but she didn't really want to. She wanted to go further, see what would happen next.