Yes, and then some

Walter caved, and pulled open the briefcase, scanning his fingerprint. He then asked Sandra: "what would you like to see?"

"Here, let me tell it what to do." She said, taking the machine from him, and getting to work changing the settings and fiddling with the buttons, and finally, before Walter could react, she hit the 'GO' button.

Walter immediately felt a warm tingling sensation in his nethers, accompanied by a sort of tugging sensation, before the heat spread to the rest of his body, primarily focusing on his hips, butt, and chest.

He watched as before his very eyes, his below average dick shrunk down underneath his pants, which were becoming tighter around his hips as they swelled outwards, his thigh gap increasing even though his thighs were also growing. The heat spread into his ass, swiftly pumping it up from flat and flabby, to a full jiggly bubblebutt.

It felt like hot hands crawling around his body, as the warmth focused on his flat, somewhat flabby chest. It started by pumping up his previously no-cup chest into a pair of large, perky, straining F-cups, which tore through his shirt like paper. He brought his hands up to feel his new shoulder-boulders, which were capped off with some of the fattest nipples he had ever seen. His fingers sunk deep into the breastflesh, kneading and playing with it like they were made of playdough. He briefly brushed the tip of his pinky finger across the dinner plate sized areola. Going crosseyed at the feeling, he started roughly mashing his tits together, moaning and ahegao-ing at the same time.

Leaving his newly-grown jugs alone for the time being, the warmth moved up to his face, clearing away the stubble, smoothing his jawline and softening his features. His eyes went from dull brown to brilliant shining baby blues, his eyelashes lengthened, eyeliner and makeup seemingly applying itself to all the right places, outlining his eyes with mascara, and emphasizing the pinkness of his lips. Speaking of, his lips went from thin, and cracking, to full pouting beestung DSLs.

Lastly it lengthened his hair, wavey platinum blond locks growing out and down his shoulders, stopping just above his plump asscheeks, which the warmth seemingly took as a sign to start working on those again.

Slowly, rips and tears began forming in his inadequate pantaloons, gradually widening and letting smooth fat buttflesh wiggle out, until it was done. His pants ripped open, revealing his bare rising ass in all it's glory. He took his hands away from his boobs, and began groping his fat buttcheeks, which had their sensitivity increased to constantly nudge him towards orgasm when played with.

As he was kneading his meaty assflesh, the warmth once again focused on his 1 inch-long penis, this time not only shrinking it, but also completely ruining his urethra by opening it as wide as one of his hands.

He moaned as his gaping urethra slowly lengthened, stretching into a V shape, a little nub growing at the north side, and plump pussylips growing out of the sides. The hole grew longer, wider, and a second hole formed underneath his new swelling clit, connecting up to his bladder.

Before he knew it, he had a fully functioning vagina, a plump one at that, looking like it had seen it's fair share of action. The hood was permanently pulled back over the thumb-sized clit. The pussylips themselves were swollen, fat, meaty, and were stretched down and out towards his thighs. The whole thing was oozing a constant stream of girlcum, cunt honey if you will, pussy juice as it were, and it flowed in slimy rivulets from both his distended birth canal, and his twitching urethra.

Walter desperately shoved his now slender, feminine arms into his drooling snatch, rubbing and pulling the loose rubbery flesh, shoving one, then two, three fingers of his right hand deep into his gaping cunt canal. With his left he pleasured the fat little marble that was his clit, rubbing it in little, fast circles, pushing up and down on it when suddenly his finger slipped and speared into his loosened urethra.

He cried out as he instantaneously creamed himself from the sensation, he looked at his inserted digit, wiggling it around, before experimentally working his finger deeper, stretching out the already loose hole, slowly adding more fingers until he had all five shoved wrist deep into his loose pisshole, which was gushing girl slime that dripped down into his momentarily forgotten vag, still clinging to his fingers. He quickly added the the other two, tucking in his thumb, before preceding to double fist-fuck his incredibly stretched out pussy and urethra. With every thrust, he shoved his fists deeper into their respective canals, his left fist going only in to the wrist before bumping into the sphincter which led to his bladder. His other hand, (on the other hand ;) continued unimpeded, easily stretching his slutty cunt out deeper, and deeper, going all the way to the elbow, and then a little more.

Finally, he had shoved his arm in so deep that the lips of his entrance were currently wrapped around his bicep, stretched out and abused looking, but still suckling on his arm like it was trying to draw him in deeper. Panting, Walter looked down, seemingly coming out of a stretching induced stupor. He took in his bent over, fisted state, and (apparently processing his whole situation) promptly creamed himself harder than ever before, squirting long, thick strands of girlcum from his convulsing orifices.

Further south of Mount Vulva, however, lay the real feast. As the pussy was the appetizer, so the butthole was the full buffet. He felt the heat ramp up, nearly burning him from the inside, as his once tight, wrinkly, hairy, grown-ass man booty, transformed into a plump pliable, squishy stretchy, fleshy fat donut. It swelled, and swelled again, shouldering his meaty slutcheeks apart, growing to the size of a large pretzel, large enough that any skintight leggings he wore would cling tightly to, and perfectly outline his new fat juicy primary fuckhole.

The last change the machine had to impart was clothing him in attire more befitting of Samus Aran. At first it looked like his skin was turning light blue, and as time passed, the latex-like material took on the characteristics of the actual Zero Suit, with dark blue and purple highlights appearing here and there. Finally, as promised the thin blue material enveloped his quivering meaty butthole, clearing outlining it for all the world to see. A patch around his gaping snatch was left up for quick access to lube.

And so, Walter's incredibly lengthy and over-detailed transformation into Samus Aran was complete, and I sure hope I didn't miss anything.

Leave a comment if you wanna give me ideas for the next chapter :)