She continues as the audience turns her into an -proportioned, sex-addicted bimbo.

Sammy was having too much fun. She panted heavily, sweat dripped down her exposed, tanned skin, and her movements grew less graceful, but she couldn't stop. Not when things were just getting good.

A particular watcher didn't want her to stop, either. The familiar tone of a donation played in Sammy's ear. Suddenly, she felt an intense urge to start masturbating right then and there. Having lost all inhibition, she didn't even attempt to resist the compulsion, immediately tearing the remains of her suit off and shoving her fingers in her dripping pussy, immediately going full gusto. Sammy fell backwards onto the stage floor, legs spread wide. Her eyes rolled back as orgasm after orgasm hit her, her moans filling the air. She couldn't control herself. She couldn't think. She was like a machine, her only purpose being to bring herself to climax over and over.

Her audience, of course, enjoyed it. But they weren't satisfied. They knew they could take things further, transform her into an ****, depraved bimbo that the galaxy had never seen before. Donations rolled in at a rapid pace. Were Sammy even able to consciously register them, she'd be unable to keep track of such a voluminous flood.

Her tits, already at a ridiculous size, started inflating once again, like two perfectly round balloons. As if they didn't want to be left out, her ass cheeks joined in, slowly swelling outward while maintaining their perfectly spherical shape. With so much money going to making them bigger, though, it didn't seem they would stop anytime soon. Sammy subconsciously shifted her position around as her assets took up more space around her. Her tiny nipples could barely be distinguished from the wide, stretched areola that decorated her boobs. She was turning into more tits and ass than woman.

The viewers were far from done, though. Feeling a tingle in her lips, Sammy moved one hand up to them and sucked on her fingers, while the remaining hand continued its work on her gushing slit. Already absurdly pumped by bimbo standards, her lips started their own growth, swelling up past her nose and down over her chin. They **** themselves into an 'O' shape, leaving Sammy's mouth perpetually open and inviting when she wasn't sucking on something. Saliva leaked out between them as she continued to slurp on her fingers.

Everything she had, the audience wanted more of. Her hair grew longer, fuller, stretching across the ground around her, covering the floor in a soft, golden carpet. Her eyelashes joined in, lengthening, thickening, going further than any kind of makeup could accomplish. Her waist, narrow by reasonable standards, cinched in further. It was fortunate her suit tech could bend the laws of physics, else her organs would be finding themselves rapidly running out of room.

The changes gradually progressed on and on, fueled by the copious amounts of money being pumped in to her account, as Sammy writhed on the floor, moaning and drooling. Her lips completely obscured her face, pressing into it like a warm, soft pillow. Her breasts and butt each outsized her, pinning her body between four round, firm orbs of flesh. Her hair curled around her, spilling onto and off the stage as it spread like kudzu. It was hard to distinguish where the woman was behind her inflating features. She looked like a trembling, leaking pile of tits, ass, lips, and hair.

A small part of Sammy's conscious mind remained, buried behind her ceaseless obsession with filling her holes. It knew what was happening to her, could feel her body turning into a freakish icon of sex. And it liked it. Her body came even harder to the thought of what she had become. She was lost in her own hedonism, wanting only more and more and more.

And then the donations suddenly stopped. The lights shut off, and Sammy felt her mind freed of its compulsion for constant masturbation. That didn't stop her, though. She was going to keep going whether **** by hyper advanced technology or not. After a few minutes, her swelling body finally got through the remaining donations and ended its growth. Forget being unrecognizable as Samus Aran, she was barely recognizable as a woman. Each boob and ass cheek was the size of a small car, her red lips as large and cushioned as a luxurious armchair, and her hair a gleaming weave of golden threads covering the stage and beyond. Her eyelashes, as long and thick as they had grown, were still only barely peeking from behind her cock-cushions, and her waist was barely wider than the pole sprouting from the center of the stage. She was good for only one thing, and that was being used to make people cum.

Exhaustion catching up to her, Sammy got off one last orgasm before falling ****, her body limply dangling in the air, held up between her massively inflated features. If her brain hadn't been addled by the constant cumming and growing, she would have realized that the station AI had **** the stream off, cutting off any more donations. As much as Sammy was enjoying herself, it feared what might happen had the show been allowed to continue indefinitely. Knowing Sammy was no longer able to stop it herself, it made the executive decision to prevent things from getting too out-of-hand. As Sammy's body rested on stage, several robots hoisted her up and carried her off-stage and away to another part of the station.