[Bimbofication, Slime TF, Absorption, Living Armor]

"Any objections, Lady?"

That familiar phrase rang through Samus Aran's ears as she shook her head. All while wondering how every single enemy she fought managed to cling onto life somehow. Whether it was having to chase down the Metroids to their home planet and then later becoming one in part, having to try and kill Ridley over and over and the bastard never staying down, or trying to dismantle the Space Pirate menace only for a brand new version to pop back up after she got finished with the last one...

Her enemies' tenacity was why she was here, on a mostly unremarkable planet. The Galactic Federation, the less corrupt parts that hadn't been experimenting with the X Parasites in their spare time, had paid for her services. All for the sake of hunting down what seemed to be lingering traces of Phazon...

As far as she had heard, all traces of Phazon had vanished when she made Phaaze blow up. It rid the Universe of the presence of her dark copy, and of any kind of corruption on top of that. So the fact that some managed to survive...

It wasn't improbable. X Parasites had managed to spread from SR-388 to a space station and another planet entirely thanks to the people's carelessness. So a dose of Phazon having avoided destruction... Really, it was just her rotten luck.

"I'll be back, Adam." Samus said as she finally rose from her cockpit, a single sigh leaving her lips. Hopefully, the Phazon hadn't started to root deeply into the Planet. Otherwise...

Well, she'd have to see how well her Metroid DNA interacted with Phazon...

---

"Samus Aran! Well met!"

A cheerful voice echoed out, as the orange-armored bounty hunter trekked deeper into the unexplored parts of the planet's overgrowth. Exploring a jungle made for a horrid experience, especially since a lot of her suit's gear was suited for traversing and exploring underground regions, or at least structures that had weaknesses.

But at least it allowed her to meet up with allies. An identical squad of Galactic Federation grunts approached her, each of them saluting her and giving her the respect that she deserved as a decorated hero. It did make her smile a little, even if she didn't really consider it a necessity.

The Federation had told her that they would be supplying her with a couple of aides, should she need them. Not that they believed that she would, considering her skillset, but it was a token of appreciation to make up for the antagonism she had met in the past.

But given their attire, they seemed rather green behind the ears. And remarkably identical. "Hello." She said in a more stoic tone, before looking at each of them a bit more thoroughly... Hold on, there was absolutely no part of them that looked distinct. Even mass produced androids couldn't look this identical...

The soldier squad giggled in unison, as one of them tapped the side of their helmets and let the screen slide down. Revealing quite the cute face, a rather impressively perfect looking cute face at that. "Sorry if I seem a little strange, Miss Aran! But I-" She paused, as she motioned to the others. "We are Multia. We've been recruited by the Federation due to our species' ability to self replicate, which is really convenient for mass personnel operations!"

Samus nodded, before turning away. "Then I suggest keeping your guard up. I don't know how your ability functions, but Phazon is close to lethal if you end up corrupted by it. If one of you gets turned, there's a good chance that the rest of you follow suit." She explained, having seen and felt the corruption first hand. Especially as she was almost overwhelmed by the Phazon while delving into Phaaze.

"Understood, Miss Aran!" Multia shouted, as she and the rest of her other selves saluted in unison while her screen slid back up. She had a duty, and she was wholly intending on making sure she upheld it. Especially when the great Samus Aran was here!

Which was also why she didn't follow after her. She had express orders to just keep an eye on things. Mainly because Command already knew that there would be grave dangers inbound if she ended up corrupted. Best to be safe rather than sorry, and wait until Samus had confirmed that nothing bad would happen.

Samus kept a small smile on her face as she traveled deeper into the jungle. The girl... Girls, were almost like some of the cadets she had trained with back when she was still following Adam's orders. Hopeful. Gleefully obedient. And frankly, at heavy risk of being hunted during a mission and killed off. So best to just leave them to their own devices.

She had to find this Phazon, and fast. So those girls could avoid being nothing more than cannon fodder...

---

As Samus went deeper into the jungle, she could definitely see telltale signs of Phazon Corruption. Namely in the way that a lot of the wildlife had begun to pulsate, brimming with alien energy. But the animals around her were still seemingly unaffected.

Perhaps the concentration of Phazon on the various plants and greenery was nowhere near strong enough to corrupt somebody. It wasn't too far-fetched, since she had definitely noticed that milder doses of Phazon only hurt without causing lingering damage. But at the same time, it rubbed her the wrong way.

Had the Phazon mutated to the point where it could be harmless? Again, she wasn't willing to try and find out. Not until she found the source. Not until she was ready to blast it to bits, should things turn out to be a lot more worrying than it initially seemed.

Eventually, after passing by pulsating plant after pulsating plant, Samus found something that intrigued her. Namely, a crater. A small crater with a single pulsating rock in the middle, and some tendril-looking roots spreading from the rocks, each heading towards some of the wildlife...

To the untrained eye, it just looked like a strange rock. To Samus? This was definitely the source of the Phazon. But there was one thing that managed to concern her about it, even though she had her arm cannon trained on it...

Phazon usually came in two variants. The less lethal and more infectious Blue Phazon, and the much more lethal and highly concentrated Red Phazon. The former was the kind that managed to spread across planets, especially the ones that had been struck by a Leviathan. So why...

Why was this Phazon pink? Why did it have such a worryingly bright color? It was something that dug at the back of her mind, telling her that she needed to figure out why. Otherwise... Well, there were a lot of terrible things that might happen if she handled this without proper caution.

And yet. If she didn't hesitate, there was a chance that the dark copy of herself could materialize. Phazon seemed to be almost directly tied to Dark Samus' existence at this point. Perhaps because of Samus' own encounters with the substance. So for now, she stood there... And she just kept her cannon pointed...

"Ehehehe... Like, what's the matter? Can't pull the trigger?"

Samus' eyes widened as a giggly voice echoed through her ears, and she whipped around to try and see who had spoken to her. It sounded like...

...No. She wasn't falling for this trick. The Phazon was just trying to mess with her. She had been wandering through this jungle for far too long, letting it subtly corrupt her. That was the explanation for the giggly voice that echoed through her ear. It was the last remnants of Dark Samus somehow trying to speak to her.

So the Bounty Hunter aimed her cannon at the meteorite once again, and fired. Unloading several Missiles and Super Missiles into it, knowing that it would be enough to chip it at the very least. If she destroyed it completely, then-

"Ehe, gotchaaaa!"

The pulsating energy that made up the meteorite started to expand violently as Samus fired the Missiles at it, slurping them all up and consuming them completely. All while several of the tendrils that had been focusing on the wildlife around her quickly pulled themselves up, each being tossed directly at the Bounty Hunter!

Thanks to how sudden all of this was, Samus barely had any time to react. She managed to bash a few of them away, but another one snuck behind her in the same breath and pushed her down towards the meteorite, which grew the closer she got to it. All so she was forced up against it, pressed against that collected mass of Phazon...

Naturally, she struggled. Even as she felt that giggle pour through her ear. Even as she felt that incredibly familiar sensation filling her body. Even as all of those warnings started to pop up on her suit, warning her about the corruption...

Just as it had done those years ago. The Phazon was forcing its way into her body. In fact, it seemed to take advantage of her unique physiology. Taking advantage of the fact that she was essentially part Metroid at this point. Forcing her to slurp it all up. Forcing her to convert it to sustenance for her, despite the fact that it was horrendously toxic...

"That's it. You've, like, gotten so much stronger. What's a lil' Phazon to my Metroid bestie?"

It was impossible not to identify the voice speaking through her ear as Dark Samus' voice. Or rather, the dark copy's imitation of her voice. The fact that it sounded so airheaded was the least of her concerns right now, as the mass of Phazon was being slurped up more and more. Leaving very little behind, even on the nearby surroundings...

"Get... Get out of me..!" Samus grit her teeth, as she tried to pull her hand away from the Phazon. Trying to reach for her arm cannon, so she could reactivate the safety protocols that she had installed as a precaution for this mission..!

But instead of reaching for her arm, her hand ended up on her chest. A chest that seemed a lot more form fitting than before, letting her squeeze one of her breasts firmly. An act that sent a shock of pleasure through her, as she was forced to stagger back...

"Ehehehe..." The ethereal voice echoed through her ears, only growing stronger as the Phazon in front of her disappeared... And the sensation that had left her started to fill her once more. The sensation that came with being filled with Phazon and being terminally corrupted...

It felt... It felt different. Before, it was like pain that gave way to a kind of wicked freedom. Now? It was pleasure making her sink deeper into the pursuit of pleasure. Like something had fundamentally changed about Phazon to try and survive...

"Ehehehe... You're probably wondering, like, how'd Phazon manage to stick around after you blew up Phaaze?" Dark Samus' voice echoed through her ears again, followed by yet another one of those delighted giggles. "Real dick move there, Samus. I needed that Phazon to conquer and turn everything into Phazon. But oh well, it's okaaaay."

Samus was still struggling to fight back against the sensation inside her, even as her hand wanted to keep on playing with her breasts. Even as her arm cannon folded away and let her other hand free, making her want to use it too. It was difficult, especially as a heat kept on growing more and more within her.

And it only grew more difficult as she stared straight ahead, and found herself looking towards a very... Pink looking Dark Samus. With the main difference beyond the coloring being the simple fact that she wasn't clad in a more flesh-like version of her armor. Oh no. She was dressed in something much more scandalous, which almost fit the jungle environment around them...

A sling bikini. A slutty outfit for a slutty sounding girl. In fact, she seemed way more human than she ever had. Which just served to fuel the fire burning inside Samus even more, despite her attempts to back away.

"Aw, I thought you liked pretty women, Sammy." Dark Samus giggled, as she pushed her hands up against her rather generous bust. Were... Were her breasts always that huge, or did the Phazon enhance her figure..? No, she couldn't allow herself to look towards her like that. She couldn't allow her mind to wander, lest it wander too far.

Dark Samus just stretched a little and let her body do the talking in terms of keeping Samus' attention. All while she kept on giggling. "Turns out, I could avoid destruction by changing my desire to destroy. Now... Now I just want to spread and slurp everything up, so we all become Phazon together. It's, like, made me a little more aware... And made me realize exactly how to take advantage of you too, Sammy."

She sounded so friendly. Which was part of the trap. If Samus gave into her friendly behavior, then she'd be giving into the Phazon. She'd be giving into such a hot and very attractive lady... Such... Suchhhh... H-Haaah...

Samus let out a gasp as her helmet very suddenly disappeared, leaving her head exposed. And now... Now... T-The air around her... It had such a thick smell. Such a thick scent of pure sex...

"For how much you've hardened yourself, you've left yourself open to an assault on your sexual senses! Like, c'mon, Sammy! Fuck around a bit more and you might've been ready to stop this!" Dark Samus giggled as she came closer and closer. Her body slowly but surely turned into goop as she got closer to Samus. "Just let me in and let me fill you up. Then we can have lots of fun being Phazon. Together!"

An unbelievably difficult offer to resist. An impossibly difficult offer to say no to. She tried to stagger backward, but her body was... Her body was far too hot. And perhaps her mind had been able to resist, but her body certainly hadn't been able to.

Samus... Samus took a single step forward, straight towards the goop in front of her. The living will of the Phazon that had infested her. The pink Phazon that planned on corrupting her even further. It was so... So difficult to resist...

So much so that she just ended up wrapping her arms around that slime. Gasping as it flooded straight into her, through her mouth. Into her body. She could feel it filling her more and more... No, that wasn't quite right. Especially since she felt a certain kind of pull...

It was more like... More like she was being pulled out of her suit. More like she was melting into more Phazon. Melting and becoming one with the Phazon inside of her. Melding and melting and accepting her fate to be one with Dark Samus..!

And just like that... There was nothing left of Samus. Nothing more than a pile of Pink Phazon that had collapsed in on itself as soon as it had merged with her, with her suit simply just standing there motionlessly, lacking a wearer. It simply stood tall and still, unfazed. Unrelenting...

Little by little, the slime that had slurped up Samus started to bubble once again. And bit by bit, Dark Samus seemed to take form. At least, that's what it seemed at first...

"Ehehehehe... So nice..." "Ehehehehe... So big..."

But there were actually two of her. Two identical and giggly copies of Samus. Each made out of Phazon. Each nothing more than an existence that wanted to spread and cover everything. Everything should become just as giggly as them. Everything should become Phazon...

It was why they were pressing up against each other. Why they were pressing their breasts up against the opposite girl's. Letting the squishy nature of their bodies get the best of them. But there was much more that they could do, now that they were one and the same. They were Phazon, after all... And Phazon lived to spread as much as it could.

And there just so happened to be a nice vessel for their Phazon to pour through right in front of them. The two Phazon Samuses let a tendril reach out and grab the helmet that had fallen off the armor, lifting it back onto the armor that they had once worn...

Before both of them puckered their slimy lips and kissed the helmet on its 'cheeks'. Sending their pulsating power through it, all so that it could be transformed by their mass. All so that it could be just as Phazon-y as they had become.

The Armor sparked and jittered, as the Phazon managed to energize it and power it up. It was able to move ever slightly, since Samus had gone through the trouble of installing a very rudimentary AI in case of extreme emergencies...

But that didn't last. Not as the armor took a much more feminine shape. The breastplate took on the shape of a generous bosom, complete with sculpted nipples despite the fact that it was nothing more than a machine. Just like a slit formed between its... Between her legs, one that was leaking Phazon with every second that passed...

A light turned on within the helmet, and a pair of horny eyes started to gaze outward. The Phazon had claimed the suit, turning it into yet another bimbo... That's, like, right. That's what Dark Samus had become by focusing on spreading. That's what Samus had become by becoming one with the Phazon. That's what all three of them were.

Bimbos. Bimbo Phazon, in fact. And the three of them wanted to keep spreading more and more. Not a single thing would be left uncorrupted. Not a single thing should be left un-Phazoned...

And as luck would have it, they had a small army waiting for their return... And for the chance to become just like them, ehehehe...

---

"Miss Aran's not back yet. Isn't she supposed to be really good at this?"

"She is, but sometimes she takes her time! Haven't you seen the reports?"

"Yeah, but there's no upgrades on this planet. It's just a bunch of plants and a lot of pretty colors. What could she possibly find here?"

"Just give her a bit and she'll return!"

Multia's many facets were arguing amongst themselves as they waited for Samus to return. A lot of them had gotten rather restless. And the one that had interacted with Samus, well, she didn't blame them at all. Because she was just as restless as they were.

She went on this mission to... Well, she went on this mission to help her idol. And she was helping her, but in such an indirect way that she felt underutilized. Not that she didn't expect it, Samus Aran was a very impressive lady and all that, but she really wanted to have fun with her and try out fighting against Monsters with her!

"Please don't argue so much, it's hard to think." Another Multia spoke up, and she frankly had a point. Due to the nature of how she was able to split apart, that also meant each and every copy of her had their own mind that was connected to the central network. And since nobody could figure out how to tune out the others, everyone heard everyone's thoughts.

Which, granted, also made them really good at working together when the chips were on the table. But it also left them incredibly vulnerable if somebody were to hijack one of them. She had... Well, she had a couple of stories about that during training. One of her copies decided to go have fun after training, and the rest just...

"Mmmm... I smell something in the air..." "Ehe, like, sex..."

All of the Multias heard the sound of a sensual voice echoing through the air, and they quickly armed themselves and pointed their weapons in the direction of the voice. They had no time to argue, because a threat had clearly made itself known. A threat that they all needed to work together to take down.

But just as quickly as they were able to put their minds to good use and focus on what was coming towards them, they were faced with something beyond shocking. Namely, the presence of one... No, of TWO Samus Arans... And both of them were distinctly slimier than they ever had been before.

Not only that, but they had curves that were to die for. Much bigger breasts than any of the Multias, much larger rears that almost made several of the Multias beg to be sat on so they could feel how squishy those bottoms were, and thighs that could either crush them or drown them considering their slimy nature. All in all, sexy but deadly. As expected of Samus Aran..!

"They look cute. Like, they're gonna be so useful too!" One of the copies of Samus said, while the other simply giggled and pushed her hands up against her breasts. They both looked beyond horny, which made it difficult to take them seriously as threats.

Yet all of the Multias’ suits made it very clear. Those two were made from Phazon. They were what they had been hunting. So to let them go now... What a terrible idea that was. As such, each made sure to take aim, before pulling the trigger!

The small army of identical girls all fired at the two slimy women, who simply laughed as the bullets tore them apart. Or at least, that's what it seemed to do. But instead, a much more horrifying thing started happening...

Every single bullet was absorbed after it left their body, turning into a giggly looking glob of energy. Almost like they had been turned into a living cross between Phazon and an X Parasite. And with so many bullets flying around, the amount of Bimbo Phazon Parasites that flew through the air after that...

It was far too many to count. And no matter how many Multias there were, it wouldn't be enough to handle the onslaught of Parasites flying through the air. Especially as they just kept multiplying as they were shot.

The Bimbo Samus pair giggled more and more as they watched their 'offspring' descend upon the small army. Neither of them realized that they were able to produce X Parasite-like entities, because the Metroid DNA in them should've neutralized them completely. But Phazon was a very strange substance, even when it was a threat. So to have it be able to reproduce these things... Ehe, not that surprising after all.

One by one, the Multias were assaulted by one of the Bimbo Phazon Parasites. The flying energy sank in through their suits, as they were immediately struck by pleasure that was beyond anything that they ever could've imagined. Such powerful sensations forced them far beyond the brink that they couldn't help but cum.

And as one came, so did another. The sensations spread through the network that made up their minds, and any that were made to cum before a Parasite managed to merge with them just ended up leaving themselves vulnerable. Forcibly merged with the living Phazon that worked quickly to erase their individuality...

Leaving the Multias to giggle as their armor fell off, and revealed yet another slimy Samus. Another Bimbo that joined the Phazon that had made them. Another giggly menace that would spread far across the stars...

Only the Multia that had greeted Samus managed to break free, closing off her mind so she wouldn't hear the others cum. And she had managed to dodge around the Parasites as well, using what combat training had been drilled into her, as well as what she had learned by watching Samus as closely as she could, to dodge and dodge...

Right up until the moment she was struck by a missile. A missile that froze her, as she was absolutely smothered in solid Bimbo Phazon...

Naturally, the remaining Multia tried to struggle. Even as she started to feel that overwhelming pleasure that had converted all the others into more copies of that corrupted and bimbofied Samus. Even as she started to feel all the orgasms she had blocked out, as the connection to the rest of the 'hivemind' started to open once again...

Only as she gazed straight ahead at the one that had blasted her, and stared straight into the erotic eyes that peered back at her... The erotic eyes that belonged to the Phazon-corrupted suit that Samus once wore, did she lose control. And naturally, a scream erupted from her lips...

As she was consumed completely, and Samus' visage took her place. Giggling just like all the rest. Giggling like yet another droplet of pure arousal, like everyone else had become. Like all the others that were part of her...

"Ehehehehehehe... Look at that, we've got a whole army to play with!" The Bimbo Samus that had taken the lead giggled, her arms tenderly wrapping around her other half, giggling and squeezing her tight. Even if it just made them merge slightly due to the nature of their current state.

"Ehehehehehe... It's not an army, it's, like, an orgy!" The other Bimbo Samus giggled, as she pressed her thighs together. "Why don't we just get started? We don't have to leave yet, and stinky old Adam won't make the ship fly off without us."

The two of them giggled in unison, and all the other versions of them noticed what they were doing and were happy to join in. Of course they were more than happy to. They were made of the exact same all-consuming substance as they were. Consumed by the need to spread and proliferate and make everything part of them.

So it didn't take long before the two Bimbo Samus were joined by more of them. For their idle teasing to turn into sensuality as more and more hands were in play. Some groping, some rubbing, some fingering, and all of them having as much fun as they possibly could.

Every single act of sensuality melted into itself, as they kept on indulging more and more. More and more of these slimy copies melting and merging, until there was no real sign of them even trying to fuck each other. No, they were just one big pile of slimy pink Phazon. Bimbo Phazon, enjoying its own presence beyond anything else...

The bubbling pile slowly started to stir, as several massive tendrils shot out. Now that there were so many of them... Now that they had attained critical mass, they were finally strong enough to consume this planet. And from there...

Ehehehe... Ehehehehehehehe..!

---

"Like, welcome back, Mistress."

The only Bimbo Samus that had not joined with the mass that was currently burying its way into the planet to corrupt it more thoroughly, was the one that was in control of her old suit. It's not because she didn't want to join them. But rather, she wanted to spread. Just as her inner instinct told her to.

It was why she had interfaced with her space ship while they were busy merging. And why a holographic Bimbo Samus was hovering at her side. Even the AI that replicated old Adam was no match for the sheer intensity of the Bimbo Phazon that had claimed her. Transforming it into a replica of the other bimbos that were busy fucking as much as they possibly could.

If the Bimbo Samus Suit could smile, she would. But the sound of the bimbofied and converted Adam calling her Mistress would naturally make anybody blush. Especially if they knew how much of a pain he had been in the past. This was such a fresh and welcome change...

The Bimbo Samus Suit took a seat in the cockpit, her body shining for a second as she felt her entire body interfacing with the ship at large. Really, it was no longer a ship. It was a makeshift Leviathan... Or rather, just a mass of Phazon trapped within a mechanical shell.

It maintained all the functions it had prior. So that it could still be used to traverse the stars. And while all eyes ended up pointed towards the planet that was currently being corrupted, none would be focused on 'Samus Aran' and her ship. Even the parts of the Galactic Federation that had tried to hunt her down for her actions... Ehe, they'd find a nasty surprise if they tried to track her down...

She gazed out at the mass that was still sinking into the crust of the planet, before giggling just like they had. All while going through the motions to take off and leave this planet. Leave her sisters to spread all across this planet, and remake it into a brand new Phaaze...

The ship quietly hummed and giggled just like all the other Pink Phazon, before taking off into the skies above. And from the skies, into the dark and cold expanse of space. Such a drab, colorless void barely illuminated by all sorts of lights in the sky...

But this living suit knew that it wouldn't remain colorless or void for long. Once everything had been consumed by her and her Bimbo Phazon, then the lights would be brighter, and the black would be replaced by pink. It was only a matter of time too, since nothing was going to be able to stop her now.

With a giggle, the Bimbo Samus Suit and her Bimbo Phazon Ship took off. Destination? Who really knew. Wherever she'd have the most fun trying to spread herself onto others. Perhaps she'd pay those Space Pirates another visit and turn them into her Bimbos, ehehe...

The Galaxy... No, the Universe was her playground. And she was going to have a lot of fun...