In the eastern quadrant of a far off galaxy, a man stood in a hall a room away from a docking bay, waiting for someone to arrive. This man was Officer Matthew Johnson of the G.F.S Champion battleship, of the 452nd fleet of the Galactic Federation, and he was currently waiting for Samus Aran, the Federations top bounty hunter to arrive. He was holding a small handheld computer containing the records for her most recent missions that the Federation had commissioned her to complete, something she had done more than successfully, and was on her way to receive her payment.

Samus herself was scheduled to arrive in roughly ten minutes, Johnson saw as he checked the time on the computer, and as such was surprised when Samus appeared just after he looked back up. He hadn't seen Samus in person before, but he had read her files, and news had gotten around about her… Generous figure, something that tended to get a bit more attention when not being officially noted on official records. Knowing that, he was surprised when he saw Samus walking down the hallway in her skin-tight zero suit with rather different proportions to what he was expecting. He was expecting her upper and lower bodies to be equally endowed, but saw that her chest was actually rather average, maybe even slightly small. But what really got his attention were her extremely wide hips, swaying naturally as she walked with her bottom heavy figure.

He attempted to stop staring as she grew closer, and reminded himself that he was here strictly on business, and gave her a salute as she stopped in front of him, Samus quickly returning the movement.
"Miss Aran," He started, looking over the screen. "You have completely your mission successfully, and your reward shall be dispensed to you now. If I may obtain your security clearance as a precaution…" He held out the device to Samus, who quickly entered her code. He was just about to make the transaction of credits to her account when she spoke up.

"Officer, if I may make a request?" She said, stopping Johnson.

"Request granted, Miss Aran. What is it?"

"I would like to take a copy of the after-reports for my missions." Johnson was surprised by this somewhat odd request. The after-reports contained extensive records of her mission, with details of how the mission went, data obtained during it, and so forth. Most notably were the complete video recordings of the mission made by Samus during it, which is what made the request so odd. Technically, Samus should have a copy of the files on her own, and he couldn't see why she'd want another copy. But then again, who was he to turn down the request of the bounty hunter with a perfect record of service to the Federation? He tapped a few commands into the device, and produced a tiny storage chip from the side, handing it to Samus.

"Now, if I may continue with the transaction…" Samus stopped him again.

"I would also like to delay the official completion of my missions to the officially scheduled time, Officer." This one had him completely confused. She was right here, why would she want him to put it off? But then again, he supposed he could let her get away with this, even if it was odd. After all, it was only going to put him back ten minutes. He cleared her, and Samus walked away, hips swaying down the hallway until she turned the corner, leaving his sight.

Ten minutes later, right on time, Samus returned, and Johnson struggled to keep surprise out of his face when he saw her. Unlike before, her figure matched the descriptions he had heard, with her chest being far above average, bouncing slightly as she walked, while her previously massive hips was now just wider than normal, matching her chest. He attempted and failed to stop staring, and hoped she hadn't noticed as he brought up the computer.

"Now, Miss Aran, if you would like to continue?" He asked her, and she took a second to reply, like she was remembering something. She picked up again, and quickly responded.

"Yes, of course." She entered in her code again, and soon the transaction of credits was complete, with Samus now richer, and Johnsons job over. She walked down the hall back to the docking bay, and Johnson went his own way, his work completed for the day. Hopefully next time he'd get someone less confusing, like Ghor or Gandrayda. At least he knew why her body changed.