Samus reached out her gloved hand to revert the change, before something settled in her mind.

"Why would I ever need to reverse this form?" She asked herself, pulling back her hand. "It's already perfect as it is, suitable for one such as myself." Samus turned her hefty body around and carried herself back to her ship, leaving her armour behind as her mind began to rearrange itself, a few more changes being made as well. She approached her ship and raised her hand, a small platform lowering to let her on. She stepped on, and the platform raised her into her ship, as a gentle female voice played from the intercom.

"Welcome back, my queen." It said as Samus began to walk down the ship's hallway. To fit her new queenly body, her ship had been remodelled to match. The floor was covered in an extremely fine and high-quality velvet-like fabric, while the walls were adorned by fine works of art, many of Samus herself, among the golden lights that kept the ship at an optimal lighting. Her dress brushing the floor slightly as her huge hips shook, Samus passed what was once a small and utilitarian room, now a large and finely detailed room, with a massive and elaborately detailed bed, many dressers and cupboards carrying a multitude of clothing, jewellery and makeup, the exercise room and gym having been removed to make room for her personal quarters.

The medical bay and weapons rooms had been cleared for equally fancy personal dining room s and bathrooms, both of which Samus passed on her way to the bridge, which was rather now a room with a large and painstakingly decorated and patterned throne, which Samus carefully set herself down on, specially made to fit her generous dimensions. She set herself back comfortably while never dropping her regal and in control air, as she called for her computer.

"Computer, set a course for K-2L."

"Of course, my queen."  The gentle voice of the AI responded as her ship began to undock from the satellite, still just as fast and heavily equipped as before, quickly leaving the satellite behind, along with her old life.

A few hours later, Samus was notified that she was approaching her home planet of K-2L, and the capitol of her empire. It was a highly populated and busy planet, generally regarded as the centre of the galaxy for anyone in it. But more importantly for her right now, the place of her home, the futuristic castle she called home. She walked to the exiting platform as the ship brought itself into the heavily shielded docking bay, a small squadron of guards waiting for her as she landed and disembarked, elegantly walking up to the captain of the guards, each one of them being clad in orange power armour, the sign of her personal guard.

"Welcome back, Queen Aran." The captain said, dropping to his knees and bowing to her. She motioned for him to rise, and kept walking, him and the rest of the guards following her.

"What events have occurred since my departure?" Samus asked the captain, who quickly responded.

"Little, but the Jigradian ambassador has requested a meeting with you in three days to resume negotiations." Samus raised an eyebrow at the news, having thought that she had dealed with this weeks ago.

"And what news is there of the Space Pirates?" She asked. It was a well-known fact in the new Galactic Empire that the queen had a deep hatred of the Space Pirates, and spent a great deal of her military power attempting to eradicate them.
"We've managed to destroy their base on Zebes, but we haven't completely eliminated their Metroid weapon." The guard replied. Samus nodded, before the guard decided to voice his own concern.

"My queen, as your personal guard, we would prefer it if you would not go off on your own like this again, or at least take a guard with you when you-"

"My personal doings are none of your concern, captain." Samus said sternly. "I am more than capable of handling myself." And with that, Samus left her guards, walking down the hallway to retire to her personal bedroom, content with her new position in life.