Samus held up her hand in the mirror, taking a few steps back to shrink her reflection such that her hand could cover most of it with ease. First she obscured her top half, showing her slender waist and her toned, perky ass. Then she lowered her hand, showing off her truly impressive bust. If you were to show either half to somebody, they would have certain expectations of the other, would they not? And yet here she was, lopsided and uneven. Her chest was doing a disservice to her ass, and vise versa. One could get away with being no tits and all ass, but a woman with all tits and no ass merely felt incomplete. It really was starting to bother her, not least of all because she knew the solution to her dilemma.
It just wasn’t right, Samus thought to herself as she compared the cheeks of her skinny jeans to the cups of her bra. It only stood to reason that one of them should naturally be larger than the other, was it not?
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“Hey girls!” Samus announced her arrival, her gait noticeably different and the extra jiggle of her ass being something she could very much feel with each step in her one-inch heels and painfully tight jeans. The group was ready for a normal morning catching up on celebrity gossip at a local cafe, but today Samus was ready to make it all about her.
“Notice anything different?” Samus said, flashily running her hand from her hair and glamourously flipping it out, which would have looked much more impressive if she still had straight hair and not fluffy curly hair that already took up the width of her shoulders.
Daisy gasped. “You finally got your butt done!”
“And you girls are gonna have to help me replace my wardrobe.” Samus said proudly, swiveling herself around to give them the best view, getting a round of congratulations and a few less than discreetly drawn eyes from the male customers of the cafe.
Her ass was at least twice the size it was before, soft and globular, just begging to be squeezed. Samus had taken what she called a scientific approach to enhancing it. She needed something that was big enough to balance out having breasts bigger than her head, which meant she couldn’t hold back. Despite this she had erred on the cautious side, so for the moment each perfectly smooth cheek was just a little bit bigger than each breast, giving her an even profile sticking out in both directions. Just enough that one wouldn’t overshadow the other. It wasn’t perfectly balanced, but it was the best she could do with what she had, and that was good enough. Life didn’t always give you something perfect, you had to compromise.
“It really matches your boobs!” Cassie complimented her, the girls somehow managing to eke out ten minutes of discussion and planning purely around Samus’ inflated ass. Samus drank in the praise and attention, already looking forward to the shopping trip. Finally, she’d line up with the sizes that they had all been throwing around when it came to legwear, maybe even bigger?
“Wow, are you going to do your hips next?” Ashley asked, innocently enough
“The hips?” Samus faltered. She hadn’t really thought about that, hyper-focused on purely her ass.
“Yeah, it’s like, not a butt without good hips!” Ashley quoted an old adage. Samus looked down. Did she look weird? Did her new butt look off? Had she just made herself uneven again? No, that was ridiculous. She had good hips.
“Um, maybe later. One step at a time, right?” Samus managed to muster, but already her enthusiasm had a dent in it. She couldn’t help but notice that although she didn’t have the smallest ass anymore, she definitely had the narrowest hips out of her group. Still, they were good hips! Plenty curvy by normal standards. She was just biased by the group she was in. It wasn’t like they were disproportionate or anything.
“You know, maybe do your thighs while you’re at it…” Ashley went on, causing Samus to start to dismiss her out of annoyance. Was she going to tell her to redo her entire body while she was at it? She could really stand to have a little class, even if she was a ditz.
“Hey, give Jessie a little time, okay? She looks great already.” Cassie interjected, noticing that the demand for more adjustments was starting to rain on the parade. That sealed off the topic for the time being, and reassured Samus that Ashley was just being a bit of an airhead who was a little too quick on the draw when it came to gene splicing. Her treatments were a frequent topic after all, and she was always talking about how she had this or that she wanted to change about herself. Samus was able to forget about it by the time they got to the mall, although despite her best efforts the topic always kept creeping up on her in the back of her mind.
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The smugness on Samus’ face at the club was simply palpable as she kept a running tally of how many eyes were directed at her new booty shorts, drinking in the attention and more importantly the validation that she had made the right call on blowing herself up. She even made sure to occasionally bump it against a boy’s crotch when she was dancing, something that was a little trashy even by her standards that she wouldn’t consider were she not in the honeymoon period.
Normally Samus would have just said that they were more interested in her boobs, but she had put as much of a stop to that as a woman with melons her size could. She was wearing a loose-fitting sweater under a fur-trimmed jacket that muffled as much of her silhouette as possible, much of the fabric being pushed out and the done-up jacket hanging straight down rather than contour to her body. Normally it was what Samus would accuse a girl of wearing to conceal putting on a little too much weight around the waist, and it was way too hot even for the air-conditioned club, but the experiment was paying off so far.
“Hey, Jessie! Love the work you got done!”
Samus turned, not entirely mind you, that would spoil the view, to see one of her many past pick-ups beckoning for her with a carnivorous look on his face.
“You like it?” She said, rubbing her hip against him, which didn’t get much of a reaction seeing how her hips weren’t actually any wider than usual.
“Hell yeah I do.” He cheered, giving it a quick slap that left her swollen orbs wobbling from the impact. “How about I help you test ‘em out for a change.”
Samus’ smile drooped a little. How come everybody kept assuming that was what she was into? First Daisy mentioned it and now him, and she got the impression that it wouldn’t be the last time she heard it. Contrary to popular belief, just because she had a bigger ass didn’t mean she was any more interested in anal sex than when she started. She already had a perfectly good hole that needed filling.
“Maybe next time.” Samus let him down casually. “You think you can settle for the usual?”
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“Say, girls…” Samus slipped in as casually as she could. “How do you feel about gene splicing, anyway? You know, asking for a friend.”
“You thinking of getting something else done, Jess?” Cassie immediately asked, being goodhearted enough to take Samus’ hastily added line at the end as a joke. Which it was! Totally. Nobody would be dumb enough to fall for that anyway. Except maybe Ashley.
“Maybe.” Samus said with slightly pursed lips. “It’s just, it’s kind of a big deal, you know?”
“It is?” Krissi asked, surprising Samus with her instant honesty. “That’s like, the first time I’ve heard that.”
“It’s a big deal if it’s your first time.” Daisy pointed out to her brunette friend. “Don’t judge just ‘cause you got your face done ages ago.”
“I guess you’re right.” Krissi admitted, her ever so slightly too perfectly gorgeous face pleasantly smiling in acceptance. “Mom was doing it since forever, and she was always like, ‘if you don’t like it, just fix it yourself’!”
“She didn’t ever regret it or anything?” Samus asked before realising it was a bit rhetorical at this point.
“Nah, but, like, she did regret having my big sister before she got her boobs done,” Krissi chuckled. “Maddie’s always been super jealous that I got Mom’s new boobs but she didn’t.”
“It’s not that big of a deal, to be honest.” Daisy went on to say, patting Samus on the shoulder to reassure her. “I was a little worried when I fixed my height, but it’s not like you can’t just change it back if you don’t like it, right?”
“Yeah, yeah!” Ashley pitched in. “It’s not like it sticks or anything.”
It was easy to see why they seemed surprised that Samus was apprehensive about the whole deal. The way they treated it, it was like to them it was just another part of their outfit to change, or like getting their hair styled. You wouldn’t think it was a big deal to change your makeup, right? Apparently, the same was true for your genetic makeup as well. No matter how she looked at it, with how easily available the treatment was, it held about the same level of gravity.
“You’re pretty and have a nice body already, so you don’t have to worry about it if you haven’t made up your mind.” Cassie, the only one to have not dabbled in gene splicing at any point thanks to her naturally curvy body and good looks, told her. Samus was flattered, but she was sure that that nice body could be a lot better. Plus, Cassie hadn’t seen her before she blew up her boobs.
“I guess it’d be fine if I tried it sometime. There’s a first time for everything.” Samus decided with a small smile, catching Daisy’s attention.
“You didn’t splice your butt?” Daisy was visibly confused.
“Um, yeah, I had something else done to it.” Samus realised immediately that she had messed up. “You know, it was, uh, tissue growth and stuff, I thought it’d be easier to fix if I messed up since it’s not genetic…”
“That sounds way harder to fix!” Krissi exclaimed. “Jessie, you shouldn’t be doing weird stuff like that without telling us!”
“Is it really that scary?” Cassie seemed legitimately concerned at Samus’ avoidance of what was a very safe and proven science, and Samus began to panic that she was looking like some wacko who only believed in alternative treatments.
“No, totally not at all! I was just… cautious! That’s all!” Samus insisted, not liking the way they were looking at her. The idea that gene splicing was weird had clearly never even occurred to these girls, and here she was avoiding it like the plague! It was clear that she had committed some big faux-pas, something that definitely didn’t line up with her cover story of being just another rich girl.
“Just tell us next time, okay?” Cassie extended the olive branch as Samus felt like she had cornered herself. “Don’t go doing anything that might mess you up if it goes wrong, your body is important. Krissi knows a doctor you can talk to if you really need to-”
“It’s fine, I get it!” Samus broke away, getting a bit too worked up. “I won’t do anything stupid, okay? I was just trying to be cautious. That’s all.”
Samus made it clear that the conversation was over, and they soon got back into their usual rhythm, the rest trying to not bother Jessie over it. One thing was for sure, any more of her homemade methods were strictly off the table.
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Samus frowned as she turned around in the mirror. Ashley was right, something did look off, even if she hadn’t necessarily noticed it. It just didn’t look right, sticking out so far from one angle yet being so subdued from another. Sure, she gave people plenty to look at behind and the side, but from her paranoid perspective, little from the front. Plus, wide hips would let anybody know that she was packing some heat from the front, whereas her jiggling cheeks needed to be viewed from the side or behind
There was just one problem: her machine couldn’t do hips. Enlargement of the buttocks was simple enough, but to alter the hips required fundamental restructuring of the pelvis. Sure, her equipment could rebuild a shattered pelvis, even one missing bones entirely, but it did so by reconstructing what it was meant to be originally, with little margin of error. If Samus wanted it to make her hips wider, she’d have to crush her bones to powder and then mess with the restoration options, a distinctly unpleasant thought any way you cut it, one that would probably leave major complications anyway. It simply wasn’t what her machine was designed to do, and would require at the bare minimum a professional gene splice.
Samus was still a little apprehensive of the process. It was almost a little too flexible, too lacking in consequences. Everything had a catch, didn’t it? Yet this seemingly didn’t. But it was a far cry better than amateur body alterations in the back of a spaceship, and the mere idea that she had gotten this far without professional help made her look reckless at best, and foolish from most perspectives. Her friends would never let her live it down if she did anything remotely complicated with such a clunky method, and for good reason. Why was she trusting something as valuable as her body to a clumsy process made by exploiting highly sensitive equipment?
Come to think of it, wasn’t gene splicing what Samus needed if she wanted to undo her homemade enhancements anyway? Gene splicing wasn’t just used to alter or redesign, it was also used to restore the body to normal. One way or another, she was eventually bound to take a trip down to a gene splicing clinic sooner or later. It might just be a bit earlier than she expected.
Samus began to tap her foot irritably. This was really, really starting to bother her. Most of her friends had had at least one brush with gene splicing, major or minor, and they all seemed perfectly fine after it. Why was she holding herself back? It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about gene splicing and what it could do for her many times in the past. Samus felt like she had two halves staring themselves down, daring the other to draw first to be defeated in this mental back and forth.
Samus growled and turned away from her mirror, stomping out of the room as she forced the debate to grind to a halt. Whatever! She’d sleep on it and see if she cared in the morning. If she was just overthinking it, she’d stop caring in a day or two. She wasn’t stupid enough to make an impulsive decision when it came to something like this. With any luck, her worries would go away. But they didn’t. She couldn’t help but think about it when she slipped into her bikini, and every time she tugged on the fabric to stop it from vanishing into the void between cheeks. She thought about it when she was looking at shorts, and how most of them assumed that she’d be packing the hips to match. She thought about it when guys were checking out her ass, simultaneously proud of it and frustrated that it had such a glaring flaw that could be so easily remedied.
To Samus’ credit, she lasted a whole week before she ended up right back where she started, staring at herself in the mirror. Oh, to hell with it! Samus grabbed her phone and booked an appointment as quickly as she should, not bothering to offer more than vague details in order to lock it in before she had any second doubts. There! She had done it. No backing out now. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it until the day arrived.
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on way 2 new bod!! Samus texted as she approached the clinic, modestly sized compared to the towering structures surrounding it. Tellingly for the type of city she was in, it was rather close to the town hub, meaning she didn’t have to travel far to reach it. She was wearing her stretchiest leggings and a simple t-shirt, hoping that would be good enough by the time she was done. In hindsight she should have worn a dress so she didn’t have to worry about tearing any pants, but Samus still didn’t really enjoy wearing them and hadn’t gotten into the habit just yet.
Just walking through the sliding doors showed Samus that this place was much wealthier than your average hospital. It was lavishly furnished, combining a certain rich warmth with the sterility of a doctor’s office that she would expect. Samus had been expecting a much colder, more intimidating environment, and the difference helped her relax a bit. Too many Space Pirate genetic experimentation labs had skewed her expectations a bit.
“Miss Hale, I assume?” The brunette receptionist gave a crooked smile, and when Samus saw somebody who for once wasn’t straining their blouse’s buttons, it reminded her that B-cups were in fact the norm, not the exception. Definitely a woman who wasn’t using her employee discount. Samus wasn’t sure if she considered that a good thing or not. Wouldn’t it be a selling point if the girl at the counter was a taste of things to come? Of course, she wasn’t nearly enough of an insensitive airhead to actually say that to her face.
“Please, take a seat, we’ll be with you shortly.” She was instructed, Samus taking a slightly uncomfortable seat in the empty waiting room, causing her to wonder if it was always this lonely or if she had just arrived particularly early in the morning. Her nervousness was quelled by reruns of Harem Hotel on the large TV, the waiting room rather luxurious as befitting high-class clientele. Samus was propped up slightly by her big butt, and couldn’t help but notice that her hips weren’t even close to filling out the sides of the chair. Maybe she’d widen them by that much?
“Miss Hale?” A nurse poked her head around the corner, Samus almost jumping out of her seat.
“Yes! That’s me!” She babbled out, marching over to her.
“Dr Johnson is ready to see you. We hope you enjoy your first session with us!” She told her cheerfully. “But first, we have a little paperwork for you to fill out. Normally you would have done that first, but you made an express booking. We need you to sign off on your genetic template, you see.”
“Template?” Samus asked.
“Yes, it’s our clinic’s policy to keep a backup of your genetic template, free of charge for your first year.” The nurse explained. “That way it’s easy to undo any unwanted treatments if you change your mind later. For our first treatment, we offer reversions absolutely free of charge if you’re unsatisfied. Of course, most aren’t!”
She winked at Samus, who was relieved to hear the news. She had expected this policy, but it was good to have it all laid out for her. Everything could be fixed, no matter what.
“Can you save a second template? Later on, I mean.” Samus asked, having already figured out a good plan.
“Under one of our plans, yes. Most are satisfied with our service enough to not need it, though.”
“Okay, just asking.” Samus said as the nurse handed her a tablet to get her signature and details. Well, that was just swell, wasn’t it? When she got back to work, she could just swap between her work body and her play body without worrying about having to worry about losing either. It was a completely win-win situation! Now she felt silly for worrying about the whole thing.
With the paperwork done, Samus was walked into a room that had made an obvious effort to be as friendly as possible, hiding most of the equipment and placing a comfortable bed in the center. She was instructed to remove her clothes and put on a thin patient’s gown, although that too would come off during the operation. She was introduced to her doctor, who gave her a quick rundown on the details of the whole treatment. She would give detailed instructions via a machine, and then put to sleep while the treatment was underway. When she woke up, she’d have a brand new body ready and waiting for her, complete with before and after pictures if she wanted them.
“Miss Hale, we’ve noticed that you’ve had some alternative treatments to certain areas of your body.” Her doctor told her, looking at her file. “We’ll be making those all natural, with your permission of course.”
Samus gave the okay, and soon got to work on the extremely detailed yet easy to use body designing machine. Samus had initially intended to just increase her hips and thighs a bit, but realised by the time she was done she had given herself much meatier thighs than she had intended to match. She decided to not undo it, figuring that thighs were an important part of the package and they might look a bit too skinny if left unchecked.
Finally, Samus had one part left of her hourglass to worry about: the waist. She looked good, but maybe she could look better if she cinched it in a little? It seemed so trivially easy when she did it on the machine, her hourglass figure so much more pleasing. It wasn’t what she had planned, but… why even come out here if she wasn’t going to make good use of it? Samus didn’t want to make another mistake where she regretted not making a complete package as soon as she walked out of the building. What would she do if one of her friends said “but what about this?” the moment she saw them? Samus adjusted the slider, her mind made up. Better safe than sorry.
With the details decided, a mask lowered over Samus’ face. Naturally, this was when she began to have second thoughts. Actually, she changed her mind, she decided as the ceiling began to spin. She was fine with her lopsided proportions after all! She’d just tell the doctor and apologise for calling off this whole silly affair. Gene splicing was too much for her after all. All of her friends would have a nice big laugh about it later, but she wouldn’t mind. Huh, that was funny, her mouth wasn’t working. When she tried, it all came out slurred and unintelligible. She’d have to motion for it instead. Strange, her arms didn’t seem to be listening to her today either. She wondered why she wasn’t bothered more by that. Come on arms, get going! She giggled a little at that. The doctor was starting to look strange too! How was she supposed to trust a doctor who was swaying all over the place?
Samus had already gone funny from the anaesthetic by the time she started to doubt herself, and from the doctor’s perspective all she did was mumble out a few random words before her eyes glazed over and her eyelids began to droop. Just another rich girl using daddy’s money to give herself the body of her dreams, as far as he was concerned. Now, it was time to get to work...
Samus’ eyes fluttered open, the futuristic anaesthesia not leaving her groggy for long. Where was she? Was it over? She didn’t feel any different. She was still in the room, alone this time. Had there been some kind of mistake? She was back in the patient’s gown, and wondered if she had dreamed the whole thing once the gas kicked in, and they had delayed the operation for whatever reason. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, ready to go find out just what was going on and- woah! Her eyes bulged as she got her first look at her bulging thighs. Those were thicker than she remembered! It really had happened after all!
There was a mirror in the room, and Samus hurried over to it, her hips already swaying from the extra girth. She gasped, covering her mouth in a girly motion she had picked up from Krissi as she saw how her hips had widened by quite a few inches, luscious thighs twice as thick as they had been before making sure that the shape was incredibly eye-pleasing. She ran her hands along her new hourglass, the shape exaggerated by her much thinner waist, more waspish than she had thought it would be. Not quite as much as Krissi or Ashley, but about on par with Daisy. She was fascinated by how far her hands went in when she placed them on the sides of her waist, having lost inches in width on that front.
It wasn’t that she looked good. She looked great! Hot! Sexy! Babealicious! Samus Aran had nothing on this! She broke out into every sexy pose she could think of, lifting the skirt of her gown to get a better look, giving the nurse who walked in without warning a good look. Fortunately the nurse was well used to curvy naked women, and was more surprised that she was up and about.
“Oh, you’re up already, Miss Hale. That was certainly faster than we expected.” She exclaimed, and Samus figured this was due to her Chozo genes shrugging off the effects faster. “How do you feel about your new body?”
“Great!” Samus grinned from ear to ear. “Never been better!”
There were some formalities to attend to with payment and template storage and the like afterwards, but Samus was glowing through the whole thing, and almost forgot about her before-and-after until the nurse offered to show her them, and the difference was staggering. Looking at it now, Samus realised just how terribly mismatched her thighs had been with her big ass. In fact, her entire lower section was a joke, looking absolutely absurd no matter how you looked at it. Samus was downright mortified by how she had let herself go a whole week like that, and resolved to never go that long with an awkward change again. Of course, she was unlikely to be back any time soon, but it was something to think about.
Samus strutted out of the clinic with her leggings ready to burst at the seams, having taken an immense amount of effort to get them up over her hips, and she could feel her body-hugging top pushed in to reach her new waist. It was perhaps not the best waist for fighting, but Samus didn’t really care, she’d be in her suit anyway. More importantly, she couldn’t wait to show everybody! This was like, the best day ever!