“Oh wow, Cassie, that one’s totally blowing up,” Krissi giggled as she tapped away at her phone at brunch.

“I know right?” Cassie grinned, blushing cutely. “I never thought I’d get a million likes on a picture for my silly little galaxigram account.

“But, like, you’re friends with me and you looked totally hot in that dress a couple nights ago,” Jenni slurred, already a bit drunk on her fourth mimosa. “You could, like, totes be an influencer n’ junk. All of you could. All my friends are, like, super hotties.”

The girls all feigned modesty and brushed off Jenni’s tipsy compliments while they all swelled with pride at her words nonetheless. They’d long gotten used to the tiny, curvy blonde constantly buttering her friends up with compliments to stay in their good graces when she inevitably put her foot in her mouth later.

Samus in particular found herself thinking about Jenni’s words. She was the only one in her group of friends not to have a galaxigram account, or any kind of social media really. Sometimes it felt like she was the only woman on all of Zathor-4 without some kind of account. She’d intentionally avoided it for the longest time at first because she’d thought it frivolous, and then on the off chance that someone might recognize the famous Samus Aran slumming it on a vacation colony.

But now that she’d had her face done, was there really any point in not getting one? Her friends all had accounts and thought they were awesome, so why couldn’t she finally take the plunge?

Besides, Jenni was right. She was hot. It would be a shame to let her looks go to waste only being seen by drunks in the club and studs on the beach.

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Samus laid down breasts-first on the pink sheets of her bed, idly kicking her legs like a teenage girl as she stared at the freshly created Galaxigram account that Cassie had helped her set up. Samus had been thinking lately, it wasn’t fair that only the people directly around her got to see her.

“Location?… sure,” Samus shrugged as she put the finishing touches on her profile.

“Jessie Hale: Just a girl living life on Zathor-4” her profile said. It was a little basic, but she didn’t know what else to write. Besides, she could always update that later as her account evolved.

The real question was what to do for her first picture. Samus wanted to take a sexy selfie and upload it so she could get flooded with praise and a much needed surge of pride, but she knew the unwritten rules of Galaxigram thanks to hearing her friends talk about it non-stop for more than a year now.

Only sluts and gold diggers looking to promote their OnlyStars accounts ever had their first picture on the gram be of themselves. It was always supposed to be something classy and neutral as your first pic, like shoes, or your pets, or a really nice meal - something like that. And only after doing a few pics like that could a girl be safe to post pictures of herself without being obvious about what she was after.

“My nu shoes!!!! totally cute!!!!!” Samus decided to post, with a picture of some cute heels and a lot of hearts and emotes in the text entry, as she always did while texting. She waited for the likes and reblogs to come flooding in.

Nothing.

Samus pouted, but she knew the first post was never supposed to be a big hit. That didn’t mean this didn’t sting though. She knew she would never get close to Jenni’s 980 million followers, but she hoped that maybe she’d at least get as many as Ashley’s 2 million. Samus knew she was way hotter than that bimbo.

...Maybe another photo that actually featured people this time would be the trick?

“brunch w the girlz!!!!!!” Samus posted a photo, Cassie automatically being tagged in it. It didn’t really get the reaction she wanted, probably because Cassie had already posted the same thing from her angle earlier that day.

Samus thought long and hard about it. What did she actually want to achieve with this account beyond fitting in with her friends and getting some attention?

Stardom.

She’d been doing her best not to dwell on it much the past few months, but hanging out with Jenni had made Samus realize just how much fun someone could have in the spotlight. Back when she was the galaxy’s most famous bounty hunter, Samus had technically been a sort of celebrity, but she’d been a fool to think she was anything close to the level of fame as Jenni Martini or stars like Gabbie Diaz and Deborah Ernest, or especially Brandi W.

But now that she’d been laying low for over a year now as Jessie Hale, Samus found herself missing the limelight she never knew she’d always wanted. She didn’t want to go back to any boring old bounty hunting yet, so if she wanted to regain the fame she deserved and foolishly threw away, she’d need to do it as Jessie Hale.

After all, Jenni kept telling her she could be a model and she did know all the best fashion trends of the season. She could easily use her new Galaxigram as a fashion blog and springboard herself to stardom from there, right?

Not wanting to appear too eager (or too slutty) Samus waited a whole day before posting a picture of herself to her account. She’d spent a solid three hours doing her hair and makeup and adjusting the lighting in her apartment all so she could take a bunch of pictures of herself in the latest LeBlanche brand ‘Sunday Funday Sundress.’

The long, flowy pastel pink dress clung to her huge bust and tiny waist like a second skin, but its relatively high neckline only showed off a hint of her incredible cleavage while the ruffled pleats of the dress’s skirt only teased at the possibility of her thick, pillowy soft thighs and perfect bubble butt. Accentuating the look was a floppy, wide-brimmed sun hat and a pair of large sunglasses.

Samus knew her selfie game was strong after all her time hanging out with her friends, so she knew all her best angles, but that didn’t stop her from taking over two dozen photos in front of her mirror anyway, just to be on the safe side.

After a solid half hour of deliberation, the curvy blonde settled on a pair of photos that did a good job showing off both the dress and Samus’s own beauty.

“My fav dress!!!! super cute!!!!! #LeBlanche4Eva” she settled on the caption before posting her picture at long last.

Almost immediately, she got a like and reblog from Cassie, followed by more from Ashley and Krissi. Daisy left a nice comment on the pic as well. Samus smiled; it wasn’t much, but it was a start.

By the end of Samus’s lunch that afternoon, the gorgeous blonde was shocked and excited to see her post had been liked over 8,000 times and reblogged nearly 4,000. She’d even gotten herself about 2000 followers. It was still nothing by the standards of a site with an entire galaxy’s worth of users numbering in the literal hundred billions, but it made Samus feel good nonetheless.

Clearly, the girl in the clothes was just as important as the clothes she was showing off, so maybe it would do to give people something a bit sexier to look at to really ensure they came back and stuck around for more next time she posted.

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“Gawd, I should have worn a different dress.” Samus said to herself as she caught sight of her reflection in the window of the cafe she and her besties spent their usual brunch get-together in. She had just gotten out of the clinic, having decided that it would be a perfect treat for her freshly earned fifty thousand followers if she improved her body a little. As a result her tits were bursting out of her previously snug top, which Samus was fine with, but not the fact that she had on impulse decided to drop her height a little, which caused the skirt to conceal more of her thighs than she hoped. Fortunately, her friends didn’t seem to notice her unbecomingly long skirt as they immediately picked up on her changes without her even needing to announce them.

“Damn girl, those’re the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen! God, that’s hot!” Daisy gaped, looking down at a freshly spliced Samus who had taken a couple more inches off her height and added that to her bust. Samus celebrated dropping an entire foot from her original height, landing at a positively tiny five feet three inches, with a slightly reinforced back to make sure that she didn’t have any back pain from her prize melon sized chests that her top was desperately struggling to contain. As was customary for her shaving off her height, Samus was sure to wear her shortest pair of heels, a mere two inches which left her craning her neck to look up at her friends and even Daisy, no longer the shortest of the group even without her four inch heels. Now that she was finally below her, Daisy felt kinda tall.

“Maybe I should, like, start thinkin’ about getting those too.” Ashley’s hands rose to her own chest in envy, subconsciously comparing the gap between her and Jessi. She had briefly overtaken her with last month’s splice, only to be put back in her place.

“I figured I’d get it as a gift to myself for hitting fifty thousand followers.” Samus giggled happily, constantly checking her phone to watch her numbers steadily tick upwards. “Maybe I should do something else at a hundred thousand?”

Cassie on the other hand, being the experienced social media expert she was, was far less impressed.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but those are rookie numbers, Jessie. You shouldn’t be getting ahead of yourself.” Cassie crossed her arms under her impressive by unaugmented standards but now pretty small by spliced standards breasts, hoping to temper Samus’ expectations a little. “Even a million would be big if it were just the people on this colony, but there’s like, a bazillion people on Galaxigram. I know you like giving yourself a boost every now and then, but if you were seriously popular and did it that often you’d never leave the clinic!”

“Geez, like, fine.” Samus was a little deflated, before she realised that it meant that she should expect her viewership to rapidly rise instead and her smug smile widened. “How about at a million then?”

“You’ve probably earned it by then.” Cassie agreed. “In fact, you probably should’ve waited for that in the first place.”

“I don’t wanna be boring though.”

“You’re cuter when you’re shorter, but you were about as hot as it gets anyway. Are you sure you really need it?” Daisy commented, enjoying finally being the taller of the two.

“There’s always room for improvement.” Samus disagreed. “I don’t wanna hear it from somebody who got their face done again last week!”

“Okay, you got me.” Daisy burst out into giggles, a flattering expression on her genetically perfect face. While she, Krissi, and Ashley had already blurred together to the point that they were borderline triplets, months of gradual tweaks and adjustments had caused the three to become totally indistinguishable by face alone. On top of that, perhaps spurred on by Jessi’s ever-expanding curves, the three had by design or by coincidence inflated themselves to mutually similar exaggerated curves. Were it not for their slightly differing heights and hairstyles, even they wouldn’t have been able to tell each other apart. Were it not for their curves failing to live up to their heiress friend’s, they might have been quadruplets with Jenni or Samus too. Samus of course, saw nothing wrong with this. Beauty was an ideal, after all, and all those chasing it were bound to end up a little similar. She couldn’t blame them for playing catchup with her, it was hard to innovate and easy to copy.

The topic moved away from Samus’ fixation on fame, although she still frequently checked her phone to watch her numbers steadily rise. Before brunch, she had made a pit-stop at home to take the second half of a before-and-after shot, to really make it clear to her modest audience that she’d improved herself. Her before-and-after pic of her in the same dress had been an instant hit, that being of her stylishly posing in a dress that had been snug to begin with, and was now desperately straining to maintain her augmented bust. The protesting neckline had eventually torn as her breasts burst out with a mighty pop, but it had lasted just long enough for her to get the perfect shot, and Samus considered it a noble sacrifice in the name of views.

“Jessie Hale: Fashion, Style, Fun. Serving looks everyday” her updated profile declared now that she had really figured out what she wanted the focus of her Galaxigram to be.

Samus smiled as her followers steadily went on the rise and her latest picture was flooded with likes and reblogs. She was glad she’d jumped on the Pre- and Post-Splice Picture bandwagon. It was one of the hottest trends on Galaxigram this week and Samus was determined to milk it for all it was worth. It was just a shame she didn’t have too many old before and after photos of herself from some of her other upgrades. She’d need to keep this tag in mind for when she hit one million and got something really hot for herself.

Eventually, Samus paused for a moment from her constant browsing. Wasn’t she forgetting something? Something related to her changes? Her height, specifically. Something she’d have trouble with now? Fitting into.. Her old clothes? No, wait, her power suit!

She had totally forgotten about that silly thing, and hadn’t taken it into account at all when she went past her self-imposed height limit on what she could reasonably still fit into her suit in. Well, she was glad she forgot, she was much cuter when she was this short, and in the absolute worst case scenario she could probably stuff something into the suit to make up the difference. It was high tech and all, she could probably make it work. Whatever, she’d just make a quick trip to the splicing clinic and put herself back in her old body. To be honest, Samus was barely even entertaining the idea at this point. It had been more than a year and she hadn’t heard a peep out of the Federation. Samus Aran was starting to become a distant memory, and the idea of trudging around on some dirty alien planet getting her beautiful skin bruised and scratched sounded icky and totally not fun at all. She hoped they never called her!

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Samus had worn five inch heels that day, but still found herself staring upwards at the muscular, confident man.

“Maybe I’ll think about it-” Samus began before having a muscular arm wrapped around her and pulled away from her friends and towards the man’s own group. Samus almost instinctively complained from the surprise, but decided to merely shrug and go along with it. That solved one problem, she supposed. He was good enough. Plus, he was really showing her off to his friends, making her look plenty desirable. As the obviously jealous group that he seemed to be the alpha male of showed, she was the prime catch, so she decided to make a show of being his. She enjoyed how they clearly wished they were him. She almost considered jumping ship to one of them just to tease him, but he seemed to have a firm grip on keeping her visibly fawning on him, constantly groping her and offering her drinks. Samus was once again happy to play along, deciding that he was a little pushy and domineering, but that just established her as the peak of hotness as well. This lughead was clearly the accessory to her.

“I’m gonna head off.” He eventually declared to his group, once again. “My girl here looks like she can barely stay on her feet.”

“I was gonna stick around a bit longer-” Samus began to protest, having a bit more party in her, when she gave a girlish squeal at being swept off her feet and put in a princess carry, her diminutive stature and weight making her easy to be transported to a hover-taxi as there was whooping and catcalling at the showy act. Samus was shocked at his bold move, but there was a first time for everything and it felt pretty nice to be put in such a romantic move, even if there was not a shred of romance from this red blooded caveman that was tonight’s date.

“Get your tits out, babe.” He commanded once they returned to his apartment, making a show of taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. All business, Samus could see as she too swayed like a stripper and took her top off, letting her perky tits flop out. “I’m not in the mood for foreplay.”

“Patience is a virtue.” Samus said as sexily as she could, not really appreciating the pace of this. Sometimes she was in the mood to just get on with it, but foreplay was an art and she liked to warm herself up. “You sure you wouldn’t like-”

“Nope.” He shut her down immediately, and Samus made an exaggerated sigh. He sure wasn’t making this one easy. Did he have any idea who she was? She really didn’t care for his attitude, even if jerks could be hot.

“Alright, big boy, you asked for it.” She climbed onto his lap and pushed him down onto his back, more like suggesting it given her lack of physical strength, and was ready to get to work in the cowgirl position and take him for a ride when she found her world abruptly turned upside down.

Before she knew it, the man had flipped her over and now she found herself with her back to the mattress, the man over her. He was lucky his meat-eating grin was hot, and that Samus wasn’t too picky with her positions. Still, she felt like she had to teach him a lesson, and show him who was really in charge here. Samus was used to being on top, and she wasn’t about to stop now.

“Hey, move it.” Samus whined irritably. “You’re- mph!”

Samus was silenced with a kiss, her mouth being invaded as she reluctantly returned it, a few moans mixed in as he began to grope her tits.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun.” Samus gasped once he finally broke contact with her pillowy lips. “Now will you-”

“Those lips weren’t made for talking, babe.” He pointed out, and she was shut up once again with round two. For somebody who claimed he didn’t like foreplay, Samus found that he was really putting her through her paces. She let him get away with it though, because it wasn’t like he was being rough. Just… in charge. He was clearly an experienced lover, that was for sure.

“Alright, now it’s my turn.” Samus declared once he let up again, and he seemed to be enjoying her protests. She wanted his cock on her terms, and he knew it, seemingly making a game of denying it to her. Samus made a few more attempts to reverse their situation, but he seemed to be toying with her and shut her every move down. This left her with one option: doing it herself! Samus pushed on his shoulder, expecting to easily turn him over so she could fuck him before he could recover. She had done it before, back in the first months of her vacation when some pushy jerk had gotten too uppity, and she had swiftly put him in his place. This would be the same.

But to her surprise, he didn’t even budge. It was like pushing on a rock, and in that moment Samus was suddenly made aware that he was a foot taller than her and had shoulders roughly the size of a barge. Meanwhile she was very short and very petite save for her curves, with arms barely a third of the width of his. Samus was brought right back down to reality when she realised that the only reason she had been able to take charge in bed with her many partners was because they let her, something he had no intention of doing. The days of a physically dominant Samus Aran were long gone.

“Just move!” She whined, sounding like a total brat. “Hey, are you even listening to me-”

“You complain too much.” He said, and Samus’ protests were brought to a swift and pleasurable end when she was finally penetrated by him, collapsing back as he began to plow her. Oh, he was huge, she could feel it! Never mind her complaints, with a cock like this he could get away with it! Samus mewled submissively as he got to work, Samus finding herself putting in far less effort than usual. Usually the guys were content to sit back and let her do the heavy lifting when she was clearly built for it, but this was far more one-sided against her.

Samus was initially unpleased with this, but soon found that she was having a much better time than she expected on the bottom. She got to really focus on the good parts, and there was something nice about somebody so much larger and stronger than her going to town on her, a little of what she felt like when she was being his arm candy in the club. In fact, wasn’t that what she wanted all along? Them doing the heavy lifting while she reaped the rewards? In fact, this might have been the superior position all along.

Still, Samus wasn’t about to let anybody else get away with this next time. Next time, she might be on the bottom, but only because she made sure that they put her there. Maybe she had been unconsciously arranging this situation with him, even. This guy just got lucky he was so hot, being manipulated by her like that...

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“You’re, like super sure about this one?” Samus asked, looking at the dress the brunette was holding up.

“When guys see a girl your size, they think ‘cute.’ You’re, like, still dressing like you’re tall!” Krissi insisted.

“Really? But, like, I thought I was dressing like I was sexy?”

Samus looked at the nearby mirror to appraise her outfit. Her tiny black booty shorts showed off her no longer very long, but still incredibly curvy and sexy legs, and clung to her bubble butt like a second skin. Her enormous, hefty tits were held up in an industrial strength pushup bra and displayed by a tight pink tube top that left her soft, but slender waist exposed, not that much of her now shorter torso could be seen beneath the sheer size of her tits.

“Doesn’t this cover too much?” Samus questioned, taking the frilly purple top from her friend and holding it against her expansive chest. It would still display a good bit of cleavage, but it was long sleeved and covered her entire chest and waist in rows and layers of decorative frills.

“No, it makes your boobs look bigger, see?” the ditzy fashionista smiled encouragingly.

Reluctantly, Samus ducked into a changing room to try on the top. Sure enough, it did manage to do the impossible and make her enormous boobs look bigger! Even though it didn’t cling to her inflated hourglass curves like she normally liked, the somewhat looser design on the waist seemed to merge her breasts together into one large jiggly curve up from where the bottom of the shirt clung to her wide hips, making her look like an almost perfect figure eight.

Samus stared at her reflection in awe. She looked really good and her boobs looked incredible. Maybe Krissi was onto something with this cutesy angle.

She wore her new top out of the store and continued on her shopping spree with the taller girl. The shirt was nice, but both of them were really here for dresses. It was always summer on Zathor-4, but to keep up a sense of seasons with the rest of the planets in this system, the resort colony would go through phases of being extra summer-y to only kinda summer-y and right now, the colony was heating up, so some new, airy dresses were just what every woman needed to keep cool.

“Oooh, I always wanted to see you in one of these!” Krissi squealed as she held up the brightest, girliest pink dress Samus had ever seen.

“It’s a bit… much, y’know?” Samus tried weakly, as Krissi’s sparkling blue eyes overwhelmed her with an intense aura that said that Jessi will be wearing this dress one way or another.

“You like pink, girly stuff, right?” Krissi argued logically, and this was true. Samus felt that after blue, her best colour was pink, and a large part of her wardrobe was comprised of it. And she did like girly, feminine dresses, albeit usually of the short skirted body hugging type. And she still wore t-shirts, boob tubes, crop tops, shorts, leggings, extremely skinny jeans on occasion. This one was, well..

“It’s just, y’know, it’s got hearts on it.” Samus pointed out the pattern. “Long skirts aren’t, like, my thing either.”

“Come ooon, it’s only to the knees! You’ll totally like it if you try it!”

Considering how her advice had already paid off, Samus took this dress with a bit less reluctance and stepped into a changing room while her friend did the same with a long white maxi dress.

Samus quickly changed into the light pink dress that was covered in tiny red hearts, feeling only a little ridiculous. She loved being sexy as hell and had accepted that she liked being a bottom more often than not, but she still had dignity damn it! Something this poofy and frilly was too girly for even her.

The fact that it covered her legs and hid the shape of her new ass was another strike against it.

Once she actually got a look at herself underneath the changing room lights she changed her tune though. While it wasn’t as clingy around her hips and ass as she’d like, it was so tight around her tits that her soft, tan flesh bulged over the built-in cups of the dress. The decorative red bow and sash beneath her bust could be tied and adjusted as needed, to give Samus the cinched waist look she loved so much, and served to give her breasts a bit more heft with the bow tied tightly beneath them.

But the real genius of the dress wasn’t apparent until someone was wearing it. On the hanger, it looked like boring, uniformly solid fabric, but once she put it on and shined some light on it, Samus realized that most of the dress was actually fairly transparent. The large, puffy princessy shoulders of the dress were completely translucent, letting anyone and everyone see the silhouette of her slender shoulders and dainty arms. The wide, loose pleated skirt of the dress became more and more transparent the closer to its frilled hem the fabric got. The shape of her thick thighs and even a hint of the silhouette of her wide hips were visible if you looked closely as well.

On an impulsive whim, Samus separated her long, thigh-length hair and tied them up into a pair of long golden blonde pigtails that hung down to her hips. Its contribution to completing her image couldn’t be understated, and Krissi was squealing at how adorable Jessi was now. This ultra girly dress put her over the edge from pretty in pink to pretty pink princess. It had its sexy parts, pushing sexy as far as it could go to compensate, but this was mainly an incredibly cute dress. She just had to have it! It totally added a splash of variety to her repertoire that she suddenly couldn’t picture herself without.

Twirling around a little and watching her totes adorbs pigtails trail along with her, Samus once again had to realise just how right Krissi was, and how stupid she was for resisting. The whole point of being Jessi Hale was to try out new things that she had previously been certain she wouldn’t like, and lo and behold, here was another thing that once she tried it she was totally into. What was even the point of being Jessi if she was stuck in her ways and wouldn’t change? She should have more faith in her friends.

“Say, Krissi…. Do you think you could help me find more stuff like this?” Samus asked in a cutesy voice to suit her cutesy look, and once again Krissi’s eyes sparkled as her dress-up doll consented. By the end of the day, there was a considerable amount of pink added to her overstuffed wardrobe...

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“It’s not faiiirrr!” Ashley moaned as the girls booed angrily at the TV, all packed together at Jessi’s apartment for this week’s episode of Harem Hotel, where their current favourite had just been eliminated. Samus too was displeased, as the rivalry between Christie and Monique sparked by an early episode where the two accidentally wore the same dress to their group date had been the most engaging element of the season. Their petty revenge ploys had been a constant back and forth until Christie was eliminated.

“Why’d that jerk do it? Christie was perfect for him!” Ashley complained.

“He’s got no taste at all.” Cassie agreed.

“Totes, but I totally called it.” Samus said sadly. Unlike the others, she had picked up on a few things well in advance, being the observant woman she was. “Jacob always checked out their asses first, and Monique’s butt is way bigger, even if Christie has, like, way bigger boobs. Plus, he was like, always goin’ on about how he wanted a wife who wears a pretty dress and can cook an’ doesn’t talk much ‘cause he’s a shallow dick.”

Samus was pleased that she seemed to have noticed this but her friends hadn’t. Her mastery of noticing and analysing the male gaze was not to be underestimated, as it was vital for telling if guys were staring at her tits or her ass.

“Doesn’t respect women at all!” Daisy seemed particularly miffed by the realisation. “Yeah, I’d probably die if I ate Christie’s cooking, but that’s like, not the point!”

“I feel really bad for Christie though, she should’ve gotten with him.” Krissi sighed.

“No way, he doesn’t deserve her.” Samus impulsively argued. “This season’s Harem Hunk is a total dick. Every time somebody loses it’s like, winning in reverse! He just wants them for the sex.”

“That’s most of them though.” Cassie pointed out.

“Well, like, yeah,” Samus was forced to admit. “But he said he wanted, like, morning BJs from ‘em, like that’s the first thing they should think of when they wake up. That’s totally sexist!”

Samus was particularly miffed by that one. She liked to give morning BJs to any guy who actually stuck around long enough for her to wake up in bed with them, but only because she wanted to. Morning blowjobs in bed were a privilege, not a right! They were completely devalued if girls did them all the time.

“He just wants a dumb housewife who’ll do whatever he wants. That’s not a fair marriage at all!” Samus continued to complain. “I’d never let a guy walk all over me like that. He’d totally know that I’m the boss.”

“Yeah, I don’t like this guy at all either.” Jenni chimed in. “I liked Larry from last season, he was a nice guy. Remember when he did that charity work for those starving orphans? How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“Larry was too nice.” Ashley interjected. “I liked Biff from season eighty-five more. He, like, knew when to take charge with a girl.”

“Biff? That guy was all muscles for brains.” Cassie snorted.

“What’s wrong with muscles?” Ashley said defensively.

“Bill was pretty dreamy.” Daisy said with a flutter of her eyelashes, the redhead thinking wistfully back to her first Harem Hunk when she started watching the show.

“You’re just saying that because he looked like Matthew Daemon and you’ve got a huge crush on him.” Samus jabbed playfully, having had to sit through pretty much every movie that had him in a major or minor role with Daisy.

“Yeah, but that look’s the classic, you know?” Daisy said confidently.

“You just like him because he’s, like, tall.” Samus accused her with a knowing smile, Daisy blushing.

“I won’t say it isn’t a plus…”

“Okay girls!” Jenni spoke up suddenly and clapped her hands, having been mostly passive in the whole conversation up until now. “It’s, like, time for the talk!”

All eyes were on Jenni, who was looking particularly playful today.

“What’s your ideal guy? Go!” Jenni pointed at Cassie, who simply shrugged.

“I’m dating him, dummy.” She smiled, which got a round of hooting and catcalling from the girls. “Ashley, you go.”

“Uh, he should have really big muscles and be hot.” Ashley picked out a jock as usual, but Samus wasn’t satisfied with her short answer.

“Isn’t that kinda, like, shallow?” Samus pointed out. “Isn’t there anything else?”

“Yeah, you’re right, he should be nice and stuff too.” Ashley beamed. “Daisy goes next!”

“Well obviously he needs to be tall and love movies. Oh, and he should be, like, good at sports! Like a professional who can take me to games that he wins!” Daisy said excitedly.

“You don’t watch any sports though.” Cassie pointed out.

“That just means I’m flexible!” Daisy said defensively. “Krissi has to go next!”

“I just want him to be sensitive. A guy who really knows how to treat a girl right,” Krissi claimed, getting eye rolls from the rest.

“Hey, don’t you date total meatheads?!” Daisy said accusingly, the other girls nodding.

“How about you, Jessi?” Krissi asked Samus to shift the focus, who confidently opened her mouth only to falter.

...Just who was her ideal guy, anyway? She hadn’t really put any thought into it, since most of the guys she had met in her many one night stands hadn’t really been boyfriend material, and she had written off most of the male gender as a lost cause as a result. Still, she couldn’t avoid the question, so she wracked her rarely used brains. Let’s see, he needed to be really rich, enough to buy her whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, and he had to be really hot, because she’d only settle for the best and didn’t want to feel like she was missing out by tying herself down to one guy. After that there was… what, exactly? No matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t think of any other desirable traits for her ideal guy. Those were the important ones, was there anything else that even mattered?

“A nice guy who’ll treat me like a princess.” Samus eventually settled on, and fortunately her extremely generic description seemed to fly.

“Yeah that sounds about right,” Daisy smiled knowingly at the now shorter girl. “Sounds like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Samus pouted playfully. “Anyway, since this episode officially sucks, let’s watch something that’s always good instead, like Phebos-3 Shore!”

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Samus posed on her bed as her phone’s auto-shutter went off again, taking another picture of the curvy blonde wearing nothing but a tiny pink thong and an overworked pushup bra that last properly fit her two upgrades ago. Held in one of her dainty, long-nailed hands was a giant, disgusting hamburger. As far as she was concerned, pretending to look happy to hold the greasy mess in her pristine hands was proof that she had more than enough acting talent to work in movies if she wanted to.

She could barely remember the name of the local restaurant on Zathor-4 that had paid her to do this, but she wasn’t going to turn down what was essentially her first real modeling gig, even if it was for some cheap BBQ place that Daisy’s ex worked at. Samus felt kinda gross holding this junk food, but knew she looked super hot.

She carefully held the burger up against her puckered lips, letting a few large drops of grease fall from it and settle on the huge slopes of her breasts. That would be sure to draw the eye. She’d need to make sure that picture went up.

Samus changed positions again, leaning back more and letting her long hair fall across the vibrant pink covers of her bed. She held the enormous slab of meat over her head and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue suggestively, doing her best to imitate how she’d give a hypothetical blowjob to a disgusting hamburger.

A few drops of white sauce fell from the sandwich splattering her lips and chin as the camera went off again. That oughta do it.

Of course, as soon as she was done with the shoot, the disgusting burger went straight into the heavy duty trash disposal chute of her apartment where it belonged, on a direct path to the incinerator. There was no sponsorship that was going to get Jessi Hale to risk ruining her perfect figure with ultra fatty food such as that. Samus was already starting to think that she could stand to lose another inch or too off her waist, she didn’t need this junk widening her and ruining her hourglass figure and her career.

After all, if she stopped being “Jessi Hale: The Hottie with the Body on Zathor-4" who would she even be anymore? She couldn’t bear to let down her Galaxigram followers who expected better of her, not to mention her slowly growing OnlyStars Page. She’d only started that account last week and was keeping it off her main profile and quiet from her friends for now since none of them had an account as sexy as hers.

Not that that ever stopped horny people on the internet. She’d already gotten about 10 followers who’d paid for a topless pic after her last before and after photo. It wasn’t a lot of money yet, but it made her feel sexy and helped her buy a new pair of heels and wasn’t that what really mattered?

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“Ooh, that guy’s hot. I want him!” Samus giggled, halfway through her fifth drink with Jenni at the club as she pointed at a guy’s blurry face, having reached the horny phase of the night. Technically that was most parts of the night, but particularly so as Samus became less interested in partying and more in some extra strength snuggling time.

“Huuuh? No way, I wanted him.” Jenni slurred, holding onto Samus for support as their tremendous busts squished together whenever she leaned in. “Lemme have this one, Jessi!”

“I saw him first!” Samus whined. “Get your own!”

“Nuh-uh, I, like, saw him, like, a minute before you did!”

“And I called him first!”

“Come oooon, I’ll give you, like, my summer home on Xiarinas-8 with daddy’s money if you let me have ‘em!”

“No way, you rich bitch! And it’s always winter on that planet anyway!”

“Ooh, I’ve got it!” Jenni gasped, looking proud of herself for finding an agreeable solution to their dispute. “Let’s both have him!”

“Okay, but only if I get the bottom half.” Samus giggled, and all was well. It wasn’t long before the two were marching out of the club clinging to both sides of the lucky guy, who would have been mad to turn down what from his perspective were two sexy sisters competing to get a piece of him. They looked pretty dumb too, even by the standards of the dating pool of this club, so the deal was sealed by his personal fantasy of twins who only had one brain between them being fulfilled at long last.

“I always wanted to fuck twins.” The guy said, panting as he pounded Samus’ pussy. At this point, although constant feminine gasps of pleasure escaped her lips, Samus was more than lucid enough to hold a conversation thanks to her experience. He’d need a way bigger dick if he wanted to make her whimper while her eyes rolled back in her head and she became a total fuck kitten. Samus was usually the bottom when that happened, to make matters worse for him. Still, he was decent at handling two girls at once, so she gave him a pass.

“Whaaat? We, like, look nothing alike.” Samus was surprised, forming an identical expression of surprise as Jenni, although for different reasons. Sure, they shared a lot of the same style and taste. “Jenni’s, like, platinum blonde. I could never be her twin.”

“You don’t wanna be my twin?” Jenni pouted playfully, but seemed genuinely hopeful.

“Well, duh, I totes would wanna be your twin.” Samus quickly clarified. “But it’d be weird if we were twins and, like, made out like last night, ya know?”

“Yeah, but I was, like, totally drunk and horny then, so I probably wouldn’t mind anyway.” Jenni giggled, Samus sighing at her flippant attitude. “Guys like it when we do that, right?”

She leaned over and forcibly locked lips with Samus, reminding her of how good it felt for her big soft lips to be pressed against something equally soft and wet instead of stiff and sweaty. She had a more passionate kiss with Jenni while mounted atop this guy than she had ever had in any of her flings with the other gender, although she bet it would have felt even better if Jenni had been on top instead of on even ground. She liked it when the other side did most of the work. And as nice as Jenni was right now, she wasn’t really a replacement for a good hard cock pressing her down. She needed that male touch, you know? She got the feeling that Jenni wasn’t picky either way, at least when it came to sex.

Jenni really did feel like a sister sometimes. She totally got her better than any dumb boy could. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to find prince charming at the club anyway. As long as she had her friends, she could live without a serious relationship.

---

Due to her appointment’s poor timing she’d had to do it later in the day and had been preparing to surprise her friends, but Samus’ impulse control was poor at the best of times. It had taken all of the strength she had to not show it off to her many Galaxigram followers, and she was desperate for validation. Luckily, Jenni was available to be given a first look.

“Omigawd, that is sooooo your colour!” Jenni oohed and awed over Samus’ shiny new platinum blonde hair, one half of her reward to her fans and to herself for hitting her big ten million followers milestone.

“And, like, the best part is, I’m toooootally gonna hafta buy, like, eeeverything again.” Samus proudly squished her now even bigger boobs together, just big enough to render her old closet obsolete. “Since my new tits are so big’n all. I feel like Kitty Rodega after she made her boobs bigger’n stuff so that Hank would fuck her! She is, like, such an inspiration. Totally my muse.”

“What’s a muse?” Jenni tilted her head cutely. Her vocabulary seemingly shrunk by the day, even though she was usually good with words with less than six letters in it. “You mean like the brand?”

“No, it means something else, silly. It’s like, uh…” Samus tried to think, coming up with a less than dictionary perfect definition for her bimbo bestie. “Somebody who, like, uh, totally inspires you and stuff, like I said. Like, you totes like their style so you try ta be like that. Ya know?”

“Oh, I totes get it now!” Jenni giggled. “That’d make me, like, your moose too!”

“I don’t get it.” Samus was the one to cock her head this time, her silky platinum blonde hair spilling down her back and brushing one side of her hips, which stretched out far further than her tilted head. Her? Copy Jenni? Nah, they just had similar tastes, it was a complete coincidence. Samus made it a point to stand out and be unique, she would never copy anybody. That was why she had been somewhat taken aback by being confused for her twin, she was completely distinct from Jenni, he must have been drunk. Poor dim Jenni would never be an inspiration for her...

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“6-0!”

“Jessiiiiiiii!” Krissi whined, sinking to the depths of despair as the volleyball pathetically plonked into the sand next to her well short of where she was hoping to make a decisive layup to turn their one-sided game around. “You’re supposed to pass it!”

“That… was a… pass!” Samus panted, sweat dripping down the middle of her breasts in what she generously called a one-piece swimsuit, but was more like a diamond-shaped piece of fabric that covered half of her breasts and left everything from the middle of her boobs down to her crotch completely exposed. It offered precious little support for her breasts, which drew the eyes of onlookers male and female with the heft and weight to which they bounced.

“Who suggested this stupid game anyway?” Samus looked pleadingly at Cassie, who pushed down her sunglasses just enough to look right into Samus’ big blue eyes. Cassie was such a traitor, refusing to join in and playing it as she wanted to work on her tan. She bet that she sucked more than anybody else here despite being the least stacked by far.

“You did.” Cassie pointed out, Samus visibly deflating as she realised she had dug her own grave. But who could blame her? Sure, she hadn’t played beach volleyball since her first shortening operation, but she’d had a flawless streak up until that point! She’d even agreed to be on Krissi’s team this time, figuring that it would be a fair handicap. The result was two utterly incompetent players against the bare minimum of competency, and it was a total wash.

At least she probably looked good doing it, Samus tried to look on the bright side of things. Unfortunately, it was that sexy bod that was the source of her woes. Her platinum blonde hair looked good in the sun as it trailed behind her, but her bangs constantly obscured her vision and made a hard job even more difficult. Each one of her breasts was as big as the ball itself, and coupled with her colossal ass cheeks easily surpassing both, she had a lot of very bouncy dead weight to lug around the beach. Unfortunately, even if Samus had been flat as a board, her body in general was not prepared for any physically intensive activities. She was too small, too soft, too out of shape. In over a year, these games of beach volleyball were the closest she had had to a workout, and it showed.

She looked over enviously at Ashley, her achilles heel in this matchup. Daisy, to put it plainly, sucked at beach volleyball. Not as badly as Krissi or Samus, but poorly enough. Overconfident from her past victories, Samus had agreed to have Krissi on her team instead of keeping Ashley as usual, which proved to be a fatal mistake. Ashley was easily the best of the four at volleyball, more than enough to balance out Daisy’s weaknesses. While the other three were starting to look exhausted, Ashley was still going strong. On the outside Samus and Ashley looked equally fit, but Ashley’s toned tummy was the only natural one out of the group, while Samus’ was merely for show. Samus couldn’t even remember the last time she had done any sit-ups. With the splicing procedure to redirect almost all weight from settling on her midsection, what was the point anymore?

Surprisingly it turned out Ashley was probably the fittest of the five. Turns out that all that time she spent in the pool was actually swimming, and not just drifting around flirting on the sides. On top of that she considered herself the sporty one, on account of dating mostly jocks and spending a lot of time flirting in sports bars. She was even a regular patron at the local gym, as Samus had discovered once she started following her on Galaxigram. In reality she usually spent about ten or so minutes on average doing yoga before she ran out of steam and spent the rest of her time taking selfies and ogling buff guys and gym rats who would be more than happy to help her with her weights, but she certainly had a good time and that alone was enough to put her above the rest.

“We’re not gonna go easy on you!” Daisy proudly declared as she served, her unimpressive swing causing the ball to gently float over the net and allowed even the sluggish Samus to position herself correctly. Alright, this time she’d hit it so hard their arms would snap off if they tried to catch it! Samus took a mighty leap, clearing half a foot or so at best, and spiked the ball as hard as she could, her arms just barely fast enough to hit it before she landed with her mighty breasts brushing against her chin before gravity could up with them and she was nearly sent off balance by their collapse.

While this time her swing struck true, the ball’s arc was pathetically slow and lacked any real power, allowing ample time for Ashley to casually send the ball back over the net, much to Samus’ dismay. Fortunately it was on Krissi’s end, and she had just enough muscle to keep the rally going. Once the ball was back in Samus’ court, the game was already over.

On top of her newfound physical ineptitude, her body’s muscle memory had been wiped clean by being a foot shorter and much clumsier. Her attempts to operate on reflex were hamstrung by making jumps that assumed she’d soar three times higher than her feeble hop, pinpoint swings caused the ball to sail past and slam into the sand when her arms moved half as fast and took far too long to react in the first place, and when she attempted to dash to catch the ball, the only bouncing spheres would be her breasts and butt. To top it all off, Samus ran out of juice faster than anybody else in her group, dulling her efforts even further. The result was a very sweaty, very tired Samus who was starting to feel like the net was the highest thing in the world, when months earlier she would have been on eye level with it.

“I should’ve gone with somebody tall, like Daisy.” Samus mumbled to herself as the twin team of Ashley and Daisy decimated her hopes of keeping her streak from months ago intact, whooping and hugging each other in celebration. Truth be told the two of them could barely get the ball over the net themselves, but Samus was like a ball and chain dragging Krissi down who assured defeat. Naturally, Samus put the blame squarely on her partner instead of herself.

“This game, like, isn’t fun anyway.” Samus said, ever the sore loser as she attempted to puff up her chest but simply lacked the energy to do anything but droop. “Let’s just go find some guys already, gawd!”

“Nuh-uh, loser’s gotta go buy us ice cream! You promised!” Ashley pointed out, and Samus groaned. More walking? She’d already run around enough for, like, a whole week!

---

“Boooorrrrreeeeeddddddd.” Samus drawled, moving from her fluffy pink sofa to her fluffy pink bed for the fifth time this hour. It was a slow, slow Monday afternoon, too late to head out for the day, too early to head out for the night. There was nothing good on TV, all of her reality TV series were between seasons, and there was a brief lull in celebrity gossip. The new season of fashion had already passed, so there was nothing on that front either. No celebrities, no fashion, no gossip. What the heck was she supposed to do to keep herself entertained without those? She could head to the club… except it was closed for maintenance, and she wasn’t really interested in the bar scene right now.

She needed a hobby or something. Oh wait, she had that, it was her Galaxigram, and she had already taken a totally cute pajama selfie or two. She needed another hobby! At least if she had a boyfriend she could have fucked him or done whatever else it was boyfriends wanted her to do as her end of the bargain. Maybe she could do some remodelling? She had renovated her wardrobe the month before, and recently she had made sure that her furniture had a uniformly pink decor. Come to think of it, her walls were looking a bit bland, all white and without any splash of colour. Alright, she could fix that! Samus smiled for a bit as she booked some plans to repaint her apartment, but that only lasted a few minutes and then she was right back where she started.

As it stood, her only real options were to put on some movie as background noise to indulge her lazy mood or mindlessly browse Galaxigram. It was a little pathetic considering that she considered herself an active girl, but lazing around doing nothing in particular was still better than how she had spent her downtime as a bounty hunter. She had worked out, done weapon maintenance, and… that was about it, really, usually if she had time to spare she looked for more work to do. Come to think of it, Samus Aran was a real workaholic. No wonder she had been in desperate need of a really long vacation.

As a group, they typically hung out together thursday to sunday, and monday to wednesday they all did their own thing, Samus generally meeting up with her friends individually for some fun. Shopping with Krissi, movies with Daisy, and so on. Perhaps due to the group’s bubbly, energetic, live-in-the-moment attitude, Samus didn’t really know much about what they did in their private lives. They tended to focus on what they had in common, afterall. Cassie was an open book thanks to meticulously documenting her life, but until Jessi Hale had started using Galaxigram it wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to say that deep down, Samus acted as though her friends simply disappeared into the void when she wasn’t around them.

Still, Samus suddenly found herself pretty interested in what her gal pals got up to when she wasn’t living it up with them, and decided to head over to their individual pages. She technically followed them, but a lot of the time they were drowned out by all of the comments and demands for nudes from her followers. Samus started in alphabetical order with Ashley, the one she already knew the most about. Her personal feed was mostly gym selfies, less exercise and more flirting and making a show of how much effort she was putting into her weights when she could barely raise the bar. Which wasn’t a bad thing, muscles on girls were kinda gross. It just wouldn’t be Ashley if she wasn’t soft and smooth. It seemed that she was currently livestreaming yoga exercises, and she was deceptively flexible despite her boobs and ass constantly getting in the way. Maybe that was specifically why she needed to show that these poses were possible, for all of the busty gals out there. Samus tried a couple herself, but it was hard and kinda hurt so she gave up quickly. Fitting into her morph ball was going to be tricky the next time she tried it based on this.

Next was Cassie. This one was the most active by far, and it made Samus’ head spin to see the elaborate web of connections she had.There were just too many people to keep up with, but Cassie somehow juggled it and although Cassie had a core group of friends that she preferred to hang out with, it seemed that Cassie made friends extremely easily and seemed to know a little bit of everybody. This was where most of her early week went, and although it seemed exciting, Samus preferred having a smaller but more concentrated pool of acquaintances that she knew closely. Right now, judging by the picture of the two of them lazing in a hammock in a park together, it seemed that Cassie was spending some quality time with that boyfriend of hers that she still hadn’t broken up with. He must have had a huge dick or something.

After that was Daisy. In a twist that left her surprised yet utterly unsurprised, Daisy ran a movie review blog that she used her Galaxigram to advertise, and even sounded like a proper critic when she talked about the movie she and Samus had seen the other day, explaining that although the physics of this hard sci-fi movie were solid, it relied too heavily on emotion and seemed to prefer using it as window dressing and, okay that was more than enough detail for Samus. When she watched it she had just followed the pretty special effects and big action setpieces. The rest had been pretty boring, how come Daisy was focusing on it so much? She didn’t even get to the hot lead actor until halfway through. Right now, it seemed that she was doing a schlocky movie marathon. Not too different from what Samus might have to do if she seriously ran out of things to do.

Krissi’s was the most confusing. Krissi had a taste for… art? Her Galaxigram was all shared art, ranging from traditional paintings to comic book style. Samus certainly never would have expected that she followed comic books and that her favourite superhero was the huge-boobed Miss Galaxy who seemed to be presented as a strong female character despite getting up to constant sexy misadventures. This week’s issue: Miss Galaxy is trapped as her archenemy’s brainwashed personal slave! This character sure seemed to get brainwashed a lot, based on the covers Krissi kept posting. She wondered if she should playfully jab her about secretly being a total nerd the next time they met. Samus had been certain that she knew Krissi, and that she’d fall asleep from boredom if she went to an art museum, so it was surreal to see her sharing oil paintings. Thankfully, Samus was brought back from the brink when it got to her personal posts, which were stereotypically girly selfies and way too many photos of her food. That was a relief!

Jenni’s was, thankfully enough for Samus who felt like she had had enough shocking revelations for one day, exactly what she expected. Just a diary of her daily life, constantly dotted with an endless list of celebrities and sexy selfies. It seemed that she was at some random actor’s pad today, and she kinda wished that Jenni had invited her.

Eventually that well ran dry too, and Samus felt like she had been enlightened on her friends, and felt a little bad for not looking into them earlier, as they seemed to have more going on in their lives than the mere face value of being total party girls. Maybe they didn’t go out of their way to talk about this type of thing because she was expected to follow them on social media and find out herself? Or maybe they just assumed that she wasn’t really interested in this type of thing for some strange reason. But why not? She was as totally into celebrities and fashion and stuff as much as they were, surely they’d think that she had something in common with them beyond that. She did movies with Daisy, and that had worked out great! It was almost like they thought she didn’t have depth or something.

Anyway, Samus thought as she rolled off her bed to transfer her big butt to the sofa, perhaps she could watch some reality TV show reruns to pass the time instead...

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Samus suppressed a scowl as her latest conquest snored next to her in her bed. He was hot and she was just the right combination of drunk and horny to be too impatient to go back to his place since it was fifteen minutes farther away. Imagine her disappointment when the tall dark and handsome hunk who was obviously packing heat back at the club turned out to be a two pump chump.

Undeterred by this massive character flaw, Samus gave him a long and loving blowjob to bring his huge, but useless dick back to life, hoping that round two would last longer. Soon she was back on her back and read to get plowed like she wanted… only for him to give out after another minute or so of awkward humping before rolling off of her and falling asleep in a pathetic attempt to cuddle.

It felt nice to be held and cuddled for once, but Samus was too focused on her pent up frustration to really enjoy it. Being on the bottom generally felt better for her these days since it made the guy do all the work, but what was the point of being on the bottom if the guy sucked at his main job? If he’d lasted just a little bit longer, she’d have at least gotten off once and then be satisfied enough to enjoy being spooned.

There had to be a way to make sure this didn’t keep happening. She knew that not every guy was a sex god, but that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve to be left dissatisfied.

---

“Are you sure about this Miss Hale?” Dolly asked in a cautious tone as Samus finished choosing the specifics of this appointment. “Increasing the sensitivity of nerve endings isn’t done too much.”

“But, like, it’ll make things feel better n’ stuff, right?” Samus asked, already feeling a rush of adrenaline at the idea of making a change that was so rare. “Some guys totes don’t know what they’re doing n, like, I wanna make sure I always get off, ya know?”

The busty blonde receptionist turned an adorable shade of red, which was pretty impressive considering how tan she was getting. “I-I guess,” she stammered. “I haven’t had that much trouble yet though.”

“Like, trust me, it totally sucks,” Samus pouted.

She knew this procedure was a bit stranger than normal since it went against the more cosmetic aspects of the splicing business, but Samus knew she wasn’t the first woman to ask for this and she damn sure wouldn’t be the last. In fact, an enormous amount of money had been spent in the past decade within the splicing industry on figuring out the best way to increase female pleasure. It was a surprisingly small tweak to the DNA, gathered thanks to a hefty payment to license the genes of a successful porn star who would orgasm at the drop of a hat.

After waking up as she always did, post-operation, Samus couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she gave herself a test drive in the office. She slipped her dainty hand beneath the thin fabric of her hospital gown and gave herself an experimental rub between her legs.

Almost instantly, she went weak at the knees as pleasant tingles ran up her spine and across her smooth, soft skin.

Perfect.

...Of course, the only way to really test this out was to actually get laid. And to ensure accuracy, she knew just the guy.

---

Samus was oddly proud of her hot guinea pig. He lasted three whole pumps this time before lamely blowing his load and mumbling in embarrassment about how this “never happened before,” even though it had literally happened with the same girl a week ago. Samus was offended that he’d already forgotten someone as hot as her, but she decided to forgive it since he made her mewl like a kitten and cum twice during his 30 seconds of flailing.

“Like, don’t worry about it,” Samus giggled, patting his cheek in mock affection. “You totally got me off already.”

“For real?” her science project asked with a cautious grin. “Damn I’m good. Wanna go for round two?”

Samus was going to say no and send him on his way since the night was still young. She could easily go to another club and find a boy who actually knew what he was doing and really rock her newly enhanced world, but then her date reached down and clumsily brushed his thumb over her now twice as sensitive nub.

“Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh suuuuuurrrrrreeee,” Samus gasped in a shuddering moan as she turned to putty in his clumsy hands.

Inspired by finally sleeping with a woman who actually seemed to be enjoying herself, her date was determined to make this last, managing to stretch out the second round for nearly a whole two minutes. It wouldn’t have been much good before, but thanks to her latest upgrade, Samus was having the time of her life, lost in the pleasant sensations and screaming in ecstasy even as he collapsed on top of her and soon fell asleep in exhaustion, leaving her a surprisingly sweaty, satisfied mess.

This might have been her best idea for an upgrade ever! Not only did she get all the pleasure she wanted, but now she didn’t need to do anything unless she really wanted to. It didn’t matter if her nightly studs turned out to be duds, because now she’d always be satisfied at the end of the night and that was what mattered most. And better yet, now that she didn't have to be worried as much about the size of their cock or their performance in bed, she could prioritise things in her boys that really mattered; like how hot or rich they were. Once again, her own intelligence impressed even her.

---

“Hmm, what to pick, what to pick…” Samus mused, stroking her chin with her inch-long bright pink nail as her face naturally formed an expression of cute befuddlement as she reached a conclusion on which of the new Girl’s Best Friend spring collection she wanted, her hips sexily rocking back and forth in her tiny shorts, an unconscious habit she had gotten into after she had subconsciously discovered that it helped attract men.

“I’ll have all of these.” Samus dumped the entire collection onto the counter, where the busty and beautiful clerk was happy to start feeding her over the to purchase into the store’s computer and run the math on just how much this was going to cost the spoiled rich girl. The girl at the counter was quite obviously heavily modified, Samus could tell. You could tell by her heaving yet perky breasts, perfectly balanced hourglass proportions, and genetically perfect face that made her look identical to just about any other Girl’s Best Friend clerk you could find galaxy-wide, the chain refusing to hire anybody who didn’t fit their brand’s image ever since gene splicing became more accessible. She’d had a lot of work done, but Samus couldn’t blame her for needing it. The girl obviously wasn’t too bright with her bubbly attitude and pink aesthetic, so being pretty was all she had left, even if she had to follow a template to get there. Poor girl probably spent all of her meagre savings just to get the job. Not like Samus, of course, who complimented herself on being much prettier, more successful, and more inspired in her handiwork, practically in a different league to this common working girl, while one of the other shoppers glanced over at the two and wondered if the clerk had always had a sister.

Of course, she hadn’t bothered to make any sort of calculation on how much her exorbitant purchase would cost her this time. Why would she? She was rich and hot, that was work for boring people. Yeah, she could totally do advanced trigonometry if she really wanted to like she did on the fly in her bounty hunting days, but she really couldn’t be bothered. Just to prove it to herself that she could do it way faster than this clumsy bimbo of a clerk slowly punching in the sum, Samus raced to calculate it in her head.

Let’s see, this designer dress was three hundred and sixty five credits, which came at a ten percent discount since she got three of them in each colour so she could do a side by side for her blog, which went with those cute shorts for one-fifty, and the rest were fifty-two plus eighty-five times six, so… Oh, this was just too much effort! She wasn’t even a quarter of the way through her purchase and she had already gotten lost! She hadn’t done as much as simple division in a year, she needed time to warm up! Samus decided that for anything with three digits or more in it, she’d just get her phone’s AI assistant to do it for her. Samus was content with that, knowing that bypassing the hard work actually made her smarter than if she had wasted her time doing it herself. The clerk should just do that next time.

“Thank you for your 500th purchase from Girl’s Best Friend!” The clerk smiled, oblivious to Samus’ mental disdain as she finished entering in the enormous purchase, pleased with herself that her mental calculation of the total cost that her dedicated customer’s haul had been right well before the computer was finished. Some might have called it overkill to hire a clerk with an advanced mathematics degree, but she considered herself a real fashionista and could never have afforded the gene splicing treatment of her dreams without the chain’s hiring procedure. She had made sure to get a position at a popular store, but at the rate this silly bimbo of a customer she was serving was going, she’d make enough sales to get promoted to general manager on her alone, this Jessi girl having seriously ramped up her purchases after earning a meagre discount from her platinum membership. She giggled to herself after almost instantly calculating how little buying all of this would have cost her on her own employee discount compared to the jacked up regular prices.

Samus hummed happily as she plopped down her web of bags next to her other purchases from the other six stores she had spent her morning in. Her wardrobe was already looking well overcrowded with enough of this season’s fashion to keep her blog going for a very long time, but the rush of buying something new was simply irresistible. Her wardrobe was already looking overcrowded, but the rush of buying something new was simply irresistible. She was starting to leave the mall with somewhere between three and six well-stuffed bags each time, straining her delicate arms. This had been all good and well when she was taller and more mannish, but after making herself short and slender, the 5’3 wannabe-model was finding it difficult just to get these bags off the floor. And gritting her perfect teeth and exerting herself absolutely did not suit her image!

She needed a boyfriend to do the heavy lifting for herself, she decided. All of her friends complained about how their boyfriends hated going shopping, but Samus was undeterred in her desire for a human pack mule. It was the least they could do for getting a piece of her. She smirked at the idea of it, having a boyfriend who thought she was just another bimbo obsessed with clothes who couldn’t help herself. Little did they know who they were dealing with, wrapping them around her little finger with nothing more than a kiss to tide them over until night fell, or until a quick stop in a quiet public bathroom so they could drop their pants and enjoy the lips she was so proud of. Anything to keep her facade as cute, little innocent Jessi going, Samus thought to herself quite smugly, amusing herself with the idea until she reminded herself that this was merely a theoretical solution to her problem and she was still stuck with a bunch of shopping bags she could barely carry.

Samus scanned the busy mall, looking for a lone male in need of a good time that she could exploit. There were a few who already had girlfriends, and the rest were not what Samus would consider Jessi material. Old guys, ugly guys, guys who were a bit too young, guys who looked like they had tiny dicks... Surely there had to be at least one hot guy willing to help a poor little girl like her out! Samus’ eagle eyes went around the mall, until eventually she struck gold. An extremely bored looking cute guy being pulled around by his girlfriend, looking like he was about to fall asleep as she shopped. Perfect Jessi material right there.

“Darling! There you are!” Samus skipped over to him, pouncing into him from behind and smooshing her breasts against his back before he had a chance to react. He turned to look at her, obviously stunned at how much more beautiful and sexy she was than his girlfriend.

“Geez, I was, like, looking all over for you!” She whined in her girliest voice, stroking his chest and acting way too friendly while his girlfriend began to take notice, and boy she did not look happy.

“What’re you doing here on your own? You aren’t two-timing, right?” Samus began to pull the weakly protesting man away, who looked extremely confused but not unpleased with this situation. “You weren’t, like, with another woman, right? Of course not, there’s only ugly girls around here!”

She smirked at his girlfriend, who was currently tied up with her shopping and unable to leave the store, but was staring daggers at Samus.

“I don’t really…” He made a feeble attempt at resistance, silenced by a quick pout and more boob-squishing against his chest.

“Come on, we were together just last night! You bought me that drink, remember? And then you took me back home and…” Samus giggled as he began to sweat, and his girlfriend looked like she was about to skin him alive. She stroked his chest and and slowly began to unzip her tight shorts, giving him a flash of her pink panties as her finger made a delicate line downwards that made her intentions clear. “Hey, come on, let’s go have some more fun at my place. You’re bored, right? So am I!”

He looked at her, then back to his girlfriend, then back to her, and then let Samus march him away.

“Here, a handsome guy shouldn’t have any trouble carrying these for me.” Samus directed him like an obedient pack animal. She cooed and giggled as he picked them up and began to follow her. “Wow, you’re so strong! I’m gonna have to do something special for you...”

Ah, this was so much easier! Samus’ smugness was palpable as soon as her head was turned away from him as she made an effort to escape his girlfriend’s effective range. She really had to keep one of these around for times like this. Nothing like a serious relationship, of course. Like her friends, she’d had plenty of boyfriends, but none of them lasted and their dates were just excuses to treat her to a nice dinner or something in exchange for sex, much like they were doing now. He’d carried her stuff, and she’d give him the best blowjob of his life and let him fuck her a few times. Samus wasn’t a cheap gal, she just knew how to make a basic transaction. She really had this stupid boy figured out, they were just so easy to manipulate when you were as hot as her. She was so smart!

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Samus admired her apartment’s new paint job now that the walls were dry. The bright pink walls and purple trim made her once dull bachelorette pad look like the princessy perfect dreamhouse she’d always wanted it to be. She didn’t know why she didn’t go girlier with the decor from the start. Of course, during the painting and remodeling, Samus started thinking about upgrading her furniture a bit, which led to her looking at her wardrobes and realizing just how overstuffed they had gotten lately.

As much as it pained a clothes lover of her caliber to even think of it, she’d probably need to make some cuts to the mountain of clothing she’d amassed in the past year. But the idea of throwing away something that was still in style or about to make a comeback was too much for the curvy cutie to bear, so she’d need to do some research first. Fashion research, the most important kind of research there was.

She quickly found an article from her favorite fashion site about the top styles of this year and their predictions on the top styles for next year. Just what she needed.

Her eyes scanned over the blocks of text, only to quickly lose speed and glaze over. This article was a lot longer than anything Samus had read in ages. Come to think of it, had she read anything longer than a short burst of text messages in over a year now? Aside from the occasional news report she’d read in her first week of vacation, Samus hadn’t paid any attention to the galaxy outside her comfortable bubble of leisure unless it was on TV or a video on her phone.

Ugh, what kind of article was this, going on for so long? So far the only style trend she’d had confirmed was that pink was still in. There were supposed to be 20 styles and trends in this and she was still in the middle of part one. Samus quickly scrolled down through the article without reading a thing just to see how long she’d have to waste her time with this. Her face went pale when she reached the bottom of the page only to discover that the article was only on part 10 of 20, with the dreaded words “Continued on Page 2” at the bottom of her screen.

Who did the writer of this think she was, some kind of literature professor? Who would waste their time reading this much just to get some answers. Especially when videos about this all too important topic could be found just as easily. This was why print media was dying.

Before the curvy blonde dismissed the article and the site entirely, she sighed in relief when she noticed that there was a video version of the article linked at the bottom. She happily clicked on that and readied herself to have her mind opened to the deep truths of the fashion universe.

Of course, Samus soon found herself deflated and pouting on her plush pink bed covers as the video turned out to be just as long and overly detailed as the written article it was based on. She didn’t care about what the fabric and materials said about an outfit to make them popular! She just wanted to know what was hot and what was not, so she could still be hot!

It was especially hard since her normal video “watching” experience was more about a search for pleasant, semi-interesting background noise for her to listen to while she did her hair and makeup or gossiped with her friends. She actually had to pay attention to this one and it had none of the fun drama or glittery presentation of her reality TV Shows. This was just a narrated video report about clothing cut over some stock footage of the clothes in question, nothing all that interesting to help keep her focus.

Thankfully it was still easier than reading through what had to be at least paragraphs per section. Samus took special interest when the video moved past colors that were in (pink, purple, silver, and gold) and onto it’s second point: Skirts and dresses were in and pants were out this season.

“With the rising popularity of gene splicing and some women changing measurements on a monthly basis, skirts and dresses are just more practical for a girl since they give her more wiggle room with her fit than pants, shorts, or leggings ever could,” the narrator droned on in her boring, but knowledgeable tone.

“That totes makes sense, but, like, I like my leggings,” Samus mumbled, feeling unsure for the first time in a while.

Her shorts were nice since they showed off lots of skin, but she did need to get new ones every time she made her butt bigger. But her leggings were still one of her go-to outfit choices after all this time. Sure, she may not have been as tall as she used to be, but her leggings still made her ass look huge and her legs look thick and sexy. Plus they reminded her of her Zero Suit, which she’d come to realize was actually pretty sexy now that she thought about it. Maybe if she got it altered to fit her new figure and a bit more skin, she’d wear it clubbing sometime.

This video might not have known what it was talking about after all

“In addition, a recent poll conducted by the Fashion Institute of Aphrodite-2 found that 45% of men surveyed found women wearing pants to be a turn off compared to women wearing skirts,” the narrator continued, causing Samus’s thoughts to crash to a halt.

“Okay, so, like, maybe this video does know stuff after all,” she mumbled before separating her tight pants and shorts into the trash pile. She’d keep the leggings for now though since the poll didn’t talk about them.

Of course, point 3 made her abandon that feeling entirely.

“Here’s a fashion style tip that’s timeless no matter the season: Just because you can show off more skin, doesn’t mean you should,” the narrator continued in an almost lecturing tone. “Some guys like a little mystery and putting it all out there for free will make you look cheap and only attract men equally cheap.”

“Like, what does she know,” Samus scowled, quickly shutting the video and leaving that site altogether.

Leaving it to the imagination? How stupid could you get? Samus had worked hard splicing herself to perfection and it deserved to be shown off for everyone to see. There’s no way that anyone could imagine something sexier than her reality.

Her mood soured, Samus decided to do what she always did when she needed to calm down and relax; do her hair and makeup and listen to gossip videos. If she didn’t stay current with it all, what would her friends think of her?

She walked across her room, with her fuzzy pink bedroom heels making gentle click clacks on the floor, and sat down at her large and well stocked vanity desk. Makeups of all brands and colors filled the left and right sides of the desk, leaving the center of the desk’s top clear so she could comfortably sit and focus on her beautiful reflection in her large oval mirror. The drawers were filled with hair care products and dozens of different kinds of combs and brushes to help maintain her perfect platinum locks.

She brought her phone to her favorite news and gossip journal, TruGossip and quickly found a video to listen to while she went to work doing what she loved. She knew TruGossip was some of the most obviously exaggerated and made up news in the galaxy, but that’s what made the stories fun to listen to.

She doubted that Kitty Rodega had actually been replaced by her evil twin after winning Harem Hotel a couple years ago, but it was fun to imagine. Twins were especially hot, so if it was real it would totally explain why she got Hank the Harem Hunk to fall for her. They were even married for the longest marriage in the show’s history, a whole 9 months! Coincidentally the length of her first pregnancy.

Samus passively listened to a video about how Candy Johnson the pop star and Kitten Taylor the model turned porn star were secretly dating after the two of them went to the same ski resort on Xiarinas-8 last week. Samus could totally see that one being real since Candy had super big tits and Kitten got herself a huge butt after leaving the modeling world, so they’d make for one of those really cute opposites attract couples as far as she was concerned.

The videos went on like that as Samus applied new coatings of eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick to her face that was already naturally perfect and madeup at all times. It wouldn’t do to get lazy with her hair and makeup skills after all. By the time she was brushing and fluffing up her hair, the site’s auto-player and settled on a surprising video.

“Samus Aran: where is she now?”

Samus paused from combing her hair This ought to be interesting. The story had about as much substance as you could expect when there was no news, merely speculating about where she was and what she was doing, and the theories were entertainingly wild because it was an extra trashy tabloid. It started with the boring ones, like her becoming a hermit or dying quietly, doing missions under somebody else’s name, being nabbed by the Federation for some secret project or the like, then to the more plausible like her being on vacation somewhere, to stuff that got a good laugh out of her like her getting married and starting a family on some quiet, or being captured and brainwashed into becoming a Space Pirate sex slave which it backed up with some extremely dubious claims from what it purported to be a sect of the remaining Space Pirates. That was the silliest yet, and not just for the sex slave part. If they had captured her, they would have let everybody in the galaxy know about it.

The article concluded with “Samus Sightings”, some of which were a real stretch. There was some random bodybuilder who happened to be blonde, some blondes at a bounty hunting outpost, a stripper who had a ponytail and a tattoo of her zero suit’s symbol on her ass, and what appeared to be a cosplayer at a convention taken in a backroom to try to obscure her location. It then showed an actual photo of Samus, asking viewers to submit details if they saw her. This was the first time in over a year where Samus had gotten a good look at her old self, and it was almost surreal, like looking at somebody else. This wasn’t the face she had looked at in the mirror for months, and it no longer felt like it belonged to her.

Samus took a good long look at the picture of herself, taken long before her long vacation, long before her impulse decision-making spiralled into a fixation on carefully tweaking every part of her body to her newfound idea of perfection. She looked past the body up to her old face, the one that had served her well for so many years, so divorced from how she looked down. If you were to put the two next to each other, they would have been completely unrecognisable as the same person from top to bottom. She studied that face intently. Had she made some mistake along the way, gone too far with her rampant desires?

Eventually, Samus reached her final conclusion about her old face. The nose was too big, and it was the wrong shape. Her cheekbones were in the wrong place, and the overall shape could have been a lot cuter. Her eyelashes were so plain, and the shape of her eyes itself was boring. She could see some blemishes and her jaw was a little too square for her liking, and those eyebrows could use some serious reshaping. Thank goodness she had fixed all that! Samus breathed a sigh of relief, glad she didn’t look like that anymore. The direct comparison really helped remind her how far she had come in improving herself! Samus closed out of the window without a second thought besides what to do at her treatment next week. She could still see a few traces of the original Samus that she needed to iron out…

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“Oh. My. God! You look so hot Jenni!” Samus and the other girls squealed in shock as her friend showed off this month’s issue of Galactic Glamor.

This month’s magazine featured Jenni Martini modeling the debut of LeBlanche’s newest line ‘Curvy Cuts,’ clothes designed specifically for women who were spliced to perfection like her. In the photo next to Jenni was Deborah Ernest, modeling the same silvery cocktail dress as Jenni, but designed for a less short and stacked figure. It seemed that from now on, the popular chain would make duplicate clothes off the rack specifically for women with bodies that were once thought impossible a generation ago.

Samus swelled with pride, glad that her good instincts for fashion last year made her settle on LeBlanche as her favorite brand. Them making the bold decision to embrace the gene splicing movement by being the first brand to cater to them helped cement them as the pinnacle of the fashion world in her mind.

“Like, thanks girls,” Jenni giggled in an airy tone, brushing off their compliments and shock like this wasn’t the job opportunity of a lifetime. “It was, like, super fun and it was a totes good excuse to hang with Debbie, so when she asked me, I was like ‘OMG fer sure Deb!’ an’ then I went into the studio and they let me try on all these super cute outfits.”

As Jenni babbled on about her newfound modeling gig, Samus felt herself getting more and more jealous by the minute. She loved Jenni, but it wasn’t fair how the ditzy heiress got Samus’s dream job just because she was already friends with the famous model. Samus’s last even sort of real modeling gig was some sponsored pictures on her galaxigram account telling people to buy this tea that helps them diet. Samus wasn’t sure why anyone would use the tea since it tasted yucky and it was way easier to use gene splicing to lose weight instead, but they helped pay for her latest shopping trip, so it was worth it.

It wasn’t fair. She was at least as hot as Jenni. Hell, drunk guys kept thinking they were twins, like, all the time, even though Samus knew she was the better lay than her BFF. She could totally be a real model if she was given the chance. Then her galaxigram would really take off and finally get her over 50 million followers.

“An’ then the photographer was like ‘you’re super good n’ stuff’ so he was, like, talking about wanting to do another shoot with me cuz he’s doing a lingerie shoot for Jovia’s Secret in a couple weeks,” Jenni continued as Samus barely listened.

“That’s so totally cool!” Krissi squealed, as the curvy brunette pulled the platinum blonde into a bosomy embrace. “Oh Em Gee, Jenni, you’re, like, totally a model now.”

“Like, I guess,” Jenni shrugged. “But, like, what if it’s not as fun cuz Debbie won’t be at this one. She’s kinda uptight since she totally only takes pics with her clothes on, ya know?

“You’re not gonna do it?” Ashley gaped in shock. Her expression was mirrored all around her, both by shared emotions and shared faces.

“Well, like, I was thinkin’ about it,” Jenni shrugged. “But, like, since he was totally talking me up n’ wishing there were two of me cuz I’m so hot an’ I was like ‘OMG what if there totally could be two of me, cuz I know a girl who totally looks like me an’ totally wants to be a model.”

Samus was confused. Why did all of her friends gasp and turn to look at her? She hadn’t been listening too closely, so she was a bit lost.

“Sorry, I totally spaced,” she shrugged. Playing dumb usually worked wonders with boys and sometimes worked well with girls. “What’s going on?”

“Classic Jessi,” Daisy laughed with a good natured head shake. “She was just saying that she knew somebody who was a lot like her like what he was looking for.”

Samus took a moment to realize what she meant, and when she did, she made one of the highest pitched, most exaggerated gasps of her life, then squealed like an overexcited kitten.

“No way! Gawd, I am, like, such a ditz sometimes.” Samus giggled in embarrassment.

“Totally, but, like, that’s what makes you cute,” Jenni giggled as she pulled Samus into a hug.

“Congrats, Jessi,” Cassie smiled. “You two are gonna make quite the pair.”

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“You’re on in five, Jessica.” The director of the photoshoot stuck his head through the door of the makeup room, a distinctly unglamourous man in charge of a glamourous scene for a glamourous gal like her. Still, Samus thought as her heart pounded in anticipation, it wasn’t like he was the one in front of the camera, and she had plenty of respect for him if he could make her look as good as she felt she was.

Samus enjoyed having her face done by professional makeup artists, who she was pleased to see were creating an effect and quality level of application not too far off from what her own skills could create, although their handiwork was more subtle, whereas Samus preferred to make her cosmetics loud and clear. When they were finally done she stood up from her seat, clad in the push-up bra she was advertising, a thong, and to add a classy touch some lacy stockings with a garter belt. She was swiftly greeted by Jenni who was dressed just like her, right down to having the same hairstyle prepared for her. Samus had watched as her long, straight hair had been combed and teased into big curly pigtails, a style that she hadn’t tried before, but had to admit was pretty cute as it flowed down to her thighs.

“This is gonna be really fun!” Jenni giggled as she played with her pigtails much to the hairdresser’s chagrin, which helped lighten up Samus’ mood, who had been taking this dead seriously as her debut and, if she was lucky, breakout role.

“Totally.” Samus smiled, wishing she could be as casual about this as Jenni. This was just a side-gig for her, being already as famous as she could possibly want mostly as a side-effect of her rampant partying and influences as one of the ultra-wealthy. Meanwhile, Samus had to work with it, although she was extremely grateful to her BFF for this opportunity. Plus, Jenni could make anything fun, so she was sure to have a good time on set as long as she was there.

The set was as busy as Samus expected. In an age where digital effects reigned king and any scenario could be instantly simulated, the studio valued more practical effects, feeling they added authenticity to their shoots, as well as an assurance that there was no editing on their models' faces. Somewhat ironic given that the two of them were modelling for clothes aimed at spliced women, but then again, as far as Samus was concerned there was nothing fake about that, and certainly no editing of her genetically perfect face needed. Plus, it helped get her into the mood.

“Lower your head a bit. Over to the left a little. Smile less, your faces don’t match.” The director instructed, Samus following obediently as her expression went blank as per his instructions. Samus wanted to set a good first impression, so as soon as she stepped onto the set she was the very image of professional conduct, uttering not a single objection or opinion of her own. Supposedly many successful models had a lot of input on their shoots, but as a first timer Samus wanted to be the perfect doll for the director. It was much easier to be told what to do than to take initiative as an amateur, after all.

“Like this?” Samus asked, the director nodding. She and Jenni were in identical mirrored poses, and due to her height being just barely an inch over Jenni, she was very slightly further away from the camera than her. She had been assured that the viewer wouldn’t notice, but it still bugged her.

The tagline for the campaign was: ‘Jovia’s Secret Double Up Bra: Double your size and his pleasure.’ It was a little cliche in Jenni’s opinion, but Jessi seemed to think it was fun. Due to her policy of keeping her mouth shut at the moment, she didn’t point out that their twins motif was inherently flawed, since she was prettier than Jenni.

“Alright, good, that’s good…” He droned as the shutters flashed, photos being taken of every angle. Once that was done, their poses were slightly tweaked again and again, then they tried more diverse poses. Standing up, lying down, a sexy pillow fight that made her feel just like she was back at Jenni’s house, they went through all of the poses Samus expected by the time they were done. If Samus had a complaint, it was that none of the stagehands or camera crew seemed remotely aroused by what they were seeing. She was very disappointed to not see even one tent in the pants, even if she admitted that they saw this type of thing all of the time and thus had to build up an immunity to her charms while they were on the job.

“Alright, good work today everybody.” The director eventually said, the crew starting to pack.

“Like, that was super fun!” Jenni giggled, unaware as to Samus’ more intense personal concerns that she potentially hadn’t nailed it as perfectly as she might hope. “I can’t wait to do it again with you!”

“Hang on, this, like, isn’t a one-off for you?” Samus was surprised to hear. “Thought you were, like, gonna do this and that was it.”

“Yeah, but you totally wanted to be a full-time model, right?” Jenni said as if her intentions had been obvious the whole time. “No way I’m not gonna help my bestie out! We can, like, share model stories and stuff!”

“Oh-em-gee, Jenni, you’re the best!” Samus leapt into a big hug, one of the younger crew members inconspicuously snapping a shot of their breasts mashed against each other as the start of a warm working relationship together...

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“Gonna go get another drink.” Samus said, excusing herself from her friends as she set down her first of hopefully many martinis, swaying through the dense crowd with trained precision. Regulars smiled as she passed, and fresh new faces made no attempt to hide how they were checking out her body. Most of that was simply due to her own merit, but already she had been recognised a few times thanks to her modelling career, more specifically thanks to the enormous billboard that her debut shoot had ended up on. Samus had been so proud she had radiated a blissful aura for almost a week, making sure to wear that bra and lingerie under her skimpy clothes as often as she could.

“Hey, I know you!” One guy said, attractive enough to meet Samus’ standards. “You’re that billboard bimbo! How’s about I buy you a drink?”

Samus giggled happily, cosying up to him and taking his offer. It wasn’t the first time in the last couple of weeks she had been called that, but she enjoyed hearing it every time. Being a model just got better by the minute! Her Galaxigram numbers had spiked, she was being recognised thanks to the billboard, and on occasion she got to use it as a selling point. Her only lingering question was, now that she thought about it for the first time since she had gotten the job, how she was going to juggle potentially being contacted for a bounty hunting job when she was working full-time as a model? Obviously, modelling came first. She giggled at the thought of them being put on hold until she was good and ready, then having to wait for her to make sure her schedule was open long enough to do the mission plus splice in and out of her ugly old body.

Actually, Samus began to realise, being a bounty hunter while she was a career model would be a bit of a pain. She was less available in general and was committed to her new gig, so the old one was much lower on the priority list. Really low, now that she thought of it. Samus decided to make a mental list of her top priorities at the moment. At the top was modelling, obviously. Next was getting even bigger on Galaxigram. Then, she wanted her OnlyStars to someday get into the top percentile of big earners, less for the money and more for the status. After that, she wanted to use all of the above to fuck even more hot dudes. Then, she wanted to get even hotter than she was right now by keeping up to date with her splices. Then she put bounty hunting there, at the bottom of her top five… wait, that wasn’t even in her top five! Was she even taking bounty hunting seriously anymore?

No, actually, Samus finally realised. No she wasn’t. She really, honestly, could not possibly care less about bounty hunting right now. It was a lingering annoyance in the back of her mind, the life of Samus Aran barging in to interrupt Jessi Hale’s. She kept acting like she would drop everything to get back to work, even though it was a huge hassle. On top of that, it wasn’t even a realistic expectation anymore. After all, she hadn’t been contacted at all for so much as a single job in a whole two years. Not once, not even a peep! Why the hell was she sticking her beautiful ass out for them if they didn’t even check in to say hi every now and then? Clearly they were happier off with new and upcoming bounty hunters, and judging by how she hadn’t heard of any big disasters since, they were doing a perfectly good job without her!

There just wasn’t any room in her busy life left for bounty hunting, Samus realised as she was ogled by a bunch of guys in the middle of Zathor-4’s busiest club, as she could distantly hear her friends calling for her and wondering what was taking her so long. She had grown up and moved on from Samus Aran, it was time to finally admit it. Not just by ignoring it, but by burying the hatchet and formally retiring. Then, she could finally put it all behind her. Two years in, Samus’ long vacation finally came to an end.

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For the first time in ages, Samus set foot in the warehouse her ship was being kept in. Technically, it was owned by StarrTech Industries, an engineering industry that used to do a lot of work for the Galactic Federation, but these storage units hadn’t been touched by the company in ages. They owned a controlling stake in the colony and had been focusing most of their company resources on domestic engineering instead of weapons for as long as Samus had been an adult. It was the perfect place to store her recognizable ship and lay low for a while.

It was a shame it was so gross though. There was dirt and dust and cobwebs everywhere! It was totally gonna ruin Samus’s new dress.

If Samus were still in the business of reflection and introspection, she might’ve thought of the irony of how different she was from her last visit to the ship about 18 months ago to how she was now.

The last time she came here, it had been in the dead of night and dressed down as much as she could to look as inconspicuous as one could be when they were a 6’3” woman with breasts the size of her head. She hadn’t wanted to be seen and was happy that way since keeping her ship’s location a secret was the most important thing.

Now though, it was midday and Samus was dressed as she always was: to impress. The short, obscenely curvy blonde was dressed in a skintight metallic pink bandage wrap dress that squeezed every inch of her massive curves. Her perfect dark tan stood in dazzling contrast to the thick curtain of silky platinum locks that fell down to nearly her knees. Her pink leopard print 6 inch heels click-clacked rhythmically on the concrete ground as she strutted forward, not a thought in her head about not being seen.

After all, why wouldn’t the galaxy’s next top model want to be seen wherever she went?

Besides, this place was basically abandoned, why would she need to worry about being stealthy and junk?

Pulling the garage door of the storage unit open was way harder than she thought it would be. Eventually though, her weak, tiny arms managed to wrench it open enough for her overinflated form to squeeze through and into the dark, dusty garage.

Her ship was barely recognizable beneath the layers of accumulated dust and grime. It’s shiny orange hull now looked a dull grayish brown and a colony of spiderwebs and cobwebs criss-crossed across the surface of her ship’s front window. If Samus had been a foot taller like she used to be, she might have even seen a number of overdue rental notices stuck to her ship’s cockpit window.

This was so gross. Samus wanted to get out of her as soon as she could, but she had a loose end to tie up so she could finally begin her new life as Jessi Hale in earnest.

She approached the ship’s entrance and wiped off the biometrics pad to put her hand down to get in. Of course it wasn’t until her tiny hand with its inch and a half long nails was rejected by the fingerprint reader that Samus remembered that her hands were different now.

Hell, all of her was different now. She’d been gene spliced over two dozen times by now so her DNA lock on the ship wouldn’t let her in either. This might have been harder than she thought it would be.

...which wasn’t saying much since she hadn’t thought about any of this at all.

Thankfully, she had other ways of getting into her ship incase of emergency. Her DNA had always been a little wonky due to getting gene spliced with Chozo DNA as a little girl and then a later splice to put her hair back to blonde as a young woman, so her ship’s security was built with a DNA change as a possibility.

Carefully, her long nails clacked away at the numbered keypad next to the biometrics lock only for it to flash red in error. It had been a while since she’d been here, so Samus thought she could be forgiven for forgetting her access code. Especially because it was 12 digits long and that was simply way too many numbers for anyone to hope to remember.

Thank goodness that when all else failed, Samus’s gunship still had it’s retina scanner. At this point, the only thing about herself that Samus hadn’t changed was her eyes. After all, her big blue eyes were already gorgeous and she couldn’t think of a reason to justify changing them.

She stood on her tiptoes a bit more to get close enough for her eyes to reach the scanner. There was a brief flash of red before the scratchy digital voice rang out “Recognized: Samus Aran. Welcome.”

The bay door of her ship lowered open with a squeaky groan after 2 whole years of sitting idle in this dingy warehouse. Samus carefully walked up the ramp and into the ship, careful not to scuff her heels on the metal of the floor.

Her ship was just as she remembered it - gross, grey, drab, and a bigger piece of man repellent than grey hair and wearing pants. What was she thinking ever living in a place like this?

The only thing in this grungy gunship she felt even the tiniest amount of affection for was the medical bay. But this too she looked at with a bit of disgust, mortified that she’d ever relied on something as clumsy and Do It Yourself as this machine for beauty enhancements. Her newest pair of breasts were far bigger, bouncier, and more sensitive than the disproportionate and awkward sacks of fat she’d saddled herself with two years ago. And that wasn’t even getting into what it did to her butt. What was the point of having a balloon for an ass if she didn’t have the hips to match? Her newest butt was better anyway. Bigger rounder, and sensitive enough to make her cum after enough playful spankings.

Of course, she couldn’t disregard this machine entirely either. It was what had started her down her current path and made her realize how important it was to be hot. Without it, she might never have gotten to discover her true potential and really find herself.

Still though, the splices were way better, so she moved on after only the briefest pat goodby to the dusty machine. She eventually sauntered over to her ship’s control panel, turning the thing on for the first time in ages. The engine sputtered to life, it’s propulsor systems lurching and coughing from disuse. Samus ignored all this to focus on her communication system.

She brought up her access code to send private messages to the Galactic Federation and typed out a short and simple message: “I’m retired. Don’t call me.”

Her message sent, Samus shut down the ship and walked out of this gross, greasy mess without looking back.

Unnoticed by the girl as she minced out of the ship as fast as her short legs could carry her was the blinking light of her ship’s messaging receiver. If she had bothered to check it, she would have discovered 37 different messages from the Galactic Federation requesting Samus’ assistance with various disasters and disturbances across the galaxy. If she had bothered watching any actual news in the past year and a half, she’d have seen several stories about the rise in a new generation of bounty hunters who had stepped in to fill the void caused by the disappearance of the galaxy’s greatest heroine.

The problems were solved and the galaxy was still at peace, but boy was the galactic federation running itself ragged trying to fill some shoes that were unfillable even before she formally left the bounty hunting scene. Her retirement announcement would spark far more questions than it answered thanks to its vague wording and possibly threatening implications, leading to a mad rush to try to track her down and convince her otherwise, as well as hundreds of theories on what had happened to her and why she had seemingly abandoned the galaxy she had single-handedly safeguarded for so long. Military and civilian leaders alike would publicly lament the loss of such a talent, claiming that no matter who stepped up to try to fill her shoes, she was simply irreplaceable.

Of course, not that any of it was any of Jessi Hale’s concern, who was busy being intent on leaving it far, far behind. After all, she had far more important things to focus on, like her modelling career. She was going to be a star, she just knew it!