“Arch your back a bit more,” the photographer said, snapping a few more pictures.

Samus did as ordered and arched her deceptively strong back a bit more, perking up a pair of tits twice the size of her beautiful head. Her curvy figure was clad in nothing more than a translucent pink nightie to advertise Prava’s new line of sleepwear. Prava wasn’t the top of the fashion world like LeBlanche or Jovia’s Secret, but their nighties and bras were super cute, so Samus didn’t mind that this was a step down from her last gig.

But she was doing this one without Jenni, so she took extra pride in being hot enough to get the gig on her own this time.

“Like, is it my turn yet?” Squeaked a soft, girlish voice a few feet off camera.

If it weren’t for Samus being such a professional, her sexy smile would have faltered at the words of her annoying co-model for this shoot, Bubbles Sakamoto. The tiny east asian model was in many ways Samus through a racially tinted mirror. Slightly shorter and slightly less curvy than the busty blonde, the busty asian bimbo managed to make Samus feel like she was still the ugly tomboy she’d arrived at Zathor-4 as.

Clad head to toe in pink with enough lacey frills added on to make an entire extra set of lingerie, the dark haired bombshell was dimwitted cuteness personified. Even her long dark hair was done up in a pair of knee-length fluffy black pigtails that added to Bubbles’s girlish charms. Most girlish of all though was her voice, which sounded like this girl ate helium for a living. Samus wasn’t sure if Bubbles had gotten some kind of gene splicing to sound like that or if it was natural, but either way, Samus found herself a bit jealous of the girl sounding so cute.

She’d overheard some of the men on the crew complimenting Sakamoto’s voice, which didn’t sit right with her. Samus had spent the better part of the past year training her once dull and expressionless alto voice to be as bright, bubbly, and sexy as she was now since the voice of a buff blonde amazon coming from her current body would look ridiculous. The idea of some random bimbo being better at it than her just didn’t seem right.

“Just a bit longer, Bubbles,” the photographer smiled, looking past Samus like she wasn’t even there. “Let me just finish up with Jessi, then it’s your turn, cutie.”

“Kaaaaay,” the girly girl giggled before pivoting on her heels to skip back to her phone off to the side of the studio.

Samus rolled her eyes as the model skipped away, the eyes of several crew members following her. She really didn’t like how obvious they made it when they checked out Bubbles instead of her.

It couldn’t be that they thought someone as flat as Bubbles Sakamoto was hotter than her, so it had to be something else. But what?

“Like, can we get back to business?” She grumbled, her voice unintentionally dropping closer to its natural register.

The photographer and at least two of the lighting guys all jerked back in surprise when they heard her voice. “Uhhhh, sure, Jessi,” the photographer stammered. “Let’s get a few shots of you from behind and then call it a day so you can get a lozenge or something.”

“But, like, I feel totally fine,” Samus said, her voice returning to its usual high-pitched affectation.

“If you say so,” the photographer shrugged. “Now turn around and bend over so we can get some shots of your ass in that thong.”

“Yes sir,” Samus smiled brightly, following his directions to the letter to try getting back in his good graces after her little outburst.

It just wasn't fair how much favoritism the crew was showing to such an obviously inferior model just because she had some kind of cute baby voice. Samus knew she was much hotter and sexier than the frilly princess could ever hope to be... so who’s to say she couldn’t also be cuter?

She knew that ever since her big height drop, her friends had been showering her with praise over how cute she was. And Samus couldn’t deny how much she loved pink princessy clothes now that Krissi had shown her the wonders of really leaning into her femininity. Maybe the thing she needed to make her really stand out was a voice that was just as cute as the rest of her?

It wouldn’t hurt that it meant she could stop wasting any mental effort on keeping her voice sexier than it really was, so she could focus on more important things.

---

“Like, whaddya think, Dolly?” Samus giggled melodically as she woke up to the feeling of a slightly different throat and neck below her delicate chin.

Her voice was just as high pitched and cute as she wanted it, much breathier and sexier than that dull bimbo Bubbles. This cute little squeak was the perfect voice for a girly-girl like Jessi Hale, and was yet another thing keeping her separate from the identity of Samus Aran that she’d like to forget.

“It totally suits you, Miss Hale,” Dolly smiled brightly. “You sound just like the Princess Honey Doll I had when I was a little girl.”

“Well, like, that’s totes perfect,” Samus smiled. “Cuz I’m, like, a total princess.”

---

“Welcome back, Miss Hale!” chirped the receptionist in a voice that was now much higher and softer than it once was.

“Totes good to see you too, Dolly,” Samus smiled, using her nickname for the girl. “Thanks for telling me about the cancelation today. I thought I’d have to wait all week to get in.”

“Aww, like, anything for you,” the incredibly curvy blonde giggled as she rose from the desk to give her favorite customer a hug.

Samus was still shocked to see how far the once ugly receptionist had come since Samus gave her that pep talk all those months ago. The once awkward, skinny, pasty faced brunette was now a tan, curvy blonde with tits bigger than her head, hips wider than her shoulders, and an ass that you could rest a wine glass on. Even her face had become a doll-like vision of perfection. Perfectly proportioned with plump lips, long lashes, rosey cheekbones, and large blue eyes free of any guile.

Frankly, Samus thought the girl was getting a little carried away, which was why she’d started calling her Dolly. After all, if she wanted to turn herself into some kind of ridiculous Barbie doll-Blowup doll hybrid, that was her right, but she had to expect the nicknames that would come with it. The procedure she’d had done to ensure that her face was colored to look naturally made up even while barefaced made her resemblance to a doll all the more apparent.

“Oh I, like, love the new voice,” Samus smiled as she returned the woman’s hug. “It’s so totally you, Dolly.”

“Thanks Miss Hale,” the ridiculously curvy blonde giggled. “After I heard how cute you sounded after getting yours done last time, I knew just what I had to do.”

Samus giggled, feeling her ego swell at the girl’s usual praise. “Like, it’s so cool to be a total inspiration to you or whatever.”

“You really are,” Dolly blushed. “I think I might finally be as pretty as you.”

“Huh? Like, whaddya mean?” Samus trailed off as she finally realized what Dolly really reminded her of - her reflection in the mirror every morning.

Dolly wasn’t turning herself into a slutty blowup doll at all. She was turning herself into a near perfect copy of her idol, Jessi Hale. The realisation gave Samus pause for a moment, then her smug grin widened as far as her puffy lips would allow. Ah, no wonder Dolly looked so classy recently! Samus got it, she really did. It wasn’t just enough to be sexy, any rich bimbo could imitate that with big tits and ass, but only those with real taste like Dolly here knew to take from the best and give the clinic that air of refinement. Now that she took a closer look, Dolly’s proportions weren’t slutty at all, they were a slice of perfection in the form of two beautiful boobs that offered the client a taste of the supreme craftsmanship of Dr. Johnson, not to mention those perfectly sculpted hips and waist that tastefully combined extreme size and careful arrangement. Only one truly lacking any taste would compare it to something like a blow-up doll, not knowing what they were talking about in the slightest.

“You’re gorgeous, Dolly, a real doll. You’ll have the guys wrapped around your little finger just like that. No, they’ll be lining up fighting over you!” Samus praised her, trying to give herself that extra elegant edge by going out of her way to remove the likes and totallies from her vocabulary.

“Wow, that really means a lot, Miss Hale. Everything’s gotten so much better since I started listening to you.” Dolly blushed. “Dr. Johnson says he’s really happy with how he’s helped me and his handiwork. He said that he couldn’t think of anybody better suited to being the first impression of the clinic. In fact, he invited me out for dinner after work, and…”

Ah, there it was! Samus finally felt validated after the first part, completely tuning out the rest of whatever Dolly was prattling on about that didn’t involve her. The good doctor admitted it - that Samus was the sexiest woman he’d ever worked on, he just wouldn’t say it to her face! Dolly would be her metric for satisfaction by proxy, it seemed.

Dolly had it right, Samus decided. Imitation really was the sincerest form of flattery. Well, now she wasn’t just perfecting herself for her own benefit and all her fans. She was doing it for Dolly too! And of course, she was just paying back the clinic for their hard work...

---

“‘An’ anyway, I was thinkin’, I should totally be in the center this time, it’s my turn for them to be the backups, don’t you think? Oh, and I should be in, like, a super sexy pose. Kassi’s cute ‘an all, but like, I can do cute better too. Cute and sexy? That’s totally Jessi Hale, you know? What do you think? I’m right, aren’t I? You should totally, like, tell your boss what I said, ‘kay?

“We’ll think about it, Miss Hale.” The manager said, by this point trained to let it go in one ear and out the other. Turning five solid minutes of mid-card model Jessi following him around and yammering into his ear about what she felt could really improve the reputation of the magazine and how it involved giving her all of the best shoots and roles into white noise was the only sane way to deal with it. He just had to outlast her, and then she’d either get bored and go repeat it to somebody else, or assume that it had got through and give him a winning smile before bounding away.

“I’m so glad you get it, everybody here just doesn’t understand me!” She giggled obliviously as he turned a corner and left her behind, certain that this time would be the one where everybody started paying attention to her and gave her the credit that she deserved. It really was taking longer than it should have! She had been here for more than three months, and for some reason her biggest role had been on that billboard, without any promise of showing up in any big advertisements or front page shots in sight! What gives? They should’ve been lining up for her after that! Who’s dick did she have to suck to get some recognition around here? Because the ones she had tried weren’t working!

“Just gotta stay positive, Jessi!” She reminded herself as she headed off to her next shoot, where her bubble butt was being used to show off some skinny jeans, something she normally wouldn’t be seen dead in - what self-respecting woman would be dumb enough to wear pants? But she knew it had to be done for the sake of her burgeoning career. It wasn’t like she had started at the top of the bounty hunting world, she had to work her way up with the dirty jobs she didn’t want to do but had to to make ends meet! And she was dead certain that she had even more talent in modelling than she did in bounty hunting, so it was just a matter of time.

Beaming from her internal pep talk, she found herself already at the set, where she was determined to make the director see her way today. That boring guy never listened to her, but today was gonna be the day where Jessi Hale showed her genius for shot composition!

“Sooo, mr director…” Samus rubbed up against the plain man’s shoulder, him as usual showing no visible reaction no matter how carefully positioned her cleavage was. “I was thinkin’, today we should have me, like, lean over. I know this is, like, a neutral shot, but I could, like, get my boobs in the shot as well, and it’ll make my butt look better and totes sexier. I mean, you can see my boobs from behind anyway, but the readers totally wanna see them as much as my butt, ya know? I took a poll on my Galaxigram the other day and my followers were like, wow Jessi, your butt is great, but your boobs are even better, show them to us more! Anyway, once we’ve done that, we should also-”

“We aren’t changing anything.” He said without malice, but very firmly.

“‘Kay, fiiiiine.” Samus made a big show of settling for what she had come here to go, pouting and giving him puppy dog eyes, gestures that fell on dead eyes. “Have it your way, but only ‘cause I like you, ‘kay? Just think about it, though! Everybody’s totes missing out!”

Samus sashayed away, rocking her hips as if she was walking down a runway to go get her makeup done, as the camera crew let out audible gasps of held breath.

“I don’t know how you put up with our princess all day, sir.” One of the lighting crew said, using her nickname that had quickly spread around the agency for her constant demands and preening attitude coupled with her tendency to wear solid pink frilly dresses. Samus of course had completely misinterpreted it to take it at complete face value and wore it as a badge of pride, no matter how sarcastically it was said to her face. “I’d go crazy if I had to listen to her ‘suggestions’ all day.”

“It’s because she’s a professional.” The ever-calm director said. “She’ll talk your ear off, but she’s never once screwed up a shot with her own ideas. She’s easier to work with than a lot of our divas, I’ll tell you that much. Half of ‘em always improvise at the last second and waste all your work.”

“That’s true, now that you mention it.” The camera guy realised, having grown to look forward to the actual shoot as it tended to make Princess Jessi shut up and follow instructions to the letter. Maybe a little too to the letter. Improvisations could be frustrating, but occasionally the gut instinct of the model really did improve the shot, or more hands-on planning with the crew. Jessi talked a big game, but gave in just as easily, and almost seemed to prefer being told what to do despite her outward demeanor.

“Okay boys, I’m not gonna get any more beautiful by standin’ around, so, like, let’s go!” Samus emerged from her dressing room to pump her arm into the air and skip happily, the goodwill she had amassed from their second thoughts evaporating in an instant. “And, like, make sure you get my good side! Oh wait, I only have good sides!”

--

Samus posed and pouted for the camera, with Jenni on her left, and some other model, another gorgeous blonde named Jerri on her right. To the casual observer, the three women all would have looked a lot alike, considering they were all short, curvy women with long blonde hair down to their knees, which was to be expected since the three of them were all frequent clients for the gene splicing clinic they were doing this advertisement for. But to Samus’s experienced eye, she could tell that she was the hottest of all the women Dr Johnson had ever worked on.

Jerri’s breasts were only a bit bigger than her head, no way could that poor girl hope to compete with the curvy perfection of Jessi and Jenni. And as much as she loved Jenni dearly, her friend’s chin was really too sharp. She didn’t know how the ditzy blonde dealt with that icepick hanging below her face all hours of the day. It really was a shame that this part of the shoot was so focused on the face since it gave Jerri her moment to pretend that she held a candle to Jessi and Jenni figures. But Samus supposed even plain girls like her deserved a moment in the spotlight so they didn’t feel too bad about themselves.

Once the photoshoot wrapped, the models excitedly gathered around the computer monitors to admire their photos as the photographers decided which ones would make the cut for the ads. Each of the different flat screens displayed a shifting series of pictures of the models with a different girl for each screen. Samus craned her neck up to admire the latest gorgeous photos of the galaxy’s next top model: Jessi Hale.

Damn she looked good. Each headshot was more sultry than the last - a flirty smile, a playful wink, smoldering bedroom eyes, a suggestively puckered kiss - Samus had mastered them all.

“Like, uhhh... Jessi, I think those’re mine,” Jerri giggled from behind Samus.

“What? No way,” Samus scoffed at the other model. “I’d totally know my own perfect face when I see it.”

“But, like, that screen’s got my name on it,” the girl pouted while pointing above Samus’s head to the top of the monitor screen.

Sure enough, the name ‘Jerri Jewel’ was scribbled on the hastily added label on the frame of the monitor’s screen. On the screen’s left was another screen of another gorgeous blonde with a perfect face that Samus recognized as her own… as was the third face on the screen on the far right.

Confused, her big blue eyes scanned the labels she hadn’t bothered to read before and realized that the one on the far right was herself. Samus hadn’t bothered getting past the letters “Je” before her eyes glazed over and she assumed that the photos of the impossibly beautiful blonde were her.

...did that mean that the blonde she’d dismissed as the plain one when looking at the photos was herself? Was she ugly? Or had she simply had so many treatments done to her face that she could no longer recognize herself?

No, that couldn’t be it. She spent more than enough time looking at her perfect face in the mirror every morning as she did her hair and makeup to not know every millimeter of her visage. Was it possible that that skank Jerri had stolen her look? She knew she and Jenni had gotten so many treatments together that the two of them were often mistaken for twins anyway, so she couldn’t blame her friend on being inspired by one of Samus’s previous treatments. It was hard not to be amazed by Jessi’s beauty after all. The receptionist at Dr. Johnson’s clinic and her friends had both copied parts of her look too, so she should have realized this was coming sooner or later.

There’d always be some bitchy slut who thought the easiest way to the top was to cheat by making herself hotter and stealing a prettier girl’s look. Clearly if Samus wanted to stay on the top of the modeling world, she’d need to step up her game and give herself something else to really make her stand out.

---

Samus exited the clinic excited and satisfied with her latest change. She hadn’t been out on the street for more than a few minutes and she was already drawing stares. And for once, people were actually looking at her face instead of her enormous tits or ass.

She made the bold and brilliant decision to upgrade her face after her startling realization the other day. Considering how any woman with half a brain was bound to get their face spliced to perfection too, that meant that eventually more and more women would start looking the same. So the only way to stay ahead of the curve was to be the trend setter yourself. And if there was one thing Jessi Hale prided herself on being, it was a trendsetter.

This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten her lips done at the clinic, but it was certainly the most drastic she’d ever gone. Even Dr. Johnson and Dolly the receptionist were shocked at the idea, but when Samus awoke in the clinic’s room after her treatment, she knew that she’d made the right decision the second her face regained enough feeling to sense the sheer weight of her beautiful new lips.

Thicker than her thumbs and delightfully soft and sensitive, each lip was the crowning glory of the clinic’s gene splicing treatments, but together they were a masterpiece of pouty perfection that gave Samus the biggest and best lips on Zathor-4 and possibly the entire galaxy. The perpetually red pillows filled almost the entire distance from her chin to brush against the underside of her tiny button nose and were gently parted in the center, the expectation of something stuffed between them left unsaid, but completely obvious.

The enormous red pillows dominated the lower part of her face, making Samus truly stand out from the crowd. She’d never again need to fear being mistaken for any of the other obscenely curvy blondes with knee-length platinum blonde hair on this colony, because of her new lips that Dr. Johnson himself swore up and down nobody had ever done before. Though from the look of awe and jealousy on Dolly’s formerly identical face, Samus knew that the next time Jessi Hale went in for a touch up, the bimbo receptionist would likely greet her with a smile just as plump and perfect as her own.

The inspiration for this brilliant change came to her the other night when out partying with Jenni and Ashley at a club. She’d been chatting with one of her hookups while waiting for his 12 inch snake to come back to life after she’d sucked him dry in the men’s room stall. Sticking around after swallowing a boy’s load wasn’t Jessi’s usual style, but a cock that nice was worth waiting for a second round. And so to pass the time, she talked about how she almost got onto the latest season of Harem Hotel while she gave him a hand job to bring his pants python back to life.

“-And then I was all, like, ‘nuh-uh’ cuz there’s totally no way that, like, any of the other girls were gonna be as hot as me, ya know?” Samus giggled while running a dainty, long nailed hand up and down the length of his hardening shaft. “So then I totally offered to, like, blow the producers ‘cuz, like, that’s just what ya gotta do ta get on TV n’ stuff. But then-”

Samus was cut off by him shoving her head down onto his yummy dick, stuffing her mouth full of his, once again, rock hard cock. “Babygirl, you’re better suited for sucking than talking, so do what you’re good at if you want this,” he grinned as he thrust his hips slightly.

Mouth too full of man meat to talk, Samus happily agreed. This guy was lucky she was enough of a size queen to put up with his cocky attitude, otherwise she wouldn’t have given him that second blow job and would have just skipped straight to the real sex to get it over with and find a new boy to take home.

But the modelling world was cutthroat, so Samus decided based on his sound advice to maximise her strengths and kill two birds with one stone. Advertise her specialties to a perspective hunk to hook up with, and make herself more memorable as a model before all those catty bitches stole her look again.

---

Maybe it was the dim lighting of the club, or maybe it was the fact that she was 9 drinks and 5 blowjobs deep into the night, but whatever the reason, Samus realized a shocking truth of the universe while out clubbing with all the single girls in her group. Cassie was having a more quiet night out with her boyfriend and Samus found herself missing the cute, somewhat curvy blonde more than ever right now because of what came to her beneath the strobe light of the crowded club.

She couldn’t tell Daisy, Ashley, and Krissi apart anymore. At all. The constantly shifting colored lights at the club were making all her friends look like slightly different colored versions of the same doll. The fact that they were all wearing similarly dark, clingy minidresses wasn’t helping matters.

Samus knew and reluctantly accepted that all spliced women started to look alike if they got their faces done. There were only so many faces that achieved the perfect, doll-like beauty that all women wanted. Of course, the fact that they tended to copy their hot friends to unconsciously keep up meant that unlike other women that would get a few treatments and be satisfied, Samus’s friends were helpless addicts that seemed to be chasing some ideal of perfection they’d never achieve. Unlike her who had already found it, but was just fine tuning things to stay on top.

But because of this, over the past year, Ashley, Krissi and Daisy’s curves had inflated at a pace not quite as intense as Samus’s own, but more than enough to be model worthy beauties if they wanted to be. With breasts nearly twice the size of their heads, hips that were wide enough to carry triplets to a full term, asses big enough to rest a wine glass on, and waists tiny enough for most tall men to totally wrap their hands around, her friends reminded Samus of how far she’d come in the past six months because they’d almost gotten as big as her and Jenni were back then. Thankfully, she was much hotter now and it was just a matter of time until her hard work splicing sent her career to new heights.

Ashley especially was a good reminder to Samus considering her already curvy blonde friend had loved Jessi and Jenni’s billboard so much that she got upgraded a bit more so she could wear the lingerie they had been advertising. Now just as tan and curvy as Samus had been, with fluffy blonde locks down to her knees, Ashley was one height reduction away from being able to pass as Samus’s twin and join Dolly and Jenni in Jessi Hale’s legion of copycat fans.

Of course, the problem was that Daisy and Krissi were one dyejob or hair splice from being identical to Ashley. With only an inch or two of height difference between the three of them that was easily covered by their differing heels, literally the only thing Samus could use to tell them apart anymore was their hair. And even that had gotten harder considering tonight they were all wearing their knee-length hair long and loose in almost identical styles to show off their new volume after a breakthrough in splicing that could make hair follicles thicker, stronger, grow twice as fast, and resist getting dirty for days. It was the hot new splicing trend this month, resulting in an uptick in women with much longer hair.

Samus ignored the fact that she was wearing her slightly longer calf-length hair the exact same way as her friends because she too had gotten the treatment just the other day.

“Want me to get you another drink, Jessi?” asked a dancing girl over the thumping beat of the music. Redhead. Daisy.

“Like, sure Daisy,” Samus smiled. She was thinking too hard and nothing fixed that quite like Sex on the Beach. Alcohol helped too.

She giggled at her little joke to herself. She was so clever.

---

Samus pouted, her gigantic lips pursing as much as they could when overinflated to the point of inexpressiveness. The object of her poutiness was the reveal of the cover model for It just didn’t make sense. Just why was this ugly bitch on the front page instead of her once again? Cathy Katerina was once again modelling the leading dress of this season’s fashion on the front page of their magazine, and yet she didn’t even show up until you got to the seriously sexy stuff halfway through! Samus just didn’t get it. She was prettier, more gorgeous, more attractive, sexier, hotter, more beautiful, she had bigger boobs, hips, ass, lips, nails, the works. What did this plain bitch have that she didn’t?

Samus wracked her brain, the largely untaxed organ put to work for the first time in a while. It was simply impossible that there was a better woman for the job than her. All possibilities that followed this train of thought were thoroughly scrubbed from her mind. Samus was doing better than her, period. So why wasn’t she being rewarded for it? Cathy was cheating, obviously. But how? If she was fucking the executives like some cheap slut Samus would have heard about it, the last time she had slept with one of the top executives as part of a calculated move he had bragged about how many top models he had taken advantage of, and Samus had been sure to remember those names. Catherine didn’t have many contacts, so it wasn’t nepotism either. All she had were audiences liking her and her practically flat F-cup chest, and Samus just couldn’t comprehend why those eyes were on her instead of moi.

There was no way she wasn’t as pretty as this girl, or less desirable, or less front page material. That was just objectively impossible. That girl couldn’t dream of making cougar-print dresses or tops that had more cleavage than fabric look half as sexy as she did. Plus, she had a totally unique face that stood out from the crowd. Was this bitch even spliced? Honey, you’d never make it in this business without a little womanscaping! The only natural thing you needed was naturally good taste, like Samus did. This left Samus with two options. Maybe her perfect image wasn’t as perfect as she thought, maybe she had gone too far, made a mistake at some point, or… she was just too good looking!

Yeah, that was it, Samus cemented in her mind. Her job was to make clothes look good, and she simply made them look too good! There was no way that the lowest common denominator could look at a goddess like her and see themselves in that position. So they had to pick some average cow with her mere F-cups to stand in for her, to lower their expectations before they hit them with the good stuff. This neatly explained why she had been turned up in favour of this nobody and why her career hadn’t had quite the meteoric rise she had been hoping for. This revelation had come at just the right time, as her modelling career was starting to feel rather stagnant, like there was some ceiling that she couldn’t break through no matter how finely she tuned herself to be walking sex. It was everybody else’s fault!

That made way more sense, that she was simply too good at her job for her own good. The agency had to hold her back, she was so hot. Catherine probably fucked the managers too, even more than she did. She must have had no dignity, selling herself like that! She sure hoped it paid off, having to be some executive’s cocksleeve for favours while Samus gracefully maintained her dignity and simply fucked a few executives now and then to make sure they were giving her special treatment.

Still, Samus thought contentedly to herself, splicing was more popular than ever, and what was considered the upper end of the bust curve was ever rising. That was why the agency had so many ultra-curvy models, and why those skanks kept copying her. They were probably just waiting for it to exaggerate far enough that she wasn’t too far above an attainable ideal. That was the whole point of being ahead of the curve, that people like her weren’t common. Once the world was ready for her, they’d be all warmed up and ready for her to get top billing.

Yeah, Samus told herself again, it was only a matter of time…

---

As much as Samus took pride in her enormous, perfect lips, she was starting to get annoyed by how they were effecting her sex life. Men had gotten so obsessed with getting blowjobs from her that they were more interested in sticking their yummy dicks in her mouth than her hyper-sensitive pussy.

She’d sometimes try to sweet talk them into giving her a proper fucking or at least play with clit a bit while she sucked them off, but most guys were really attached to the idea of a tiny blonde kneeling infront of them with their dicks in her mouth while they just watched. Men were so hardheaded that it was easier for her to just not complain about anything and do what they said. Why break their fantasy and risk not getting any herself?

Sure, she could play with herself to get off while she sucked them off, but it just wasn’t the same since that was way more effort than she was willing to exert by splitting her focus like that. It was a shame her upper lips weren’t as sensitive as her lower ones.

...But what if they could be?

---

Samus admired her new and improved perfect lips in the mirror of the clinic’s examining room. Sure they looked the same as they did when she went under, but they felt so different. The cool, circulating air currents of the room felt ten times as strong against her plump pink pillows as they did when she first arrived and shocked the doctor with what she wanted done.

Apparently while her earlier sensitivity increase was rarer than the clinic’s usual purely cosmetic changes, it was still common enough that Doctor Johnson didn’t bat an eye. But this time even the unflappable doctor reacted with a bit of surprise at her request to make her mouth and lips just as sensitive as her other erogenous zones.

Apparently only women who worked as porn stars got this done. Jessi Hale was far too classy to be some slutty porn star, but she was far too practical to not see the advantages of a change like this. If anything, it meant that porn stars were smarter than she’d been giving them credit for since it meant they were just as smart as her to have this idea.

“So how do they feel, Miss Hale?” Cooed the breathy voice of Dolly the receptionist, her identically enormous lips quirked in trepidation.

Now that Samus recognized her number one fan as the adorable copycat she was, Samus could tell that this girl was testing the waters on if she should get this change as well. And what kind of mentor would she be if she couldn’t help her biggest admirer be as hot as possible?

“They feel, like, soooo totally good, Dolly,” Samus giggled in excitement, brushing her tongue experimentally over her now hypersensitive lips and shuddering a bit. “Like, now I’ll never havta worry about boys leaving me horny and sad when all they want is blowjobs.”

“Does that really happen?” Dolly squeaked in shock.

“Like, all the time,” Samus said as if it was obvious. “Like, just last week, like, five different guys told me I totally give the bestest blowies on Zathor-4. Like, how can I not with lips as hot as mine? You know what I mean, right?”

Dolly’s perfectly sculpted cheeks were too tan to show a visible blush, but the blonde’s embarrassment was obvious. “Men have certainly been paying me a lot of attention since getting them upgraded,” she said, trying to stay professional in front of one of the clinic’s best clients.

“Well duh, Dolly,” Samus giggled at her fangirl/twin. “Men totes love blowjobs an’ for sure expect them from girls like us, so we, like, gotta get good at em to keep boys happy, ya know?”

“Well you’re n-not exactly wrong about taking these for a test drive since I got them,” Dolly stammered. “The doctor really seems to like them,” she said with a small, content smile.

Samus swelled with pride. She knew these lips were a good idea. Who wouldn’t love them? “Well then, like, why don’t you help me test these?” she giggled.

“What do you me-phh?” Dolly was cut off as the identical girl pulled her in for a quick kiss that sent Jessi Hale weak in the knees and looking even more blissed out than she usually was.

Maybe it was worth considering this upgrade if a quick kiss could do that. She wouldn’t mind it if her boyfriend made her feel like that every time he kissed her when they woke up in the morning.

---

“I don’t get it, Jenni.” Samus complained, sipping on her martini at Jenni’s house as the for-once party-free house felt a little lonely at the counter with just her, Jenni, and an automated bartending machine. “I thought I was totally gonna get to headline the collection’s new dress this time!”

“Maybe they just thought Jerri looks better in that dress?” Jenni suggested, having cancelled her party plans to spend some private time with her BFFsie after noticing how down she had been after hearing the news.

“I look the best in everything though.” Samus boldly claimed. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!”

“You do, but they didn’t ask me either or anything. It could just be, like, the manager's taste,” Jenni mentioned.

Jessi was being a little presumptuous, but Jenni forgave it since she was on her fourth drink and she knew that her friend was prouder about her body than anybody else. She had put so much work into it that it was clear that she expected everybody else to see it the same way, while Jenni herself was merely content with being the hottest piece of ass at the club and being super cute next to her friends. She had always used splicing as a canvas for her tastes, and as it became more accessible it only made sense that everybody else started to use it the same way she did, while taking inspiration from celebrities like her.

“Then they’ve got bad taste.” Samus fumed, downing the rest of her glass and going for a refill. “I should be, like, a total supermodel by now and doing whatever I want.”

“C’mon, that’s not so bad.” Jenni consoled her. Jessi was totally drunk and saying silly things right now, Jenni decided. Terri was borderline identical to the two of them save for her taller, somewhat more slender proportions, Jessi was practically insulting herself! “I’d be like, totally sad ‘n stuff if you got super popular and they wouldn’t let us have fun together anymore.”

“What? I’d never do that, Jenni.” Samus said, wondering if this was why Jenni had never used her celebrity advantage to launch herself to the forefront.. “If I were a supermodel I’d like, book us together all the time! Those other girls are like, so self-absorbed. All they think about is themselves and how they wanna get ahead and don’t wanna share at all.”

“C’mon, they aren’t that bad.” Jenni laid a long-nailed hand on her shoulder to reassure her, as Samus was obviously down. “I’ve done stuff with Jerri and she’s super nice when you get to know her. You should come out with us next time!”

“Don’t wanna.” Samus propped her chin up on her breasts against the counter, reminding Jenni how cute she was when she pouted, even if she was being a bit childish. Hopefully eventually she’d stop taking it so seriously and start enjoying herself again.

“We’re always gonna be doing everything together ‘cause we look the same anyway.” Samus complained, starting to get well and truly drunk as she managed to fit the end of her glass between her fat lips and let the liquor flow. “You’re like, always copying me. You’re a big copycat!”

But that wasn’t really the problem, Samus privately lamented. Sure, modelling with Jenni was always fun, but she was putting so much effort into it and Jenni kept up simply doing whatever her agent threw at her. Was this just the power of celebrity keeping the gap between their efforts even?

“Don’t get mad just ‘cause we both have good taste!” Jenni playfully shot back.

“It’s not fair, your taste is so good!” Samus continued to complain with a drunken giggle. “We make like, all the right choices together! Do something else for once! You don’t wanna, like, branch out and have your own image?”

“But I’m totes hot right now.” Jenni tilted her head, looking a little confused. “Like, what’m I suppose ta do?”

“I dunno, try being like, your own thing. I know you like the twins thing, but like, maybe give it a break?” Samus suggested, although she wasn’t quite sure what else was on the table. Maybe go brunette for a while?

“You don’t like it?” Jenni seemed concerned, and Samus quickly threw up her manicured hands and signalled that this wasn’t the case.

“I totes like it!” Samus reassured her. “But like, maybe it’d be better if we like, weren’t twins for a bit?”

“But I like being twins.” Jenni pointed out.

“Yeah but like, we can expand our horizons, ‘n stuff.” Samus used a quote she had heard once. “There’s like, always room for improvement! Look at me, I’m always making myself hotter and sexier. We can still be totally hot sisters, but just like, not twins. Just for a while!”

“Alright then!” Jenni giggled, almost climbing onto Samus’ lap and getting close enough for Samus to kiss her. “Tell me what you wanna change and I’ll do it!”

“Okay!” Samus said, scanning Jenni’s identical face carefully. After a minute or two of squinting, she made a realisation.

“I dunno how to improve it.” Samus admitted, somewhat crestfallen. “We’re already perfect!”

“Yeah, this look is totally in right now.” Jenni admitted with another giggle, like she had known this would be the result all along. “All the girls at my parties are doing it. My doctor said we were like, “approaching genetic perfection” or whatever that means, so nobody’s gonna suddenly be different for a while.”

“Figures everybody wants to be as good as me…” Samus yawned, starting to drift off into Jenni’s comfortable chest. Without the pounding music and dancing, there was little to stop her from relaxing and letting the drink catch up with her.

“You should just stop worryin’ an’ like, be yourself.” Jenni advised.

“I don’t wanna be myself. I wanna be Jessi.” Samus sleepily slurred into her bestie’s bosom. “Myself’s a plain bitch. The real me’s, like, way prettier and hotter. I work really hard to be me, ya know? That’s why everybody thinks I’m totes hot and not totes scary like I used to be. Hey, why’re you laughin’?”

Samus’ comfortable pillow started rocking with Jenni’s giggles, causing Samus to look up and pout.

“‘Cause you’re way too cute to be scary!” Jenni got out between drunken giggles.

“Nuh uh, I was super scary before! Super seriously!” Samus insisted, but Jenni couldn’t possibly see how the tiny ditzy girl she had met at that party all that time ago could possibly be interpreted as remotely intimidating. It just wasn’t possible for her to conjure an image of Jessi as anything else.

“That’s why I wanna be a star.” Samus continued, drooping back down. “I want everybody to be, like, ‘wow Jessi, you’re so hot and pretty and interesting, I’d totally watch a show about you ‘an buy the stuff you model.’ Like all those celebrities everybody wants to talk about just ‘cause they’re them. Nobody used to care about me, just the stuff I did. I got all these splices ‘cause I wanna be the real me who’s like that instead.”

“I’d totally watch a show about you.” Jenni laughed.

“Only ‘cause you’d totally be a guest star on it!” Samus burst out into uncontrollable giggles. “You can’t watch it while you’re on it, silly! You’d be like, watching the TV while they film you!”

“Omigawd Jessi, that is so not how TV works, you huge bimbo!” The two continued to laugh until Samus stopped first, Jenni realising that she had drifted off where she laid, and after a while, she gently helped her stumble barely consciously to bed. Samus would barely remember their chat the next morning, but Jenni hoped that she’d soon get over her insecurities and be back to the bright and giggly Jessi that she called her BFF...

--

“It’s Jessi at the club again! Like, come find me!” Samus puckered her lips as she held her phone up high,

Pull your tits out already!

Be my girlfriend!

Can we get a closeup of your ass?

Spotted another jessi again! They’re multiplying!

That’s jenni dumbass

This song sucks!

No it’s a different one Jenni was wearing the pink dress, this one is purple

Lmao that guy at the bar totally roofied that drink

Your right lol

Tits already, please!

Samus smiled as she read through the rapid stream of comments, until she spotted one in particular that got the alarm bells ringing.

“One sec, guys!” Samus apologised to her stream. “Don’t miss me too much!”

Samus paused the stream after blowing a kiss, running back through the footage. At the absurd resolution her top of the line phone’s cameras provided as well as the various technologies they provided that Samus rarely bothered using, it was easy for her to isolate and track one particular patron who could very plainly be seen slipping some kind of quickly dissolving . It was good that the facial tracking software was so efficient, because these days all of the young hunks blurred together for her.

Samus waited until the drink had nearly reached the girl’s lips, then feigned stumbling on her high heels and slammed right into the girl breasts-first, causing the contents of her glass to fly right out and directly onto the guy’s tank top.

“Omigawd, I am like, soooooooo sorry!” Samus’ bubbly, half-hearted apology was spilling out of her lips before the “accident” had even had time to sink in, as she practically shoved the would-be victim out of the way.

“You didn’t want that anyway, particularly after what he put in it.” She whispered the second part in the girl’s ear, all the while acting like a ditzy bimbo as far as the guy could tell. The party girl seemed slow, but caught on quickly and was about to react when Samus put a finger on her puffy lips to halt her complaint.

“Say, I know this cute guy, and he is like, totally into girls like you.” Samus suggested, ushering her away and directing her towards Cassie and the others. “Why don’t you go over there and ask for Jerry? He’s like, super nice, a total gentleman.”

The girl still seemed confused, but was shoved through the densely packed ground and into Cassie’s circle, leaving Samus to direct her attention to the confused and indignant guy.

“Oh-em-gee, you are like, totally my type!” Samus gasped, cosying up against him before he had time to complain about her ruining his attempted pickup. “Like, I’m Jessi, let’s get to know each other.”

Samus spent a few minutes fawning on him and buttering him up, and soon he dismissed the whole sequence of events as an excuse for her to make a move on him, which wasn’t totally untrue. Samus let a stream of inane bimbo babbling flow from her lips to keep him occupied, eventually starting her stream back up.

“Omigawd, I have like, so got to show everybody how hot you are. All my followers wanna know about my love life, ya know?” She droned, pulling up the camera from his lap. The faithful chat were not pleased in the slightest to see him, which seemed to

“Smile, you’re on camera!” Samus winked as the chat flew into a furor, her top supporters furious that she was fawning all over this guy. While he initially seemed reluctant to be a sudden guest on her stream,

“Wow, the camera loves you!” Samus oohed and awed as his smug attitude reached its peak. “That must be why we saw you before! In fact, we caught everything! Trouble getting the ladies, huh?”

His smirk lingered for a few seconds before what she said sunk in, and then he began to turn white as a sheet, particularly when the chat realised exactly who he was. He turned slowly to Samus, who was giving him an absolutely beaming smile and for the first time in over two years, somebody looked scared of Samus Aran.

“I-i’ve gotta go.” he mumbled out, practically shoving Samus away from him and stomping out of the club, shoving other partygoers out of the way as he rushed out as quickly as he could.

“What a shame! I wanted to have a little more fun with him.” Samus made an exaggerated sigh as she watched him sprint out of the club, content with the knowledge that he was about to be added to the no-serve list of just about every club and bar in town.

“Remember, Jessi hates guys like that!” Samus stressed in an exaggeratedly cutesy voice. She ended the stream soon after, ready to go find a real man to sleep with tonight...

--

“All done, Miss Hale.” A tired makeup artist said as she applied a final layer of blush to the carefully pouting model.

“I don’t know Debbie, this shade doesn’t fit my image.” Samus said, staring carefully at her doll-like face in the mirror. “Can you like, do it one more time?”

Deborah, a thirty-five year old beautician working for the modelling agency who had done thousands of makeup jobs for what must have been hundreds of models by now, was well used to divas, but even she struggled to remain patient around Jessi Hale. She paused, took a deep breath, and responded calmly.

“This is the third time, Miss hale.” She patiently explained. “And as I said before, it’s not relevant for this shoot to have absolutely perfect makeup. We already spent enough time on your hair and you didn’t need that either, we’d barely have enough time to try it again. You’ll be fine.

“Yeah, but like, we’re almost there!” Samus whined, already reaching for something to wipe her makeup off with. “Like, you’re super talented an’ good an’ all, but, like, you like, don’t get how important a girl’s face is when she’s like, out on the set, ya know? I gotta, like, think about this stuff all the time, it’s super important!”

“I know, Miss Hale.” Deborah sighed. “But-”

“Come on, Debbie!” Samus pleaded. “I’m like, totally sure that I didn’t make front page ‘cause my makeup wasn’t right last time! My career is like, riding on this!”

Samus gave Deborah her best puppy-dog eyes, and the wisened makeup artist finally gave in. Jessi Hale was notoriously stubborn and a real perfectionist despite her middling career, and it wasn’t the first time she had heard that today’s shoot would totally be her big break, she like, swore. Resisting her just wasn’t worth the effort.

“Fine, I’ll do it one more time, but only because we have a few minutes left before the shoot.” Deborah finally said, and Samus instantly brightened up. “Anything for our princess, after all.”

“Yay!” Samus leapt out of her seat and hugged the stylist, who could help but blush. It was like dealing with a ch1ld sometimes, she had such a strong response to being pleased. Samus might have been accused of letting the barbed remark fly over her head, but nobody was more acutely aware of her nickname than Samus. After all, whenever anybody said it, they always seemed to give her exactly what she wanted! Samus loved being called a princess, she felt that it really complimented her pink, girly image. It only made sense that they treated her delicately when they called her that.

Deborah applied the makeup again, following along deceptively precise instructions from Samus, and despite the miniscule change in tone and colour, Samus seemed overjoyed.

“This is perfect!” Samus gasped over a nearly imperceptible change. “Debbie, you’re the best! I knew you’d get it!”

“Have fun out there, princess.” Deborah lightly tapped her on the back and sent her on her way with only a few moments to spare before the shoot was about to begin, as she watched Samus briefly discuss her instructions with the director, before obediently lining up in the lingerie she was provided for the camera. After a few more moments of prepwork, the camera crew lined up the shot and took the photo.

As expected, Jessi’s head was cropped out of the photo, the frame simply ending at her neck.. Another was taken, this time from the side with her head turned away, then from the back, with her long immaculately prepared hair swept out of the way. Deborah could only shake her head, as she was pretty sure that Jessi was aware of this before she had her makeup done. She turned away to go get ready for her next model as the camera zoomed in closer to Jessi’s chest, not so much as a lip being shown. Next time she hoped she got Jenni instead...

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A few days later, Samus wasn’t the last one to arrive at Sunday brunch for once. Infact, the only person who beat her there was Ashley, which was pretty shocking considering the dumb blonde was usually just as late as Samus and Jenni considering how much time she spent doing her hair and makeup most days.

“Oh Em Gee, Ashley, we’ve totes gotta make everybody feel dumb for getting here after us,” Samus giggled in greeting as she walked up to the slightly taller girl.

“But I’m usually the first one here,” Ashley blinked in confusion as she turned to greet her friend.

Samus paused, just as confused as Ashley sounded. Ashley’s voice didn’t sound right. Did she get her vocal chords spliced or something? And what was she talking about? Daisy and Cassie were always the first ones to show up and get the group their table. Unless…

“OH EM GEE!!!” Samus squealed in shock, but not in a good way. “Daisy, like, what’d you do to your hair?!”

“Like, I got it spliced to be blonde,” she grinned, fluffing out her now platinum blonde mane of knee-length locks that were identical to Ashley’s and nearly identical to Samus’s own. “Mikey’s got a thing for blondes and since we’ve been dating for a couple weeks I thought I could, like, give it a try as a treat for him and see if I like it.”

While Daisy was extremely pleased with her new hair, Samus most certainly was not. In fact, she was starting to panic internally. No matter how she looked at her, all she could see was Ashley! Maybe if she squinted and tried to focus on her height… nope, not helping at all! Her beautiful wrinkle-free forehead was starting to grow slick with perspiration as she realised that she was completely out of options, subtlety was not the group’s strong suit so she couldn’t fall back on that to tell them apart.

“Daisy, you’re, like, uh, super cute, buuuuut…” Samus eventually awkwardly said after the requisite amount of compliments needed beforehand. “You looked like, way cuter when you were a redhead, ya know? Were you, like, thinking of keeping this?”

“Uh, maybe?” Daisy seemed to detect her unease. “I just wanted to at least, like, try the look…”

“What if it’s, like, totally not your colour?” Samus suggested. “I like, really liked the old hair.”

“Is there a problem with it now or something?”

“No way!” Samus desperately tried to cover herself. “Being a redhead was just, like, your thing, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Daisy shrugged. “Back before I got spliced to be short, people, like, used to call me ‘Big Red.’ I always hated that nickname. And now that the rest of me is so curvy, guys were calling me that again, so I figured being blonde might stop it this time.”

Samus didn’t like it. Something about the idea of the group blending almost perfectly together seemed to rub her the wrong way. Now even she was being mixed up, and she was supposed to be easily identifiable as the hottest one! Being the hot one was, like, her identity! Daisy had her movies, Ashley said she was thinking about becoming a personal trainer or yoga instructor, Krissi had her dumb art stuff, and Jenni had eyes on her the galaxy over as an unbeatable party queen. If she didn’t have her looks, what did she have? Sure, she was a model, but so was Jenni right now, and to be honest, all of her friends had spliced themselves to be hot enough to be models. Samus couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was starting to feel distressed at the idea of not necessarily being the hottest one. She needed this to stand out!

“Oh Em Gee! Is that you Daisy?” Called the familiar ditzy soprano voice of Krissi. “You look, like, so totally cute!”

“Oh wow, hey, Krissi,” Daisy smiled, looking over Samus’s shoulder. “Great minds think alike, huh?”

‘Oh no,’ Samus thought, turning around to greet her friend with a growing sense of dread.

Sure enough, the brunette Krissi had gone blonde too. Just as platinum blonde as Samus, Jenni, and now Daisy. To make matters worse, Krissi was wearing the exact same skimpy, pink LeBlanche Curvy Cut sundress that Samus was wearing.

...and Daisy was wearing! OMG how did she not notice that sooner?! The hair totally distracted her. Two girls in the same room wearing the same dress was totally embarrassing enough on its own, but three girls with the same super big T&A and the same super long hair, was just getting silly. The only time this was supposed to happen was on a film shoot, not in real life!

“Totally,” Krissi nodded her identical blonde head and giggled. “Like, I totally wanted to see if blondes have more fun and stuff since, like, Jenni and Jessi are always getting the hunkiest hunks when we go out, so I was like ‘brunette’s kinda boring’ and wanted to see how it was, ya know?”

“Uh, I kinda liked the brunette…” Samus passively mumbled out, but was completely drowned out by the congratulations of the rest of her arriving friends.

Just as she feared, now that Ashley was here, she could confirm that she looked exactly like Daisy and Krissi did now that they’d gotten her hair. To make matters worse, the bimbo was wearing the exact same pink dress as Samus and the others. After giving an excited, spinning hug to Daisy while gushing about the former redhead’s new look, Samus lost any and all ability to tell them apart when they separated.

Next to either Daisy or Ashley stood Cassie, looking a bit uneasy as well, but her smile was more genuine than the brittle bimbo grin Samus’s enormous lips tried to force themselves into. “You look great, Daisy, but this’ll totally take some getting used to.”

“I mean, like, I don’t know if it’s gonna be permanent,” Daisy (Samus assumed) said, shooting a glance at the shorter, curvier blonde. “Like I told Jessi, I’m just tryin’ it out to see if it’s fun.”

“Like, I’m totally keeping mine though,” Krissi giggled, twirling a long curly lock around her long-nailed finger. “I totally feel way sexier n’ stuff, plus it’s, like, super cool matching Ashley. I always wanted a sister, ya know?”

“Yeah, we’re totes twinsies now!” Ashley smiled, pulling hre duplicate into a very squishy hug. “Just like Jenni n’ Jessi!”

“But, like, Jenni an’ me totally aren’t twins or whatev’,” Samus protested. It was a good thing that Jenni was fashionably late as always, as she probably would have protested that one.

The whole reason she’d gotten her lips done so big last month was so she could stand out as a model again, not be the cookie cutter bimbos that her friends had all turned themselves into. How else was a unique beauty like Jessi Hale supposed to stand out if everyone she knew looked just like her? Ugh, could this possibly get any worse? Her question was answered by some very high pitched gasping as Ashley looked over Samus’ shoulder.

“Hey girls!” Came the familiar voice of Jenni, spelling imminent doom for Samus. “Love the hair! Ooh, and the dress!”

“Oh-em-gee, those lips are so sexy!” Krissi swooned, while Samus felt a cold pit form in her stomach.

“I know, right?” Jenni gave a big, puffy-lipped smile as Samus turned in horror to see that not only was she also wearing the same dress as Samus and the others, but she was now the proud owner of Samus’s trademarked perfect, mega plump lips. “I was thinkin’ about how super sexy Jessi is, and I like, so had to get them.”

“Totally the right call!” Krissi applauded her. “Like, you and Jessi are so cute when you’re being twins! That’s like, why I wanted to do that with Ashley!”

But we aren’t! Samus desperately wanted to cry. We, like, aren’t the same at all! Damn it Jenni, stop being such a good friend! People started to act like this because they were so in tune all of the time, and Jenni insisted on copying her!

“Those are super adorbs, Jenni.” Daisy chipped in. “I was thinking, wouldn’t it be super great if, like, I got them too? I bet Mikey would totally love that - most guys do.”

“Oh-em-gee, I was thinking that too!” Ashley exclaimed. “Every time I do my lips it’s, like, super comfy and good for BJs.”

“Oh my gawd, me three! Let’s all have them done together!” Krissi giggled, as Samus sunk into the depths of despair.

“Omigawd, that is, like, the best idea ever!” Jenni cheered as the group broke out into a fit of giggles. “I’ll like, pay for it an’ everything!”

“How the hell did we all end up in like, the same super cute dress today!?” Samus moaned, and her adorably whiny tone was completely misinterpreted.

“Omigawd, I know, right?” Jenni squealed. “God, we are all like, super sexy sisters today! We have got to get a photo!”

Samus didn’t even have time to progress before the four were squished together for a round of selfies and photos taken by Cassie, who’s apology for being late was cut off by bursting out into laughter at the near-identically dressed and spliced tiny blondes pressed breast-to-breasts trying to fit the five of them and their assets into the frame of a selfie. The girls were having the time of their lives when they saw the photos taken by themselves and by Cassie, complimenting each other on their mutual sexiness, while Samus was managing to shrink inward despite already being barely over five feet tall.

Okay, Samus told herself, taking a deep breath as she was already considering what was left to do with her heavily spliced body to get ahead of the competition. At least now that everybody was here, things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Wow, fancy meeting you here, Miss Hale!” Came a familiar friendly voice. Samus cast her gaze upwards, pushing her obstructively long bangs out of her eyes, to see her sexy reflection waving at her from the entrance, her arm wrapped around the good doctor who had overseen all of her splices thus far. Somehow, someway, fate had conspired to not only have them come here for their day out, but also that she was wearing the exact same godforsaken dress! Samus was starting to feel like she was actually in an elaborate nightmare, where instead of the fear of being in her underwear in front of a drill instructor at the military academy now it was her fear of not standing out in the modelling crowd due to her copycats being put on parade.

“Wow, you’re so cute! Love the dress!” Jenni gasped, catching on immediately to Samus’ chagrin. “You’re from, like, the clinic Jessi goes to, right? We were just taking selfies since we all have like, such great taste in dresses today, wanna join in?”

“Oh, no, I could never…” Dolly laughed and waved her talon-like nail-tipped hand, humble as ever, and thus taken off guard when Samus finally snapped like a twig and rushed up to her, Dolly blushing as Samus practically hugged her.

“Dolly! Book me in for Friday!” Samus pleaded, desperate to scramble her DNA in whatever way would make her stand out from her friends...

---

The girls were gathered in Samus’s huge penthouse for a cozy girls’ night in to watch the premiere of the latest season of their favorite show, Harem Hotel. Jenni may have had a whole mansion for them to hang out and party in compared to Jessi Hale’s comparatively small apartment, but Samus had just had some more remodeling done and she wanted to show off a bit.

It felt especially right to be here tonight since everyone knew Jessi Hale loved Harem Hotel. The enormous pink hot tub she’d had installed in her bathroom was a perfect match for the one on the show that Brandi W, Brandi J, and Brandi B had their famous catfight in back in Season 6. Samus had lost track of the number of boys who had fucked her six ways to Sunday in there. The stripper pole on the leopard print platform she added to her all pink living room was an exact match for the Ceremonial Stripper Pole all the Harem Hotties had to use to give the Harem Hunk their introductory lap dance during the first contest of every season. Not only was it sexy as hell and proof of her unique personality, but it was a great way to stay in shape and keep boys happy when she brought them home.

Now that so many bitches on Zathor-4 were stealing Jessi Hale’s perfect looks, boys were getting a bit pickier about what blonde babe they went home with. It wasn’t enough to suck a guy off in a club bathroom and then grind on him for an hour before he’d come home and fuck your brains out anymore. Some of them usually wanted a full strip show routine before they’d give Jessi the dicking she craved, so this was a good investment to remind everyone else that she was still the hottest piece of ass on the colony.

Samus did her best to follow along to the new episode of the greatest show in the galaxy, but her mostly atrophied brain was having a hard time keeping up. All the girls this year looked the same. They weren’t quite as sexy and curvy as Samus and her besties, but they were close; all a bunch of short curvy blondes with super long hair, and curves that would’ve made Samus jealous three upgrades ago. The fact that all 26 girls were named Candy made it even harder to tell them apart since some of the letters of their last names looked so similar to Samus’s lazy brain. Candy N and Candy M weren’t the same girl? How the hell was that fair?

At this point, Samus was frustrated to say, the group of them save for Cassie weren’t much better. The group’s enthusiasm had been like a virus that ate away at their individuality, as once they had their lips done, Daisy thought that it would be a totally great idea if she took the plunge and became as short as Jessi and Jenni, which Krissi and Ashley thought sounded super cute and joined in on. After being roped into a group hair appointment, all five girls ended up with equally massive blonde hair that was currently being let flow freely, removing Samus’ last hope of telling the group apart. No matter how she looked at it, the group were now all totally indistinguishable to the naked eye save for their pajamas.

“Okay, this is just silly.” Daisy laughed at the totally identical cast, distinguishable only by hairstyle and habits, and even then, given Harem Hotel’s standards, even those were a blur. “They all look exactly the same!”

“That’s super fun though!” Krissi giggled. “It’s, like, a whole family of Candys!”

“Those girls’re really brave though!” Ashley said, looking strangely impressed. “They’re all like, equally pretty! I don’t know what I’d do if I were them!”

“Well, if all of us besides Cassie got picked for the next season of Six in the Barrel, we’d totes get to find out.” Jenni giggled. “‘Cuz we’re, like, one super sexy family!”

The girls all laughed besides Cassie who seemed to have some kind of concern with what she had said, and Samus, who was glum as always when reminded of the fact that even if she tried to get ahead, Jenni insisted on copying her, and then the rest of the girls copied them, and then they were all back to where they started.

“Actually, girls, I was wondering…” Cassie started hesitantly. She had been waiting a while to pop the question, and still seemed to worry about the reaction she’d get. “Are you all, like… okay being like this? I mean, you’re pretty similar and all, so…”

“We aren’t ‘pretty similar’, Cass.” Daisy giggled. “You think we didn’t notice or something?”

“Yeah, you don’t have to like, be nervous just ‘cause you don’t wanna splice yourself!” Krissi laughed off Cassie’s apparent worries along with the others, Samus joining in to show her support for her friend. Cassie had always been apprehensive about splicing and reluctant to change herself, which Samus totally didn’t get, but Cassie was totally hot as she was so it didn’t matter, and it was her decision.

“So it doesn’t bother you that you all look the same?” Cassie said, and although she realised that she had put it too bluntly, her friends didn’t seem to mind.

“Everybody being super hot isn’t a bad thing.” Ashley pointed out. “I liked everybody else’s splices so I, like, wanted my own.”

“Jessi and I are like, always inspiring each other.” Jenni said enthusiastically as Samus held back her protests of originality. “She’s like, totally my muse.”

“If everybody’s trying to be as hot as each other, this was like, always going to happen.” Krissi said philosophically.

“You don’t think it’s harder to compete for guys or anything?” Cassie asked, her inquisitive nature getting the better of her now that the topic was on the table. “Look at Harem Hotel, I, like, don’t know what they’re all gonna do to get the Harem Hunk.”

“That’s what’ll make this season interesting!” Daisy said enthusiastically. “Eliza won last season because she kept splicing herself until she was the hottest, but now everybody is the hottest! Nobody gets to complain that they’re too tall or their tits aren’t big enough, guys have to stop being superficial and pick on personality!”

“That sounds super romantic…” Ashley sighed, always the most invested in the actual relationships out of the group.

Samus did her best not to scoff. Romance was totally made up as far as she could tell. Guys only wanted one thing and if you didn’t do what they asked they’d keep their yummy cocks to themselves and leave a girl sad and horny. She didn’t know how Cassie and her boyfriend worked considering she didn’t seem to have to learn to pole dance or splice herself hotter to keep him interested. Either he was one in a gajillion or Cassie must’ve been some kind of secret super sexy sex master of sex.

Samus didn’t want to say any of that though. Jessi Hale was supposed to be fun and hot and happy, so it was weird when her brain kept making her unhappy. Instead she moved to defend her favorite girl from last season.

“But, like, didn’t Eliza totally know what she was doing when she won?” Samus asked, twirling a lock of her ultra long hair around a dainty finger. “She’s still married to Chad a whole, like, 6 months later! That’s totes almost a record, ya know?”

“Yeah, but didn’t she have to get spliced every month since the show ended to keep him from divorcing her?” Daisy sensibly interjected.

It had been all over the tabloids for weeks, which took a certain pleasure in tracking the newly married Eliza Stone as she spliced herself more and more to keep her new husband happy. It had been less than a year since the curvy blonde won the contest and married the man of her dreams and she barely looked like she did when the show aired anymore.

“Yeah, but, like, if a boy asked you to make your titties bigger, you’d totally do it too,” Samus countered indignantly.

“Maybe,” Daisy shifted a bit in her seat, looking pensive. Or as pensive as a woman as doll-like as any of them could look. “But I’d have to want the bigger tits too. Just like with my hair. I wanted to match my friends because I like you all, not just because Mikey likes blondes.”

“Totally,” Ashley nodded in agreement. “Besides, it’s, like, super duper romantic that Donnie can always pick me out when we’re all together. It’s like he can totally see into my soul or whatever.”

“Fer sure!” Krissi giggled in excitement. “Plus, like, if a guy likes the comic stuff I like, I don’t gotta worry about him getting distracted by some dumb fake geek girl who’s prettier than me, cuz like we’re all the same and stuff.”

“Like, that totally makes sense,” Jenni nodded like this was some profound revelation. “Like, tons of the guys I used to hook up with at parties were, like ‘trying to have some variety’ or whatever. So if we’re all the same super hottie, guys will totally stop fucking me just cuz I’m a hot blonde?”

“Like, that’s the hope,” Daisy smiled at her richer, dumber doppelganger. “When guys stop looking at our super hot surfaces they can totally see our even more hot insides and then we can all fall in love with guys we deserve.”

Samus didn’t like the sound of that at all.

Her outside was totally the hottest and best thing about her! She’d worked super hard to make her outside super hot and sexy and fuckable for the past two years, but now her friends thought that the inside was what mattered? How was that fair?! It totally felt like they were cheating just because Samus was so sexy and good at getting guys to fuck her that they needed to change the rules partway through the game. Having something besides being sexy and hot… Well, obviously if they had that, she had it too.

Wait... did she? Samus was forced into a rare moment of self-contemplation. Cassie was as social as it got and sometimes seemed like she knew everybody, Daisy had her inner movie critic, Jenni was rich, and so on. These were all things that could coincide with but didn’t have much to do with being fuckable. Now that they were all supposedly on flat ground, these interests, these gimmicks as Samus found she preferred to call them, were supposed to make them stand out. This left Samus, with her knowledge of celebrities, makeup, fashion, gossip, and sex, realising that all of her friends were also on her level with those things. What did she have to stand out? Was there anything to Jessi Hale besides being fuckable? Was this a problem? Was she, despite all of her effort put into presentation, boring?

On the verge of self-realisation, the rusty gears in Samus’ head turned, forcing themselves backwards away from coming face to face with the problem. Finally, Samus found an out. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a gimmick. It was that she was so sexy she didn’t need a gimmick. The original was always the best. Why else was everybody else copying her? Imitations of the original needed to add some extra spice to stand out. Liking movies or comic books or long walks on the beach or whatever. Samus was so damn sexy that anybody who spoke to her would understand it immediately. They would know everything they needed to and everything they could know about Samus based on pure face value!

That was her secret weapon, Samus smirked, content that she had figured it out. She shouldn’t be putting her precious brainpower into silly things like weird hobbies or trying to pander to guys’s brains instead of their cocks. What she should be thinking about was how to make herself even more fuckable and get ahead of the curve before all the other sluts copied her again! She’d have to remember to make another appointment at the clinic...

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Samus was in heaven as she felt her latest boy toy’s cock twitch and throb in her mouth, sending another mini orgasm straight to the pleasure center of her brain. Getting her lips done like this was the smartest thing she’d ever done. The second a guy shoved her on her knees and slipped between her lips, Samus was pretty much guaranteed to cum right then and there and spend the rest of the blowjob blissed out of her mind. It had gotten to the point that she was trying to drag them out to last longer or see if she could convince guys to let her suck them off again since it all felt so good.

“You love the taste of my fat cock, don’t you slut?” the guy grinned down at her as the tiny blonde bobbed up and down on his rock hard shaft.

...Really, the only downside about turning herself into a living blowjob machine was that as much as cocks felt amazing, they really didn’t taste that good. Sweaty and kinda salty even at the best of times, they weren’t really her cup of tea. But then again, Samus didn’t do it because she liked the taste, she did it because men liked it and it made her feel good.

It was a shame she couldn’t make dicks and cum taste as good as they felt. If they did, she’d probably become some kind of sex addict.

Her latest conquest came with a groan, pulling Samus’s head against his abdomen as he shot a huge, sticky load down her throat before letting the model come up for air. The softening dick came out of her mouth with a wet, lewd pop that left a pleasant set of tingles lingering on her pillowy lips.

The curvy cutie smacked her lips in distaste a bit as her latest beau left her in the bathroom of the club without a word, leaving her to think. The weird distaste she felt seeing another man leave was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Cleary, she needed another upgrade.

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Dolly and Doctor Johnson were both shocked by Jessi Hale’s request for a splicing treatment to alter her taste buds, doubly so when they heard what she wanted her new tongue to register as tasting good. But the good doctor was never one to turn down good money that a rich woman was willing to spend, so he followed her request to the letter.

Samus was briefly put off when Dolly told her only the most experienced of porn stars got their tongues altered like this, but it wasn’t her fault that porn stars were such geniuses when it came to gene splicing ideas. They were probably the only people in the galaxy who spent more time with dicks in their mouths than Jessi Hale and none of them had lips as sexy as hers anyway.

Besides, considering all the dicks she was sucking at her agency to try getting ahead, she might as well make things a little easier for her to stomach. The modeling world was more cut throat than she thought, considering she’d slept with almost every executive in her agency and still wasn’t a famous model. Clearly, she’d need to redouble her efforts to get ahead by giving head at work, so she might as well make every man in her life as yummy as could be.

She knew just the perfect person to test her latest upgrade on too.

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“Excuse me! You’re Jessi Hale, right?”

Samus was stopped on her way to see her manager, turning around and nearly knocking out a young man with her boobs. He deftly stepped out of the way, giving an appreciative look at her, although it seemed less lustful and more appraising. Samus was wearing a skimpy tube top and a miniskirt today, allowing him to have a good look at her mostly uncovered body.

“Wow, you’re as good as I heard!” He said, looking Samus over from top to bottom. “You’ve got perfect proportions, and the lips! You’re ready to go, just like they said.”

“Uh, excuse me?” Samus said, putting one hand on her hip. Who was this eager young man? She knew pretty much every agent, manager, and executive in the building, having slept with most of them by now, and he wasn’t on the list. “Like, who’re you? I’ve got a shoot in an hour so I’m like, totally in a hurry…”

“No need to worry, I’m here to see you on business. In fact, I was hoping to make you a job offer.” The man explained. “Here at Twin Moons we’re always on the lookout for new talent. We received a tip that you were just the woman for the job, and were looking for more lucrative employment.”

“Twin Moons...” Samus had heard that name before, and it didn’t take long to click. “You mean the porn guys?”

“We prefer adult video, but yes.” He said, looking completely unashamed. “I’m glad you know us, although most people do. We’ve worked with your agency before, anyway.”

“So? What do you want?” Samus already had a good idea, but wanted him to be the one to say it.

“We’re looking for up and coming stars who stand out from the crowd, and we think you’re that star, Miss Hale.” He said boldly and smoothly. “We have it on good authority that you have what it takes to be the best, and that you want to be the best.”

“Yeah, at modelling.” Samus pointed out. “I didn’t like, ever tell anybody I wanted to do pornos.”

“Really? That wasn’t the impression I was given.” The agent seemed a little surprised, but seemed to interpret Samus’ words to mean that she simply hadn’t outright told anybody yet. “Still, we think that it’s a waste of your talents to be stuck here, yet to break out. Based on what I heard, we could make you a household name in no time! And trust me, I’m not just saying that to flatter you.”

“Sorry, but, like, I don’t wanna do porn. I’m only interested in modelling, and not, like, adult modelling either!” Samus said firmly and resolutely, immediately shutting him down.

“Well, why not?” He seemed genuinely confused. “I’ve been told that you’re the best, and you’ve got all of these splices. Why wouldn’t you want to consider this as a career?”

“Probably ‘cause I’m too classy for it. I don’t wanna, like, debase myself.” Samus giggled, astounding the man and anybody within earshot. “Yeah, everybody knows a porn star or two, but like, that’s just horny guys! Sure, my career is a little slow right now, but I’m totally gonna be on everybody’s minds soon! And I don’t wanna settle for second best, so, sorry!”

“This has never happened before…” The man muttered, looking baffled by her response. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”

“Totally. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Samus turned on her heel and strutted away, leaving a dazed and confused agent in her wake.

She had really just dodged a bullet, Samus told herself with a smile. Little did this poor man know, last week she’d put her new tongue upgrade to use and fucked Jackson Stone, the biggest guy in the company, and asked him for a few favours! He was supposed to be a miracle manager, a man who could see the true talents of any model he worked with, and his influence could surely give her the lucky break she needed. After giving him the best sex of his life, he had assured her that he’d take a look at her case and make some recommendation to some people who could use a woman like her, and she had made sure to give him the best blowjob of his life to make sure he kept his promise. She just had to wait for him to deliver! Honestly, she didn’t know who had tried to get this porno agency to poach her, it must have been one of her rivals looking down on her and trying to get her out of the way. Well, no matter how many times they tried, the answer was always going to be no!

The man eventually straightened himself up, and headed for the elevator to take himself straight to one of the agency’s board members, Jackson Stone. Within moments he was in his office, where the old man had been expecting him.

“I met Jessica Hale.” He told the experienced former agent who had grown to be one of the cornerstones of the agency, who seemed pleased and missed his downcast expression at first.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” He gleamed. “I’m never wrong, she’s born for the job, I should have sent her to you as soon as she showed up at the agency. With the way she is in the sack, in a few months she’ll be on everybody’s minds and-”

“She turned me down.” He said glumly, stopping Stone in his tracks.

“She what? Did you tell her what I told you to say?”

“I did, and she wasn’t interested.” The agent continued to stun Stone. “Said she wasn’t interested in porn at all. I guess you were wrong for once.”

“I’m just as surprised as you, she seemed like she was getting ready for it!” He said, slumping into his chair. “She kept telling me about the splices she got, and let me tell you she was unbeatable in bed. Normally when they get those sort of splices, it’s because they’re about to go into the business! She seemed like such an ambitious girl too, she really wanted her career to get ahead. Sure, she’s the dimmest model I’ve ever seen, but she was more genuine than most of the women who try to get into my pants for cheap favours. And trust me, I’ve been with a lot! It was almost like… she was at her wit’s end, really thought this was the only way to get me to listen to her, so I thought I’d help her out.”

“You must’ve misread her.” The agent said, wondering how this obvious slut of a woman had turned away from her seemingly predestined path in life. “She walks, talks, and fucks like a porn star, but she doesn’t want to be one. I’ve never seen anybody like her!”

“I guess so. What a waste. She could have been a household name!” Stone sighed. He had really wanted to do something good for her, he knew talent and enthusiasm when he saw it, but she was never going to make it any bigger as a model, she simply wasn’t cut out for it. “What a waste…”