Her heart racing as she sprinted through the run-down facility, Samus checked her map as she slid through a gap and just out of the reach of the pursuing EMMI’s claws, eager to ensnare the bounty hunter away knowing that she lacked any weapons that could penetrate its metallic shell. Samus looked at her possible routes forward, her map data only extending as far as a simple drop through a service shaft that was her only potential escape. She emerged from under the platform where she had gained a precious moment of safety, only for the EMMI to drop down from above and cut her off, the shaft just behind it.

She nearly swore as the EMMI cornered her, Samus gritting her teeth as she realised there was no other choice than to simply try to outmanoeuvre it.

“Accept your helplessness… Easy for you to say.” Samus sardonically grumbled at her AI assistant’s words as every instinct in her body told her to open fire on the EMMI, even though she knew she couldn’t so much as scratch it before it had torn her to pieces. It looked like another close shave was the best she could hope for. Samus made a leap for freedom, hoping to dive elegantly over it, only to be snatched out of the air and slammed into the ground, nearly having the wind pushed out of her as she grunted in pain. But before she even had time to recover the EMMI was quite literally upon her, pressing her down against the stark grey floor of the abandoned facility, close enough for her to see its camera focusing on her vulnerable neck where the plates were thinnest.

Samus felt beads of sweat fall down her forehead as the EMMI revealed a particularly nasty looking sharpened cylinder, not quite a knife, but almost resembling a syringe, although one that Samus was sure would be driven clean through her rather than just into her. She outright swore as it pressed her arms down with its claws, her heart skipping a beat as it thrust the so-called syringe into her, penetrating the plate and… the sharp, burning, tearing pain Samus expected never came, as she instead felt more of a thin stabbing sensation just below her collarbone. Had her perception of it as a syringe been right for the brief moment she had seen it? It lingered long enough that it might have injected her with something, but by now Samus had been given enough time to figure a way out of her seemingly helpless situation.

“Get… off!” Samus snarled as she pushed against its metallic groin as hard as she could with her boot, applying all of the force of her assisted jump directly against what she estimated was the easiest point to shift it, weakening its grip on her enough for her to shove it off of her and roll out. In addition Samus had noticed a structural weakness in the roof when she had been staring upwards, and gritting her teeth, Samus took advantage of the EMMI’s temporarily dazed state to fire a volley of missiles into the roof, collapsing the worn down passageway behind her and fell down the shaft before any of the rubble could pin her down. She watched the dot that represented the EMMI on her radar stop in its tracks, unable to follow her directly as it usually would. She hit the ground with a thud, her legs already in motion as she wasted none of the precious time she had gained, unable to take even a moment to catch her breath. The EMMI would have to take a path around, and although she swiftly left its radar and felt that she had a substantial lead, the mechanical monster would doggedly pursue her to the ends of its allocated zone with no such need for rest.

“I can’t believe I have to deal with seven of these things.” Samus complained to the air, feeling like she had lost years off her life just from this encounter. “Computer, run a medical scan and tell me what the hell that thing just did to me. Ah, ADAM’s going to give me hell about this.”

That had been close, too close, Samus thought, biting her lip in frustration at how she had allowed herself to be caught in the first place, something that Adam would surely chew her out for if she made it to a network station in one piece. She could already hear his passive aggressive reminder to accept her helplessness, rather than dance with death by performing risky stunts like that.

“I don’t like this.” Samus decided, something having been bugging her despite her supposed good fortune. “Why would that thing not just kill me? Does it want to capture me instead?”

By all means she should be dead or severely injured now, but instead she had gotten away with no more than a pinprick. It seemed too convenient, given that it had targeted a weak point in her armour and was more than powerful enough to penetrate it in general. The tool it had used most resembled a syringe at its tip, from the brief glimpse Samus had gotten, and the strange, uncomfortable feeling she was getting from the spot where she had been pricked was starting to worry her. It felt like no mere scratch or even just the leftover sting of a needle, and to make matters worse, her suit seemed to be having difficulty analysing.

Samus’ mind turned to the worst. A poison, or some virus, perhaps? Some sort of chemical designed to render her helpless and easy to capture would make sense, given that the EMMI seemingly didn’t want to kill her then and there. But whatever it was eluded her suit’s database, and merely spat warnings at her as she quickly began to mentally reroute from her initial destination. There was no time to explore deeper or let her suit’s medical capabilities handle it, it would be safest to make her way back to a network station and seek ADAM’s advice through whatever data she could sent to her ship. After all, her suit was designed to keep her alive during a battle, but only long enough to make it to a real medical facility, and was no replacement for a proper hospital.

Samus’ bad feeling was well-founded, as she began to feel very strange the further she ran. Her suit was starting to feel almost heavy, far from the weightless, powerful sensation that she normally felt while wearing it. Her arms and legs felt like they had weights strapped to them, and she went from a nimble sprint to more of a plodding jog, Samus grunting from the exertion it required just to move. It was less like she was wearing an exoskeleton that made her many times stronger and more like she was wearing a heavy and burdensome hunk of metal that needed to be fought against, and it was only her trained sense of calm that stopped her from panicking then and there.

“Definitely some sort of paralysing agent.” Samus decided, rationalising the unknown with something more tangible, something she knew she had solutions for. “If I make it to a safe zone, I can wait it out, or try a stimulant… No big deal. Just have to get through for now.”

Although she had given herself a rational explanation for her decreasing strength, although she still wasn’t able to rationalise the other sensations from her body. She felt almost… light? As if the suit was heavy but her body within was increasingly weightless, and it was this weightlessness that was pushing against her suit and lacked the force required to make it move exactly how she wanted. Then, there was a squeak. Samus paused. She moved her head again. There was that squeak, like rubber scraping against a surface. She couldn’t feel her hair anymore, she almost subconsciously realised. Instead it was like there was something in her helmet with her, and that didn’t have enough space to not press against the back of her helmet. Samus tried to come up with an explanation for that, but simply left herself dumbfounded and tried to ignore it.

 Samus approached a door, but when she went to pull the trigger of her arm cannon, nothing happened. Samus froze, staring blankly at her arm for a moment. The act of firing had been so easy, so mindless, such a natural extension of herself while she was wearing her power suit that the idea that she had somehow fumbled it was unthinkable. She tried again, and this time with the most powerful squeeze she could that produced what almost sounded like a muffled squeak, she managed to fire off a single burst and open the yellow door, stumbling through it in her heavy, heavy armour.

“Well, it’s not like I could damage those things anyway. Maybe next time I see it I’ll tell it not to waste its time and just go for the kill.” Samus laughed awkwardly, thankful that this zone was mostly sterile save for her robotic foe.

Samus started to become seriously concerned, her hand feeling extremely odd, like all of her fingers were crammed together into one tight glove. She could barely move her thumb, and bizarrely, it almost felt like her fingers were squashing against the firing mechanism inside her cannon. She couldn’t even feel a cold sweat running down her forehead, nor any sweat in general, and her sense of urgency increased as she slowed from a gentle jog down to outright walking. No part of her felt right, as she began to almost press against the insides of her armour, producing a baffling rubbery squeak as she forced herself to move. Her chest began to feel compressed against the inside of her breastplate, squished against it in an unnatural way that felt unlike anything she had felt before as a modestly busty woman. Her face felt especially strange, her creased brow having by now smoothed out, and she could no longer feel her eyebrows move, or her forehead wrinkle, nor could she feel her teeth grit, her lips curl, or her jaw move even as she felt like screaming.

“What the hell is going on?” Samus finally gasped, unable to feel her mouth move even as fully formed words came out. “What did it do to me?”

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Eventually, inevitably, Samus’ strength completely failed her, and she slumped against a nearby wall, propped upright without even the dignity of collapsing.

“Come on, move. Move!” Samus begged her suit, or perhaps herself, rapidly losing her cool as she knew that she had no time to spare.

Samus squished against her metallic sleeves, begging her body to follow its orders to move. Bizarrely, it felt like her body did obey her commands, able to feel herself moving around inside of the suit, but without the force necessary to move it. She checked her suit’s AI to see if there was anything she could do to make the suit easier to move, but ultimately, it could only be manipulated under her own power.  Knowing that the EMMI wasn’t far behind, Samus was forced to make a difficult choice,

“Point 23-B. That’s where I am right now. The next network station should be… 25-E.” Samus repeated out loud, studying her map intently. “This isn’t too far, I can come back. The air down further should be breathable, and there isn’t much local wildlife. There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to make it the rest of the way on foot… Agh, damn it!”

 Knowing that the EMMI wasn’t far behind, Samus was forced to make a difficult choice, and reluctantly disengaged her armour, a thankfully effortless action that took no effort from her as each part of her suit popped open with a hiss, then fell to the ground in an undignified heap of body parts. She lacked even the strength to lift her helmet, and had to awkwardly bend over with a squeak of rubber on rubber, letting the helmet fall off with the help of gravity.

But what emerged from her metal shell wasn’t a feeble but otherwise normal woman, but a wobbling plastic flesh-coloured figure that awkwardly stepped forward, nearly floating as she hopped out of the pile beneath her. Samus was shocked that her zero suit was gone, a victim of whatever process had changed her, but it was by far the least of her concerns.  Samus was lucky that her mouth already formed a large natural O, as her inexpressive and blank face otherwise couldn’t match the surprise and horror she felt as she stared down at shiny, plastic tubes in the shape of human arms with mitten-like hands at the end, all fingers merged together into one simple shape with a simplified stubby thumb that was clearly incapable of acting as more than decoration. She could see seam lines running down the middle of her arms with a visible indent and crease, as if she had been cheaply put together, stitched at the shoulders. It was an exaggeratedly feminine shape, required to be such with such a loose approximation of the human body.

Perhaps even worse was what had happened to her chest: two perfectly spherical mounds were attached to her chest with their own seamlines, two half-sphere cups crudely resembling breasts almost as big as her head standing taut, and when she cupped them in horror, pressed inward slightly before returning to their natural, or perhaps unnatural, perfectly round state. Right in the centre of both were large plastic nipples made of a harder material than the rest of her, with large areolae tipped with perfectly cylindrical nipples. Much like the rest of her new body it was a cheap, ugly imitation of a human body, Samus less of a woman and more of a rough approximation of one used by one in lieu of a real woman and with no dignity to spare. Deep down, she could almost feel a deep eroticism from her body, more than she had ever felt seeing her natural body despite its beauty.

“I look like a… like a sex doll!” Samus’ words tumbled out of her forced-open mouth, her situation utterly surreal. “That bastard, I’m going kill it! I’m going to… Oh god…”



Samus’ horror snuffed out the flames of her anger, the reality of how she was supposed to do anything truly kicking in when her hands found a gaping hole in her groin and she was no longer comparing herself to a sex doll, she was a sex doll.

The seams continued down the sides of her body, Samus now separated by the torso, shoulders, and hips, each part clearly a separate part of plastic from a mould that had been fused together with little regard for craftsmanship or seamlessness, and even before Samus helplessly pushed into her plastic skin with her useless hands she knew that she must have been filled with nothing but air, which explained her incredible weightlessness and powerlessness. It only made sense that as something with nothing but air inside her, she would lack the strength to move her power suit, even if she could make simple and free movements when exposed to the air. Her feet had suffered a similar fate to her hands, but at least those simple shapes were enough to keep her balanced even as she stumbled awkwardly forward, her mind unable to come to terms with the humiliating transformation she had suffered.

She could see a large puffy ring where her mouth should have been, but was otherwise spared from knowing what her head looked like, save for the fact that her neck’s range of movement was quite limited now.

“...get out of here.” Samus mumbled. Escape, she had to escape, Samus thought feverishly as she took simple and floaty steps forward, a tiny glimmer of hope knowing that she could at least move. If she could move, she could escape, and if she could escape, there was hope to fix whatever had happened to her. If her pursuer had been given Chozo technology that could transform a flesh and blood human into what could only be described as a cheap sex doll, then surely they could change her back, right?

“Will I need my suit? I should have kept it on and… no, it’s too late now, but I’m sure I can find a medical bay, or a station, or...” Samus looked down at what was now a glorified pile of scrap metal. “This has to be some kind of Chozo tech, maybe some nanobots, or… no, I can fix this, even without my suit, I can… I have to… I can’t stay like this!”

Samus ran awkwardly, barely able to remember the directions on her map as she desperately hoped she couldn’t hear the metallic clanking of an approaching Emmi in the distance. She tried to take each step as a step towards safety, even if she was no longer capable of a fully natural range of motion, but instead more of an awkward contortion of limbs that resembled it and achieved forward motion. She carefully dropped from a ledge, floating gently to the ground as she grimly told herself that at least she wouldn’t have to worry about gravity. She moved more cautiously on the new floor, suddenly terrified of all sharp corners and jagged bits of metal she could see. The sudden threat of a puncture seemed very real to her, although she seemed to be at least made of a sturdy material. Her fear made her move even slower as she carefully avoided any potential threats to her new form, and she made the motion of a heavy sigh of relief once she had cleared the danger zone and dropped down onto a safer floor. She made constant squeaking sounds as her body rubbed against other parts of itself, but Samus was long past caring about any noise she was making, only that she was gaining distance on her pursuer.

In a spot where a water pipe had burst, Samus finally got a look at her reflection, and didn’t know if it was better or worse that she was no longer capable of emoting as she stared in abject horror at what she had become. Her head lacked even the dignity of a real human shape, being more of an oval with a slightly pinched neck and large, simplified plastic representations of the side of her hair hanging down, also inflated and simply painted yellow plastic. She a large O-shaped ring hanging open that represented lips begging her would-be owner to insert his cock and put her to good use, and although she at least had a nose, her eyes, eyebrows, and bangs were simply a flat painted image, with a balloon-like ponytail dangling as a separate piece from the back of her head. She had a blank, vacant expression that she could no longer make eye contact with, but when she tried to lower them, she instead came to fixate on her lower lips, a large, gaping round hole destined to be used to fulfil her duty as a sex doll. She could practically see the crevice inside of the puffy ring, designed to offer cheap pleasure to whoever used her.

Deep inside of her, perhaps caused by her transformation, she almost felt excited at the prospect. There could be no living as a bounty hunter or even a woman after this, the reality of her situation hitting Samus. Her puffy hole started to grow warm as she thought about it, the idea of being lifted easily into the air by a man, being filled, being used as an object, and then discarded until he felt like it again. Was that not the purpose of a sex doll? Eventually Samus could look no longer and got moving again, dreading the next time she would have to see this humiliating form, but as much as she was ashamed to admit it, almost looking forward to it.

Samus continued for several agonising minutes before she began to hear a terrifying clicking and beeping in the distance, and if she still had a heart it would have started beating out of her chest as she began to run recklessly forward, accelerating to a floaty sprint that required her feet to touch the ground only a couple of times a second with each bounding leap. Samus tried to move faster, fast enough to stop the sound from growing louder, throwing caution to the wind as  she came to a ledge she had to climb, realising that she no longer had the strength to perform an incredible leap like she normally could, and would have to clamber up a simple chest-high ledge to progress regardless of her fear of puncturing. Samus hopped up as high as she could and grabbed onto the ledge, trying to pull herself up past her ridiculous breasts as they pressed flat against the metal, her belly squeaking loudly as it too was dragged upwards.

However, as her belly scraped against the ledge and was pulled upward, there was a pop as something caught on it, and Samus began to notice a hiss and another strange feeling coming from her navel. Unable to see past her breasts Samus got moving again, but began to feel even more awkward than usual, and placed her hand over the source of the hissing only to realise with horror that, as she had expected but desperately hoped wouldn’t be the case, air was escaping through a valve placed where her belly button once was. Still on the move with the Emmi rapidly gaining on her, Samus desperately tried to force it closed, her mitten-hands hopelessly inadequate for pinching the cap, instead being forced to push against her belly, hoping to line up the cap and seal herself with brute force, but it was impossible for her to get it to line up properly, and with each desperate push she felt her belly give a little more. She saw the exit to the EMMI zone at the end of the hallway, and prayed that she would last long enough to at least make it that far.

“Just a little further! Then I’ll, I’ll… I’ll figure something out!” Samus huffed, trying to keep her balance despite feeling less full, less complete by the moment. But even if she escaped, then what? She would be out of the EMMI’s zone, but the image of herself as a crumbled, deflated sex doll lying alone in a facility where nobody could help her was perhaps even more terrifying than being captured by the very being that had done this to her.

The air that kept her inflated continued to slowly but surely escape her body, and eventually Samus felt her hands become less taught, her feet starting to squish into the floor rather than bounce against them, lacking the air to maintain her taut shape.

“Get in, get in!” Samus begged the cap, finally trying to cover it with her hand, finding that her fingers simply folded inwards, the tips of her body being the first to lose their form. Her balloon of a ponytail also lost its shape, flopping against the back of her head while her run turned into more of a shamble, quickly losing her ability to form articulate motions.

 Her hands began to crumple and she finally tripped, tumbling gently to her knees which folded up upon contact with the ground, Samus now lacking the air to even stand up. She tried to pull her crumpled body forward as the Emmi grew louder, thankfully turning to explore the opposite direction first and buying her a little extra time as she looked desperately at the exit just a few dozen metres away from her.  She tried to bring herself up onto her knees, only for her knees to flatten against the ground as well, and so she was left with her soft, round ass to prop herself up while she watched her legs turn totally flat.

She watched horrified as her hands flattened, her arms falling limply to the floor as she futilely tried to lift them, only to get not so much as a wriggle out of them. Her tremendous breasts began to crease and deflate, flopping inward as Samus felt even her ass start to give way, her breasts turning concave without any air to push themselves outward. The makeshift moulded abs of her belly were the last gasp , and finally  Samus simply collapsed inward, her attempts to keep herself upright causing her to let out the last of her air and fall into an undignified pile, limbs splayed out as her head laid face up, otherwise flattened out. The only parts that retained their shape were the hard plastic of her nipples and the soft but firm plastic of her holes.

“This can’t be happening!” Samus wheezed, finding herself still able to speak even as she lost the last vestiges of control over her body. Samus was fearless in the face of near-certain death normally, but the sheer powerlessness of her new body overwhelmed her. “It can’t be… No, no!”



Totally panicked and now completely inanimate, the EMMI turned Samus’ way as she broke her silence and set off its sound detectors.

“Help! Somebody!” Samus called hoarsely, desperately, even though she knew nobody could hear. “Somebody, anybody! Please help! Please!”

The terror of being totally helpless shook Samus to her core, and she could only watch and desperately try to compel her worthless body to try to move to no avail. There was no longer any point in pretending she was a woman, a bounty hunter, anything but an object to be used by anyone or anything that deemed her its owner.

“Get back! Get away!” Samus cried as the Emmi approached her, the accursed monster that had reduced her to this humiliating pile of plastic. Her pleas only reinforced the fact that it was her target, and it took its time slowly approaching her until it finally reached out with a robotic hand to simply scoop her up, taking the deflated torso of her body in its claw and dragging it away, Samus’ limp body sliding gently against the ground as she was taken away to an unknown fate, Samus’ cries dying in her crumpled throat as she finally, truly accepted her helplessness...