Days went by and no luck for the growing bounty hunter. She couldn’t escape and no one was coming to her rescue. Eventually she stopped trying to escape all together. If a moment presented itself to her obviously she’d take it, but for now she thought of her stay as a sort of vacation to a nice resort. She began looking forward to her next meal and even began making requests for extra snacks and a nice manicure between meals.
One week later, while she was eating, Samus was interrupted by a noise. “RRRRRRIIIIIIPPP!” The Angari soldier stepped back and made way for their leader. “Angel Samus, you have reached a great milestone!” While Ergon was excited, all Samus could think of was how embarrassing it was that she was one of the few people to actually rip a zero suit. “What mileshtone? gulp You mean the one where I prove to everyone what a disgusting pig I’ve become…” Ergon reaches over her growing belly and puts a finger to her lip. “Nonsense! You are finally shedding the clothing you came to us in! Your beauty as an angel is being fully realized! Don’t worry we understand being fed in the nude may be embarrassing, thus I’ve already sent some of my people to craft a beautiful angelic gown to drape your growing body.”
Five days of feeding and being prayed to went by and Samus was finally gifted her new robe. It was about time too as her zero suit was only a few scraps of cloth covering her flabby body. Two Angari soldiers removed the remnants of the zero suit and put the new gown on her. It was a beautiful pearl white gown with gold trim that fit very loosely on her body. She couldn’t help but love it. Whether that was because she had nothing else to wear or she genuinely admired it didn’t seam to matter to the obese blonde.
A week later Samus woke up to notice something strange. Her arms felt like they had some wiggle room. She began pulling and yanking until finally her hands were freed. “Yes yes yes! My hammy arms must have stretched the wood enough to finally escape!” She put her newly freed pudgy hands on the arm of the throne, and after multiple attempts and heaving she was finally on her feet too!
She waddled towards the door to maybe catch Ergon by surprise, until something caught her eye. In the corner of the room was a makeup station with a large mirror. A large mirror that reflected a very large woman. Any semblance of a lithe, strong bounty hunter was buried under a sea of fat. At this point Samus would bet she was even bigger than Diya was. The craziest part was she didn’t entirely hate what she saw! Her rear looked enormous and was soft to the touch, her belly extended a good way away and folded nicely, her enlarged breasts rested neatly on the aforementioned belly and when her sausage fingers touched her cute, fat, cherubic face she realized just how good she looked.
“Maybe being an angel wasn’t the worst thing ever,” she said as she continued to admire her form. Samus thought long and hard about if she really wanted to go back to the difficult life of being a bounty hunter. Hell, she wondered if she even wanted to escape to begin with. Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of marching what ever her decision was she’d have to make it now.
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