NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT MY OWN CONTENT. The original author is Lunapog [email: <lunapoggers@Writing.Com>
Portfolio: https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/v... ] All credit and tips go to HIM, NOT ME.
Anyways, enjoy his chapter!
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The strange bird creature soon flew off of the orange plated armor as it disappeared from Samus’s vision after its ascent over a nearby hill. After another resigned shrug from the bounty hunter, Samus stepped fully into the door, the odd security system stripping her of her power suit, leaving the space traveler clad in only her tight, form fitting, zero suit.
…….Tight was an understatement. Samus wore this zero suit for many reasons, it allowed her flexibility to go unrestrained upon being released from her suit, allowed her body to not scrape against any metal of her Varia Suit and granted her an extra layer of clothing to weather the storm of those more frigid planet’s weather. Samus was many things, and an idiot was not one of them, she was WELL aware of how her suit perfectly emphasized her curves, her chest wasn’t anything to write home about. It wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination but it was by no means petite either, a solid C cup if she had to give a conservative estimate, it’s been awhile since she last checked and Samus had more important things happening in her daily life that giving a damn about her chest size was the least of her concerns but her rear end more than made up for it. Her suit wrapped around her rear perfectly, it wasn’t sucked up into her ass but it WAS stretched taut against the elastic
material of her latex zero suit. Samus opted to wear a pair of panties briefs and crop top beneath her suit, this gave her a bit more support as to prevent her assets from bouncing to and fro during the many acrobatics she performed on her mission without the restrictiveness or the outline on her suit a pair of bra and panties would bring.
Regardless, the loss of her armor did little to deter the hardened bounty hunter as she pressed onward, her paralyzer pistol at the ready at all times as she scoped out the lab, looking for any signs of hostile threats.
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