The warehouse was dark and looming, lit only by distant ceiling lights and expanding far past any reasonable size—even if it was some kind of space storage weightlessly unbound from gravity, the whole thing felt… Questionable. There should have been more to this. An automated crew, to watch over whatever these products were supposed to be. Labeling, maybe, of any kind. Not just, what, infinite unmarked rows of costumes?
Samus shook her head and reached for the closest. It looked and felt human, superficially, with soft, creamy skin and deep, violet hair. It was very, very, very curvy, enough to be obvious even while dangling like loose cloth.
And despite herself, Samus kinda maybe wanted to put it on.
She knew that was a bad idea. The location, the skinsuits, they all probably worked off some technology she was unfamiliar with. An obvious red flag. The fact she had no clue how she got here? Even more so. But…
Samus blinked. The skinsuit was already pulled over her arm. This was not intentional.
Then—a buzzing, almost muscle contorting sensation, as Samus watched her covered arm shrink down, muscles easing away to elegant softness, fingers tapering out into delicate little things. A moment later, she realized she could feel through that arm just as easily as ever, the soft creamy skin feeling every bit as real as her own.
“Oh,” she said, smartly. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Immediately she went to tear the suit off—this did not work. Instead, in a quick, liquid motion, the suit latched onto her other arm. Samus let out a share breath and tried to yank back, only to struggle as the attacker attached itself to her chest, crawling around her body—
Holy cow those breasts were massive.
Both arms were fully transformed now, and Samus could do little but spit out another swear and watch the assailant travel downwards. Her new nipples, naked, sensitive to the cold air, and jutting out far, left her shivering with unfamiliar frustration. Her hips exploded out to match, followed by her toned thighs growing thick and pillowy.
Samus held her breath, and waited for the skinsuit to swallow her head.
*********
Samus stood nakedly and alone, looking less like herself than she’d ever been in her life.
Half a foot too short. The soft, untrained body of space nobility, luxuriously beautiful and absolutely useless in a fight. Breasts and hips and thighs that insisted on making themselves known and felt with each breath, twitch, and movement. Long, wavy hair perfectly styled to cover one of her eyes—for whatever reason.
“It’s nanomachines. Has to be,” she assured herself, her voice rich, honeyed and so, so unfamiliar. The skinsuit itself worked on principles she was vaguely familiar with; that it could reshape her body effortlessly and painlessly had to be nanotechnology. But… Nanotechnology never worked this fast, did it?
Whether in response to that thought or something else, something in the costume pinged.
Skinsuit Model CAMILLA v.0.3 Activated. Select Outfit.
Default
New Year
Summer
Wait.
Adrift
Hostile Springs
Wait—
Brave
Pirate
Ninja
“Wait!”
The giant wall of text, projected over the skinsuit’s eyes, finally lulled to a stop. Samus stared in disbelief, not quite sure what to make of, well… Any of it.
What does hostile springs even mean?
Mon Jan 16 08:39:04 2023
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