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theradicalscrivener · 1 month ago

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The Book of Morgan: Arbiter of Thicc

Just in time for Spoopy Month, I bring you a new character and a new series. I have at least 1 more fic in this series to share this month, and maybe another depending on time. Each of these stories focuses around a theme I haven't experimented with as much in the past. It's a bit of an excuse to have a little bit of fun with the unusual.

Ian and Sean can't seem to agree on what "thicc" is. Maybe it's time someone helped put their debate to rest...

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“Ok. Ok. Check this dude out. Now this is thicc!” Ian said. He leaned across the cafeteria table and held out his phone so his friends could look.

Sean didn’t even need to look to know what Ian’s type was, but he humored his friend anyway. Sure enough, the dude in the pic was dangerously close to malnourished.

“Cindy, this is bones,” Sean said flatly.

“What!? No way! Check out that vicious V!” Ian protested.

“That’s not a V! Those are his hips bones!” Sean countered.

Morgan chuckled at the two’s antics, but didn’t chime in to the conversation. The two guys barely even noticed he was there most of the time, but then again, they didn’t notice most things…

“Why ya gotta be so down on my dudes!” Ian whined.

“I don’t mind your dudes. I just wish you’d stop trying to pretend they have any meat on their bones!” Sean protested.

“And you’re the arbiter of all things thicc,” Ian said sarcastically. He even dramatically rolled his eyes for extra emphasis.

“More than you, anyway! You wouldn’t know thicc if it slapped you in the ass!” Sean countered.

“Huh…” Morgan said to himself. Their banter gave him a fun idea…

“What!?” the two embattled bros said in unison. Their eyes now focused intently on their quiet friend.

“Oh. It’s nothing. I just had an interesting thought… but I think it’s best I leave you to your fun,” Morgan replied.

With that, Morgan got up from his seat and strode towards the exit. Sean and Ian could only sit there and watch him leave with a mix of confusion and amusement. Morgan tended to be a bit cryptic. He would enter and leave a conversation whenever he wanted, but he was definitely the kind of guy that Sean and Ian loved to watch leave. Morgan was almost as skinny as the guys Ian was ogling in his photos, but Morgan had some curves to him, and his cute bubbly butt was framed nicely by his tight little shorts. As he strode off towards parts unknown, the two guys sat back and marveled at Morgan’s cute backside.

“I don’t know what you said, but you are so getting hexed,” Ian joked.

“Oh, please. He’s not actually a witch. That’s just a silly rumor,” Sean replied.

“Well, he certainly doesn’t try to beat the allegations,” Ian said. He pantomimed touching a wide brim of a hat in refence to the conical hat that Morgan typically wore.

“He’s committed to the bit,” Sean replied with a shrug.

Morgan was a bit of an odd one. He was quiet but friendly. Sean and Ian couldn’t even recall how they had first met the guy. Morgan had just started hanging around them. He was like a stray cat that decided to adopt a pair of humans, and on the subject of cats, there seemed to be a small army of feral felines that followed Morgan around. He always seemed to have a cat either on his lap or at his heels, and it was rarely the same one. The critters just seemed to gravitate towards him which didn’t help him beat the witch allegations.

There was a moment of silence as the two friends tried to get their minds back on track. Morgan’s abrupt exit had derailed their debate, but now that the heat had dissipated, neither one was particularly interested in picking up where they left off. Eventually, Ian broke the silence.

“Fuuuuck… I don’t want to go to class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then don’t,” Sean said dismissively.

“You know I can’t do that! I’ve missed so many that if I miss any more, I’m gonna get docked a letter grade!” Ian protested.

“Sucks to suck,” Sean replied. He scooped the few bits of trash onto his tray and got up to throw his stuff away.

“I’ll show show you sucking!” Ian countered a bit louder than he meant to. His outburst got a few people from nearby tables to glance their way. Ian hunched down in his seat and made himself as small as possible to try and avoid their gazes. Fortunately, most people didn’t care enough about his outburst to focus on him. Their attentions quickly went back to their own conversations.

As Ian sat there in silence, he glanced over at his friend who was now walking across the cafeteria. Something looked off, but Ian couldn’t put his finger on it. Sean looked about the same as he always did. He wore a basic t-shirt and some shorts, but his shorts seemed to grip his thighs more than Ian expected. It must be a new pair or something. Either that, or Ian had never bothered to look as closely before. Whatever the case, it was a good look on him. Sean’s shorts now gripped his thighs making Sean’s typically average build look a bit curvier than Ian was used to.

Sean dumped his trash in the can and then glanced back at his friend who was still sitting at the table. “You gonna come to class, or are you just gonna sit there staring at my ass?” Sean teased.

“I wasn’t looking at your ass!” Ian protested. Once again, his outburst was louder than intended causing a few nearby parties to glance his way. Once more, Ian hunched down and tried to hide from their gazes.

Once the peanut gallery had once more lost interest, Ian scooped up his trash and got up to follow Sean, but as he did so, he realized something strange – his shorts felt tight.

Ian scratched his head. He wore these often, didn’t he? If anything, these were typically loose on him. The soft fabric was designed to stretch, but he had never needed them to. Today, however, they seemed to grip his ass and thighs. They even seemed to accentuate the bulge of his cock and balls making those seem bigger than he recalled.

Ian dumped his trash and hurried after his friend. By this point, Sean had a commanding lead on him. Ian jogged to catch up, and as he did so, he was keenly aware of the jiggling in his pants. His cheeks seemed to bob with each step, and his heavy bait and tackle swayed with each step.

Ian’s body felt weird, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It felt heavier somehow… He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, though. A familiar chime rang out through the courtyard. That was the bell! He only had five minutes to jog across campus! How much time had he wasted during lunch!

Sean perked up upon hearing the chime and looked back over his shoulder. Ian had almost caught up to him… almost.

“Race you to class!” Sean called back over his shoulder.

“You-! Fucker!” Ian sputtered as he watched his pal break into a sprint. Sean had a head start! There’s no way that was fair!

Ian followed suit and broke into a sprint as well. His eyes were transfixed on his friend as he struggled to gain ground, but even as Ian forced himself to run, his eyes kept drifting towards Sean’s lower body. Sean’s ass wiggled with each step. Had his butt always been so big? So round? So supple? Ian couldn’t recall, but as his eyes lingered on his buddy’s jiggling caboose, his own cock began to stir to life in his over-stuffed shorts.

“Shit… I can’t pop wood here…” Ian muttered under his breath. He glanced down at himself and checked out his bulge. His semi was painfully obvious. His huge, chubbed up cock was almost as thick as his wrist and his two massive, plum-sized stones were looking positively obscene in his shorts. His shorts were stretched so taut that they were basically a second skin. The outline of his huge cock and fat nuts were so clear that he may as well not be wearing anything at all!

Ian felt a little light-headed for a second. Since when was he that hung!? Like, he had a solid foot of fat cock when fully hard. He knew this, and yet, it didn’t seem true! It hadn’t been that big this morning… had it? But it had always been that huge.

Ian could hear his shorts begin to strain. The stitching around his thick thighs were stretched to their breaking point. Why did he think these shorts would be a good idea! Sure, they accentuated his figure, but they were too small! His friends always teased him about his fat ass and huge cock. He should be wearing something more modest, not drawing more attention to it! It’s almost like he wanted to cause a scene!

Ian shook the notion from his mind and focused his energy on catching up to Sean. During his moment of introspection, Sean had managed to gain even more ground. Ian was already sprinting, but he needed to push himself even harder to catch up. He needed to full on haul ass! And he had A Lot of ass to haul! He could feel his cheeks jiggling with each step.

Ian was gasping for breath as he rounded the corner and made his way up the stairs towards the building that his class was in. His muscles ached, but he refused to show it. He needed to keep pushing. Even though sweat was pouring down his body which just made his clothes feel even tighter on his frame.

The stairs leading to the building was the easy part. There were even more stairs once he got inside! He had to get to the third floor, and he just knew he didn’t have time to take the elevator. It didn’t help that Sean still had a commanding lead.

Ian couldn’t help it. His gaze kept drifting towards Sean’s body. Sean looked so hot. How had he never noticed it before? Sean was definitely his type. A cute, slender build with an impressively fat ass. His lower half looked almost twice as wide as his torso! Sean’s shorts weren’t doing him any favors though… if only he would just hurry up and lose them… the stitches on Sean’s shorts were struggling even harder than Ian’s own. Ian’s shorts were soft and stretchy. They were designed to not only house but to flaunt his curves! Sean’s shorts were stiff khaki. The oversized pockets detracted from the shape of his curvy thighs!

Still… that was a debate for another day. Ian had almost caught up to his pal. The two of them staggered up the last set of stairs and stumbled before hunching over to catch their breath.

“I… totally beat you…” Sean gasped between breaths.

“You… cheated…” Ian countered.

The two spent a moment to catch their breath. They had made it across campus so fast that they went from being in danger of being late to having a few minutes to spare! They needed it, though. They were both winded and soaked with sweat.

“I’m drenched…” Sean grumbled.

“This was your idea…” Ian replied.

They took another beat to catch their breath a bit more before their bitching resumed.

“This shirt is going to feel gross for the entire class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then take it off,” Sean replied.

“Wh- …” Ian began. What? Why? The questions swirled in his head. There wouldn’t be any problem with taking off their shirts. Even bare, their upper bodies were far less lewd than their lower halves. Their shorts did not leave anything to the imagination. They both had huge, shapely assed and thick thighs, but their hips and booties were just the tip of the iceberg. Their cocks and balls were massive!

Ian’s shorts strained across his huge cock and balls. Each of his orbs were now closing in on the size of soccer balls. His cock was as thick as his neck. When not contained in his shorts, the beast dangled down to his shins. His cock and balls were so huge and so heavy that they weighed down his shorts to the point that the waistband now rode low on his hips leaving half his ass and the base of his fat cock exposed for all to see, and Sean was in an even worse state.

Sean’s shorts had burst down the sides during their sprint. It was only thanks to his belt that they stayed on at all. His shorts now looked like a khaki-colored loin cloth. His huge, thick cock now lolled out his left pant leg, and his heavy nuts hung out the other.

“Fuck it. These hurt too much,” Sean grumbled. He quickly undid his belt and ripped the tattered remnants of his shorts from his body leaving him bare-assed naked from ankles to navel.

Ian took a moment to soak in Sean’s mostly nude form. His thick, shapely thighs highlighted his fat cock and enormous nuts. Either enormous orb was almost as huge as one of his big, bubbly butt cheeks. His sack was every bit as large and as round as his peach of a posterior.

Sean chuckled upon seeing his friend’s expression. “Come on. It’s not like this is the first time you’re seeing it,” he teased as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him clad in nothing but his keds.

“Right… Yeah…” Ian murmured as he soaked in his friend’s nude form some more. Was Sean always this cute? Ian couldn’t recall. It felt new, but his memories were always of Sean looking this good. His lean, toned chest and flat tummy atop a set of wide hips and a huge ass with a monster dong to boot!

Ian awkwardly peeled his shirt off as he watched his pal stride nude into class. Ian grumbled under his breath. Why did he even bother wearing shorts? No one batted an eye when Sean strode around nude, and Ian was even bigger below the belt than Sean was! It sounded like arbitrary rules to him… Still, he wasn’t sure he was ready to hang brain just yet…

The stitching on the thighs of Ian’s shorts popped even further. There were now large swathes of skin showing on the sides of his legs where the two halves of his shorts had pulled apart. It was a miracle that it held together at all! And yet, it didn’t seem long for this world.

“About time. We were waiting for you,” the professor said as Ian stepped into class. He didn’t seem to mind that indecent state that Ian was in. If anything, he was a little annoyed that Ian had stood in the doorway for so long before coming in.

The professor nodded towards one of the students and gestured for them to come forward. “Sean. Up here” he said.

Ian began to make his way towards his seat, but before he could make it more than two steps the professor gestured for him to stay. “You stay up here, too,” the professor said.

Ian balked. He gave the professor an incredulous look, but didn’t feel like arguing. He followed instructions and took his position beside Sean at the front of the class.

Ian suddenly felt very exposed. His clothes were hanging on by literal threads. His colossal cock and balls were starting to spill out of his shorts. His dick was so massive that only the head of it was still in the shorts. The rest of it snaked out above his waistband and folded back in on itself like a shrink-wrapped pack of kielbasa.

As Ian stood there and stared out among his classmates, he caught sight of one figure in the back row that made him do a double take. Morgan looked up from his large, leather-bound tome and gave a playful wave. Was he always in this class with them? Ian couldn’t recall, but he felt like he shouldn’t be surprised to see Morgan there.

Morgan flashed a playful smirk and gave a quick flick of his wrist. Ian instantly felt a surge through his body. The waistband of his shorts finally gave up the ghost and his huge, fat cock and balls spilled forth. His nuts hit the ground with a heavy thud. It almost hurt! It was a good thing that his nuts were so huge, otherwise hitting the floor like that may have made his gut cramp up.

Ian felt light-headed. What was with that thought? Was he surprised that his balls were so big? They had been this large for ages. His cock, which now draped over his nuts so far that this tip rested on the floor at his feet, was also something he had had to deal with for ages. His cock and ass were so massive, that he had given up clothes ages ago. Everyone just sort of accepted it as normal. Some part of him realized that that was bizarre, but no one in class even batted an eye.

“Ok, students. We have a special lecture today,” the professor began.

Ian glanced over his shoulder and noticed the name of the class. Human Biology 202 – H. When he had signed up, he had thought that the H at the end was silly. Human Biology – Human? How redundant. How had he gotten it wrong? He was one of the hypers that this class focused on!

“How did you talk me into this!” Ian hissed to his pal.

Sean shrugged and smirked. “You know how Carlos took Spanish for a free A? It’s the same thing,” he explained.

Ian was about to think up a retort, but before he could, the professor began his lecture. “Before us, stands two specimens of hypertrophia. An uncommon, but not unheard of medical condition. Many scientists have studied people like these to determine what it is that makes them susceptible to transformations such as this post-puberty,” the professor droned. Leave it up to an academic to make something like this sound boring.

Ian tried to search his memories. He couldn’t remember when he had gone through his growth spurt. He had been like this at least as long as he had been in college, but that was the best he could figure.

“I shouldn’t have to reintroduce your classmates this late in the semester, but just in case, let me do so now. To my left is Sean. You may notice that, while he is much smaller than our other subject, Ian, Sean’s penis is much too large for use in traditional intercourse,” the professor droned on.

There were some murmurs from the class. Ian could make out bits and pieces.

“I wish mine was that big…”

“How can he even use it…”

“Wouldn’t he pass out when it gets hard?”

After the murmurs died down, the professor spoke up again. “Fortunately, nature always finds a way,” he said and gestured towards Ian.

Sean’s cock was huge. It dangled down to his ankles, but it was maybe half the size of Ian’s own. Ian’s cock was almost as long as he was tall, and it wasn’t even hard… yet.

“As we have discussed in previous sections, men who experience these changes tend to have much wider hips than average. This adaptation is not just for show. In fact, they can stretch even wider to take handle insertions much wider than they are. Ian here has a penis that is much too large for use. Men like him are designated the “bottom” in colloquial terms,” the professor explained.

Ian balked at this. Was that true? It had to be. The professor was saying it, and Ian knew for a fact this lecture was all scientifically sound. Still, it sounded unreal that he could handle a cock as large as Sean’s… even if he wanted it, and he really, Really wanted it!

Ian’s massive cock stirred to life at the mere thought of getting reamed. His head felt fuzzy. His nuts felt heavy. His ass practically begged to be bred.

Ian snapped to attention as he felt a hand slap against his massive, jiggly ass cheek. He looked over to see Sean standing beside him with a lecherous grin on his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll treat you right,” Sean teased.

“Very well. It looks like both participants are ready for today’s demonstration,” the professor said.

Ian had forgotten! How had he forgotten!? It was so rare to find a matched pair like them that the dean had approached them to do a demonstration! Sean was right. This was an easy A, but more than that. Ian had wanted to feel Sean’s cock inside him for ages, and this was the perfect excuse.

Sean sidled up behind Ian and pressed his huge, fat cockhead against Ian’s quivering hole. As the huge rod slid into him, Ian stared down in awe at his own gut as it bulged outwards. Ian rubbed his hands across his bulging belly. It was hard to believe that his friend’s cock was so deep into him, and yet, his body had adjusted to accept it. This didn’t seem possible, but it felt right! Ian was so turned on that he nearly came right then and there, his massive, battering ram of a cock was rock hard in record time and shuddering in anticipation. Pre oozed from the tip of his dick, and with each expectant lurch, a spray of clear, viscous liquid was sent arcing through the air.

Ian watched as the bulge receded. There was a split second where he felt empty inside, but before he could protest, Sean’s thick cock rammed back into him. This time, Sean thrusted deeper, causing his thick thighs to slap against Ian’s huge, pillowy but cheeks and his huge, heavy nuts to slap against Ian’s calves.

Sean thrusted again and again. Each thrust resulted in a reverberate slap as his thighs slapped against Ian’s jiggling butt cheeks. Ian had to brace himself atop his own nuts to keep from falling over.

Had his nuts always been so huge? He couldn’t remember, but he was glad that they were. It seemed right. They served to give him something to brace against as Sean jackhammered his ass with his own huge cock.

Ian literally had a body built for taking cock. Not only could his gut and hole stretch to take something as huge as Sean’s impressive piece, but it felt fantastic to boot! It was as if every inch of him, body and soul, existed for the soul purpose of being bred.

Ian couldn’t focus. His doubts and his questions faded. His eyes rolled back, and he surrendered himself to bliss. He moaned in ecstasy as his gut bulged out with each thrust of his friend’s huge cock. Ian’s own massive meat bucked and lurched in time with Sean’s thrusts, further spraying the room with pre.

Ian’s gut began to swell. At first, he thought it was just Sean plunging his cock in, but it quickly became apparent that something else was at play. His gut didn’t fully deflate as Sean pulled back. If anything, Ian’s tummy seemed to be filling with fluid.

Had Sean cum!? No. Clearly not. Had he done so, there would be so much more. This had to just be pre!

Ian hugged his swelling belly. It felt so warm and so firm, like a water balloon full of hot milk. He wanted more. He needed more. Without even meaning to, Ian cried out, “More!”

Sean smirked and chuckled. He redoubled his effort, he continued to pound his friend’s incredibly huge ass with his own prodigious rod. With each thrust, more pre flooded into Ian’s gut, but soon Sean was reaching his limit.

“I’m gonna…” Sean moaned.

“Don’t stop!” Ian cried.

“I wasn’t… gonna…” Sean moaned between thrusts.

Sean dug his heals in and rammed his cock in deep for one last plunge. He let out of a cry of bliss which was echoed by Ian as the two came in unison. Massive, thick, spurts of cum arced from Ian’s enormous cock. The spray hit the windows on the far side of the room and splattered down on the audience, coating the onlookers with spunk… all except for one, anyway.

As the duo continued to cum and cum again, Ian’s gut grew bigger and bigger. Soon, his belly was the size of a yoga ball, and still it kept growing. Soon, his gut was even larger than his massive set of stones that he was currently propped up on! His belly was soon so large that Ian could no longer wrap his arms around it. He could no longer hug it. All he could do was lie face down atop it and nuzzle his face into the swelling mass. It felt so good! Why did it feel so good? How did it feel so good!? This shouldn’t be physically possible, and yet…

Sean let out a sigh and staggered backwards. His steadily deflating rod pulled out of Ian’s stretched out ass with an audible plop. Jizz seeped out of Ian’s wrecked hole, and yet, despite the leakage, Ian’s gut didn’t seem to be deflating.

“You better not of gotten me pregnant…” Ian murmured playfully.

It was meant to be a joke, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth, than he felt a strange feeling in his head. Was it possible? He didn’t know anymore, but he was in no position to ask. Fortunately, Sean was.

“Is that possible?” Sean asked the professor, but the professor couldn’t answer.

As Ian lay atop his own massive nuts and swollen gut, his gaze fell upon Morgan. The guy didn’t have a drop of jizz on him despite being in the back of the room where the majority of the splash had rained down. As Ian locked eyes with Morgan, he heard Sean ask the question once more.

“Is it possible?” Sean asked.

Morgan shrugged and gave an iffy hand wiggle.

There was a voice in the back of Ian’s mind. Was it Morgan? It didn’t quite sound like him. It sounded more like that inner voice that Ian had. The voice he read books in. The voice that was his but not. Maybe Morgan had done something. Maybe Morgan had gotten the ball rolling, but everything since entering the classroom had been Ian’s own doing.

How was that possible? Had Ian changed reality? That shouldn’t be possible, but he also shouldn’t be able to take a cock the size of a punching bag, and yet here he was.

Ian couldn’t think that hard. He could barely focus on anything other than how good he felt. The afterglow was overpowering. He just wanted to lie there and bask in the blissful feelings in his gut and ass and cock and balls. As he hovered between consciousness and a blissed-out haze, he was vaguely aware of Morgan striding up to him.

Morgan tipped his hat back so that Ian could see the huge, playful grin on his face. “Wow. You’ve really got a knack for this. I never would have thought you’d have such a dirty mind,” he said before turning and making his way towards the exit. Morgan hugged his huge, heavy tome to his chest and hummed a happy tune as his boots splashed down in the standing pool of spunk with each skip.

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bustybounty · 1 month ago

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A cosplayer orders a replica of Samus’ zero suit (the cosplay classic) from a rather underground tailor. Few have heard of them, yet all the reviews are downright obsessive in their praise for their work.

She finally gets what they were talking about when she slips it on and turns into the spitting image of the bounty hunter herself, even down to the long silky golden locks, luscious plump lips, and the extreme hourglass shape that makes it damn near impossible to move.

Rana has gotten home, and she's ready to try on the zero suit that tailor made for her. It looked so realistic, something like a carbon copy of everything she imagined it to be like if they took the game and made it real...

She'd finally be able to cosplay her favorite character, and maybe even head to a convention once she felt comfortable wearing it! But first, she needed to know why it was considered such a high quality product - why everything that tailor made was rated 5 stars, yet still having his store so...underground, per se.

She started putting the suit on, feet first, the legs, the arms, the hands, and then pulled the zipper on its back slowly but surely. Though as she did that last step, it felt as if her hand was slipping...was the zipper shrinking? Wait...she couldn't feel any zipper. But the suit WAS fully on. What was going on? "Huh? How am I supposed to take it off if the zipper is gone--wait what's happening?!"

As she was looking behind herself, she sees that the hair that only extended as far as her shoulders was increasing in length. It was flowing beautifully across her back, turning into a different shade...blonde?

Something she could also see from looking behind herself was that her butt was looking a little...larger? No, she shook her head and closed her eyes, slapping her face. "What is...Oh...my...gosh." She looked down and saw her chest covering her field of view enough to not allow her to even see her feet anymore.

The suit's sock like covering of the feet transformed into high heel boots as well, which only made her look taller - after all, she was putting on inches in height too, not just in bust and hip size!

"I'm...growing...like her! This will be the perfect cosplay...but this must be some kind of hallucination...there's no way...these breasts, this butt..." She said, groping herself, bouncing her hefty tits up and down, then smacking her booty, realizing she was still growing vertically and more voluptuous. As she talked, her voice seemed a bit different too, mostly because of the sudden change from her thin lips to these big, plump, luscious, bimbo lips that were really akin to Samus's own...

She tried to hold herself on high heels, but she was not used to them, and with the amount of new weight on her body, she rapidly fell on her knees. Her gigantic boobs touched the floor in front of her, and her extremely thick thighs and butt touched the floor behind her. They were still growing across the ground too, and the extending legs, the swelling curves, the increasing height up until she was 6'3 made her head stand taller even though she wasn't moving in that position. She was still on her knees.

"How do I...how do I even get up though?? And if there's no zipper anymore...this suit doesn't even FEEL that tight...it feels natural...like glue to my skin, like it's part of me almost... oh god my hair is so pretty like hers...I can throw out the wig I was planning on using for the cosplay...I can't believe this is all...ME...Was this why that tailor had such crazed reviews? I mean...I did tell him I wanted to look like my idol, for a cosplay...I didn't think he'd make it THIS realistic..."

Moving around, trying to drag herself to her feet, she staggered, barely being able to waddle. She was done growing, but her curves nearly touched the ground even in that state. This size was completely unmatched on Earth...at least naturally. "How am I going to move...I hate it, but I LOVE it, the way I chose such a curvaceous idol to cosplay... damn...how does she do it??" It was clear Nara still remained conscious of who she was, and still had some traits that made it clear she had been transformed to look as much like Samus as possible, but this wasn't a 1 to 1.

As was made obvious by a deep, unintentionally sultry voice coming from behind her. She wasn't as alone as she thought.

"You simply don't have the genes, the training or athleticism to handle that size. You don't look bad though." The voice came from...none other than Samus Aran?? She was right there! She was real! She was even more beautiful in person! And despite being just as big as Nara, she easily carried her weight around, circling around Nara's helpless body with fast walking in her heels!

"S-Samus??? I must really be dreaming..." Nara could only mutter those words out of pure shock.

The plump bimbo lips of the blonde bounty hunter formed a smirk as she assured Nara it was no dream. "It isn't a dream. I just don't like showing myself in person to most. Though you are a dedicated fan." She got in front of Nara, and pressed her gigantic tits against hers as they stared eye to eye. Nara blushed deeply, Samus handled this with confidence. "The zero suit you have on...it's impressive for the technology of this planet. I'm not from Earth as you know, the places I grew up in had far more advanced tech. Something that isn't easy to replicate. So your zero suit isn't like mine, it doesn't have compression modules, anti gravity systems, and...I got carried away. What I meant to say is, THERE is a way to remove it without a zipper. I can do it with mine just with a thought, but yours might be harder to remove...until you find out...you'll have to learn how to be like me."

Samus said, she didn't even worry that others could actually confuse her for the 'real' Samus as most people thought she was just a fictional character, and those that didn't knew she didn't have this much of a hard time with her curves. "I must go now." Samus did a backflip, her enormous curves wobbling dramatically as what she did seemed completely impossible, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

"I...wow...okay...Nara...focus...walk to your phone, you have a tailor to praise...and maybe you need to look at obscure forums for girls with obscene curves too... I get her genes and training are different but seeing her do a backflip with so much weight strapped on her chest and back, as if they were weightless, especially now that I'm EXPERIENCING it first hand...ahhh...I really really love her so much...If she hadn't left so early...maybe I'd...have gotten the courage...to ask...for a...steamier encounter...heh...hehe..." She blushed and stopped thinking, the arousal of the whole situation finally hitting her mind full force, no longer being delayed like before.

I wonder if it is a coincidence or how the person who asked this knows I love Samus so much too. Maybe they just saw one of my posts about her in the past or maybe they know me...Either way, hope you all enjoy a much longer read <3

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