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COMM: Mama Samus, Chapter 4

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Samus splashed her face, yawning as she leaned over the spring. Stretching her back out, she thought back to the previous night; had she just fallen asleep after glutting herself? Her reminiscing was cut short as a pang of emptiness shot through her. Her meal from the previous night had vanished, her belly receding and freeing up her movement even as it cried to be filled. They were hungry, she could feel it.

“Unf… babies want food… mama feeds babies.” she mumbled, maternally soothing her potbelly as she stumbled out of the cave to begin her day’s hunt, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She had planned to return to Adam, get her newly active brood scanned, but the growing hunger gnawed at her conscious thought and prevented her from stringing these thoughts together. All she cared about was filling the void she felt in her core.

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Throughout the day many creatures fell to the matronly hunter’s pistol and strength, prey and predator alike reaching their life’s end to satisfy the raging hunger of the hybrid mother. Every creature was quickly seared and devoured, the woman barely tasting them as they were rushed down her gullet to slow her pace and fill her belly. They died almost in vain; Samus’s stomach cried out as it was stretched further and further, even while it never ceased begging for food. As the sun set the hunter was sprawled on her back, her rosy red belly pinning her to the ground while she continued to stuff herself with the final few morsels of her hunt.

“Must… nom… feed… nom… babies…” she groaned between bites, her face redder than her shiningly taut belly as a whirlwind of emotions rocked her consciousness; The exertion of hunting nonstop, the now-familiar pleasure of stuffing herself so far past her limits, the frustration of these snacks not fulfilling her desire, it all showed on her flushed cheeks. She heard a rustling noise nearby, and glancing at the source her stomach roared. A huge beast, reminiscent of an armored predatory cat, stalked slowly towards her. ‘How much meat is on that thing?’ she thought, unwilling to tear herself away from the last bits of her previous kill. The creature circled her, passively watching her devour her meal. Samus reached for her pistol, but it had been discarded on the other side of her cooking fire. Pinned as she was under her weighty tummy it was quite out of reach. Shoveling the last handful of meat down her throat, she was allowed to think clearly for a moment. ‘I can’t move. This thing isn’t after my scraps. It’s hunting ME.’ In that moment, she felt a pang of fear, but it was quickly drown out by pure maternal rage. ‘It wants to hurt my babies!’ She roared, a shrill and feral screech none too different from those that once reverberated through the caves of SR388, the sound prompting the beast to stop stalking and pounce. Her eyes narrowed, pupils contracting unnaturally into slits as her body rose from the ground, floating a few feet into the air in the moment to took for the hulking beast to land. Reaching down to the ground-bound monster’s plated shoulder, she felt the amazing high of life force entering her body, her hunger finally ebbing as the creature whined and shuddered. The anger in her gave way to pleasure when she felt the threat had been reduced to another meal, her face turning red as pounds of jiggling gel-like fluid coalesced across her body. Her orange outfit popped and snapped, her rounding body breaking the cloth to shreds and revealing her blue bra and boyshorts while the vest and shorts decorated the blackened husk of the once proud alpha predator. Reclining, she floated away from the grey shell as she basked in the sensory overload of her altered biology processing so much energy. Her onboard energy reserves continued to swell against her bra, slowing to a stop as they eclipsed her head. The blue bikini-cut panties cut into her jiggling tush, it’s bubbly perkiness forming a shelf behind her. Samus’s golden locks reached groundward, the excess energy stimulating hair follicles until meters of glossy, silken keratin spooled down from her scalp. Womb and belly grew in accord, a large portion of her hunt directly infusing her brood with energy and covering them with a protective layer of hyper-conductive gel. Capping off her transformation Samus’s incisors grew just enough to give her an impish look. Samus idled in the air, the picture of a fertility goddess descended from the heavens, while the haze disappeared from her eyes.

“Oooooooh… so fuuuull…” she groaned, her overfilled hungers both battering her mind with satisfaction. Looking around the clearing, her face twisted into a questioning glance. “Wait… how am I floatiiiiIIING-OW!” the mother yelped, crashing to the grass below. Her tush absorbed most of the impact, but her whole body shuddered as the force reverberated through her body. “Mmmmmm… could do without the fall but that felt niiiice…” she mumbled, standing up and dusting herself off as her womb jiggled and shook of its own accord. Looking over her shoulder, she began to coil her ponytail around her arm. “This is just getting a little ridiculous.” she scoffed, petting the bundle of hair good-naturedly. Hurriedly waddling about her temporary camp she gathered her tools and cookware together and started the long walk back to her ship. “Better late than never…” she muttered, wincing as she thought of the earful she knew was coming…

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Adam’s mechanical parts whirred, satisfied with the ‘repairs’ on the pilot’s seat. The A.I. had spent most of the past two days removing the damaged parts using his only method of interacting with the living space; the small armatures of the medical suite. Their spindly construction didn’t allow for heavy lifting, so he had spent hour after hour hacking off small cubes of metal with superheated scalpels. The armless seat wasn’t up to his standards of ‘repair’, but at least there weren’t any sharp edges for his charge to injure herself on. The tractor elevator buzzed to life, a melodic humming drifting up from the shaft while Adam readjusted his camera. “Good evening Samus, you’re la…” he started, his voicebox cutting off before he could deliver his pre-loaded rant. “...where did your clothes go.” the AI’s tone was unnervingly even, processors whirring as scanners pulled out from the walls.

“I outgrew them.” Samus said, blushing slightly while the armatures settled into place.

“I can see that. Should I assume that this growth’s cause was the same as the last.”

“Yes… but it was a bigger creature.”

“Of course.” the AI responded tersely. Most of the arms retreated into their coves and a staticy sigh blew through the speakers.

“You are going to give me grey circuits at this rate. I’m going to process this new data. If you are feeling healthy, please go rest before I blow a fuse. That’s an order, Lady.”

“Yes sir.” she muttered, scooting away from his mechanical eye as it darkened and closed.


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Aand finally the saga continues, with the past 3 chapters already written by the author, my friend and commissioner :iconotakucaboose:. If this intrigues you, then most definitely check out part 12 and 3. :la:

mama samus yusssss


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Samus was exported from Artificial Girl 3, imported and modified in 3ds Max
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Where chapter 5?


is there a chapter 5?




can there pls be a chapter 5?