Hunter’s Labor 3 (Patreon)

*Thud!!!*

*BOOMF*

*CLANG*

“Hoogh… hoogh…… hoogh…”

“Miss Aran?”

Sweat dribbled down from Samus’ second chin, droplets of salty obesity which struck the cold steel of the ship’s deck with a loud *pop!*

Another grunt, another piteous groan of heated exertion. Her belly and thighs smothered the metal, insulating the blonde like blankets of blubber, but she could already feel the hated chill creeping inward.

‘“Nnnn…. Aghhh…” came her breath. There was pain in her knees, strain in her elbows, and the aching pinch had only grown worse.

But that was good, right? It meant she was close, with every movement bringing her even closer! If she could only push a little further, force her muscles to act as they should…!

Instead, they rebelled, and the bounty hunter failed to squeeze her waist through the tiny doorway.

Her titanic tummy burned, her heaving chest pushed up to her sweat-soaked face. She could feel her double chin rolling against the fabric of her top with each laborious breath. Overheated, overworked, the edge of the doorway digging into her rear, the tickle of her stretchmarks against the cold tiles, Samus had to fight just to hold all her weight on her hands and her knees.

Maybe, if she fell forward… but no. If she lifted her arms, the pain on her wrists just went to her hips. There was nothing to grab onto, nothing to kick against. The beefy blonde’s knees were about to collapse, but the fact was that her body was incapable even of that.

Samus was stuck.

‘Now you’ve done it,’ she wanted to curse. ‘You knew it would cause issues. ‘Space is big!’ Yeah… well… you’re bigger…’

Even this internalized scorn was beginning to wheeze. Disconnected snippets came to her mind, memories of the blonde watching herself in the mirror. Day after day, month after month, meal after meal. Samus had spent years watching the effect of her fingers and mouth. The love handles, the pinched shirts, the wrecked bras and ripped panties. Still, she ate. Still, she sat on her plumping rear, always reaching for the next mouthful of ice cream or belly-pleasing snack.

It was biting her now. Reality, the true scope of her figure. More than six feet tall, more than six-hundred pounds… It had only seemed like a number, no higher or worse than when she’d rolled past four-hundred. The fact was that clothes had always been tight on Samus! They restricted her belly, they squeezed at hips!

But what held her now, this metallic grip of the derelict ship, was far less forgiving than her outgrown wardrobe.

Claustrophobia had begun settling upon her smooth shoulders, an uncomfortable tightness made worse not by the doorway, but from her internals. So much fat, so much space, and so little room for the woman’s gasping breath.

“Miss Aran?” Eva repeated.

“W-wh-“ Samus cut off, a flurry of coughs rising up from her exacerbated lungs with the exhaled air. She might have tipped forward, if her stupid fat rear wasn’t so firmly supported.

A sharp gasp, a pained inhale. She managed to lift her left arm to glare into the small purple glow from the artificial intellect.

“What?” she asked her watch.

“Shall I awaken Adam?”

If she hadn’t already been scowling, Samus would be now. “No,” she said, her voice almost as firm as the hold on her hips.

“Aye, Miss Aran,” Eva responded, and then winked out.

Samus breathed, irritation and anger mixing with embarrassment and several other emotions, and began to lower the watch when the purple glow returned.

“Miss Aran?”

Her blue eyes narrowed. “Yes, Eva?”

“I believe I may be able to assist you, in his stead.”

That was… unexpected. Eva was an AI, relegated to ports and, for the moment, Samus’ bounty watch. Wireless capability meant she could freely access any port which she’d already connected, hence the offer to awaken Adam, but then… even that was odd.

Eva was supposed to take orders, provide information. She didn’t make offers.

It took Samus a few wheezes to realize that the AI was waiting.

“How would you… be able to… *Hoogh,* help?” she managed.

By way of answer, the purple backing shifted, and small flurry of pixels began taking shape. A flirting of bright purples over a deep violet, like an outline set against dark background, illustrated a clear view of the wrecked shuttle, but then the perspective began to move. A peachy whiteness came to the picture along with motion lines obscuring it for several seconds. Samus was about to ask what Eva was doing before it came to a stop.

“What is…”

Samus lifted the watch closer, trying to make out the stabilizing image with her straining blue eyes. Another color had entered the frame, a deep sage green that was on the left side of the screen, but in the center was a massive…

She froze.

Very slowly, Samus shuffled back and forth on her knees, and the massive bottom jiggled on her watch screen.

The green pixels to her left seemed to mutter something, something which Samus could only hear as a muffled exhalation that came from the other side of her door-clogging belly.

She heard Eva’s voice, and then Tessa’s sharp shout matched up with the green flurry of surprised motions on the face of her watch, but the hunter’s flushed cheeks turned from an exhausted red to a sweet girly pink as she openly gaped at the immensity that was Samus Aran and her massive fat ass.

Somehow, that it was pixelated made it much worse. Her shorts were pulled up so far that she was practically mooning herself, blonde ponytail drooping off to the side near her hips. It had to be pinched between the door and her back, but Samus couldn’t even feel it.

Small blessings… her hair had enough slack that it hadn’t gone taut yet. Then Samus noticed her blaster, which she’d put back in its holster before dropping onto her knees. It looked like that might be one of the biggest issues with her forward momentum. If she could shift her right leg inward, then she might be able to lean forward just enough to-

The little green pixels shifted, drawing Samus’ eyes. She could barely make out some of the gobbo’s features, but it was as if the creature were looking down at her hands.

“Eva? What are you doing?”

A breath passed before the AI responded. “I have established contact with Miss Tessa.”

“I can see that… well, kind of. The picture isn’t very good, and I can’t hear what you’re saying.” She left, ‘Because my stomach is blocking the sound,’ unsaid.

The watch swirled with Eva’s purple light. “I’m afraid that I cannot broadcast live audio,” the program stated. “I will attempt to process the image at a higher quality while conversing with Miss Tessa.

“Conversing about-” Samus began, but the jiggly wiggle of her own rear becoming more and more defined snatched her cringing attention. “Ugh… Eva, you don’t have to…”

She couldn’t bring herself to finish. It was like watching a starship eruption, or a star go supernova, but with the only casualties of this plump holocaust being Samus’ waist, her ass, and her once-strong now-doughy sense of pride.

Her black shorts indented into her fleshy cheeks, and she could now see where hip became waist at the fatty formation which marked the shelf of her rear. She was too busy… admiring herself to notice the swaying green pixels forming into the raven-haired Tessa’s curious expression.

The image grew sharper with grays and with blacks, and a lot of pale peach and bright piggy pinks. She could see her knees, and her cankles, and even where the pale stretchmarks had formed on her thighs. Then, the glimmer of gold from Tessa’s earrings finally processed, and Samus realized in a sharp breath of horror that the soft gobbo was skipping over to place herself behind the hunter’s backside.

Through six-hundred pounds of blubbery blockage, Samus heard Tessa eagerly chirp, “Ifin’ you fink it’ll ‘elp da Big Boss, I’ll be glad ta try!”

“What?!” Samus shouted, and her fatty thigh lifted as she uselessly kicked her right leg. “Don’t you- Eva, tell her to-!”

She never finished. Samus’ quivering struggle to back out of the hole ended with a tiny hand slapping her flabby backside and caused the bloated blonde’s body to almost explode.

An immense pressure fed by a purest energy, age-worn muscles that ached with forgotten pain and hung with well-earned fat, the electric ripple cascaded up from the gobbo’s palm as a shockwave of electrical impulse and feedback. It spread across Samus so quick and so warm that droplets of sweat were turned into steam, with millions of ever-hungry cells feasting upon the force that struck the Human-Metroid.

It was only a moment, less than even the space of a breath, but Samus felt her gut howl with hunger, her mind turn to mush, and every signal inside her suddenly contracted, then lashed out, as her worn muscles did not know how to react.

She hadn’t the thought to launch forward, she simply did. With an immensely wet warble and a pressurized burst, Samus had just enough time to chirp in alarm and tuck into her shoulder before slamming into the opposite bulkhead, then to the ground.

She turned as she fell, collapsing onto her back with a thunderous *POOMF* that allowed her exposed belly to bounce and the woman to gasp and to breathe.

After a moment, the small green girl was standing over her, her fingers dancing beneath a chubby smile. “Magic fingies!” Tessa grinned.

The blonde behemoth roared from her gut.

She didn’t think. Everything inside of her was misfiring instinct, confused synapsis and dazzled colors. Her arm moved, her fingers latched, and the lioness’ growl became a plump and pleased purr.

A hurricane swirled inside of the woman, loud winds for her breath and thunder as the noise of her heavy digestion. All of the aches, the pains, Samus was aware of her eyes dilating but no longer cared, because all of the toxins were being sucked away. In their stead, the fat woman found the comfort of the years gone by, sitting in her chair and stuffing her maw with an endless feast of sweet, fattening peace.

She could taste it now. Chocolate mixed with vanilla layered over her tongue, soft creamy liquid traveling down her throat. Her beloved ice cream sandwiches were being funneled down, down, into her belly to please her bottomless desire for more sugar, more sweetness, more calories.

More energy.

She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. Samus was no longer sure she was even breathing. She was too busy eating, forcing herself through the next swallow… but was aware when her belly had run out of room, and was pleased by the tickle that came as she grew to fit more.

Another swallow, another pound. All of the years she spent growing fat, all of the meals and calories she’d pumped into herself… it was if they had all been for this wonderful sensation. Blessed warmth from inside of her belly, a heady tickle that stroked such sensitive space on the fat of her thighs, and the space just between.

Empty calories became filling inches on her fatty waist. She swallowed, and swallowed, and her belly puffed and she swelled. She couldn’t keep going, but she had to have more, until Samus ghostly pale skin became as pink as her cheeks…

Only then did she realize what she was doing. The pleasure tried to keep her, to confuse her mind away from the debilitating pressure, but Samus was aware. She could feel her belly rolling over her thighs, her legs spreading beneath her... a ghost was there, a half-remembered dream squeezed at her legs and pinched at her stomach, exactly in the way her free hand pinched at her now.

She felt her hand clutching their wrist, and the pleasureful gasps that lifted from a throat which was not swallowing ice cream. Her belly was empty. She was not eating food.

She was eating them.

Samus broke the connection, her heart now a hammering burst in her ears. She could see the dark gray ceiling of her gunship bedroom, feel her legs kicking out from beneath her and trying to lift her up from the bed… but she wasn’t in her bedroom. She wasn’t even on her gunship.

“Miss Aran? Miss Aran?”

The darkness of the hallway forced Samus’ strained eyes to focus. Her sight returned along with her aches, causing her to dumbly blink, trying to focus on the soft-but-present emergency lights.

“Miss Aran? Please, respond.”

“Ooouuuuggggghhh…”

“Miss Aran?”

Samus’ face was soaked, but in realizing this, she understood that the murk in her eyes was not only darkness, but the light gray of steam. It was as if she’d come into a sauna, sweat and heat clinging to every pound that she had. Her eyelashes fluttered, trying to blink fatty droplets out of her eyes. Her hair tie must have come loose because her bangs had come down to cover her left eye, which forced her into uncomfortable stain when she lifted her watch to see Eva’s swirling purples.

“Miss Aran? Can you hear me? Should I wake Adam?”

“N-no…” she breathed. She blinked, swallowed, and then said more firmly. “I can hear you.”

“Is Miss Tessa still there?”

Despite all the heat, despite being flat on her ass with her sweaty gut in the air, Samus felt a sudden and very intense cold. Her right hand tingled, her fingers still shook. She could feel the sensation in almost all of her body…

The emergency lights flickered.

Samus had to force herself to look up to her right.

Laying near the edge of the blackened shuttle bay, it appeared almost as if the little creature had slumped into the wall. But then Samus noticed she was sitting above the ground and too far forward. A static-like shimmer showed the projections colors were darker than normal, but Samus could see the little motions from the small woman’s hammering chest.

Tessa’s mouth was open, her breath like small gusts of air that could have blown Samus away as the gobbo watched her and blinked down at the blonde’s outstretched hand.

“Are you okay?” Samus asked.

Tessa didn’t respond. She seemed to be too focused on breathing, but after a few seconds she pointed towards Samus’ hand. “No… touchies…” she said, and then somehow, ended with it snigger and a sharp smile.

It made Samus wince uncomfortably, looking at her own treacherous claw. She could still feel the energy almost like lines, and her eyes traced it from her sausage-like fingers to her frosting-filled biceps and down to the pillows that were her breasts and the mattress that was her naked stomach.

“How much did I take?” Samus asked, looking back to Eva.

The purple swirled. “The Nostradamus’ systems are still inaccessible to me at this time, and I do not have access to your internal figures. However, exterior scans show that you have gained approximately twenty-three pounds, equating the energy harvested in excess of eighty-thousand calories.”

*Click*

*Click*

*Click*

**CLACK**

Samus turned down. A burble of frustration came with realizing she could not see past her breasts and her stomach, so she began the arduous effort that was sitting up.

“The AI Port shows that Miss Tessa’s vital signatures are stabilizing. Several of the other AI have likely felt the effects of the energy drain, as it may have impacted other sections of the ship.”

Samus pawed at the steel wall, her flabby middle pressing against her legs to pair with the villainous gravity to keep the hunter down. With her gut forcing her legs further apart, it made room between her legs until it rest on the floor, lapping over her still-tingling groin.

“How… would it… *Mmmgah*…” she sagged forward, her hands dropping behind her to help hold her, and her extra twenty-pounds, upright. “How would it affect systems?” Then, more sharply she asked, “Wait, vital signs?”

“Yes. The systems report that her brain, while affect-”

“Her brain??”

She turned to look at Tessa who was waggling her head, her floppy ears giving fake jingling from her fake jewelry.

“Are you saying she is on this ship?”

“In a sense, yes. Earlier understanding was that the projection and program were constructed from brain scanning technology, as is Federation standard for Smart AI.”

The face of Samus’ watch then changed away from Eva’s background, showing what looked almost like a bar graph with five different-colored subjects. These lines were labeled as Containment, Engineering, Security, Admin, and Docking. Each bar fluctuated up and down, almost like a heart rate monitor.

“Miss Tessa’s vitals are stabilizing,” Eva continued, highlighting the docking graph. “However, both Containment and Security are both low-function, indicating damage to the system.”

“From me?” Samus asked.

“Is frum da Morker.”

Tessa came to her side, looking over Samus’ shoulder to see the watch.

“‘E’s been huntin us down since ‘e got out ‘n’ chewed frew all da sluggah boys. We’z tried ‘elpin’ but…” she looked down, shaking her head. “Kass separated all ‘o us, said it’d ‘elp draw da Morker down ‘ere. ‘Swhi I can’ just call ova ta Admin ta check on ur lass.”

“So you’re… real?”

“Ehh?? Oi, as real as you and ya zappies, yeah,” Tessa chuffed. She lifted a tiny fist to jab Samus in the shoulder, making the blonde bounce and herself give a girlish yelp that became a delighted giggle against Samus’ angry glare.

“Stop doing that.”

Tessa continued to laugh.

The big blonde turned, and when she did she felt the uncomfortable chill return where her belly pressed upon the deck. She had to get back to her hands and knees to get her feet under her before finally standing.

“Ain’ so bad bein’ stuck behind glass. Ya get used to it… But you’z for sure da strangest ‘oomie I ever seen. Big…”

Samus was moderately sure that the gobbo had been staring at her ass at this last part, but she let it go considering she had nearly just… eaten, the little woman.

“This is bigger than what we sent… with the distress signal…” she sagged, leaning against the wall and catching her breath. She did not like this new weight. She did not even like her old weight! But she had to keep going.

People were counting on her.

“Eva, update the message to the outpost. Six persons, five in extreme medical conditions needing immediate attention.”

“Aye, Miss Aran.”

“You,” Samus said, turning down to the girl that, now more than ever, made it greatly apparent that she was the size of a gas giant. “Is there anything else you can tell me about the ship? Or the… Morker?”

Tessa began to talk, but she spoke so quickly and unintelligibly that Samus had to slow her down twice. By the time she got her wavy hair tied back into her proper ponytail and snatched her supply bag from the shuttlebay door, the gobbo informed that all of the lower-deck passage doors should now be locked open, and that they should be easier to pass through since they had much taller ceilings than the shuttlebay did.

The mention of height had made Samus look up for the first time since standing. She was extremely grateful to see that she’d at least two inches between her and the ceiling. She’d followed the line down towards where Eva had gestured, seeing corridor’s door. Indeed, it was taller than the shuttlebay… unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be too much wider… but still, the big blonde nodded. She’d take what she could get.

“Okay. Vitals… then Engineering, and then to the elevators at the bow. If those are working, I should be able to skip the other decks and just ride it up to Control.”

“Yup yup! Sounds like a plan that’ll spin, but… no offense meanin’ Boss, but try nah ta… touch too much, on ya way,” Tessa tapped her own fingers together with a nervous giggle.

Samus blushed. “R-right… sorry about that.”

“Bah!” Tessa waved. “It ain’ da first time Tessa’s ‘ad somebody suckle ‘er teet.”

“… I’m going to choose to believe I didn’t understand that,” Samus replied.

The little lass laughed so hard it made her belly warble, which then made Samus feel even bigger than a gas giant, comparing herself and her belly to a very pale black hole.

“I only hope Kelig is still holding on,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.

“Miss Aran?”

Samus looked to her watch. “Yes, Eva?”

“I believe Kelig is currently monitoring us. The camera above you has moved twice over the last ten minutes.”

“Camera…?”

Samus looked up. Perched in the corner of the wall, directly facing the shuttlebay door, was a small black rectangle. She couldn’t make out much in the poor, darkened lighting, but even her eyes could see the thrumming red dot slowly blinking from inside of its housing.

“Oh. Well that…” she stopped, turning back to look at the door and remembering what she had looked like from behind.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what she looked like from the front.

“Perfect… real heroic, Samus…”

Still, she felt a bit of relief to know that the cameras were working and that they were capable of monitoring her movements. She wondered if Kelig would be able to hear them.

Instead, she decided to raise her hand towards the camera in a half-hearted wave as if you say, ‘I see you.’ Then, she turned from the shuttlebay and began her way up the hallway and to the first passageway door.

Her feet were not happy about their added workload.

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From inside the control room of the Nosey-Da-Moose, a tiny green hand returned the big woman’s wave.

Kelig could barely keep her eyes open. The last of her pain meds had worn off last night, and though her ears had stopped bleeding, everything ached.

If she could just… drink. Just a little bit. A small sip of water…

But her canteen was tied tight, the liquid kept away from the light. She could feel the creature’s presence just on the other side of the door. It was waiting for her weakness to win, and to take her like it had taken the others.

Across the threshold into its endless night.

It was beside her, behind her, it was staring into the girl with its glowing green eye. It could sense her desperation, her spite, and now, her elation.

It could see what she thought. Soon, it’d be dead, and she would be free.

And then, suddenly, Kelig was alone.

That was the most frightening sensation of all. She sat bolt upright, turning to look at the other monitors. She scanned the lower deck, then the containment, and then she saw it.

The creature flew down the hallways on its quadruped legs, the tendril-like feelers dragging from its wide mouth. It knew she could see it, and it did not care, because it knew what she knew.

A hero had come.

The hunt had begun.