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Space can be a lonely affair. Especially if said person was a bounty hunter like the famous, or, in some circles, infamous, Samus Aran. A tall, busty blonde clad in a skintight blue suit. Her athletic build made traversing through these desolate locations easy. It helped that she had a few tools of the trade on hand: her blaster, the ability to morph into a ball, and a few other gadgets provided by the Federation. Without her various pieces of tech and upgrades, she would likely be dead against foes that out power her.

Samus was exploring an unnamed planet. Searching a warehouse for space pirates that had called these hostile lands home. She had her pistol out in the open as she carefully walked through the halls. The lights were dimmed above and flickered after each step. A shadow moved. Instinctly, Samus shot a few blasts at it. Each hit making a small dent into the wall as the shadow came out of view.

“Damn it!” Samus gritted. “No wonder this place was a hellscape. It looks like one.”

Samus continued to explore the unmarked regions of the warehouse. Each hallway leading to a big room and each big room branching out to individual hallways. A few bats flew past. As much as she wanted to fire off some laser blasts their way, Samus held off. Disturbing the planet’s wildlife was not her mission and such actions would be reprimanded by those who were overseeing her mission.

All Samus had was herself and her thoughts. If she wasn’t trained to handle such conditions, there was a chance she would have gone crazy.

“Where the fuck are those space pirates?” Samus exclaimed as she was on this mission for a solid hour and a half. “I’ve been sent here to retrieve a chip that no one was able to tell me. Top secret they say. Top secret my ass.” Samus had a sassy way of speaking.

As Samus traversed the warehouse, she stumbled upon dead end rooms. No other door except for the door she came in. Most rooms were insignificant; papers on a desk, buzzing computers plugged into some fading power system. She didn’t bother checking. Not her place to nose into a business of another planet unless necessary.

However, if she did nose herself into such affairs, she would find that this warehouse belonged to a company that specified in food distribution systems and pressure plates. An odd combination for a business to get into. This company was called the Space Food Corporation. A basic name for an interesting company. They provided a more efficient hot food vending machine back in the Federation headquarters.

Venturing deeper, Samus witnessed the mundaneness of the place she was in. Greys, blacks, and metallics. Slight dust and a lack of shine from a lack of cleaning. No space pirates in sight.

“Either the Federation is wrong or the space pirates left already without a trace.” Samus could only speculate at this point as it pushed two hours in.

Samus was running out of rooms. She was exploring the warehouse back rooms that were only accessible from the second floor. There wasn't a door that connected the two sections. Unless she blew a hole right through the metal walls. Of course, she was choosing not to. She would rather not get reprimanded over structural integrity if she can avoid doing so.

On the far side of the hallway, there was a door that was only accessible by a key card. Yet, the door was wide open. There hadn’t been any signs of activity in the rooms she went to. Presumably, whoever was here had left in a hurry. Leaving what they worked on behind. It made sense to Samus that whoever was working in that room left as urgently as everyone else and the door remained left open.

As Samus entered the door, the sounds of a metallic whirring could be heard. Then, a SLAM! Samus turned fast on her heels. The door shut behind her. Around the door, there was no way to exit. There was no pin pad, no key card. Nothing. The only thing in the room was a large pressure plate that sat in the middle of the room.

“Damn it!” Samus gritted her teeth as she looked for a way out.

A monitor was positioned above the door. It featured a weight of zero pounds. It was in a bold, black font against a white background. It appeared to be scientific by implementation.

“Zero pounds?” Samus read out loud. Samus looked back at the pressure plate, then it dawned to her. “I have to weigh down the plate enough to open up the door.” She felt smart for quickly understanding the mission.

Samus stood on the pressure plate. The plate sunk barely. The screen changed to Samus’s current weight of 130 pounds. The door continued to be shut.

“Not enough weight?” Samus was shocked. “How much weight does it take to open up the damn door?”

The monitor changed screens once more: “Required: 680 more pounds.”

Samus did a quick calculation, “800 pounds? Fuck!”

Samus knew that was a heavy weight. She looked around to see if there was anything that heavy. Not like she could lift such a weight in her zero suit. There was nothing. The room only contained the pressure plate and no more. But, there was a large, metallic button on the wall to the left of her. Looking above, she noticed a small panel that could be opened up. It wasn’t large enough for escape. Perhaps a tube of some kind.

“I got nothing left to lose.” Samus went ahead to press the button.

The panel on the ceiling opened up. Descending down was a tube. Unknown where the end of the tube was connected to. Samus had a look of curiosity as she wondered what could come out of such a long, flexible tube. She didn’t have to wonder anymore. A light brown sludge oozed down the tube. It had chunks of whites and greens that could clearly be seen mixed in.

“Food?” Samus had one guess. Then, another realization. “I’m the weight!”

It made sense now. The pressure plate recorded her weight. It required 800 pounds to exit. There was no other heavy object left. Conclusively, she had to be the one to weigh all those pounds.

“Not happening.” Samus did not want to risk her body for the mission. “I’m calling an emergency call straight to the Federation.” Samus took out her comm that was attached to her belt. “Hello? Is anyone there?” There was static. “Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?” Static. “Damn it.” Samus returned her comm back on her belt loop. “There must be a signal jammer in here.” Samus looked around one final time to see if there was an alternative. There wasn’t. “Damn it!” Samus looked back up at the ooze substance. It was close to the end of the tube. Her body became slack as she gave into the situation. “It appears I have no other choice.”

Samus picked up the tube and inserted it into her mouth. The unknown food squeezed out. It tasted like pureed steak and potatoes. The seasoning contained salt and pepper. The dinner puree surprised her. Her eyes shut in delight. Her body, more limp. She was soon lost to the feeding that the tube provided. Allowing her body to grow in size. Regardless of the negative effects that would happen.

Samus felt her already tight suit tighter. Fabric that was meant to be flexible quickly stretching to their limit. The monitor ticked up as Samus’s weight increased. It now reads 160 pounds.

Samus’s athletic build quickly disappeared under a thin layer of fat. Her hips, that were narrow and flat, became wide and plush. Her stomach began to curve in all directions. Her body was now chubby.

The monitor now reads 200 pounds.

Tears weren’t audible but visible. Rips formed along the side of the suit. Flesh strained to come loose. The tears worsened as Samus’s weight exploded. 210. 220. SNAP! The suit fell off of Samus as her chubby body, which was naked underneath, was exposed. There was little Samus could do for decency as the scraps abruptly fell onto the metallic plate.

Her tits grew a cup size. Flopping down a belly that bulged outwardly. Either side of her belly, there were grabbable handles. Her ass created a growing heart shape. Her hips were as wide as her shoulders. Arm and legs had started gathering flab of their own. No longer resembling toned twigs from her former weight.

The monitor quickly passed pound by pound upwards. Reflecting the heftier changes going on with Samus. Physical changes rapidening. By 280 pounds, Samus’s belly was an apron. By 300 pounds, wings formed on her arms and her legs had the girth of small cannon barrels. All while her tits grew rounder and bigger; doubling the volume she had started with.

Samus, by this point, succumbed to the need to get fatter to unlock the door. Her mind was on eating. Eating and getting fatter. No choice. No other option.

The bounty hunter could feel her legs weak. Standing was a chore. Breathing was more labored as she found herself needing to catch breaths between each intake of food. Tired, she repositioned herself. Sitting on the plate. Her ass taking nearly half of the plate itself and growing. Shredded clothes were quickly hidden underneath her.

Time blended together. Weight built up on itself. 400. 500 pounds. Past halfway her goal. The plate pushed down deeper. Samus’s body became more sack-like. Her mass spread itself evenly on the metal floor she was on. 600. 700. She was one hundred pounds away. Almost there has to be, Samus thought.

The food stopped. The door opened. 800 pounds now read on the monitor. She did it. She pushed the plate down deep enough to get the mechanisms working to open up the door out.

Samus spit out the tube. Heaving heavily up and down. Exhausted from gaining an incredible amount of weight. She tilted her head up as the hose retracted back into the ceiling. The panel closed itself up once more.

“I,” Samus took a deep breath in and out, “I did it.” Samus continued her deep breathing. “Let’s,” she was clearly winded, “let’s get up.”

No matter how much she tried, she could not pick herself up. Her weight acted as its own gravity. Each inch up was another inch back down onto the plate. She was stuck. Clearly needing help.

“Shit!” Samus realized the severity of her weight.

Her comm was somewhere underneath her flabby flesh. It, somehow, pressed the SOS distress call. The jam that was present before was no longer in effect.

A muffled, deep noise came through: “Samus, Samus Aran, are you alright? Can you hear me?” Samus could not hear the voice. “You have pinged your location to the Federation. Someone will come to your aid. Sit tight and wait. Do not do anything to put yourself in further harm.”

Oil bubbled as fries were cooked in the fryer. Fresh beef shaped into a patty sizzling on the grill. The aroma of fast food stuck to the air. And it was all for a particular princess: Zelda. She had the place all to herself. Paid using the rupees she had from her vault. This was a typical thing for the plump princess. One day, it was fried chicken. The next is Italian. The speed in which food was served made no difference for her. If she was craving the food, she would pay to have the place to herself.

On this day, it was a Friday afternoon with a clear and sunny sky, Zelda was dressed in a short blue dress. The dress had straps that wrapped around the shoulders. A small leather purse sat next to her. The top that covered the bottom half of tits that were several five cup sizes above average. The end of the dress stopped right below hips that were as wide as any seat she sat in but not as wide as her throne. If Zelda were to bend down, she would reveal a white, flowery, lacey panties. Her arms were exposed and dangled freely; they were the size of small kegs. Her legs looked like small pillars. Zelda was proud of her fat. She was not bothered by her 300 pound weight she was at. It wasn’t like she was particularly active as Hyrule’s princess.

“I appreciate Hyrule Kitchen for closing down their restaurant for me.” Zelda was gracious as she sat down at the booth. She sat about half the width of the booth and her belly pushed the table out to the empty bench across from her. She could smell the food that was being cooked. “And it smells splendid!” Zelda’s portly body relaxed and relished in the permeating scent. “It is so heavenly.”

Zelda laid her hands on the table. Patiently waiting for her first of many plates to arrive at her table.

The restaurant was well cleaned prior to her arrival. The tables didn’t have any water rings left behind by cups of soda or squirted ketchup globs left behind by customer’s burgers. The floors had no dirt on them. Glossed by a mop and cleaner. Each employee’s outfits were crisp and clean and had no wrinkles in them. Any signs of sleaziness had vanished in preparation of their well rounded royalty.

A server in a red polo and khaki pants carried out a tray of food. It had five cardboard boxes that each contained a triple bacon cheeseburger. Along with the burgers, there was a cardboard sleeve that contained lightly salted fries. On the side, there were two boxes of twenty count chicken nuggets with tangy barbecue sauce to dip them in.

“Let me get your cola.” The male, pimply server spoke in a nasally voice.

The server went behind the counter and grabbed an extra large paper cup. He filled the cup about a quarter high with ice then filled the remaining volume with sugary cola. He secured a lid on the top and pushed a straw through the center hole in. As the server carried out the cup of soda, there was condensation dripping down the sides. A certain sign that the soda that was contained within the cup was cold.

“Here’s your cola Princess.” The server puts the drink to the right of the tray. Near the edge where Zelda could grab the cup easily.

“Thank you. Remind me later to give you a tip.” Zelda was generous as she was kind.

“I will make sure to remind you.” The server returned back to his post: behind the counter. He waited for the second order of the same exact meal to be done.

Zelda opened one of the five cardboard boxes. It opened along a hinge. Nestled within the box was a triple bacon cheeseburger. It was stuffed between a sesame seed bun and contained three hamburger patties, three slices of cheddar cheese, three slices of crispy bacon, onions, lettuce, ketchup, and mustard. Zelda’s mouth watered. Saliva coating her juicy lips. She picked up the burger and took a reasonable bite. Ketchup spilled out on the corners of her lips. Not that she minded. For Zelda, it was all part of eating at such an establishment. She took a few more bites of the burger before she put it down. She followed the burger with a small handful of fries shoved into her mouth. The fries were covered by the ketchup that was dabbed on the lips from her sandwich.

As Zelda looked out the window, she spotted Hylians dressed in various ways; suit and tie, skirt and blouse, jeans and shirt. They walked along the sidewalk as cars sped past. It reminded her of the various responsibilities she contended to from laws to infrastructure to businesses. Each was equally important in Castle Town. She was, however, grateful that she had experts she could lean on to help her make these decisions easier.

Zelda’s lunch continued. One box down. More fries in. Multiple chicken nuggets dipped and consumed. More ketchup was around her mouth. Some dripped on her chest in the exposed parts of her tits. She will have to clean up once her meal has finished.

The moment her tray of food was finished and her cup was emptied, the nasally server sniffled his way to Zelda’s table. Picking up her tray and cup. He placed the tray on the pristine laminate counter top and refilled the cup with fresh ice and soda. When he returned back to the table, there was a fresh tray of food and a full cup of soda.

“Thank you.” Zelda appreciated the second tray of food. “I will let you know if I need a third tray of food.” She kindly told the server.

“I’ll let the cooks in the back know to hold off on making more food.” The server nodded as he returned back to his post. He turned his head towards the kitchen, “Hold back on making more food until I tell you.”

There was a sound agreement amongst all the chefs working that day.

Zelda resumed her lunch. More mess from the burgers and more enjoyment overall. She hummed to the restaurant’s radio as it played a top 10 hit. She knew every word of the song being played and would perform it privately in her bedroom. Complete with similar actions the artist would do on stage. Of course, Zelda was more clumsy with the moves due to her size.

Lunch concluded with her stomach full. Zelda rubbed her plush belly. Her hands dipped a few inches into her flesh. Her face was loosened with satisfaction and a smile on her face. The food was quick but she cared not. The food was well seasoned and well made. An establishment that was reliable for her. One she knew she planned on booking again within the month. And she knew the staff would be ready for her as they were here.

The server returned once more to Zelda’s table.

“Princess, would you like more food?” The server asked.

“No, but thank you.” Zelda looked at the server with relief. Using a napkin to clean up the mess that was left behind by her food. Once cleaned, she heaved her body as she scooted out of the booth. Sweat and grunts as she did so. She would slip through the purse’s straps as she adjusted it to her side. “Allow me to pay you personally and more for you to keep.”

Princess Zelda stopped at the counter. She opened up her purse and took out a small cloth bag that kept her high value rupees. There was a wallet in the purse and there was a card where she kept her rupees that she kept at the bank, but for occasions like this, paying with physical rupees was the right thing to do. She tends to keep a bag of rupees in her purse for every place she eats.

“Here’s your rupees.” Zelda spoke kindly as she put the bag on the counter. “This will cover my meal and there should be enough to split with everyone who worked today.”

“You are very generous, Princess.” The server grabbed the bag of rupees and stuffed it in his right pocket. “I will make sure to divide the rupees with everyone. When will we see you next?”

“I will contact the manager and let them know when I’m reserving.” Zelda guaranteed.

“I’ll be waiting then. Let me walk you out.” The server offered.

The server stepped around the counter and to the front door. Still clenching onto the bag of rupees worth several hundreds of rupees. He opened the door in a gentlemanly way.

“You are so kind.” Zelda told the server.