Zero-Toot Samus

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Libi's gonna get better at posting, I swear. ;v;
You all are just the most patient motherfuckers and I just HRNNNGH...thank you~♥

WITH THAT SAID, here's some truly silly stuff.
The ever-lovely Samus Aran is gassy as HELL during a covert mission, and yet her sleek stealth suit seems to be helping her conceal it all just fine...mostly.
No messing for this one, just pure hot farts and an ever-inflating suit~

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“NNNRGH!!!

Dammit...I-I can’t hold it back much longer…”

The 6-foot-something space-faring amazon of a bounty hunter paused from her mission to lean her shapely self against a nice, cool steel corridor wall.

She grunted softly as the pressure in her stomach shifted.
Running her hand sloooowly down her sleek, stealthy black zero-suit, she stopped at the notably bloated gut she toted.
With a crude, blushing little whisper, she had to admit it to herself...

“I…

I have to fart...so fucking bad…”

Intergalactically known as the most fearsome and mighty bounty hunter, Samus Aran wasn’t one to show weakness often...if at all!
But even with chozo-altered DNA, she was still a human.
And humans got gassy sometimes!

“Nnnrfff...h-hold...HOLD, DAMMIT!”

She barked a command at herself, before covering her mouth with one hand, the other still cradling her gurgling stomach. 

She was slipping too much, the woman NEEDED to be careful here.
Boarding a notoriously violent pirate crew’s ship with nothing but a paralyzer gun was risky business.
Even more reason why she couldn’t just blast ass whenever she pleased!
But nature’s call was quickly becoming a deafening ring in her ear.

Every step she took was becoming uncomfortable. 

Her movements were sluggish and sloppy. 

Her butt was constantly clenched to the point of chewing her black stealth suit up in her crack.

Her usually stoic, gorgeously composed face was red and flustered with irritability.
GOD did she just wanna let it rip already!!!

But she couldn’t! The sounds, the smells, the very heat radiating off her perfectly toned ass could be enough to alert the legions of ugly, battle-scarred alien pirates crawling about the ship.

“Steel yourself, Aran.
You’re...a-a warrior...a little gas will not...d-defeat…
GRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH-”

Try as she might to stand up straight and continue sneaking about the ship, not a single step more and Samus was broken down to a desperate squat, using up every last ounce of willpower she had left to hold it back.
It...simply wasn’t enough.

Her perfectly pink little pucker gave out, and a flood of hot, humid gas rushed out into her suit!

Her beautiful blue eyes widened with shock, her soft pouty lips parted with soundless “Oh!”, her asschecks violetly jiggled from the sheer force of this long-awaited, MUCH needed fart!!!

And yet, as she cringed in patience, waiting for the sure-to-be bass-boosted brap and rotten stench of bad rations...nothing.

Not a sound, not a smell...not even the mere feeling of heat radiating off her perfectly toned ass!
Instead, as the huntress slowly stood up from her squat, letting her hands move back from her stomach to her backside, she could feel something massive.
Firm, yet...empty?
Like a balloon almost, right down to the rubbery ‘phlunk’ sound it made when she flicked it!
Slowly peeking over her shoulder, she could see just what it was.
Her own ass, bloated up to double-wide standards!!! A little bubble butt, right there in her jet black zero-suit!!!

“What in the hell…”

Samus mouthed in complete confusion, grabbing a firm hold underneath each cheek and bouncing it softly.
It was absurd, really, but with this she could absolutely confirm three things.
One, this newly formed ass...it was gas! Pure, unadulterated, compressed lady poots centralized to one singular area of her suit!

Two, her stealth suit model truly was amazing! To keep so much as even the SOUND of her brassy behind to less than a whisper was straight science fiction! ESPECIALLY considering how loud her ass got last night in her own ship...

And three...DAMN did she really have a lot built up in her!!! To make such a ridiculous donk with just one fart, even she had to be proud of that…

“This is just fascinatin...wait, I don’t have time for this!

I’ve got work to do!!!”
The blonde beauty shook her head and slowly let go of her newly inflated ass, happy to be free of all that pressure at last!
But with a couple more shifty movements down the halls, she quickly realized this was only the beginning of her expulsion…

“Frrnff...a-again?
Goddammit…”

Already knowing how holding it would play out for her from the last time, Samus quickly ducked behind a corner as she heard footsteps coming towards her.

Silently preparing herself for the worst, she leaned forward and lifted one of those gorgeous, long legs before relaxing…

...

Nothing!

No matter how hard she listen though, despite her asshole DEFINITELY expanding for a longer, ever-steady toot to pump from within her bountiful bowels, she heard not a single thing!!!

All she could feel was an incredible rush of hot air fill out her thighs now, in addition to expanding her bubble butt even further!
A small sigh of relief accompanied this ballooning, before she lazily looked up and caught her reflection in the shiny metal walls.
Vague and misshapen as it was, she could definitely tell that her slender hourglass frame was a big fat PEAR from all her gas!

“Damn, this’ll make sneaking even harder!!!
...though...if I maybe…”
She quickly thought to undo her suit for a moment and release her gas...but the very thought of just how thick and heavy her built-up buttclouds would be quickly hard her rethinking the whole process.

“Can’t get caught, just keep...m-moving…”

But with another ominous bubbling in her tummy, she was far from ready to go…

“OUT!”
Samus grunted, kicking one leg up like a dog peeing on a tree, only to fill up her suit’s legs even THICKER.

“GET...O-OUT…”

She planted her hands against the wall, shaking her hips vigorously as her airy heat bomb exploded from within the suit, bubbling up her back and bloating her suit’s sleek design more and more!

“S-SO MUCH….FUCKIN’...GAAAASSSSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNNGH!!!”

With an active bearing down on her stomach, grunting and pushing with max effort, Samus’s beautiful back globes spread far and wide in effort to accomodate the impossible gales of broken wind rushing out!

Up to her hefty chest, her suit expanded with stinky steam!
Her entire body was blown up like one fat, black blimp. With NO shortage of the hot air~

Before she knew it, her thighs were spread far apart!

Her arms were wobbly and unable to move more than a couple inches from being so swollen.

Her ass was so bandonkadonkalicious she couldn’t move without bumping into something or another.
Her farting had gone WAY too far!!!

And yet…

“Ha...a-aha...oh sweet lord, I’ve never felt so relieved!”
Samus moaned out, her head just barely showing from within the surrounding shiny leather so horribly bloated around it!

All this heat encasing her body, the ever-sweet relish of relief she felt voiding herself of all that extra air...she was no match for it right now!
In one fell swoop, she retracted her arms from the sleeves of the fully enclosed suit, letting her hands run over her soft, perky breasts and down to her sturdy hips.

“I-I know I’m on a mission, but...h-ha...Ooooo yes~♥”

The huntress cooed in utter delight as her fingers crept their way right between her legs, slipping into her quickly dampening lady crevices.

Hidden (or perhaps STUCK) between two walls in a tight little corner, Samus continued to unabashedly let it rip in her suit as she began pleasuring herself...even though from the outside it looked like she was just a big shiny latex-like blackberry.

Her rump just kept slapping out the most forceful, reeking whirlwinds she’d ever laid in her life, filling the seemingly never-ending expanse of suit she wore.

But even for HER suits, there was a limit…

“Mrrrnnnnffff~
I...I can smell it now, oh god...GOD THAT REEKS.
But I can’t stop...n-not yet, just let me...nnnrrryah~!!!”
She whimpered girlishly, breaking that permanent smouldering look for just a moment.
Despite her wariness about giving away her position just ten minutes ago, now the woman was pushing her stealthy fit to the brink!
The horrid, eggy stench of her backed-up gas was breaching!
The seat of her suit was creaking and squeaking as it filled out the corner she was in to the point of near danger!

She NEEDED to stop farting, but it was just too good.
It was too lovely a feeling, to euphoric a wash of relief!!!

If only she could just orgasm, even a little bit, she’d stop and get out of this ship soon as could be, mission be damned!!!

“J-Just a little...m-m-m...mooooooOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEEEE~♥♥♥”
And orgasm she DID.
With a few forceful thrusts of those two fingers up her clit (and another two pumping in and out of her windy asshole), Samus screamed out lustfully into the otherwise silent ship corridders.

Forget a mission, forget all the hard work this poor suit put in, this lady-nut was too sweet NOT to bust!!! 

Yet as Samus lustfully purred out into the open air without a care for any consequence, her suit had reached it’s absolute limit…

*pop!*

*ssssSCREAAAAAAK*

*pppphhhhhbbbbbBBBBLLLLUUUUUUUUBPT*

Several holes began to open up in her seat, but the woman was in far too much of a daze to care.

Sounds ranging from bubble wrap being popped to outright tires being blown erupted behind her, failing to rouse the huntress!

No, it wasn’t until the BIG one, caused by an endless ass-pumping, did she come back to…

*Phlowmp...bbbbBBBRUUUUUUMP...F-F-FRRRRRRRRRRRRR-*

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHRRRRRRRT~!!!*

With her ass CEASING to desist, and her suit stretched to it’s worst Samus EVISCERATED the entire seat of her suit with one fat BOOM and a sputtering, wall-shaking fart that would bring the entirety of the ship to high alert!

Waves of rotten womanly wind flooded the halls.
The sounds of butt opera rang and echoed off of every surface!

Hot, humid tornados swept poor unsuspecting souls right off of their feet.

Samus had single-handedly gassed out an entire battleship of space pirates!!!

“Ooooh fuuuuck...s-so good…”

She murmured softly, falling flat on her chest with her ass up in the air, exploding the last of her build-up out of her stretched out hole while she kept the dumbest, most satisfied grin on her face.
To just bask in the afterglow of this ridiculous mess was all she wanted…
But when the alarm sounded off and the foretold army of ugly, battle-scarred aliens came RUNNING, the bounty hunter knew playtime was ...regrettably...over.

“THEY’RE OVER HERE, I CAN SMELL IT!”
She heard, instantly hopping to her feet only to wobble a bit and blush at the cool breeze now rushing past her entirely bare ass.
Almost perfectly blown away, her seat was nearly burned out by her farts and gave a perfect view of her smelly cakes.
But it worried the woman NONE.

She simply grabbed hold of her trusty blaster, aimed it steady down the hall, and with one last and no-longer silenced ‘PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUULPT!!!’ she dashed towards the angry hoard, relieved and ready to kick ass!!!