Pressure Weighted
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.”
Not like Samus could move.
