princesspottypants

The Halloween Job

Published: October 20th 2022, 12:00:06 pm

She should have known better. From the moment Samus had entered the base and her Power Suit deactivated, it was clear that she wasn't dealing with any normal foe. Maybe she was being overly paranoid, but, normally, in these sorts of cases, when she wasn't told to expect anything out of the ordinary, and wandered into what felt so clearly like a trap, she trusted her instincts and assumed that was what it was, and that, most likely, whoever had hired her was behind it all.

This time, however... Well, that still might be the case. She hadn't gotten the sense that they were shady, though, and there was no ambush immediately waiting for her. That would have been the best time to do it, when she was disoriented, trying to figure out what was going on... Now, even without her armor, she was prepared, ready to go.

It also helped that she was unable to re-summon the Power Suit. Try as she might, it refused to appear, giving her little choice... She could either go on without it, or go back to her ship and see if she could work out the problem. This was a time sensitive case - perhaps to push her into making this decision - so doing that might mean she was too late, if it was all legitimate after all.

So, against her better judgement, she kept going. If she took it slow, she reasoned, paid attention, she could be sure that, even if there was an ambush further in, she wouldn't be trapped in a pincer, because she could take out anyone that was hiding in the previous rooms first. It wasn't ideal, but she could make it work.

Was there a sense of cockiness to this plan, of self-confidence? Maybe... By now, she would say she'd earned it, however. And, while she'd been fooled before, this place didn't look so big... If she couldn't storm it all by herself, then she'd really lost her touch.

She snuck her way through, Paralyzer in hand, ready to blast anything that moved and carried a hint of malice... There was nothing there. She went through door after door, finding each and every room completely empty: no enemies, no machinery, nothing. At this point, she thought wryly, her client might as well have come to handle it themselves, but she wasn't about to complain. If they'd done that, she wouldn't be getting paid.

And there was still the mystery of her Power Suit being deactivated... That didn't just happen on its own. Was it some sort of residual effect of whatever this place had been used for, once upon a time? It seemed odd, though no more so than some of the other things she'd seen over her career. It felt like there ought to at least be some computer there to maintain it, yet she didn't see any trace of even that.

However... The deeper she went in, the less it bothered her. It made sense... The more rooms she went through and found no threats in, the less chance there was of getting into a shoot-out without her usual armor. She shouldn't let herself get too complacent, but it was hard not to relax just a little, every empty room feeling like a little weight off of her mind, as she wandered in further and further, the seemingly tiny base sprawling out much bigger than the exterior.

But that wasn't worth worrying about, either, was it? That was how these things always went... You could never trust the way they looked on the outside... As long as she kept her grip on her gun, and was ready for anything, she was going to be okay, just the same as she always was...

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"Well, well, well," the shadowy figure smirked, "would you look at that? It really is her."

"Of course it is," the other, smaller figure replied. "I always deliver on my promises."

"Are those just ropes?" the first asked skeptically. "You're holding Samus Aran with some ropes? You don't even have her in a prison cell!"

"They're only for show, really... Just to keep everything in place. By now, I don't even need those, I'm sure."

"And the gag?"

The figure chuckled. "The moaning got annoying, after a while. Don't worry, it's all being recorded, so you can go back and see it for yourself, if you'd like."

The first peered in again, taking another look at the formerly fearsome bounty hunter, trussed up, sitting on her knees, ball gag in her mouth, hands wrapped tightly around something pressed between her legs, held in place by the ropes... Something making a loud buzzing, to mix with the muffled sounds coming from Samus's mouth.

"Oh, my," they chuckled. "I assumed when you said you could break her, you were going with torture..."

"No, no," the smaller figure shook its head. "That would never work on her... We had to take... a different route with her. And it seems to be going perfectly."

Suddenly, Samus's eyes popped open, the pair of figures eyeing each other nervously as they saw her blinking, looking around, confused, yet increasingly angry. "I-Is this supposed to happen?" the first asked.

"It's fine," the other replied, even as it began to edge towards the door, just in case. It should be... When it came to Samus, however, it was hard to tell. As the stories went, she'd gotten out of quite a few tight jams in the past; all they could do now was hope that they weren't a part of the latest one.

Samus's eyes flashed with anger, her arms twitching beneath the ropes, fingers tightening... And then, the vibrator grew louder, and they saw her begin to twitch, her back arching.

"You see?" the smaller figure said, pretending they hadn't been worried. "It's all under control... She's so far gone, she thinks that is her Paralyzer. I bet she believes she lifted it and fired it at us, when, instead..."

Even through her gag, they could hear her sounds of pleasure, leaving no doubt what had happened, as she slumped down a bit, panting... The vibrator still thrumming, still going, as, in her mind, she moved on to the next room...

"What now?" the first figure asked. "She's vulnerable... You could kill her at any time."

"I could," the other replied. "It would probably be wisest to do that... But I have an idea that would be even more satisfying..."

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"Yes!" Samus yelled, pumping her fist. Finally, she'd done it! She'd made it all the way through... It definitely felt like an accomplishment, but... That had been super easy, hadn't it? There had only been one enemy the whole time, and all it had taken was a single shot. And, in the end, there hadn't been anything there at all.

"Sammy!" a voice shouted, making her jump, turning away, blinking in confusion as she turned away, the base fading away, being replaced with a bedroom. The basic, concrete walls and floor were gone, and in their place there was a soft bed she was resting on, a desk, posters of a bunch of cute looking young men... 

And, more worrying than that, even her Zero Suit was gone. Instead, she was wearing a white button-up shirt, a sweater vest, and a plaid skirt, like some sort of schoolgirl... Worst of all, however, was what was underneath her skirt, peeking out, thick and bulky, crinkling as she reached down in disbelief, poking at it.

A diaper. She was wearing a diaper! She shuddered at the thought of it... And at the fact that, when she'd poked at it, it had felt squishy, soggy... As if she'd...

No! That couldn't be true! She was a bounty hunter! An adult! She wasn't some silly little schoolgirl, certainly not one who needed to wear a diaper, much less use one!

The door opened, and she scrambled for her Paralyzer, lifting up the thing in her hands, only to find that it was, instead, a game system, in the midst of playing credits over a montage of images of the base she'd just been through. She frowned, squirming on the bed, perplexed. That hadn't been a game... That had been real... Hadn't it?

"Sammy," the woman standing in the doorway scolded, hands on her hips. "What are you doing, young lady?! I told you to get changed, not play with your video games! You're going to be late to school!"

"B-But... I-I don't go to school!" Samus insisted, shaking her head, frowning at how high her voice was, how whiny. This wasn't right... None of this was right. 

"You most certainly do, young lady," the woman narrowed her eyes. "Just because I let you stay out late last night trick or treating doesn't mean you get to skip out on school today! Your grades are already bad enough!"

"Trick or...?" Samus blinked, looking around the room again, spotting her Zero Suit, hanging up in the closet. She scrambled down off the bed, hurrying across the room, feeling so slow, so clumsy, the bulky diaper between her legs not helping matters at all, reaching out for it...

The woman grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her away from the closet, and over her lap as she sat down on the bed, all in one smooth motion, Samus whimpering and kicking her feet helplessly as she heard her diaper being untaped, leaving her bottom perfectly exposed for the woman to deliver a hard spank to it. "Ow!" she wailed, shocked at how painful something as simple as that was, when she'd been through so much worse...

"Samantha, I've had just about enough of you!" the woman scolded her. "You are an adult now, young lady! You shouldn't still be in diapers at all, but if you're too lazy to get out of them, I shouldn't have to be changing you! And I shouldn't have to worry about you flunking your senior year, again!"

"I-I'm not Samantha!" Samus squirmed helplessly, trying to get away from the rain of blows being delivered on her wriggling backside, tears filling her eyes. "I-I'm Samus! S-Samus Aran! Y-You can't do this to me!"

"Samantha, that was a costume," the woman lectured her. "You should be old enough to know that, too... You're too old to be playing pretend like this. If you don't shape up, I'm going to take away your Switch, too!"

Samus was spanked thoroughly, then, sniffling, taped into a fresh diaper. "I want you downstairs and ready to go in five minutes," the woman ordered.

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Samus nodded meekly. She wasn't sure how she'd known that was who this was, but... That had to be it, right? It all had to be true... It was all just her imagination, fueled by a late night, beating the newest Metroid game, and her excitement over her Halloween costume, and probably far too much candy she'd gotten from trick or treating.

She stumbled over to her closet, rubbing her bottom through her diaper, praying that the redness from the spanking wouldn't show too much under her skirt. The Zero Suit was there, hung up where she'd left it... But it definitely was a costume, and nothing more. Seeing it close up like that, she felt silly for assuming it could be anything more. She couldn't possibly be the real Samus... Not when she wasn't even capable of controlling her own bladder! She was just a silly little schoolgirl, that was all...

She toddled back to her bed, sitting down and picking up her Switch to turn it off. It was weird how easy they'd made this game... She could understand them toning it down if they were going to restrict Samus to her Zero Suit, but this was going too far!

Maybe, though... Maybe the challenge was in New Game+. She glanced towards her bedroom door, then hit the button to start it up. She had a few minutes... She wouldn't play much, just long enough to see if she was right. And it wasn't like Mommy would be mean enough to spank her twice in one day... Right?