Any Objections Lady? A Samus Aran TG Story by SanicTG

Sam and a couple of his friends were on their way to their town’s biggest convention of the year. It celebrated all aspects of pop culture from slasher movies to japanese manga. Sam, along with his group of friends were attending the con for one very specific thing: Auto-Closets. They were a recent invention that revolutionized clothing and human lifestyle. The basic function of these closets was to dress the user in any given clothing that was requested. Most models required the clothing to be pre-installed, but some higher end ones would fabricate garments on the fly if they weren’t readily available. The gimmick of the closets at the con was that they were all pre-installed with various cosplays and accessories resembling various characters from all types of media. Video game heroes, comic book villains, if you could name them, the con probably had that character, or at the very least a character from the same series.

After getting their admission badges and goody bags, the group of teens raced over to the far wall of the con where the closets were set up. Sam looked on, amazed. There were rows upon rows of the machines, all working independently. One con-goer entered a green camouflage coloured machine adorned with Halo logos. When they entered they were in jeans and a t-shirt, but when they exited they were in full Spartan armor complete with a replica Energy Sword. Sam’s friends pointed and shouted, naming all the famous characters they recognized.

“Hey look, there’s Mario!”

“That chick’s dressed like Lara Croft!”

“How’d they get that guy into a Ditto cosplay?”

Sam slowly shuffled away from his companions to get a closer look at the machines lining the convention space. Surprisingly it didn’t cost anything to use the closets, they were paid for by some eccentric billionaire who owned half the city. Sam didn’t mind who produced the machines, they were state-of-the-art nonetheless. Now came the important part. Who did he want to be? Did he want to be Link, the savior of Hyrule? Or someone simple, like a Pokemon trainer? He wandered absentmindedly in front of a closet that was coloured in two shades, a sort of sky and royal blue. While he was deep in thought his friends approached him.

“Hey Sam, isn’t that a costume for girls?”

He shook himself from his thoughts and glanced up at the closet’s display, noticing a wisp of blonde hair and a curvy physique. It was Samus from the Metroid series, dressed in her skintight Zero Suit. Sam blushed, stepping away from the closet’s door towards his friends.

“50 bucks if you go in.” Eric, one of his buddies suggested.

“50 and a pizza.” His taller compatriot John bartered.

“I’m not going in guys, who knows it might give me boobs or something!” Sam chortled.

“And what if it does?” Eric retorted. “You can just go inside again to get your stuff back. At least I think that’s how it works…”

“You want me to go in and you don’t even know how it works? Why don’t you see for yourself?” Sam replied.

“Uh, um… I’ll give you 65 and my PS5 for a month!”

Sam’s jaw dropped. Eric’s PS5?! He was the only person in their friend group who had one. This was an opportunity he couldn’t refuse. He reluctantly shuffled up to the machine and scanned his admission badge.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” His friends chanted. The doors slid open, and Sam trudged inside.

Once the doors closed behind him, Sam was greeted with darkness. The space was cold and metallic, but was rather expansive. A circular panel on the floor illuminated, catching Sam’s attention.

“Please step onto the circle.” A robotic voice commanded. Sam reluctantly placed himself on the symbol and it flashed briefly before the surrounding lights flooded his vision. “Begin preliminary scan.” A robotic arm tipped with a wide blue lens panned around him, bathing him in a gridded beam. “Scan complete. Removing necessary clothing.” Sam was about to yell in protest but realized in order for him to wear the cosplay he had to remove his normal clothes.

A series of robotic limbs folded out of compartments in the walls and sequentially removed each article of clothing until he was in nothing but his boxers. The machine quickly scanned him again before announcing its next action. “Tailoring cosplay to selected measurements. Your cosplay will be available in a moment.” Sam sighed, anxious about how his friends would react to seeing him in Samus’ tight outfit. Sam was by no means an unathletic guy, but wearing a costume meant for a woman just didn’t sit right with him. He was shaken from his thoughts once again as the machine produced the outfit from another compartment. “Cosplay garments completed. Dressing.” Some of the arms grasped at Sam’s limbs, lifting him off the ground briefly as they pulled the suit up his legs and onto his body. The machine zipped him up as Sam gulped, feeling like he had just been outfitted in his own personal straightjacket. Suddenly a large device sealed around his head, holding it in place. The helmet was slightly transparent, its surface a dark gray color. “Beginning cosmetic applications. Please relax as the process continues.”

Smaller robotic arms began to comb through Sam’s hair, pulling it back. A device dispensed a creamy substance onto his head and the arms began to massage it in. The machine was dyeing his hair! Sam looked down defeatedly but accepted his fate. His hair felt funny, and he failed to notice the device beginning to shift around, accommodating his hair’s new length. Meanwhile more devices approached his face, rubbing various compounds and makeup all over it. Some of the arms shut his eyelids, applying mascara that made his eyelashes longer while some plucked at his eyebrows, making them more feminine. Finally a large lip shaped plate approached his mouth and sealed against it, causing Sam to whimper in surprise. He gagged slightly as he felt machinery whirring around in the back of his throat. His groans began to grow higher and more alert, Sam realizing the machines had just altered his voice.

All the various mechanisms subsided, having finished their tasks. One more arm dabbed below his lower lip, painting on a beauty mark. Finally as his hair color dried, the helmet opened with a puff of steam, Sam took in a large breath, noting his altered voice. Smaller arms grabbed at his hair, styling it into a ponytail while leaving two strands framing his face. “Process complete. Releasing.” A conveyor moved underneath Sam’s feet as he was pushed back to the entrance. The doors opened as the familiar lights of the convention invaded his vision. His friends looked up at him. Some were surprised, some laughed, and some well, some questioned their sexuality.

“Dude, you look hilarious!” Eric bawled. Sam nervously approached them as John slung his arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t worry man, this’ll be over in a flash. We’ll take some pictures, check out some booths, and then we’ll head right back to the closets.”

A wave of regret washed over Sam as he looked around frantically before taking off.

“Hey dude we didn’t mean anything by it!” Eric called after him. Sam kept his head low, taking turn after turn in order to keep his friends off his trail. Eventually he saw a hallway and darted down it before slumping to the ground after he turned another corner.

“Stupid friends, stupid Auto-Closets…” Sam tugged at his suit, trying to tear it off but found he couldn’t reach the zipper. He lowered his head, burying it in his hands. He felt tears well up in his eyes when suddenly a feminine voice spoke to him from above.

“Man troubles sweetie?”

“You could say that.” Sam scoffed with a smirk, wiping his tears.

“Well I’m the only one around. I’m all ears, sister.”

“I’m… I’m a guy actually.” Sam stammered.

“Fine by me.” The voice replied. Sam looked up and saw a rather attractive looking woman dressed as a witch. Her eyes were remarkable, comforting yet pleasing. “My name’s Roxanne, but most people just call me Roxie. What’s your name, ‘Samus who's actually a guy’?”

“Sam, actually.” He chuckled. “The reason I’m here and why I’m dressed like this is all because of my friends. They put me up to this stupid dare by making me go in one of the Auto-Closets. They drove a hard bargain, and I gave in to them but now I’m just scared and I feel weird and…”

“Slow down there, hon. Believe me I know what it’s like to do something you don’t want to do. So what do you want, huh? What did you come here to do?”

“Well, I just wanted to cosplay. Just, dress as someone I want to be. I wanted it to feel real, like I was really them.”

“Real hm…? I think I might have just the trick.” Sam’s eyes lit up as Roxie waved her hands around. He looked briefly confused as he felt a surge of energy begin to pool beneath him. “It was nice meeting you Sam, I hope this is what you wanted!” Roxie called to him as Sam tumbled through a portal Roxie had opened beneath him. He hit a rubbery surface as he glanced up to Roxie.

“Wait…!” The portal shut above him as he tried to grasp at it, but found he was stuck to what appeared to be a conveyor. He was in some sort of factory, and saw rows upon rows of conveyors, all fabricating various cosplays and accessories. The belt beneath him shuffled forward as he got to his feet. A large rail swooped above him and two devices pointed towards his hands. The devices opened, and small particles began to flood out of them. His arms began to feel sluggish, and he noticed the particles were forming cuffs of some kind around his wrists. They attached themselves to the rail in a chain of sorts and Sam was shackled in place. The conveyor moved onward.

As he moved along, Sam glanced at the wall and noticed it was adorned with a large logo. It was a thought bubble like you’d see in a comic book, and the text emitting from it read “True to Life Solutions Inc.”. Sam was confused by the wording as he approached a large industrial tunnel. Machinery whirred and buzzed all around him as he was pulled towards a station of sorts. Similar technology to the Auto-Closets approached him as a beam scanned him.

“Cosplay identified: Samus Aran. Wearer identified: Sam Wilton. Cosplay package pre-registered under user Roxie Normus. Sending wearer to processing station.” Sam found it hard to keep track of all the information being presented to him. Somehow Roxie knew his full name and was some sort of controlling figure over this factory? He didn't have much time to think about it as the conveyor shifted, sending him down another tunnel that had opened up in the wall. “Arriving at processing station.” Sam noticed the edges of the conveyor were now covered in some sort of plexiglass, and saw what appeared to be water stains covering them. What was this factory and what could it do? “Begin processing.” The machine announced.

A laser panned across Sam’s body, disintegrating the cloth suit along with his underwear and the built-in boots. He struggled in place, embarrassed that his junk was on display. “Cosmetic change selected: Removing body hair.” An arm tipped with a nozzle sprayed a mist all over Sam’s body, removing all the hair below his neck. He shivered, the cold smoothness feeling alien to him. “Altering skin pigment and texture.” A hose sprayed him with water and various loofahs rubbed around his body, developing a thick foam. Sam’s skin tingled and his dick became erect, becoming rather aroused as his male attributes became coated with perfect feminine skin. His skin also lightened, becoming less tanned and more pale. His chest and butt also began to enlarge slightly. More machines approached him and the process went on.

“Removing superficial cosmetic changes.” An arm dispensed a creamy substance onto his face while water poured onto his hair. The machines shampooed and conditioned his hair, removing the dye while they scrubbed away the makeup from his face. He was starting to look like his old self, except his hair was down to his butt and his voice still sounded like a girl’s. “Clearing all contaminants.” The machine announced. A showerhead sprayed against his body while more loofahs equipped with body wash scrubbed him down once more. This left Sam feeling refreshed, lighter even. After drying him off, the machine sent him down the tunnel to the next station.

“Arriving at moulding station. Injecting pliability compound.” Sam’s eyes widened at the thought of something being injected into him when suddenly a syringe pricked his shoulder. The plunger pressed down, flooding his bloodstream with a strange concoction. This left Sam feeling rather tired, as the compound was allowing his body to become more malleable and willing to accept sudden changes. A corset-like device wrapped around his waist and began to compress. “Reducing waist. Increasing athletic appearance. Altering posture and height.” Sam suddenly felt a multitude of changes occur. First his waist shrank, adding more width to his hips, thighs and butt. At the same time the device seared into him, altering his muscles. This gave him a sexy toned core, along with rock-hard abs. Additionally he began to grow in height while his back arched, pushing his chest and butt out more. He grew from an average 5’8” to an elegant 6’3”. He felt dizzy, growing accustomed to his new height and figure.

The machine spoke up again. “Applying limb enhancers.” Four tubes wrapped around his arms and legs as the corset removed itself. They pressed into his muscles, making his appendages trim but fit. His hands and feet altered, his nails became more groomed and lengthy. His feet arched, becoming more suited for heeled footwear. They pulled away as he panted, sweat dripping from his body.

“How much more are you going to do to me?” He groaned. He slumped forward, the machine taking the opportunity to attach to his rear and upper legs. He yelped as the devices cupped his supple form. He winced as he felt syringes prick his buttcheeks, hips and thighs. “Inflating pelvic area to appropriate size. Error. Additional distribution added.” Sam’s dick stood at attention as his lower half inflated rapidly. His butt grew and grew until the cheeks were two curvaceous globes, squeezing out of the devices that bound them. They pulled away with a tug, his ass bouncing backward and then against his legs, making his thighs ripple. He groaned as his cock began to dribble, a drop of pre-cum dripping down its length.

“Improper cup size detected. Inflating.” Two suction cups attached to his nipples as two needles pricked his chest. Sam winced as the cups pumped up and down until two plump breasts emerged, bouncing into place. The cups pulled away as the machine continued.

“Additional appendage detected. Restructuring.” Sam gasped as a device approached his privates, covering it completely from his shaft to his taint. Small arms inside the device began to coat his genitals with a transformative lubricant that began to break down the cells that formed them. One arm dipped inside of his tip slightly, causing him to unwillingly moan. This only turned him on even more because of his now female voice. Suddenly the arms began to tug along his length. He was about to receive the best handjob a man could ever experience.

A camera inside the device scanned his genitalia with a laser, calculating the most efficient way to make him burst. The arms pulled and tugged, his cock bobbing up and down. Some of the arms cupped his balls, which only helped the process to become extremely effective. Sam’s eyes shot upward and he bit his lip. He felt hot. The arms slid along his shaft up and down in rapid succession, a fire burning in his loins. Sweat dripped from every part of his body as it prepared for release. Precum flowed out of his tip as he moaned.

“Oh my god… YES!” His female voice purred. Cum burst from his penis, spraying the device with shot after shot. The mechanisms inside began to press everything inward. A phallic device plunged into his ass only making him cum even harder. The machine shoved his balls inward as they transformed into ovaries. A tube covered his shaft as it drew inward. Moist sliding sounds emitted from his groin as the machine hurriedly pressed the still cumming dick into him, pulling and stretching as his penis transformed into a vagina. Plump folds covered a lubricated slit as her clitoris formed. She orgasmed as her new equipment settled into place.

The device pulled away, cum and female juices coating her lower lips. The tube in her ass removed as she quivered, recovering from her earth-shattering orgasm.

“God, that felt amazing…” She panted. The conveyor moved her forward as she bucked her hips desperately.

“Commencing facial.” The machine announced as a mask pressed against her face. A tube slid down her throat and her crotch moistened,her libido heightening. A series of robotic arms changed her facial structure to resemble that of Samus. A laser changed her eyes from brown to blue, a needle poked her lips as they became plump and kissable. A beauty mark was burned onto her chin just below her lips, mascara and makeup caked her face. Meanwhile a tube with a girthy end snaked up her legs and in between her thighs. She moaned against the tube in her throat as her sex was penetrated. It plunged into her tight pussy until she orgasmed again. Meanwhile the machine styled her hair once more, this time altering its color permanently with a blonde mist. The mask pulled away and the tube in her throat receded, taking the device in the back of her throat with it.

“All bodily changes are complete. Applying lingerie and Zero Suit.” Arms approached her with a set of matching blue panties and a bra. They slid the panties up her shapely legs, the straps wedging in between her buttcheeks and caressing her folds perfectly. The arms lifted the bra to her chest, cupping her breasts while giving her an enticing cleavage. They did up the clasp in the back as more arms approached with the Zero Suit. The material resembled latex, and was smooth to the touch. The machines snaked the bodysuit up her legs, the smoothness creating a wave of goosebumps across her toned legs. They slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled it tight against her chest, her enlarged bust straining through the fabric, her erect nipples tenting through. Finally the suit closed itself up in the back, sealing her in.

What now? Sam thought. The machines all pulled away and the conveyor moved onward until she ended up in some sort of delivery area. A pneumatic tube approached her and she was sucked in, transporting her at a high velocity to an unknown destination. That was until she recognized a familiar convention floor. The tube plopped her right next to her old friends. They eyed her up and down, admiring her voluptuous form.

“Hey boys, miss me?”

End

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