Into that underground jungle you went. If you were a nerdier sort, you might have spent more time pondering how a bunch of plants were growing in a cave that didn't get any sunlight, but whatever, space was weird, and a better question was why some big crew of space monsters insisted on hanging out on a weird planet full of giant bugs and plants and stuff and not just on a spaceship or a warehouse or something. The Dragon Breath was working out well enough aside from having to stop and eat bugs all the time. Being some sort of egg-laying snake woman was still a bit... distracting though, and you tried to minimize the time you spent like that.
Eventually though, as you just wandered through, dodging and sometimes eating giant bugs, you found a wall that was just too out of place to be natural. Which of course meant something was probably hidden behind it, which meant turning into a snake woman, laying a couple eggs, and trying to slither away before the shockwaves rocked your world again. You... didn't quite manage that last part. Collecting yourself after those good vibrations, you slithered down the hole you blew in the wall, and sure enough, there was another vending machine stashed away. Switching back to normal before activating this newest capsule, it... sort of went straight to your chest. Your armor was a bit cheeky, bowing out and opening up for some sort of bustier boob window as it made you, well, bustier. You were a bit puzzled what this was supposed to actually do. Nothing else had changed, these sweater puppies didn't exactly seem like they were going to spray acid or deflect missiles or anything. Eventually you gave them an experimental squeeze with your free hand. Aside from feeling really really good, the little jolts this sent through your body down your gun arm and from all the throbbing and shaking, it apparently supercharged your blaster. In the grand scheme of weird pervy power-ups this space crow tech had given you over the years, this... wasn't too bad? Sure, having a giant pair of tits hanging halfway out of your power armor was embarrassing, as was having to feel yourself up for a few seconds to get a benefit, but feeling yourself up to kill things faster was useful, and didn't otherwise mess your body up or take your armor off.
Just to be thorough, you checked if this also worked with your other powers. Incompatible with the Dragon Breath, but Slinky Snake form combined just fine with the Charge Breasts, even though you didn't have a gun. Giving them a big squeeze, you moaned so loud you had to panic about whether this little chamber was soundproofed as you just laid a whole clutch of those eggs at once, rocking the whole chamber. You honestly couldn't think of a way to make use of that as part of your mission... but it was still good to know, if you ever needed to clear your head in a hurry, or something.
Pressing on further, you eventually found yourself in a room with some sort of giant monstrous plant. On the one hand, you'd been a Badass Space Bounty Hunter long enough to know how to handle this sort of thing. Make sure you've got thick armor over any orifices a vine might try to slither its way down, don't breath in any spores that might make you too horny to focus, don't let it eat you. On the other hand, you were pretty damn confident that this thing was just a plant in its natural environment, and not some sort of space gangster, so it was hard to shake the feeling that you were just wasting a bunch of time here feeling yourself up and blasting it with lasers. Still, there was a vending machine behind it, so it wasn't all a loss.
Activating this one on felt... odd in a way you couldn't really describe. Your armor didn't peel away. There weren't any real MAJOR changes. You did grow breasts and your waist slimmed down, but this pervy suit did that at least half the time. Feeling around for changes you missed, your face was very smooth and cool... and wait hadn't your helmet stayed on? Eventually you worked out that this had turned you at least partially into some sort of sexy robo-gal. Turned the big cool cannon on your arm into just a regular hand, too. Trying to puzzle out what was up with this one, suddenly you found yourself looking at a readme file somehow. Turns out turning into a robot means you have internal documentation. The big feature here was Breast Missiles. That was straightforward enough. Those two big round torpedo shapes sticking out of your chest actually could launch out and explode. Of course, there were only the two, but according to your internal help files, they were a pretty standard design, you could probably replace them at any sort of munitions dump. Simple enough.
Picking your way through the rest of the jungle, you did find a couple doors hardened enough to have to fire those off, leading to an area with a lot less greenery, and a lot more heat. You were just sweating bullets in your suit, except for when you had to activate something that took away your sweat glands.