You decided no, you'd spent way longer in here than you wanted, and the "enhancements" your suit picked up this mission were getting to be too much to deal with. You ran off as quick as you could to open the high security area, blasted your way through some space monsters, passed a heap of researchers who'd apparently used the last of their dwindling intelligence to make some real hardcore sex toys to occupy themselves with, and smashed your way through all the security barriers between you and the big brain.
Turned out the critter you were here for had grown a whole lot, and really developed a hell of a talent for turning any living thing it found into a total hottie. You'd have thought someone would need a whole intact body to be turned into a total sexy babe, but this critter had managed to crack that big fish tank, and here you were face to face with what you could only describe as some sort of... MILF brain.
She was still just kind of made of... brain stuff, which was a little weird, all lobes and so on, but you know, person-shaped. With gazongas half the size of the spaceship you road in on, and a set of hips so wide she'd never be able to leave this room. And being locked in here alone, she was also just absolutely out of her mind horny, and you'd looked just about the right size to grab and stuff up between her legs. As she lunged for you, the critter you'd came here for came rushing out to get in the way. That really surprised you. It was still a horrible space monster, but apparently it recognized you enough to want to protect you. Unfortunately, it wasn't really built for it. The hot sexy single filling the whole area had long razor sharp nails and tore the poor thing in half the same way most of those critters' victims tore off their clothes when it changed them. All that weird slime inside it rained down on you in a gross sticky flood, and had some super weird interaction with your suit. Your breasts grew even more, real hyper-sized, and your gun reconfigured into something that looked like a T-shirt cannon that just launched... well, industrial-sized "personal massagers" when you fired it.
It only took a few of those to leave the MILF brain too preoccupied to deal with you, but as her legs started twitching she kicked some computers that seemed kind of important, and a big countdown started. You took the back way out, passing out shuddering rockets to all the space gangsters turned sex-crazed maniacs between you and the exit. The mission was a bit of a bust since you weren't able to recover the bimbo-making monster, but you took down a huge gang trying, so you'd still probably get paid plenty.
Not wasting any time, you jumped right into your ship, peeled off the flimsy coil of cloth your suit had become by the end of all this, shoved it into cleaning tube, and powered it on. That was more space bird technology. After every mission you just stuffed your suit in the tube, it purged out all the kinky "upgrades" from the vending machines, and turned it back into a nice proper set of straight up power armor. While it did its thing, you plopped yourself into your chair to start plotting a course back home, and really smacked your breasts into the controls.
You stopped. You looked down. You screamed. Somehow you'd been in SO much of a rush to be done with this mission, you'd forgotten to power everything down and get your body back to normal! You scrambled to get the suit out of the tube, but it was already back to being a badass formfitting set of armor. It should have still been able to get you back to baseline, but... you were too damn curvy to fit in the thing. When you'd gotten that "hyper" upgrade, your tits and ass had plumped up so much you just could not get into the thing to save your life.
You tried to convince yourself it wasn't hopeless. You could shed this weight, you could maybe get some sort of surgery to narrow these child-bearing hips. Maybe try some hormone treatment on the side... the real problem was you were always in the suit when you took a mission. If you couldn't get back in to collect, you might not get paid for this one... and you certainly couldn't take any new missions like this, so paying for everything you needed to get back to normal was going to be a problem.
Well, there was always stripping.
THE END