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At long last - new chapter. Sorry, but the frequency of updates depends on my mood and free time. And last weeks were brutal on both accounts.

Nothing special happening there, but I think the end result is quite acceptable

Suggestions are most welcome and please try to enjoy this mash of misplaced words.  😁

 

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Chapter 22 Various bits and more Tali

 

A little less than a day later
The Normandy SR-2, the captain quarters

 

I see”

“That’s it? Liara, she forced Miranda to eat the biggest tube of the nutrient paste. Shepard acted like some predatory animal from those human documentaries you had us watch” said Tali with a mix of annoyance and anxiety to the console portraying a chubby face of a familiar asari.

The quarian was sitting alone in the quarters, Elizabeth was currently training in lower decks. After the events of yesterday, she had sent a message to Liara, hoping for a video call. The new Shadow Broker had managed to clear a spot on her schedule which led to the current digital meeting. Tali just finished relaying recent events.

I’m sorry if I sounded dismissive, but that sort of behavior isn’t really out of place for Shepard. We both know she accepts quirks and backtalk, but only when they aren’t jeopardizing the mission. We both saw her react with the Goddess’s wrath when they do. What Miranda is doing is part of one, even if is an unusual one. And Liz’s right, it can bring unnecessary attention to us and even get us discovered. Thought the method for reprimand was unorthodox, I admit, but fitting, given the situation.” explained the doctor. Tali thought about it for a second and had to agree with Liara. 

She, herself, saw how Shepard reacted when anybody that worked her, purposefully acted in a way that was disadvantageous to their goal. It wasn’t pretty. She also saw Zaeed after he and Shepard sparred in aftermath of that missioning refinery, apparently, the commander had wanted to reinforce her point.

Still, the engineer had some doubts.

“I know, just… Shepard did this after Miranda started talking about well…us” added Tali.

The asari didn’t respond immediately, due to a large load of snacks stuffing her cheeks. Some could feel insulted at that, but Tali had gotten used to her friend's constant snacking, accepting it as a new norm during their stay on Illium. After treats had sided down Liara’s throat, her pudgy face smiled and gained a slightly melancholic look.

Yes, I suppose that could prompt this response

“Huh?”

“I didn’t broadcast it, but Shepard is very protective, ridiculously so” said the doctor. Tali shrugged.

“No offensive Liara, but everybody knows that”

Did everybody know that she made a matriarch relive on herself and myself scared that she actually may snap her neck, after said matriarch had made few less than flattering comments about my pureblood status?” asked Liara and put another cookie in her mouth, eating it quickly. Tali blinked that was news to her.

And there were more similar incidents, ask Garrus he saw one. I’m also sure that Liz politely apologized that you saw this

The engineer nodded slowly. Right after they had returned to their quarter Shepard calmly apologized that the quarian had to witness her actions. To be exact, she hadn’t apologized that she had force-fed Miranda.

I don’t think you need to worry. Since it is an important matter she’s going to address it later, but likely more discretely and calmly” reassured the young matron, just after swallowing the newest batch of sweets.

“Probably you’re right, but now Shepard found some strange device and said it’s for Miranda if she doesn’t listen”

Device?”

“I’m not even sure it can be called that. It’s just a wide container with some lever on top and a transparent tube on the opposite side. I’ve never seen anything like that” described Tali. At that Liara’s expression flickered, her hand stopped halfway with chocolate in chubby fingers. The quarian seemed to notice the tiniest hint of blush, but it could be screen malfunction.

I… believe I know what are you talking about. My employees had only a vague idea for what purpose they had been assembling set for Miranda, so they included a few… less than appropriate items, given that she isn’t a test subject. That device is used to deliver dense liquids and creams directly to the patient’s stomach” explained Liara slowly, for some reason briefly looking away. She finally crammed a piece of chocolate she had been holding and began to lick her fingers to remove the molten substance. 

“Oh…” said Tali as she felt warmth crept on her face.

Liz’ll likely bring it with her to get her point across without actually using it” commented the doctor a little too quickly and almost immediately put another treat in her mouth.

“She better not” nearly growled the quarian, an unexpected anger washed over her at the thought of “cheerleader” being fed by their commander.

The doctor looked at her with suspicion and gulped down the treat.

Tali… are you jealous?”

The quarian blinked, her mind going blank.

“Eh… no, of course not”

Mhm… so you didn’t want to be in Miranda’s place yesterday?” teased Liara with an infuriatingly calm smile.

“nn… No! Why would you think that?” said startled Tali, but the asari kept staring at her. Between their intimate relationship, and experience as information Liara had learned to read body language, even that of a quarian.

“I don’t…. Ok, fine!” said the engineer and angrily crossed her arms.

“So maybe I’m a little jealous Shepard did something like that with this perfect cheerleader. And maybe I would mind if we tried something more forceful in the bedroom. That’s all” admitted loudly Tali shooting an annoyed look at her friend. The heavy asari merely gave her a wide smile.

“Feeling better now with that off your chest?” asked Liara peacefully. The engineer was quiet for a few seconds before sighing deeply. She untangled her arms and leaned on the desk.

“Yes…Keelah… so I’m not worried about Shepard or Miranda. I’m just angry that I’m not the one being tied up” surrendered the quarian and with a quiet sound from her helmet, lied her head on the desk. 

And feed” added Liara. Tali looked up.

“I wouldn’t go that far”

Liara gave her a strange look but nodded.

“Have you talked with Shepard about your issue?” Liara changed the subject.

“Ugh, no. Every time we eat, Shepard just gives me that smile of hers and I focus on her. And she makes it feel so good” admitted the quarian with resignation. Unbeknownst to her, for a split second, Liara’s smile turned into a rather lustful smirk that looked completely out of place on her cherubic face.

I understand, believe me. As for your current conundrum, while I and Shepard never indulged in such activities, I’m more than certain Liz will happily comply if you suggest it” said Liara with a slightly teasing smile and popped a chocolate in her mouth.

Tali could feel her cheeks once again, but the heavy doctor’s words spoke true. This was definitely a course of action worth pursuing.

On another note, I watched al-Jilani’s interview. Both official and unofficial, I’m honestly impressed Shepard managed to hold herself back

“I know. Keelah, what a bitch” wholeheartedly agreed with Tali. None of the commander associates would blame her if she decided to deck the reporter. Even knowing that, given the first human spectre strength, such action would surely be lethal.

“And now Shepard is sparing and aggressively working out in turns, just to calm down. I know that journalists are supposed to be nosy, but that woman crossed every line. How does she have her job, let alone life?” complained he quarian, but she was right. What worse Liara had already received signals that Khalisah intended to perform “investigation” into Shepard. The journalist was but annoyance in the grand scheme of things, but even she could do some damage. Perhaps…

“While I don’t condone assassination only due to her poor work ethic, considering her fixation on Elizabeth I’ll try to hinder her” said Lara, an idea already forming in her mind.

 

 

***

 

Two days later
The Normandy SR-2, XO’s office

Miranda groaned as she finished another bar, lately, even their taste failed to soothe her nerves.

The last three days were even more filled with anxiety than the previous ones. After the “episode” with Shepard, seemingly nothing changed in the commander’s behavior. However, Miranda was waiting on something, she didn’t know what from Elizabeth. Attack? No, out of question, but she felt something akin to quiet before the storm.

During that time operative had kept herself busy with “paperwork”, which was interrupted by new medical exams to identify her “condition”. She even had a video conference with the Illusive Man, it had been a long time since she had been that worried about the quality of her acting skills.

All while stuffing her face full of those fattening MREs. Ugh.

When alone in her room Miranda always snacked as instructed with main meals, which almost always were leaving her almost immobilized. She practically felt how the outfit, one she had been forced to switch into, after outgrowing her usual uniform, was getting tighter and tighter every day.

Yet, Miranda kept eating those dreaded, body-destroying meals, after all, it was part of her mission. But despite Shepard’s warning she still wasn’t eating to her absolute limits. It was enough for her that a single serving could theoretically allow her to last for a few days.

Currently, the operative was cleaning her surrounding after the newest feast while struggling against her stuffed belly. That activity was interrupted by notification on her console – Shepard was asking for access to her quarters.

Miranda bit her lip. In light of recent development, she wasn’t looking forward to being alone with Shepard. However, she knew the commander likely will simply wait or outright override her lockdown, even ones she had placed completely independently from EDI. Who would have thought Shepard is such an apt hacker?

The operative unlocked the door and immediately the curvaceous woman entered. She was wearing her usual insignia-less uniform and calm, neutral expression. However there was an unknown element included, Shepard was holding a large plastic bag, that was full of unidentifiable content.

The commander walked up to her desk and sat on one of the opposing chairs without a word.

“Hello, Miranda. I’m sorry for interrupting but we need to continue our conversation from three days ago” said Shepard calmly, but without usual emotions. Miranda twitched.

“I wouldn't call, forcing the entire tube of sludge down my throat, a conversation” hissed Miranda with anger.

Then Shepard gave her a look and her wrath had been largely overpowered by another feeling, accompanied by a sucking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Completely inappropriate, considering how full it was.

“It was you who interrupted me with your… derogatory statements. And perhaps my actions afterward were a bit hasty. But that’s not why I’m here about. My points about your eating and status of this operation still are standing” explained the commander in a low tone. It was clear she was forcing herself to speak slowly and politely.

“I’m already eating like a pig what else do you want?” Miranda tried to protest, but the commander looked unfazed.

“I expect you to eat as much as is physically possible” replied Shepard seriously.

“As you know during the initial examination Chakwas put few implants in your abdomen. Small, dumb, the only thing they do is allow to see how full you are and how close your stomach is to rupturing "

Miranda winced, she knows about it, of course, but hadn’t used it. The commander continued.

"What you perhaps don’t know is a fact, that I have access to them and I’m less than satisfied with your performance so far"

"You…" stated angrily the brunette.

I chose to trust you and believe you are competent. But now acting like some holovid diva ”growled Shepard, her tone shutting up her conversationalist.

“Let me remind you, again, that all of this is for your sister and we cannot risk stopping at this point. For this all to work we need you fatter as soon as possible. That’s are the facts ” Shepard's words were like boulders, crushing Miranda. What's worse the blood-haired woman was truthful and right.

“However…” said the commander noticeably softer.

“… I have no intention of pretending to know what are you going through. Also, not unlike me, you have problems with asking for help. In light of those facts, I have a proposition "

Shepard leaned down and took something from her bag. Soon on the desk was some device with a tube attached to and a large jug full of something. After a second Miranda began suspecting what was before her.

“So, your generous offer is to treat me like a goose prepared for slaughter” hissed Miranda through her teeth, even as the reptilian part of her brain was scramming warnings.

“No. Seeing as you have problems eating to your limits I propose that I help you. Even if it appears humiliating, this will speed up the process and makes sure you don’t have to struggle to finish. If you wish we have stronger anesthetics prepared specially for this situation. But you need to treat this operation seriously if we are to succeed. Now, please just think about it calmly and logically” explained the commander without moving facial muscles, save for speaking.

Miranda wanted to scream in outrage, hell, she wanted to slam commander with all of her biotic might…

…but every instinct, every cell of her body was preventing her from doing that under the oppressive pressure oozing from the taller woman.

So instead the brunette clenched her teeth and began considering Elizabeth's words.

As time passed she come to a conclusion: unfortunately for her, the commander was right.

This operation was for her(well Oriana's) sake and, at this stage, scrapping it would arouse suspicion. Miranda had resistance to push her stomach to absolute limits and she refused to use stimulants. Shepard’s assistance, no matter how humiliating, would be beneficial.

The operative had also suspicion, bordering on certainty that her answer would only decide about how Shepard would go about pushing that greasy sludge down her throat. Her question was nothing but a matter of courtesy.

Miranda took a few deep breaths.

“Fine”

Sheppard only nodded.

“I’m happy to hear that, so chair or bed?” asked Elizabeth.

“Excuse me?” exclaimed Miranda in shock.

“Where do you want to proceed with funnel. Sitting in a chair or in bed?” clarified Shepard pointing at the set before them.

The brunette took a deep breath. Of course, Shepard would want to go directly to the matter at hand.

“Bed” replied the operative, trying to reign her anger, and slowly stood up. She walked to the bed, unbuttoning the remaining constraints on her dress. When Miranda sat on it there was only a bra remaining on her upper body. The harness seemed a little too small for the brunette’s large breast and formerly flat stomach had transformed into a lovely little pouch, currently visibly distended with food.

The commander appeared next to her with all the equipment.

Miranda lied down.

“So, what now?” asked Miranda fighting to maintain a calm(-ish) tone.

Shepard brought the end of the tube next to her mouth.

“Say aaahhhhh and stop me if I’ll go for the wrong hole” informed muscular female.

Fighting against her own defiance, Miranda slowly complied. She felt a plastic tube slid down her throat and a jolt of pain once it reached her stuffed middle.

Then the operative heard as Shepard began to use the lever and a second later, she saw the thick substance travel down the hose.

Miranda’s stomach was already painfully full, so she didn’t feel anything at first. But then the pressure inside her began to gradually grow. After over a minute what had been extremely uncomfortable become almost unbearable.

The brunette watched how her belly agonizingly slow was pushing higher and higher. Shepard kept mercilessly rotating the lever forcing more paste into the shorter woman.

Miranda’s stomach reached size and pain which was unreal for the brunette. At this point she started groaning, gesturing to the other woman to stop, but the commander didn’t even twitch.

“Calm down, I’m monitoring the situation and we’re on the finish” reassured Shepard calmly, which didn’t work at all. For a long while, Miranda tried to hold herself back, desperately grabbing the quilt. Then her resolve broke.

She tried to grab and pull the tube out.

That was a mistake.

Before the brunette even touched the hose, her hand was intercepted by Shepard’s and forcefully pressed to her chest and soon after further immobilized by the blood-haired female knee.

I’m… disappointed Miranda, I thought we had an understanding.” Hissed the commander in an inhumanly low tone. The knee remained, firmly pinning brunette to the bed, even as pale hand retreated back to the leaver.

“But since it first time I’ll let it pass. It clear we need to use more aesthetics. If there will be a second time there will be consequences”

With that, the lever began to rotate once again and agony started to grow. This wasn’t the worst pain Miranda had been in, but it was significant. That and the entire wrongness of her situation made it appear like some bizarre nightmare.

Miranda had no choice but to let Shepard continue. She watched as the muscular woman’s hands moved, pumping more fattening sludge into her belly. The brunette felt the skin on her middle stretching to its limit, seemingly ready to burst at any second.

Then Elizabeth’s omnitool flashed, she stopped feeding the brunette and glanced at it.

“We are done” informed the commander as if telling her about the weather. She released the hold on Miranda and carefully removed the tube. The operative couched few times after which her head fallen back on the pillow, breathing heavily but shallow.

The operative gathered strength and glanced at her middle. The terror made her face twist and knuckles turn white. Her belly, once an example of perfect genetics and lifestyle, was now, at least, the size of a basketball, taunt with thin red lines marrying it. Miranda snapped her eyes shut and tried to dismiss the disgusting image from her mind.

She hissed when something cold touched her overly sensitive middle. It was Shepard with that balm from T’Soni.

“Sorry, I don’t exactly have experience with it” apologized the commander. The brunette didn’t grace her with a reply, trying her hardest not to think about her abomination of a stomach.

A minute later, the substance was covering her belly's skin, soon after, the pain began dissipating and redlines seemed to fade. Miranda had to hand it to the asari, her cream worked miraculously.

Shepard stood up and started to clean. After a moment everything was almost in military order, even wrappers from her original meal were disposed of.

“That’s about it. I’m happy that we have it sorted out Miranda. And I’m sorry if I appear antagonistic towards you, but’s only for the sake of mission” said the commander, sitting next to her bag. Miranda clenched her teeth, the most infuriating was the fact that she was sure Shepard was completely truthful.

“Of course” responded the brunette, even managing to maintain a somewhat neutral tone.

“Good. Now, as I said do consider adding a bit more anesthetics and perhaps something else from Liara’s arsenal”

Miranda was assaulted by a jolt of dread. Appetite stimulants… she had read and watched what those substances could do. No

“Please contact me when you need help during the next meals. I would rather not have to learn about it from your implants.” asked, no, ordered the commander and stood up.

“I’ll see you later”

And with that, she exited XO’s quarters.

Miranda laid there in silence for few minutes, contemplating her situation. There was no safe method for her to withdrawn from this plan nor should she, this was after all a chance to free Oriana from their father. Apparently, Shepard could tell how much she ate or rather how close to the explosion she was. And according to her, she wanted Miranda to give her best, which meant pumping her like a balloon with fattening foods in order to turn in her into a whale, just like T’Soni. It was apparent that whatever the operative agreed to it or not, at this point, had no bearing. Shepard would have her stuffed to the absolute brim, even if it meant force-feeding her with that infernal contraption.

All of this led her to one, extremely accurate conclusion.

“Fuck”

 

***

 

Three days later
Captain’s quarters

Tali was in the mood for murder. As it stood, she contained enough bloodlust to make her crazy, shotgun uncle Wrex weep in pride.

Quarians in general weren’t warriors nor had a parchment for violence. They generally preferred technology to warfare. Tali wasn’t an exception to that particular rule, despite her prowess with shotgun and cyber-warfare. However, at this moment she was in the mood to bash certain someone's head in.

Why? – Shepard's and Miranda's arrangement. The awareness that this Cerberus bosh’tet captivated so much of the commander's attention, in such an intimate manner, beyond closed-door made quarian’s blood boil. Especially so, since her imagination was crating the wildest scenes playing in XO’s office.

Theoretically, she knew shouldn’t be so worried or jealous. Shepard had been very forthcoming about this arrangement, explaining everything after she had returned from the brunette quarter. Miranda didn’t seem any more amorous towards the commander, she even seemed to avoid her a little. Tali also knew Elizabeth wouldn’t be unfaithful to her, much less to Liara.

However, facts were one thing, imagination and jealousy another. It was even worse since Miranda had many advantages.

She was ridiculously beautiful, sexy, Tali would lie if she didn’t admit she thought as much herself. Beyond that Miranda was human, which opened the possibility of having biological offspring thangs to modern technology, something the quarian knew, Shepard wanted. Not to mention she didn’t share quarians's trademark, pathetic immune system.

And there was the final nail to the coffin – Miranda was getting almost visibly fatter by the day. Tali was painfully aware just how much her human adored adipose.

Sure, the quarian had put on several pounds, enough for her to notice, but it was nothing compared to the amount and speed at which the “perfect” woman was gaining weight.

So yes, Tali was jealous, extremely so and even the newly acquired M-44 Hammerhead hadn’t able to disperse her homicidal mood.

But she couldn’t kill Miranda for reasons.

There was a solution – the quarian had to make herself appear more attractive to her lover.

It's the first time delaying something works in my favor thought Tali as she swallowed digestives.

The engineer was sitting by the desk, waiting on Shepard, while looking at the automatic reports about Normandy’s performance. It was time in the ship’s day cycle when they both headed to sleep (Tali slept, Shepard?). She prepared a bit of equipment: a set of independent omnicusffs, a jug with that divine, dextro shake and that strange device, identical to one Miranda had been using.

The idea was simple, Tali did want to experiment a little, so along the way she would smuggle this feeding contraption to appeal to Shepard’s tastes. The engineer hoped it would get the commander's attention. Later, when she felt the threat from the brunette passed, the quarian would take away feeding accessories.

It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it suited her needs. Tali wasn’t exactly happy about the pounds she was about to gain due to it, but that didn’t stop her. It wasn’t like she was going to stuff herself like that during every meal or use the most calorie-rich substance available.

A few worries were stemming from hers and Liara’s conversation back on Illium, but the quarian disregarded it. The asari doctor had likely been extravagating, she had a knack for it, or tried to be extra careful. Tali's own words had obviously come from the anxiety she had felt at the time. None of it should be taken at face value.

Ultimately Tali had decided to just try and see what would happen. At worst she’ll end up just embarrassing herself.

The engineer was writing down ide how to further improve the ship’s efficiency when the tall, muscular, and extremely curvaceous woman entered the quarters, covered in sweat. Shepard was wearing a simple workout outfit, that tightly hung to her hard body.

 

The commander immediately noticed the engineer and smiled at her.

“You’re overworking yourself” commented the spectre and kissed the side of the helmet and went towards the shower. Even if she didn’t feel it, Tali wasn’t complaining.

“Hymp, look who is talking. Is that all for today?” asked the quarian with sarcasm and thoroughly enjoying the view of Elizabeth during disrobing.

“Mhm, you can turn on the field” answered the commander and went to the cabin.

Tali activated the satirizing field, which automatically closed the door to the quarters. Immediately, the colors seemed to shift a little as a weak static sound filled the air. The system first activated at full power, destroying all foreign microbes inside, then started to power down to the point which would spare elements that come from Shepard. At least at the level healthy to the quarian.

When all harmful elements were eliminated, Tali shut down the console and began carefully disrobing herself. She was moving slowly, quarians outside the Flotilla rarely had an opportunity to disrobe, plus it was a new suit.

The engineer was a little over halfway done when Shepard entered the main room, fresh from the shower. Tali completely forget what she had been doing as her entire attention focused on the tall, muscular, ridiculously voluptuous woman whose body still radiated humid heat. Shepard was wearing only black lingerie, giving the quarian an excellent view of bare skin.

Elizabeth noticed the engineer's state and smirked, deciding it was an excellent moment to stretch, raising arms to the ceiling. Tali’s mouth became akin to a desert as she watched rock-hard muscles shift, moving and squeezing divine orbs on the commander’s chest.

“See something you like, Miss Zorah?” said a seductive voice. The quarian nodded unconsciously and the human chuckled loudly. That broke the spell, Tali realized the situation and pouted.

”Show off” accused the shorter woman, but still ogled her lover from the corners of her eyes. Shepard gave her a wide smile and sat next to her. She helped the quarian remove the rest of the suit.

How is she so good at it? wondered Tali with mild annoyance as she watched Elizabeth undo the suit with superior speed and proficiency.

Their efforts resulted in the engineer standing naked next to the bed. A small blush surfaced on the purple face, she was still getting used to being outside her confinement and bare before the taller woman. That and a bit of feeling of inadequacy mixed in. Understandably, few women and asari couldn't help but compare their bodies to the commander. Tali had a nice set of B-cup breast, and a glorious, large, even among her species, hips, and butt. But she couldn’t help but compare herself to the voluptuous, amazonian figure of Shepard. Arguably Miranda's too.

Shepard was still smiling as she handled lingerie Tali and began putting the advanced suit into a proper container. Again, the quarian noted that she had a harder time putting on panties, than the first time when Liara had given them to her.

“Are you going to shower?” asked the commander as she peeled off the quilt to make room for them and layer down.

“I… already did” answered Tali, nervousness creeping into her voice when she realized what about to say. 

“Something’s wrong?” inquired the commander noticing her lover’s mood.

“No, no… it’s just… well” said the quarian and rubbed her hands. She took a big breath and sat on the bed.

“I… want to try something. I remember how you tied down Miranda and thought that we may… try something like that…”

Tali suddenly felt very stupid as she was telling it and pointing at the makeshift set she had assembled that she just had pulled from under the bed..The quarian hoped for some catastrophic failure to interrupt as her face burned.

Shepard blinked, after a few seconds, burst into a pearly(her version) laugh. In a blur of motion, she grabbed the engineer and brought her down, and pinned down her mouth with hers. 

Field and partial adaptation aside, I’m going to have fever tomorrow with that level of penetration noted Tali in the back of her head as Shepard was in process of liquefying her tongue and speeding up the process with her skilled fingers.

After alive the commander broke kiss allowing the quarian to breathe.

“So it’s true. It’s the quiet ones” said Shepard with a cheeky grin. Tali didn’t respond, she was too preoccupied trying to fill her lungs with oxygen.

“But those cuffs…I think we have something better”

The spectre practically pounced towards the shower. Soon, the engineer heard sounds of fabric being torn, and a second later, the commander was back with the largest towel reduced to thinner strips.

“If Miranda asks, Grunt ate it” said Shepard, winking confidentially and licked her lips, then with the smile, that made Tali feel hotter with every second, approached the bed.

Following minutes felt like a dream to the quarian. Elizabeth gently tied her hands widely to the bed, but in a way that Tali couldn’t move them. While her lower body was free in the face of the ginger's crushing, physical superiority, it was meaningless.

 

That alone was enough to make purple chest pulse rapidly, but then she was pinned down by a large, sexy mass of muscle. The quarian felt the commander's divine chest rubbing against her, but that day it wasn't the main stimuli. Pale hands and dark red lips were examining the smaller body much more forcefully than ever before with Elizabeth’s fingers squeezing with enough force for it to be painful sometimes. Every time Tali tried to squirm, move, gain any sort of advantage, Shepard swiftly corrected her.

And Tali loved it, ate it up, desiring it like a junky. 

In all of her, admittedly few, sexual experiences there hadn’t been such thrill included.

The quarian‘s mind was firmly engulfed in a fog of pleasure, the commander decided to take a more stationary position. With her hands fondling Tali’s thick thighs, immobilizing them and her head found its way just under her belly.

When the engineer felt Shepard’s tongue in her core, her moans transformed into shouts of ecstasy. Several following minutes the quatrain spent in maddening pleasure with pressure steadily growing inside her.

At the moment Tali felt the culmination was coming, Shepard stopped. She looked up, gave the smaller woman the sauciest look imaginable, and had the audacity to stood up.

Tali wiggled in desperation, but there was no way for her had to reach her lower body. Meanwhile, Elizabeth insufferably slowly was doing something with the jug above the dark-haired head.

“Shepard…” panted the quarian with desperation in her eyes. Then an end of a tube was placed in her mouth. 

“Tali… as your commander and girlfriend I need to make sure you aren’t wasting away. If you want to earn a treat you must eat like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you, Tali?” cooed Shepard, rubbing her cheek.

It took the engineer a second to understand the gravity of the situation and looked with pleading eyes at her torturer. There was only one option, she took it.

Tali began sucking on the tube like a woman possessed, and as soon as it reached her mouth, swallowing the paste. Seeing this Shepard’s grin widened even further, farther than it should be humanly possible, revealing abnormally sharp teeth.

“Good. Now, remember, you need to eat allll of it” purred Elizabeth and moved lower. She started to kiss, prod, poke and pinch the purple body. New waves of bliss began to wash over Tali’s mind, bringing her, again, to the brink of release.

However, the sadistic commander’s teasing was measured to keep just at the edge, but never allow the quarian the culmination, that she desperately sought. In light of Tali, began to gulp down the fattening sludge even faster. She fought against the small, restricting diameter of the tube and substance density so she could empty the container.

The maddening process lasted for about five minutes before the engineer was reminded just how thick the shake was. She hadn’t been hungry, to begin with, and now she was full. Still, it was nothing compared to the itch, that Shepard was refusing to scratch. 

So, the dense liquid kept flowing into her with unchanged speed even as the pressure inside her middle kept increasing. Makeshift ropes were strained, Tali’s arms were fighting, but to no avail. The quarian was doing everything in hopes of forcing her cruel lover’s hand.

Soon, her stomach became painfully stuffed, the gluttonous pain mixed with unfulfilled ecstasy into a sinful, hedonistic mix. Tali thought it was all for naught, that she would drink the fattening liquid until she burst, not experiencing release. Frustration and pain caused her eyes to start watering.

Then, out of nowhere, instead of dense substance she sucked sown air. Not a second later, through the haze, the quarian heard Shepard’s voice…

“Good girl”

…and felt her hand between her legs. That was the last thing she remembered, all remains of conscious mind gone. 

The commander did the promised deed, which caused Tali to spit out the tube, the sound she released likely heard in the vacuum of space.

Seconds later the engineer went completely limp on the bed, the only movement being the rapid movement of her chest. 

Shepard looked with satisfaction and love at Tali, she was very happy with the results. Carefully the commander untied the quarian and began cleaning her. 

"Soooo, did you liked it?" asked Shepard, now, calmly. Tali released only an illegible, but most definitely affirmative sound.

When she was done, the muscular woman that the engineer, stuffed and tired, already drifted off to sleep.

Still grinning, Elizabeth tucked her lover in and lied next to her, admiring her work, especially that cute, distended belly. Today’s development, while unexpected, was most welcome. Shepard was aware Tali was becoming more and more anxious, defensive towards her pampering, due to some silly, misplaced notions. But she was also aware of small, but noticeable improvement, namely an increase in her butt cheks size. The commander didn’t want to spook her, so she worked slowly, but this, this changed things and the muscular woman intended to take full advantage of Tali’s newfound kink.

This beautiful quarian was theirs hers, they she would make sure the engineer is pampered, safe, and well-fed. Tali was going to start growing ripe and round just Liara was.

Once everything is done it will be Shepard’s lovers only task. They will see to it

 

***

 

Hagalaz atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

 

Liara’s eyes opened lazily, with little lucidity in them. She checked the time, it was the middle of the “night”. Why was she awake?

A familiar sucking feeling accompanied by a growl emanating from her middle swiftly put end to her ignorance. 

The asari rubbed her soft stomach and licked her lips. She knew, of course, that theoretically, she shouldn’t eat at this hour, but considering her current aims…

The doctor managed to move to the edge of the king-sized bed, wobbling all the way. She winced a little when she stood up. Even if her check-ups had kept informing her that her joins were doing just fine, that didn’t mean Liara didn’t felt them when they had to support her large bulk. But the young matron didn’t have concentration or desire to use her biotics so she endured.

The doctor put a bathrobe over her large frame and began moving towards the kitchen area. As waddled she felt her flash jiggling, her meaty thighs rubbing and, of course, the increased load on her wide legs. Those sensations would have been disheartening a few weeks earlier, but now, the doctor fond them quite welcome. She only regretted Elizabeth wasn’t with her, watching.

At last, with some effort, Liara arrived next to the fridge. She opened both doors, revealing a plethora of foods, printed meals that the asari especially liked, vacuum-sealed dishes she had been having shipped to the base, and snacks that required lover temperature.

The young matron felt herself salivating and her belly released another impatient gurgle. She patted it and tried to choose what to eat, but it was hard. After some deliberation, she took two items, vacuum-sealed: a large pizza, that took the entire depth of the fridge, and a fruit cake.

The doctor unwrapped both and started with putting pizza in the heater. Then she sat by the table, cutting the cake into smaller pieces, her large bottom covered the entire seat with her fat cheeks.

The container with the treat was family-sized, but that didn’t even register in the asari’s mind as she began shoveling the snack to her eager mouth. As the obese doctor ate with appetite, her hands and face quickly got covered in crumbs and fruit-flavored smears. Halfway through the cake, Liara paused. She wasn’t full, Goddess, not even close, but it had become the doctor needed something to wash the food down.

The young matron smiled when she remembered what else was in the fridge. The asari quickly wiped her hands and with a grunt went to the fridge. From there the heavy doctor retrieved a 5 liter supply of chocolate shake, which she poured herself after returning to the abused seat.

Admittedly, it may not have been the best thing to wash down food with. The dark substance, just barely, wasn’t thick enough to classify as a cream. However, Liara didn’t mind as she guzzled down half-liter in one go and promptly started finishing off the cake.

Indeed, soon enough, a large, visible gulp traveled down the asari throat, and with that last piece of cake entered her gluttonous belly. She emptied another cup for a good measure.

Fighting drowsiness and gravity, the young matron approached the heater. The pizza had been made a while ago, but the device was programmed to maintain a dish at the proper temperature. Liara took a large circle to the table, while her nose was being caressed by a delicious smell.

The doctor promptly reduced it to the slices and promptly bit into one of those with delight. The pizza wasn’t fancy, just ham, mushrooms, and cheese, but it was no less delicious. At least Liara thought so when she was voraciously biting into a thin cake covered in a much thicker layer of topping.

Piece by piece the salty dish was being transported into the round belly. Liara chewed with delight, she had a weakness for this human dish, admittedly it was asari version. Like before, in between bites, the doctor kept helping herself to that delightful, chocolate-based substance.

With speed unfitting for someone her size, the obese asari finished with large pizza in a matter of minutes. She was happily licking her fingers from molten cheese, sauce, and grease. Once the majority of edible substances were removed from Liara’s chubby fingers she wiped them with paper towels and cleaned her face as well.

With a smile on her face, she patted her fat belly. With her munchies nicely sated, sleepiness once again was starting to get a hold of her. The doctor was getting ready to lift her bulk when she again took notice of a jug with shake inside. While Liara had been generously sipping on it, there was still more than two-liter remaining.

She should take it back to the fridge, but…

The young matron swallowed the saliva that had unexpectedly filled her mouth and reached for the container. With it firmly in her hands, Liara put the jug to her lips and tilted.

A stream of incredibly thick and tasty substance began to slide down the asari’s throat. The ex-archaeologist had learned to ignore swallowing reflex sometime during binges from last months, that ability proved useful as now, the dense liquid could flow

Liara could feel her stomach being filled and cold spread from it. Yet substance kept coming and coming, its amount and density making the process slow. Unfortunately even the most pleasant things come to an end. After several minutes, once a thin layer of shake remained on the container’s walls, the doctor moved it away from her lips and on the table.

“*BBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP*”

A loud, savage sound ripped through the air, but Liara didn’t even feel embarrassed. Instead, she felt satisfied, that she just had done a good job. The asari felt her soft belly, she had expected sloshing, but the concoction proved to be too dense. The young matron admired her work, her round, fat, and now sated belly, but then she felt sleep again.

After a minute of gathering strength, Liara managed to lift her incredible frame. She was brutally reminded of her weight but she bravely pushed towards her bed. The doctor clearly felt her shaking belly and had to compensate for even more weight in the expanded organ.

At last, she felled back into the bed, the reinforced item groaned assaulted by her adipose-filled body. Seconds later the doctor tucked herself in and with a pleasantly full belly began to fall asleep. But a thought assaulted her.

Liara did just enough food for three asari to have dinner as a snack. It was nothing compared to her usual meals nowadays, she knew she could eat far more. The doctor should have felt repulsed, but instead, she only enjoyed herself, almost to the point of arousal, especially when she thought about what Shepard would do with her flab after such a meal.

What about her ever climbing weight?

I can always lose it if I overshoot

 

***

 

The Normandy’s engineering deck, Over a week later

 

Tali was unusually carefully clicking on buttons on her console, part of her routine was being done in complete silence on her part…

“Damn, first Miranda now Tali? You need to be careful, Gabby or you'll start blowing up too”

…which couldn’t be said for other engineers.

“Shut up, Kenneth. Miss Lawson’s sick and Tali’s a quarian, for all we know it’s some sort of allergy” Gabby Daniels hissed furiously to her fellow human.

“Hey, I’m just saying, but you may be out to something. She hasn’t said a word today. Besides Tali’s still filling just in the right places, same with Miranda… HEY!!!!”

“What was that!?” growled Gabby giving Kenneth a painful jab in the ribs. They continued to squabble, but Tali ignored them. She… was... doing… engine diagnosis

It occurred to her, that she may be in a little over her head and her master plan had backfired a little. It wasn’t to say the engineer hadn’t accomplished her goals, quite opposite in fact. The quarian had been getting enough attention to completely forget her issues with Miranda. The thing was the overabundance of that affection may have been the problem.

Tali was certain she was going to the first quarian to die from orgasm(s). Since Shepard had learned of her fondness for… more forceful approach, the spectre had been shamelessly using the knowledge to arouse the quarian at every opportunity when quarian had no choice, but to submit. Like that time she was checking circuitry in that awfully tight vent or when they were in the mess hall.

Also using food to get tall beauty on board, might have been a gross miscalculation. Shepard had had the quarian stuffing herself, during every intimate encounter. What once was, but a part of the commander's desire to pamper her lover, had become full-on fattening. Keelah, sometimes after a meal, when Shepard decided that Tali was underfed, at the first opportunity, the commander dragged the quarian to their quarters and fed her. Often she didn’t even bother with the funnel, but activated the field and crammed solid foods directly into the shorter woman’s mouth.

And Tali hated how hot it was for her.

However, it wasn’t free of consequences. Seeing as Shepard’s wasn’t skimping on food’s “quality”, her weight, already increasing and slowly creeping up, had exploded. During those several days, she had grown enough that her expanded frame was becoming noticeable. Tali was painfully aware that her belly had softened, her butt and thighs were at least an inch larger than before her reunion with the commander.

The engineer was helpless in stopping the spectre. Worse, every time she thought about it, Tali was beginning to doubt if she wanted to stop it. Even though Shepard was finding more ways to kept her stuffed at all times.

Which brought her to the situation at hand, because her silence wasn’t caused by her mood or illness. Rather it was caused by a nutrient paste pouring into her mouth and an active neuro-stim.

Quarian’s suit could carry a reserve of such substance for emergencies. Apparently, her new one could hold much more of it, than the tube Shepard had forced into Miranda.

Earlier, soon after she started her routine, The quarian felt tube insert in her mouth and a jolt caused by neuro-stim. It had taken her a while to compose herself, but thankfully other personnel wasn’t within earshot. Despite, ahem, distraction Tali had managed to check her suit. Technically she could disable the feeding mechanism with some effort, but it was tricky. It was connected to nerve-stim in a way, that if the engineer messed up, consequences would be... interesting.

What's more, there was a message as well. In short, Shepard warned that she would activate it again as soon Tali disabled it and it would result in few weeks of celibacy. The engineer had regretted(not really) helping with the commander’s hacking skills.

So, there she was… having her belly filled with fattening substance while the itch between her legs grew. It was clear that the spectre had been the one to hijack her suit. The stim was adamant about driving her crazy without giving her release, at least until the quarian ate everything.

With no other choice, especially now when her mind was clouded by arousal, Tali endured. At the same time, she tried to do something which passed for actual work, but with failing results.

The quarian decided she needed an escape plan. She doubted she could control her voice once the tank emptied.

However minutes passed and nothing concrete came to her mind, while Tali tried to and sometimes successfully worked. But two different kinds of pressure kept growing inside her, without any hint of a pause.

The quarian felt legs starting to shake and checked the state of the container. With terror, she realized only the last remains of the paste were left. It meant soon her belly would be left alone, but also there would nothing her from using her voice and there was no doubt in the engineer's mind that Shepard had set neuro-stim to pick up the pace after she finished eating.

Carefully, not to arise suspicion, Tali turned and slowly started moving toward the exit. She successfully exited the room and entered the halfway that, luckily, was empty.

Now what??

The quarian leaned on the window overlooking the hangar. She felt the last bits of paste being crammed into her throat while her erogenous zones were being assaulted.

The engineer had to find some remote place or…there!!!

With the corner of her eye, Tali noticed Grunt in the hangar doing the routine Shepard and Wrex had assigned him. That meant his room was empty.

With all speed she could muster, Tali went to the room. It was surprisingly clean, save for a few lose weapons parts, holopads, and…action figures?

Tali postponed contemplating this finding, instead, she closed the door and with using the last bits of coherent parts of her brain informed EDI to shut down all systems inside on account of the quarian wanting to check some sensitive systems.

As soon as the AI complied, the woman slumped to the floor under the window. She squirmed like fish out of water under the mercy of her suit, simultaneously Tali tried to give her stuffed belly some room. The middle was visibly distended and not only thanks to the adipose the quarian gained during previous weeks.

Soon enough, the quarian swallowed the last of the paste and the tube retreated from her mouth. Immediately her cries were heard in the room and a second later it happened.

As predicted what was excruciating teasing became an obvious attempt on the purple woman’s life. The suit was actively trying to liquidate her brain with the sudden rush of, almost brutal, pleasure.

The fully covered body was rocking violently on the metal floor, accompanied by loud, orgasmic noises from Tali. Soon enough the quarian assumed a position that seemed almost impossible without breaking spine and with the last, loudest shout she went completely limp, falling to the floor.

The engineer laid there for several minutes, her chest moving heavily, but a little slower with each second. Soon enough, Tali felt another sensation, luckily(not) of the overly pleasurable kind.

The new cleaning system, did Liara know something like this could happen? They were together much longer…

She laid there for few more minutes, before carefully getting up. The cleaning had stopped, replaced by the suit’s gentle massaging feature. The quarian was still moving a bit wobbly, but she was gaining confidence with every step.

When Tali fully collected herself, she lifted the lockdown and promptly exited the room. The engineer had to start doing some actual work and there was no telling when Shepard’s adopted krogan would return.

As she walked the quarian felt this newfound sway in her lower body and the weight of fattening paste in her stomach.

I really need to talk to Shepard.

 

***

 

Several hours later
The Normandy SR-2, Captain’s quarters

Tali just exited the lift, in a fairly good mood. After the “incident” in engineering, the day passed both productive and, surprisingly, calm. Shepard, alongside her team, explored few suspected locations planetside. It had required a fair amount of documentation and, again surprisingly, very little violence had been involved.

The only thing Tali was dissatisfied with was the fact that, despite the enormous load of paste that had been forced into her, she still had eaten full portions during following meals with no problem. By full portion, she means about twice her usual portions before the quarian reunion with the commander.

The moment the engineer entered the room she imminently spotted the torturous human sitting by the desk in a sleeveless shirt and military trousers working on a console.

You are an evil, evil person” exclaimed Tali without any welcomes. The taller woman turned to her, leaned on the desk, and gave her that insufferable, smug smile of hers.

“Why Miss vas Normandy. I thought we had long since established that. And that you love it

Tali crossed her arms and huffed, looking somewhere else than stupidly sexy ginger.

“Oh, c’mon, we both know that you enjoyed that, especially given the circumstances,” said Shepard and revealed her abnormally sharp teeth.

“You know it’s not about. Shepard, I do enjoy your, ahem, more creative ideas, but that’s little overboard and well there’s that other thing…” 

As she was talking Tali was becoming nervous. For some reason, the thought of forbidding… well discouraging…no… strongly suggesting against the muscular woman’s kink, was making the engineer feel a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and it wasn’t hunger.

“… could you put a brake on food. I mean I’m getting…” fatter “…bigger and people are starting to notice”

Tali winced internally as she saw a smile disappear from Shepard’s face, but the commander only remained silent. A few seconds later it reappeared, the commander even chuckled quietly.

“How about you go to shower, I finish here and we’ll take. To be honest, there are few things I wanted to explain and I got something interesting to show you” proposed the commander cheerfully. Tali looked on her with suspicion.

“Fine, but no funny business, only talk” the quarian warned. The human raised her hands in surrender, still grinning.

Seconds later the colors in the room shifted a little, due to the field, and with the pale woman’s help, Tali undressed. Soon she was in the sower assaulted by streams of chemically clean water.

Tali admitted that long showers were a guilty pleasure of hers. Real showers were an unattainable luxury back at Flotilla, a sign of excess. Admittedly, nowadays Tali had full access to many similar luxuries and her lovers kept providing her with more.

With regret, the quarian disabled flow of water, dried, and clothed herself. She grimaced when putting on, suspiciously not tight and clearly larger, set of lingerie. Apparently, Liara had supplied them with several sets of various sizes.

Then again it's better than trying to squeeze in previous ones  the engineer admitted with resignation.

She went back to the main room, this time everything was back in its place. Maybe not in the orderly fashion would expect from the former military, but Tali knew Shepard could find anything.

The commander was lying on the bed with datapad in hand and in her usual practical lingerie. However, the quarian noticed several, rather large bags on her side of the bed. Fortunately, there was no sign of their usual…ah…accessories.

“We were supposed to talk. What’s all of this?” accused half-seriously quarian and pouted. Shepard looked at her and chuckled.

“We're going to. But I want to show you some recordings and bed’s the most comfortable place” informed the commander with a smile and patted the place next to her.

Tali huffed but complied. Immediately the taller woman embraced the quarian with one arm. The engineer felt a five-digit hand near her enlarged bottom, but seeing as her head was partially resting in Shepard’s enormous cleavage, she decided it was an acceptable compromise.

Soon after small portions of the walls moved, revealing projectors, and, soon after, a large, eezo based screen appeared. Tali had to hand to the Cerberus quality of their products, it was completely nontransparent.

“You see, a few weeks ago Liara sent me an interesting vid, and several more since. I think she’s afraid I forget about her with you at my side. Our doctor needn’t worry, but I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. Let me show you some and please don’t interrupt” explained Shepard with a saucy smile, but Tali didn’t understand much of it.

The screen blinked and showed…Liara?

Yes, it was the asari doctor. She was only in lingerie and sitting by the table, but there was no mistaking it. Tali could see her face her large breast that almost had smothered her once, her enormous, strangely alluring and delightful to hug, round belly, those arms puffed with fat quite apt as pillows, and beautiful, pleasantly swollen face.

The quarian noted two things: one - recording wasn’t done immediately after their departure, the asari didn’t change drastically but there was definitely a bit more of her. Second, despite her large appearance, the blue-skinned archaeologist in a such state did prompt a rush of arousal inside her.

Liara seemed to start eating a meal with her usual brand of appetite and manners fighting for dominance.

“Let’s skip the beginning” whispered the commander.

The image blurred and Tali saw it, it was still Liara, but…

“Keelah…”

The doctor abanded all notions of a civilized meal, instead, she was shoveling food inside her mouth with a passion. Somehow, very little of it was escaping her, the asari wanted food too much to waste it.

The video ended with the young matron releasing an enormous burp, her formerly soft belly, taut with food and remains of edible substances around and on her.

Tali didn’t believe her eyes, she knew the doctor could really get into eating but this…

“What…What’s this su…”

“Ssshhh” interrupted Shepard softly.

“Watch there’s more”

Next video – similar, this time finished by the obese asari finishing enormous container of some creamy substance, bigger than any of the paste-containing tubes, which Tali had emptied.

Next, Liara was tearing large steaks with her teeth. Another one, the doctor was stuffing her face with some sauce-covered pasta.

Another, some thick soup.Yet another - dumplings

Tali watched a stream of those gluttonous displays with wide-opened eyes and gaping mouth. That felt surreal, but... wasn't too out of Liara's recent behavior.

Meanwhile, the obese asari on the display was eating and eating, mindlessly filling herself with fattening food, often enough for thin lines of purple stretchmarks to appear on her blue skin. And the sounds… Tali was now somewhat familiar to some of them but she had thought they were reserved to the bedroom.

At the same time, two details got her attention. The timestamps showed that each video was just a bit longer than the previous. Second, Liara from the latest clip was fatter than Liara from the first.

Finally, the hedonistic show ceased and projectors retreated. It was just then Tali realized that she was panting and sweating.

“W…Why did you show me that?” mumbled the quarian and looked at the human.

Shepard looked inhuman, Tali didn’t know why but it was a fact, be it due to that hungry gleam in her eyes, or smile that was cross between saucy and predatory.

“Simple I wanted to show you Liara embracing her lifestyle” purred the commander.

Tali blinked.

“Lifestyle? But…” 

“We talked about fifty more pounds total” again interrupted the spectre with a hint of amusement/mockery(?).

“Tali you saw it. Do you think that was someone just someone bulking a few pounds? She did probably let loose on account of making a recording for me, but it was all her, she loved it. Our shy doctor became quite the delightful glutton, didn’t she? I can’t wait to see her in flesh” said the commander in that low, echoing tone of hers. Tali practically could feel her shaking with anticipation.

“Liara’s going to grow much bigger and, she wants it, even if she's denying it now. Miss T’Soni adores it and couldn’t stop herself, even without my help”

Then the pale-skinned being shifted her position. She was then hanging above quarian, one leg on each side, one arm supporting her, and the second one cupping purple face.

Looking at her, Tali felt very small and fragile.

“And I hope that soon enough you’ll learn to love it too” said Shepard and kissed her forehead.

A foreboding feeling surrendered the quarian. She wanted to protest, but the spectre continued and the engineer didn’t dare to interrupt.

“You see all of this was new to me, but never before I had felt a thrill like the one, Liara’s new body is giving me, and watching her grow bigger is just…”

Shepard clenched her (far too)numerous teeth in the middle of a wide grin and sucked in the air, failing to find an appropriate adjective. Then she leaned to the side of the bed and grabbed two bags.

“You, Tali are beautiful, lovely. But every time I look at you I realize just how much more you could be”

 

The commander took a container from the bag, one of many.

“I thought would need to ease you into it, make you more accepting of it. However last weeks proved that I don’t need to”

“You Bosh’tet!” Tali finally managed to find a voice.

“I… I don’t like getting fat, it’s… I mean Liara doesn’t look bad, but… and you wanted to “ease” me into it?! I won't be playing some twisted game!”

Her lover’s outburst didn’t affect Shepard in the slightest. She kept grinning and putting food containers on the bed.

“Tali, if it’s a game, it’s yours. After all, don't you love to for me to take reins, to have yourself completely in my control?” questioned the commander, looking directly into pale eyes.

“I… well…” stuttered the quarian and her face changed color into a much darker shade when the spectre so bluntly brought up her weakness.

“That’s why, you’re going to eat, gorge, and then grow big and ripe. You’re going to do it because I’m telling you to and that’s why you’ll love it” explained the commander with a look of apex predator and voice equally alluring as terrifying

“Of course you can say no, but for now…”

Long, pale fingers guided a three-digit hand to a newly open container, to cake inside, to be exact. The treat found itself next to the quarian’s mouth.

“…eat. I even put all meds inside, even a bit of appetite stimulants. Now open wide”

Shocked, Tali was infinitely slowly opening her jaw. Then with a slight nudge cake was crammed inside the engineer's mouth. She chowed like an automat and swallowed.

Shepard handed her another piece of food, also something sweet. This time, Tali needed less help. This procedure continued, soon enough the quarian was grabbing food herself.

“Good girl, now don’t hold back” whispered the spectre like a demon of seduction(as if they were something so pathetic) as she placed more dishes before her lover and rubbing her in various areas.

Under Shepard’s eye, Tali was speeding up. She kept stuffing herself with food, almost too fast for her to swallow. The quarian’s mind didn’t even register what she was eating, it was too focused on following the demands of the entity looming over her.

The bags were consequently emptied, but Tali, unfortunately, didn’t have quite the experience Liara, or even Miranda, had when it comes to feasting. Even with aid of chemicals, the quarian hit her limit much earlier than either of those.

Still, the commander appeared to be quite pleased when looking at her lover. The engineer’s belly distended considerably, roughly to the height of handball, in few places acquiring purplish-red tint. The poor quarian was panting heavily, seemingly still in the trance.

The spectre took a bottle of cream from the smallest bag and began putting it on a stuffed belly. Tali gasped from contact with the cold substance, however as the massage progressed her deep breach started to resemble moans.

The quarian couldn’t help herself. Whatever Shepard was putting on her was taking care of unpleasant feelings and made this strange warmth spread through her. The pale fingers dancing on her sensitive skin, with a surprising amount of skill, only fueled the fire.

Once Shepard finished, she wiped her hand, cleaned all the containers, and took care of all crumbles on the bed, using a small, handheld vacuum. In the end, she even cleaned her lover’s hands and face.

“I think it’s a nice start. And since you were such an obedient girl, I think you deserve another treat” purred the blood-haired humanoid.

At this moment Tali felt familiar fingers in her core. She yelped but was quickly silenced by the commander’s lips. It was a good move seeing as the volume of moans that followed would surely wake the rest of the ship.

 

***

 

Little over a week later
The Normandy SR-2, approaching Aite
XO’s quarters

 

Miranda felt like gritting her teeth and rip out her locks out but was too weary with the situation so she only sighed. The operative had just finished her massive meal and was waiting for the commander to come with the dreaded equipment. Meanwhile, she was inspecting the damage done to her body during the last weeks.

Whatever was in those meals, they made her blow up like a balloon. Once an example of (supposedly) perfection, she was now approaching the weight of 250 pounds. Though the brunette had to hand it to T’Soni, whatever cream she had provided to the former Cerberus to put on her skin, it prevented strechmarks, that would unavoidably appear otherwise.

Her belly, months ago resembling a board with an outline of muscles, now looked like a meaty pillow, already looking ready to split into two separate, thick rolls. However, now the majority of her gain seemed to focus on her curves. Her breasts were already overflowing her bra, and it wasn’t one of her original ones, no. Miranda had been forced to borrow lingerie from the commander, seeing as the tall woman had used to be easily the most curvaceous female aboard. Hell, nothing in her wardrobe, at least nothing appropriable, fit. The operative was forced to wear general Cerberus uniforms, at least until they reach civilization.

However, it was clear that, unlike Shepard whose even the softest parts seemed to be made from firm meat, Miranda’s own curves were much softer. Although she had to admit her perfect genetics were making an admirable job of fighting off against gravity and keeping everything tight. It was both a relief and a slap to the face.

Same with her bottom. The operative’s bottom could be soon hailed as the biggest on the ship, if not for Zorah, who started putting on pounds and it was clear that almost all of it was going to her ass and legs.

Of course, the rest of her body followed the suit. Her legs, especially thighs, widened, upper limbs softened as well.

The perfect Miranda Lawson has bingo wings the thought was making her want to laugh and cry simultaneously.

Her face, already adorned by rounded cheeks was clearly affected by extra pounds, but not extremely so. The operative was relieved second chin hadn’t visibly formed.

Hardly an upside, seeing as it’s only a matter of time before I develop it. And why is the quarian blowing up? Is this because of Shepard, but why… no

Miranda shook her head cutting the train of thought and opened a recently viewed file on a console and swept the remaining wrappers. It didn’t matter, especially considering opportunities provided by Shepard and T’Soni. Thanks to asari’s contacts and her own knowledge about Cerberus, she managed to gather an incredible amount of information about it.

The brunette closed her eyes. She understood the need for sacrifices, but the lengths to which the Illusive Man was willing to go were… unacceptable.

At that moment the commander entered the room. They exchanged brief pleasantries and got to the matter at hand.

Clenching her fists, Miranda allowed Shepard to put a tube inside her throat. As much as she hated it, the brunette had accepted that it was the best course of action. Besides she couldn’t stop the spectre if she tried to.

The commander grabbed the jug with a fattening concoction and…

“THE FUCK!!!”

The commander and the brunette glanced at the source of the noise. Few meters from the entrance was standing a familiar, bald, tattooed, and almost naked, woman with a look of disgust on her face.

I forgot about lockdown realized Miranda with terror. She wanted to shout but the hose inside her prevented that.

Jack looked ready to bolt from the room, but Shepard was quicker. The tallest female activated the lockdown via her omnitool.

“Let me the fucking out Shepard! Whatever kinky shit you and tubby are into, I…!”

YOU need to shut up” interrupted the blood-haired woman, swimmingly teleporting next to the convict.

“Now, you’re going sit down and remain quiet while we finish. Is that clear?”

“Like FU…”

IS THAT CLEAR” repeated Shepard, she didn’t shout. But her voice felt like it had some terrible force behind it.

Jack grumbled but sat down with crossed arms. The spectre walked back to Miranda and continued like nothing had just happened.

The brunette wanted her to stop, make Jack go away, but by now she knew better than argue with the commander when she was in a such mood.

Instead, they proceeded like normal, Shepard began pouring the fattening cream inside her stomach. Unlike other instances, they were being entertained by various profanities muttered by the tattooed female.

Minutes later, when Miranda’s belly felt ready to burst, the commander pulled the hose away from her mouth. The operative was still catching her batch when Elizabeth finished cleaning and applying balm to her belly.

The pale woman straightened herself and glanced and Jack.

“I’m going to go planetside and I need to prepare. I trust that Miranda can explain everything, and you'll both behave in a civilized and discrete manner” informed the commander in tone dryer than drells homeworld and simply walked out.

The former Cerberus glared at the convict.

“Later” whizzed Miranda and pointed angrily at the door.

Jack’s face was cross between grimace and disbelief.

“Fuck. This. Shit”

 She abruptly stood up and angrily waving her arms the convict ran out of the office.

As much as she hated it, Miranda couldn’t deny the accuracy of her unwanted guest's comment.

 

***

Meanwhile
Captain’s quarters

 

Tali was doing the last adjustments to her omnitool’s and suit’s software. Thanks to what little TIM disclosed and (mostly) intelligence prepared by Miranda they had an idea of what they were heading into.

Hijacked geths – Tali decided to take every precaution. She may be a resident expert on automatons, but there was no telling what Cerberus and that VI did to them. The quarian preferred to avoid any surprises.

Like having several liters of goo forced into my throat thought the quarian with annoyance and hint of resignation. Last week had felt like drifting through an asteroid field with full speed and no power. No control, even if they settled into some bizarre routine.

Shepard kept her word and, somehow made sure that almost everything in Tali’s life resolved or included eating. When the commander was available, she always made sure meals were private and left the quarian on the verge of exploding. Admittedly, Shepard rarely did feed the shorter woman, instead, with tender words and touches, made sure Tali that stuffed herself.

Other aspects of her life weren’t unaffected. The blood-haired woman decided to take full advantage of the quarian's suit’s features. At every opportunity, she refueled the tank with paste so her lover’s belly could be filled at any moment.

Tali could now, partially, control the flow of the substance, but after some time without vocal communication on her part, it started automatically. Of course, the commander dialed down the neuro-stim, so it didn’t get in the way, but the module was active every time the quarian was eating.

And that was the crux of the matter. Every meal, normal or automated, was starting to seriously blur together with pleasure. Her sadistic lover sometimes called her on private line during such feedings to further fuel her arousal.

What’s worse it wasn’t just simple physical stimulation or dirty talk. No, it was much worse. Shepard played on her deepest desires, dare she admit, her kinks. The commander provided warmth, feeling of safety, love, but expected obedience and if necessary made Tali obey.

There was no pain involved, neither woman found pleasure in it. However, the spectre proved read to pin down her lover or tie her down to have her way. And the quarian woman was more than happy to completely surrender herself to the powerful woman's mercy.

That’s why Tali couldn’t… no she could. That’s why Tali didn’t actually want to stop the commander’s actions. That’s why she kept eating, gorging, and let herself being fed.

Such a lifestyle wasn’t without consequences. Quarian’s as a race didn’t have especially high energy requirements. They had used to need a little fewer calories than humans, but after centuries of poverty, their bodies learned to function with even less. If the current onslaught of fattening foods continued Tali would soon enough catch up to Miranda, who as a human biotic, needed much more fuel to function.

The fact that Shepard relished every new pound on the poor engineer frame wasn’t helping either.

A signal from her omnitool interrupted the philosophical debate.

Tali’s face furrowed, it was the secure line. Not from Liara, but still using serious encryption.

She routed it to the console and entered security codes. Soon on the display appeared the face of asari. Tali knew her if only briefly, that expressionless face belonged to Liara’s head commando, Eristena.

“Miss Zorah. I’m sorry, but there matter that may require your attention. Are you familiar with a quarian female going by the name Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya?” asked the muscular asari going straight to the point.

“Mmm...Yes. Not too well, she was older by two years, but we met few times, mostly when we were younger. I only know that her family didn’t hear from her in over two years, but that’s about it. Sorry, but what's it about?” said the chubby quarian with interest. Indeed, as far as she heard the woman in question was another quarian lost during the pilgrimage.

“We have a highly seated Eclipse member, Cerithia T'mivus that wants to retire and offered us invaluable data in exchange for help. She is supposedly cooperating with Naenn, but nobody saw the quarian. As a conitionton to even begin talks T'mivus asked for confirmation that you work with us and asked to relay the question for this purpose. If the answer is satisfactory, the matron is willing to start cooperation. While the situation is suspicious, certain data from her and Lady T’Soni’s intel seem to reinforce her credibility. If T'mivus claims are true, we could get in possession of materials allowing to control Eclipse or even absorb them altogether” explained the commando with a plain face, but it was huge. If Liara’s organization could gain Eclipse resources…?

“I understand. So the message is…?” asked the engineer.

“I quote ”From who did we three steal smeek from and whose idea it was?” said Eristena with a perfectly bland face. The innocent question imminently brought up an embarrassing, childhood memory Tali thought to be long buried.

“First of all, we didn’t steal, we just took compensation. That bosh’tet Shana kept taking our fruit portions. Second, it was my idea” almost shouted the flushed quarian.

“I see. I’ll pass it along” corners of asari’s mouth seemed to twitch as she replied, but overall she remained unfazed.

“Ahem, of course. If it’s really Zoma, please inform me. I’ll pass the information to her family. And be careful” said Tali, composing herself.

“Of course ma’am” replied Eristean and cut the connection.

Tali leaned on the chair, deep in thought. She placed her hand on her thickened belly and rubbed it.

Keelah… I wonder if Liara’s also have to deal with such mess?

 

***

 

Hagalaz atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

 Around the same time

 

“*BURP*”

A small burp ripped the air in the base main control room, followed by a small slapping sound.

The source of the sound disturbance was an unusual asari in the middle of the room. Unusual because she took space that normally would be reserved for at least two average asari.

It was nothing strange really, seeing as Liara, easily outweighed three average members of her species put together.

The young matron was half-sitting, half-lying in a special, large, hi-tech armchair that comfortably supported her bulk and possessed various useful features. Liara was wearing rather strange for an asari outfit: a, clearly, human-made, dress trousers, and a plain loose shirt, all of it big, stretchy, and comfortable. But even those garments weren’t able to hide’s their over’s figure, then again they weren’t supposed to.

Outline of large, surpassing in size a melon, breasts supported by clack bra. Forearms transformed into tight bingo wings, which were tightly surrounded by short sleeves. A beautiful, round belly, too big to be fully contained by the shirt and was pouring over the asari’s crotch and at its lowest parts sparingly marred by adorable dimples. The armchair’s footstool supported meaty, swelled with fat legs, whose thighs were wider than Liara’s waist three years ago. Belly and legs were connected by wide hips, from which sprouted, currently covered, large buttocks that were the size of the ripest pumpkins. Her face was affected little, relatively, fat covered her cheekbones and rounded features. Under the face was a sizable layer of fat that had to yet form a second chin. The ever-shrinking neck took the appearance of a thin fold that connected the head to the wide, upper area of the torso.

The doctor was surrounded by displays and keyboards, arrogated in a way that gives her access to everything with minimal movement. Of course, Liara had also an easy reach to various snacks ranging from chips and donuts to fruits and vegetables.

Currently, only one hand, which fingers were starting to resemble sausages, was typing. The second one, after patting her dutifully digesting stomach, was placing an elastic straw into Liara’s mouth, to give her access to a large supply of a coffee-flavored shake.

The young matron was in a good mood. She had gotten the hang of her new position and the majority of her core projects and activities were going well. What’s more, in the last few days, she could allow herself a more relaxed environment. Normally Liara cut down on snacking, wore a dress, and behaved herself in a more official manner on the account of Ferron.

The drell, now physically good health, had taken off to establish an emergency base. Additionally, it would do him well to mingle amongst normal people after months in confinement. He needed it

While the doctor had quite a few reservations about it, but she took all security measures and decided that she may as well use that opportunity.

So the dress remained in the wardrobe, in its place the doctor wore her current clothes. Official posture was replaced by the most comfortable position the asari could find.

Most importantly, occasional snacks had become a stream of tasty treats, constantly going down her throat. Liara adored stuffing her face with various delicacies and she kept her belly full to the brim.

Further surrender to her gluttonous urges wasn’t without consequences. Those last days the young matron could practically feel herself getting heavier.

And that too was bringing her quite a bit of excitement.

Well… I probably just imaging things, though I surely gained some weight mused the asari as she grabbed the hole-less daunt with filling or, as Shepard called those,“pączek”.

Goddess, I wish Shepard was here

In some ways, the current separation was even worse. After all, the commander was alive and well only their duties stopped them from spending time together. That brief time back on Illium was great, it felt like what could be if there were no Shadow Broker or Reapers. And besides missing domestic bliss, Liara knew that Shepard would enthusiastically celebrate and worship every new fold, dimple, and new inch of fat on her body. The young matron didn’t know how much had changed during those weeks as she had promised to wait at the commander to check it, but the doctor knew she was fatter.

Then there was Tali…

The doctor still had somewhat mixed feelings about this arrangement, but by the Goddess, the quarian approach the subject with gusto. The engineer didn’t appear to be bothered by her flabbier body, she even seemed to find it attractive.

At least, the former pilgrim actions in bed seeamed to indicate so...

Liara wondered how she would look if Tali put on few pounds. Speaking of…

The doctor licked the frosting from her fingers, second hand already summoning file. During her sleep, the obese asari received an encrypted, but low-priority file from Shepard. She summoned her file.

“By the Goddess” exclaimed the doctor and her cheeks turned purple. Inside was several pictures of her quarian friend. Nothing explicit but still quite… stimulating.

There were two exceptional ones. The first one showed Tali asleep with a beautiful belly distended with food. The second image had captured the back of the quarian, focusing on her magnificent bottom.

Liara, who had gotten quite well acquainted with that pair of those, fairly magnificent, buttocks, could, with certainty, say that they had grown by a quite significant, lovely margin.

The doctor licked her suddenly dry lips and read a short message.

Thanks for the equipment” and kissy-face.

I wasn’t terribly subtle with it, was I? But those pounds do look great on Taliand Shepard agrees. I do wonder how bit she’ll get…

Liara closed the file and popped a piece of candied, thessian, fruit into her mouth.

She'll examine those photographs more closely, later… in bed.

 

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Damn dude, Liara is getting huge. All that's missing is Shepard putting a baby in her.

 

And Miranda needs to get with the program on gaining. Right now, Shepard is focusing too much on making her afraid not to gain instead of making gaining enjoyable. Hopefully Jack can help with that...

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I thank you all for such positive comments and I apologize this chapter will likely be a bit of a letdown for you.

It was supposed to contain much more of Jack and Miranda, but it ended being so long I saw no reason in continuing without posting. I wrote it because, I wanted to try a less detailed, more concentrated form of storytelling - please write what you think about it and if you notice any glaring flaws. Two - I'm a huge fan of Ray-Norr's art and since I started writing I wanted to incorporate some ideas based on it. Hopefully, you won't need to read too deeply into it to notice it.

I hope that you find this chapter will at least worth glancing at and I promise the next one should have much more of the growing cheerleader and her tattoed nemesis.

 

***

 

Chapter 23: Is…is that Interlude?

 

Two days later
XO’s office

Miranda typed on the console looking for useful data. While Shepard and her team were managing down at Aite, the situation was dangerous, to say the least. There was no telling what else this “Overlord” had in store for them. How this situation had been allowed to happen, was a rabbit hole down which the brunette didn’t want to go into for now.

The ex-Cerberus heard the door’s opening and grimaced for a second. It was none other than Jack.

The tattooed woman had an expression clearly stating that she would prefer being anywhere but that office, however the convict kept walking.

Miranda took a deep breath and assumed as neutral pose as she could force herself.

“Jack, to what do I owe the pleasure ” asked the operative and her voice almost wasn’t dripping with sarcasm.

The convict stopped before her desk and crossed her arms with a snort.

“Bite me, cheerleader. Unless you’re too busy munching on fast food” mocked Jack.

The brunette felt her temper rising, but refused to take the bait. She stared at the thin woman in silence.

“…fine bitch. I wanted to talk about what you gave me” begrudgingly explained the bald female.

“I suspected as much. Sit down and I…”

“And what the hell, happened last time with Shepard?!” exploded Jack and slammed down her hands on the desk.

The heavier woman managed to squash her mighty desire to slam the degenerate across the room.

“Sit down. And then I will answer” said Miranda carefully through her teeth. Jack snorted, but sat down on a nearest chair and crossed her arms.

“So… what the fuck happened when I was there last time? I thought it was some freaky foreplay, but you clearly got no action. Besides it’s not like you need more food tubby” asked the tattooed woman, still mocking. Miranda closed her eyes for a second, she felt exploding at any second.

“Do you want an explanation or not? Because I’m perfectly happy sitting here in silence” replayed the brunette. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“*tsk*…fine cheerleader, don’t get your panties twisted. I’ll be proper”

Miranda calmed herself, somewhat, and in short, simple words she explained the operation to further secure Oriana from their father. The operative explained laughs and mockery, but Jack just looked like she just ate a lemon.

“So you’ve been eating like a pig to help cheerleader junior? But what it got to do with Shepard making you into a balloon?” asked the convict. 

“To answer the first question – in general, yes. Shepard has been… helping me use the eternity of my stomach capability, which is hard on my own” Miranda explained begrudgingly.

“You just said, you got a shitload of drugs from Shep’s ex for that” pointed Jack with squinted eyes.

“Yes, but those can have prolonged and strong effects. There’s no point risking that” replied Miranda with annoyance. She really didn’t want to drag this topic further.

“So you want to make your daddy angry, but you’re don’t want to fatten this blow-up doll body you got from him. You’re making about as much sense like always, Miranda” commented Jack and snickered.

The brunette was about to bark something off but stopped herself in track. That degenerate did have a… point(?)

“*Ahem* For what reason you came in for originally. Because I doubt you wanted about my dietary habits” Miranda changed the subject.

“I want to know why you, the Illusive Fuck's right hand decided to work for Shepard. I don’t believe that you just suddenly grow conscience” said Jack strongly.

Miranda didn’t want to explain this, but she did. This time the brunette did receive laughter.

“…haha…they fucked you. They fucked you good. Haha…”

Miranda listened to laughter mixed with various profanities for a minute before interrupting.

“Do you want anything else or can I return to doing something productive?” asked the annoyed operative.

The bald woman managed to stifle her laugh but still spotted a satisficed, mocking grin.

“Hell yeah, I do. But I’m gonna get smashed after what I heard. Bye princess” replied Jack and, indeed, in good mood, left the supposed XO.

Miranda wasn’t in good mood but was relieved that the despicable female was away. The brunette, with the effort(she still wasn’t used to extra plush on her body), bent down to retrieve a bottle of Bourbon. Soon she was sipping from the glass.

She sat in silence for a minute or so. Despite her dislike for the convict, Miranda was forced to accept that Jack's flaws weren’t entirely her fault.

After the glass shoved bottom, the operative stood up and activated the mirror. There was one thing, that Jack had said, which kept resurfacing in her mind. 

She removed the top of the generic Cerberus uniform and looked at her reflection. Despite recent changes, Miranda intellectually knew that she was still about attractive as most women, save for those with the deepest case of fatphobia. 

The brunette was no one’s slave or puppet her mind was her own. However, she had been painfully reminded that her appearance, which she so diligently maintained was a monument to Henry Lawson's vanity and ego.

The operative clenched her teeth and frowned. From the hidden compartment, she picked a small container. Inside was a set of various drugs and detailed information’s about them.

Miranda read it, again, and picked few vials. She checked the hour. Good, the mealtime was approaching.

The XO glanced down at her swollen breasts. When she had weighted herself the day before Miranda had learned she had passed 250 pound threshold. The operative archived it just within few months, despite her strong reluctance and status as a biotic. Surely, with an improved approach, she could hasten the process.

You wanted a perfect daughter, father? Oh, I’ll make sure, that by end of this mission you won’t be able to look at me, let alone think reclaiming Oriana

 

***

 

Three days later

Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

 

Tali finished drying herself and carefully put on her suit. She exited the bathroom, disabled the field inside before heavily seating herself on the chair by the desk. The quarian informed Shepard that she was available via omnitool and leaned on the piece of furniture.

Last days had been horrible, nightmarish even. She, a quarian, had been in a base where a xenophobic, terrorist organization developed a homicidal VI that had been out of control. VI, that had been in control of geths, machines that had almost led her people to extinction.

Fun times all around.

After return, the commander had told Tali to go rest while she handled Archer siblings and most sensitive materials. The engineer didn’t know how Shepard managed to continue to function, but at the time she had been too tired to argue.

Tali sighed and checked the time. A curse followed, she had been asleep for many hours. Not unexpected, but she was angry for her lack of assistance.

The purple-skinned woman checked the console and realized that “radio” silence had been canceled. She had received several messages, but one caught her attention. A notification from Eristena, apparently Zoma was alive and healthy. But it also mentioned that were certain “developments” concerning her fellow quarian. No details, but the thing was fresh so no surprise there.

However, Tali felt concerned. She may not know Zoma beyond childhood acquaintance, but the engineer still remembered the software prodigy. Most importantly quarians, especially ones outside Flotilla, ought out to look after each other.

She checked the time on Nos Astra, luckily it was still the day there.

At once, Tali prepared an encrypted call to the commando. To be honest, she didn’t expect anything more than a written reply, one wasn’t Liara’s valued employee by having free time.

But after, just five minutes call connected revealing the stoic asari.

“I hope I’m not interrupting” said Tali in an apologetic tone. Elristena gave her a weary look.

“To be honest, I’m thankful for it. While I understand the need for proper documentation, paperwork has never been my forte” relied the muscular asari and rubbed her eyes.

Tali nodded in understanding, it was a foe even Shepard struggled against.

“I assume you’re calling to learn about your kinsman. As I wrote she is well, although in a peculiar state. I must admit that case is rather… weird” began Eristena.

“I thought working for Liara guaranteed the weird part, But what did you mean? Did that asari caused troubled or lied about data?” asked Tali, she was getting worried.

“No, quite opposite in fact. T'mivus was completely cooperative, if firm in her demands. Admittedly the material provided by her is far better than what we hoped for. Liara and her people are still looking through it, but we can start dismantling Eclipse tomorrow if we want. The weird was the situation with T'mivus and Zoma.” Explained the commando and took a sip from the cup.

“I think it’s best if I start from the beginning. Just wait for the moment…”

Tali waited for some time. During that time image on the screen flickered, rotated, and disappeared for a second. Simultaneously, the asari’s face betrayed signs of frustration and concentration.

At last, the commando successfully started sharing screen.

“Apologies for the delay. Now, after our previous conversation…”

 

***

 

Five days earlier

Illium, Nos Astra, Red Spirit company conference room

 

“… but I must ask why did you go to us? It couldn’t be only about money” Eristena asked the asari sitting opposite to her.

Her ”guest” was around the commando'ss height, but she had the only fraction of musculature. But Eristena saw signs betraying training and experience, besides a fraction of her musculature, in this case, meant noticeably more than most commando. Cerithia’s skin was dark, almost purple, her face was sparsely adorned with simple white markings that ran on her crest’s segments and chin. She had a pleasant enough face, but with sharp cheekbones giving her a sterner look.

One more thing, despite being readily a little older than Eristena and just recently archiving stage of a matron, T'mivus looked much older. Some unknown worry was clouding her face.

“You’re one of many companies I considered. But you keep getting a rep as reliable and less messed up than the rest on this planet. That and I made some inquires that suggest that you possess medical facilities on par with some of the best hospitals. And… we need medical attention.” the matron explained and took a deep breath.

“I would probably research you longer, but then I saw that quarian, Zorah with you lot. I remembered her from vid’s and Zo said that if she really works with you, Reds cannot be unreasonable”

Eristena eyes squinted for a second, the matron had already mentioned the need for medical attention, but nothing concrete.

“I understand. What exactly ails you two, so you need such advanced help?” asked the commando carefully.

“It’s mostly for Zo, I’m fine really. And... I just want the best for her, cover all my bases” said Cerithia a little too quickly.

“Yet, you used “we” multiple times now. That, and you promised to disclose everything that may affect operations. If there’s a possibility that you may collapse or are contagious this is such information” the muscular asari said.

The matron’s face twisted in a grimace.

“I’m not, my state won't in any way affect you” replied Cerithia with annoyance, but Eristena only stared.

The matron took a deep breath, closed and exhaled.

“Ok, listen… I’m ill, but… it’s my head there’s something wrong, not with my body” replied older asari with reluctance, bordering on inability.

“For the longest time, I didn’t realize that I wasn’t myself, even if it’s obvious now. I… hurt her, not physically… not quite, but that’s why I want to make sure she’s fine, has somebody to take care of her. And sometimes I… still have the same urges to… fuck… you’ll see when we go for her” the matron spit out and looked away.

Eristena nodded slowly.

“In what state she is Can we…?”

“Zo’s fine overall, but she has trouble moving on her own and there may be some leaks in her suit. I had to… adjust it, there were no problems but by then I already moved her to a sterile environment, so it needs to be checked”

“Of course” replied the commando. Considering the situation she didn’t press further.

 

***

Later

 

Eristena had to admit with the entrance to the apartment was well hidden. It could easily be an entrance to any garage for the company’s VIP.

She glanced at her team, it was a human/asari mix of medical workers and technicians with two commandos as protection.

Well and an entire squad waiting in a dropship as well as few turian snipers. Eristena firmly believed in “better safe than sorry” philology.

However, the head commando was still wondering about certain demands of the matron. Why she needed so many people, she had requested to double numbers and to take equipment for moving fragile cargo.

“Can only we three go in, for now. I want to be sure the suit’s fine before we try anything else” said Cerithia pointing at the head technician.

Eristena agreed, and they followed the matron inside. Indeed first room after the generic hallway was akin to an entrance to a cleanroom. The head commando wasn’t too knowledgeable about the topic, according to human female(?) the equipment was good.

After passing it, they found themselves in a rather sparsely furnished apartment, where everything was easy to clean.

“Zo, it’s me. I brought people we talked about” T'mivus said into the depths of the complex. The muscular asari first time heard the matron speak in such a soft tone.

“Great. Please come in I’m ready” answered a voice, much quieter. Eristena was a bit confused, it was clearly a tone of female quarian, filtered through the helmet, but it was more muffled and deeper than she was accustomed to.

The matron gestured to follow her began walking and they entered the spacious bedroom.

There were many observations to be done about the place, starting with an abundance of both full and empty food containers, finishing on a cutting-edge workstation.

At that moment the attention of two guests was solely focused on the room inhabitant.

“Holy…”

 

***

 

“Keelah” said Tali looking at the image of the other quarian.

“Yes, that was our reaction as well” admitted Eristena.

 

***

 

“…shit” whispered the technician. The head commando couldn’t fault her(? Wasn’t voice too deep for a female human).

The muscular asari had seen many things. When her peers were shaking their asses in various bars, Eristena had been working in various combat groups and roaming the galaxy during many deployments. She still vaguely remembered how quarians looked before they had had to don on their suits.

However, she had never seen anything like Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya. Eristena saw fat humanoids, mostly some lecherous batarians, but also, although she would never say it out loud, Miss T’Soni who was very much bigger than any four-eyed aliens.

But this quarian…

“Hello” the suit-covers mass of flesh said happily and waved them. What followed was a strangelly mesmerizing wobble.

“Ahem… Miss Naenn, I presume. If you would allow Robert would check the integrity of your suit” replied the commando slowly still not sure what she was seeing.

“Sure, go ahead, but unplug it first” agreed the quarian(?). The technician approached carefully, again this was the most unusual situation.

Miss Naenn was enormous, not simply fat, comparable in volume to at least one-third of skycar if not more. She was sitting in some gigantic, custom-made seat, but to Eristena she seemed almost as wide as tall. The biggest was belly, a huge mass of flesh split it into two, tire-like folds, that almost took the entirety of quarian’s lap. Perhaps, the only reason that wasn’t the case was that legs were equally filled with lard.

What little Eristena could see of Zoma’s thighs were almost as large as her own waistline. That would be alarming if she was an average asari, but the commando was a dedicated bodybuilder, most of her body was often described as twice as wide as that of a majority of asari. And lover parts of quarian’s legs weren’t much smaller, Eistena couldn’t even distinguish the backward curve of the legs, even her feet were swollen with adipose.

By the Goddess… Zoma’s forearms were larger than their host’s waist, and the matron wasn’t without muscles, either. Her arms, while clearly cut off from bags-like forearms, probably had similar circumference to Eristena’s mighty biceps.

The smallest, were the quarian's bust that, while clearly swollen, didn’t take a third of the enormous upper fold’s length. Naenn long neck seemed to be completely absorbed by her gargantuan torso and her face was obscured by the helmet. Eristena could only imagine the size of the quarian’s posterior.

All of this mass was soft. The head commando could see it shaking even from the smallest’s of movements.

Now the muscular understood the need for increased personnel and the equipment.

When the first shock passed, she also understood the need for technicians. Eristena knew that quarian’s suits were extremely adjustable, but like everything they had limits. This one betrayed similarities to Miss Zorah’s one, mostly color pallet, however, it shoved sights of many careful adjustments.

All belts had been removed, same with neck-rings and hard, foot part of the suit that served as boots. There were also, many, many large patches of material in a slightly different shade. It was obvious that originally the suit could hold only a fraction of current Miss Naenn, at best. Even the helmet shoved signs of modification and it seemed bigger than any Eristena had seen, so far.

“Zo do you need anything? You want me to heat something up before we go? Maybe…?” said the matron in a voice several times softer and kinder than Eristena had heard so far. Her entire demeanor changed accordingly, the commando had a hard time connecting it with hard, if professional, a hardened leader had been dealing so for.

“Stop fussing Cerithia. Just remember to take the things we packed. You can tell me what you got done” the quarian interrupted casually, the muscular asari was sure that anybody else would receive a cold stare or scolding at least. But T'mivus just pulled the chair and, while the technician did proceed with the examination, explained their deal with a small smile.

The process was prolonged, but humans looked extremely uncomfortable and oppressive stares from matron weren’t helping. Besides gelatinous consistency of flesh that was being covered by the subject of examination did make the matter tricky.

Eristena observed everything in silence, if there had been any doubt that that the matron and the large quarian were romantically involved, they disappeared. However, the muscular asari had still no idea whatever is wrong with T'mivus’s mental faculties that could cause Miss Naenn to become as she was now.

Surprisingly enough, the muscular asari had to admit that the quarian didn’t appear repulsive. Of course, it was still a surprise, but relying on her memory and assuming Zoma didn’t possess any severe disfigurations, the supposed appearance of a female under the suit was strangely alluring.

As Eristena watched the quarian’s flesh jiggle with every hers and technician movement, the commando realized she wouldn’t mind checking just how soft it was…

“Boss?”

The human’s voice interrupted her musings. Eristena nodded to her(him?) in acknowledgment.

“Everything’s green, it should hold through transportation with no problem. Although it could use a bit of…ehhh… more professional overhaul” said the technician a bit nervously, but their host only nodded.

“I agree. I know my way with tools, but I’m no engineer” the matron admitted calmly.

“But you still did a great work with it” Zoma praised and, for a second, Cerithia blushed like a love-struck maiden.

“So are we ready?” the quarian the head commando.

“Yes, but we need to establish few things. Miss, can you walk?” inquired Eristena bluntly.

“Aaahhhh… A little bit I need something or someone to support me” Naenn answered and pointed at the solid-looking railing that went between the quarian’s current location and enormous bed. It also went farther into the apartment.

“We only have to help her past the pressure door. The hallway connects with the garage through a door wide enough to bring equipment. I would only need your technician’s help to decompress it all” the matron said and motioned her hand around.

Eristena approved and the matron showed her the passage and controls of the garage. Soon the medics went to the apartment and the commando instructed the technicians to prepare loading equipment.

It was their sounds of shock that brought the muscular asari attention. She checked the source, Zoma, with medics’ help, managed to squeeze herself to them. Eristena could herd rapid wheezing that came from the helmet. Their patient sounded like she had just run an entire marathon.

“*huff* I…*huff* need a break*huff*” the enormous quarian managed to say between ragged breaths. Under the matron’s cold gaze all workers complied and helped Miss Naenn to sit down by the wall. Cerithia asked(ordered) them to go back for some packages. The asari/human group returned with almost every member bending under the containers' weight.

Their host pulled a sealed bottle with sterilized water and put its induction port inside her partner's helmet. The quarian began emptying in fast, slow gulps.

“*huff*… thanks. Quarians' legs may be great for running, but…uuufffff…not so much for lifting” commented Zoma.

“I know Zo, you said it a few times already” replied the matriarch with good-natured annoyance.

“But not to them…” argued the obese woman.

“Couldn’t you just move biotics to move her” said one of the asari technicians.

T'mivus gave a pointed look, full of doubt about the maiden’s intelligence.

“The hallway is far too narrow and do you really believe we could move safely to move somebody in what is essentially a barely holding, pressurized flexible bag with fragile equipment. Why do I ever need to explain it D'biefi?” replied the former Eclipse, shirting her attention to the head commando.

Eristena shrugged.

“I’m responsible for my commando, not the curriculum of elementary schools” the muscular asari said. From one side she felt a pang of anger at the mercenary, from another… it was pretty obvious and she did hate when asaris answer to every problem was biotics.

“Is the equipment ready?” the commando to the head technician. In this case, thanks to facial fur Eristena had no problem determining the human's gender.

“Yes, we may need to tune it up a bit due to the cargo’s fluidly nature. Also, we’ll need to move Missy to the center for it to work” explained the male human.

“Miss Naenn?”

“I’m ready, but getting up will be tricky” informed quarian. Eristena nodded and crouched on the enormous woman's side. Their host mirrored her on the other side.

The introduction to quarian’s flabby body, even though the suit was an… experience. Muscular asari felt herself sinking into soft and warm mass, trying to get a hold on it. Eristena couldn’t compare it to anything she had experienced before, but it was unexpectedly nice. She almost had to fight the urge to embrace the mountain of the female with her entire body.

“Ready?” the matron’s voice took back her attention.

“I think so. On three”

Soon both asari began to straighten their knees. Eristena had to admit it wasn’t easy, weight wasn’t a problem, but finding a handle, wobbly and shifty nature of her cargo was challenging. Zoma seemed to be trying to help but what was left of her muscles did little difference.

Finally, the obese woman was upright and medical staff joined in. Together they moved several heavy steps to the designed area. Then technicians started to work and soon Zoma was enveloped in the biotic aura.

“That feels a bit weird” commented the quarian as her body seemed to move like a calm sea.

“Sorry Miss, it wasn’t designed for people. If something happens say, we’ll try to adjust” said the human technician.

“Are we ready?” asked Eristena. The sounds of confirmation filled the air.

As they walked to their transportation the muscular asari could confirm that, indeed, their patient’s butt cheeks were as humongous as the rest of her. They approached in size that human contraption, that some of her younger colleagues were obsessed over, yoga ball. Although from a quarian of this size Eristena had expected a bigger bottom.

Still, the muscular asari couldn’t help but gaze at the overabundant flesh, that kept moving even under the eezo-powered device gasp. She wondered how it would feel to have that lovely, meaty rump sit on…

Eristena blinked and snapped out of the haze. She didn’t know what had come over her and it wasn’t merely a shock from the situation. The asari glanced at her team. Despite claims, that human expressions were almost identical to asaris, she kept struggling with them so she focused on her kind.

All of them were maidens of various ages, but all of their reactions were intriuding. Some of them were sporting a look of barely hidden disgust, however, in most cases, their moods were ranging from morbid curiosity to whatever caused blushes and lip biting.

So whatever is happening it’s not just me observed the muscular commando.

She glanced at the abnormally alluring mass of flesh and made a mental note to call their facility so they could prepare bigger sturdier bedding.

 

***

 

Two hours later

 The medical and research facility under Red Spirt’s company patronage

After a long period of extensive medical examinations and prodding Zoma'Naenn was placed in a special, sterile room. Here she asked for a meal, unsurprisingly as by then, the personnel had been already hearing frankly terrifying groans coming from the gargantuan middle.

They were in for another shock, apparently, the multiple large bags that come with quarian contained food, and just enough for that meal. The doctors watched with awe as the woman inhaled the unreal meal and had already asked if they could prepare more for her.

Zoma was just happily finishing eating the last of her supplies. Despite the fact she understood the gravity of the situation she decided to make the best of it.

Here, in this fairly miraculously equipped hospital, she was once again free of the suit. The only things covering her body were sheets fashioned as makeshift bra and pants. They didn’t have anything in her size which didn’t surprise the quarian.

Naenn’s overall body didn’t differ much from Eristena observations, although without the suit it sagged a bit more. Her skin had a dark purple shade, save for bright white lines that ran across it. She didn’t possess any disfiguration or even signs of fighting or abuse, save for clear, healed marks from stretchmarks. Zoma’s face was pleasant and as swollen with fat as the rest of her body.

The door hissed and, in an outfit usually used when dealing viral dangers, entered an asari. Doctor Penina Lini was a bit of an outsider, she was a matron closer to matriarch than a maiden stage, however in this case it was an advantage. Lini had centuries worth of experience in xeno-psychology and she had been in business when quarians hadn't been confined to their ships and suits.

“Miss Naenn? I’m doctor Penina Lini, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to ask you a few questions” the asari said the cliché line.

The quarian looked at her and smiled.

“Sure, but could you pass me a towel and water first?” `asked the obese woman and the psychiatrist did just that.

“Thanks’”

“So we have your medical records from a few years ago and obviously they are quite outdated” began Penina as she sat on a nearby hair and glanced at the datapad in her hand.

 

Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya

Age: 24 years

Height(suit less): 5’5”

Weight: 114,7 pounds

 

Those were data from five years ago and understandably there were no longer accurate.

“Mrs T'mivus weren’t exactly clear on the matter, but she seems to consider herself responsible for your current state, even going as far as saying she hurt you. That and that mental illness may be at play here. Considering her erratic behavior when approached about you in conversation, despite her, otherwise, very firm and composed one. That’s why we want to get your side of the story first.” The asari explained calmly.

“So… you want to know if Cy is crazy and I how got fat?” summarized the flabby quarian almost happily but with knowing glint in her eyes. Despite her demeanor, Zoma wasn’t stupid or naïve.

The psychiatrist nodded, there was no reason to dance around the subject or lie.

The almost naked female stared on the asari for few seconds before heavily leaning back, setting waves through her blubber.

Then she started her tale.

 

***

About five years earlier

 

Zoma was one lucky quarian. Just a few months from setting off on her pilgrimage she managed to get a fairly decent job on Illium, even without becoming a legal version of a slave.

Thought it wasn’t undeserved, while she may sometimes act like a ditz, it was mostly just that an act. The young quarian was very good at what she did. And while her job was good it did have downsides.

Don’t get her wrong, programming mechs and cyber-security for Eclipse was interesting and quite well paid. It’s just that she would appreciate it if most of her co-workers and superiors didn’t act like psychopaths, one comment away from rupturing her suit for fun.

Which brought her to the situation at hand. After months of successful employment more than several asari and salarians had become little irked by the fact that some suit rat was more competent than them. Zoma already seeing signs of danger decided to terminate her employment contract and defraud some credits as compensation for the hazardous work environment.

That may be too much wishful thinking on her part, she had to admit it in retrospect. To be exact it resulted in an Eclipse asari pointing a gun at her while checking files, that Zoma had hacked into. The quarian recognized her only from occasional glances.

“In such a short time you secured almost full access to the system. But only on Illium you didn’t bother with others or perhaps you didn’t know? Still… It’s your lucky day” said the mercenary and gave her a toothy grin.

What followed was a bit of surprise for Naenn. Instead of impromptu execution, perhaps even tortures, she received a proposition for an alternative form of employment.

The asari that held her at gunpoint, Cerithia T'mivus looked for a way out as well. She had access, clearance codes as well as knowledge of where and what had been stored. However, the old maiden didn’t have the skills to pull the juicy bits out.

That’s why…

 

***

 

“Maiden?” doctor Penina asked Cerithia. Few hours after the conversation with the quarian, she was confronting the ex-Eclipse about. Surprisingly enough, the matron didn’t deny anything, save for putting a little different light at the events.

“Yep, I waited quite a bit for the matron phase to kick in, not that I particularly cared. I have medical data from that time if you are that interested in it” the mercenary confirmed grumpily.

The psychiatrist merely nodded and made a note. Then they continued.

 

***

…she needed someone like Naenn.

“You just saved me a lot of time with this stunt of yours” the asari admitted later when they were going over the course.

The quarian learned with the surprise that the Cerithia was surprisingly reasonable for Eclipse, even if going overboard around her was a bit ill-advised.

In short: the asari would provide knowledge, equipment, and protection from various eager idiots and Naenn would rip everything they could from Eclipse, under the guise of still working for them.

In the end, the quarian would safely walk away with a sizable sum of money or something of equal value. Sure it would be a fraction of what T'mivus would take, but considering the circumstances, the Zoma decided not to push her luck, this time.

Over the course of the following weeks, they began setting things up, mostly in one of the asari safe houses. There they prepared appropriable equipment where, under T'mivus watchful eye, Naenn would leech off on Eclipse resources digitally and gather blackmail.

Cerithia provided an appropriate excuse with enough derogatory terms and insinuations toward quarian and few even cared to begin with. Some, spiteful towards the more strict leader, that T'mivus was, had come with the theory of quarian whore.

 

***

 

“Sorry, but I must ask. Nobody noticed your absence? How about original work, you were still supposed to do it” inquired the asari doctor.

“Between that and gathering dirt on Eclipse I didn’t have time for manual labor, but I wasn’t really needed for it anyway. I wrote the code and sent it, anybody that had a bit of experience with mechs could install it later. Often they don’t need it at all, computers usually update automatically” the quarian said and sipped some dense liquid she had brought with her home.

“I see”

 

***

 

Still, after a few initial hung-ups, the unlikely duo started getting results as well as warm up to each other.

As Zoma learned, her collaborator differed significantly from other asari in Eclipse. She was extremely practical and calculated, lacking that eagerness for the bloodshed that other yellow-clad mercenaries possessed. The asari also didn’t lack in intelligence, as one of the first members of the group, she was probably the one who realized where all the data went across centuries. That and she wasn’t lacking when dealing with machinery although programming was out of her depth.

The fact that Cerithia treated her quarian employer on equal footing, despite the clear advantage was also nice. And those mood shifts from serious to disturbingly, cheerfully aggressive were easy to overlook.

 

***

 

“Zoma mentioned that that you suffered from sudden mood changed” mentioned the shrink. The younger matron sighed heavily.

“Yes, that... I suffer from some rare condition that causes my hormones to go haywire. Nothing life-threatening, I used to even function well enough without meds, but it was making me a bit unpredictable without them. With the current state of Eclipse it was even proving useful sometimes” informed more muscular asari begrudgingly.

Doctor Lini took another note.

 

***

 

“That didn’t discourage you from working with Cerithia” Penina interrupted the tale.

“Well it did scare me a bit at first, but it’s not I had I choice, or rather I didn’t think I had. I mean - I'm a quarian and was alive only thanks to how convenient I was to her. Besides she apologized every time and later I realized she was still in control. Like... Ce acted differently but she didn’t do anything wrong, like she was tipsy, but not **, at least at the beginning. Besides it only happened when she didn’t take her medicine” explained the Zoma. The doctor nodded.

“Thank you. Please continue.

 

***

 

T'mivus come to appreciate somebody who didn’t talk to her with fear, hatred, or a mixture of those two. The young pilgrim was also much more cheerful and honest than all of her current acquaintances. And despite those qualities and a foolhardy attempt where she caught her, Zoma was surprisingly competent.

So as the months progressed, they become friendlier, until…well… they made sure the more unsavory stories about the quarian’s disappearance gained a grain of truth to sure.

 

***

 

“Miss Naenn, I’m sorry but given the circumstances, I have to ask: did Cerithia forced herself on you?” asked the doctor calmly.

The quarian blinked at her and exploded with booming laughter, that caused quivers through the pile of adipose that was her body. Soon she also started clapping on her enormous gut, introducing further motion it is. After almost two minutes laughter died and the quarian was gasping for air.

“*wheeze*… forced, aha, if somebody was being forceful about*wheeze* doing the deed it was me. It was almost*wheeze* as she was the virgin, not I and I didn’t like that whole dancing around the subject. *wheeze* And I was right, it not only was great, but there was no problem with it later” explained Zoma with a wide grin.

 

***

Indeed after the introduction, the pair engaged in more intimate acts frequently and while originally it was firmly a “friends with benefits” kind of arrangement, it too changed quickly.

One and a half years since their meeting, both asari and the quarian considering themselves romantic partners. And while Zoma had her own, fair share of, mostly not vocalized doubts, the former Eclipse was surprisingly on board with it.

She did want to have a fresh start and a steady relationship, something the mercenary had been yearning for some time now, with lovely quarian, seemed like a good start.

The interior and atmosphere inside the hideout occupied by Naenn were starting to become more homely and domestic. Everything seemed to be going great.

And then Cerithia started entering the matron stage. Unlike most of asari in her case, it wasn’t fast and without complication. The transition didn’t want to come to the conclusion and the mercenary condition wasn’t helping with that. What’s worse, all this made her meds useless.

However, at “home” her more erratic behavior took the form of more possessive behavior and more spoiling towards her lover. Zoma didn’t mind it, she did like being pampered.

That was the begging of T'mivus’s insistence that the programmer should take care of herself more and most importantly eat better. Naenn was pretty sure she had already put on few pounds with the lack of movement, save in bed, and regular meals provided by the asari.

However the quarian did enjoy the attention, and the lavish meals(meals not expensive nutrient paste!!!) were better than Zoma ever had had in the past, even if serving were enormous(at least she had thought so of those snacks at the time).

Unfortunately, Cerithia’s was becoming more unstable and too enthralled with what she envisioned, she even let slip through few words about children. All of this terrified the quarian a bit, if she were to be honest.

The programmer loved her asari, she had already accepted it, and she did know it wasn't just hormones talking, but the entire prospect was overwhelming. This would mean abandoning the Flotilla, she had a bit fewer strings attached to it, as Naenn was one of few quarians that had a clear set of problems about how the board was doing things and her immediate family was deceased. Still, this, this would be change everything.

That’s why Zoma took a habit of sneaking out. For one, to clear her thoughts. For two, she had set a meeting with few doctors hoping they would help. Of course, the quarian was providing false data, save for Cerithia’s condition. But the good ones ignored her assuming Naenn didn’t have money or hers are stolen, and the cheaper ignored the issue or assumed the same as their more capable colleagues.

As much as she urged her lover to go, the mercenary was running ragged to manage Eclipse, due to unrest in the organization and the asari wasn’t slacking gathering data on her end. And one couldn’t exactly ask for medical leave in a mercenary company.

Zoma just returned from one of her strolls, but back home she was welcomed with an eerily familiar if unwelcome scene. Cerithia’s gun pointed at her face.

However the mercenary didn’t look angry, instead, she held a look of extreme sadness and worry.

“Y… You want to leave? Was I not a good enough partner? I can do better…I will…” whispered T'mivus, her gaze seemed absent. Naenn had seen few instances where her lover's condition took a better of her but never like that. The quarian was now honestly scared, for both of them.

The quarian tried to reassure her lover, calmly without sudden moves but it was futile. The mercenary seemed to be in her own world.

“No. I can’t let you go. You’re already neglecting yourself. I’ll take care of you…”

Zoma wanted to protest, but what she had of self-preservation instinct warned her that argued with her love, who was currently toothing a gun and in the middle of some sort of attack, was a bad idea.

Meanwhile, Cerithia’s face drastically changed. Instead of a look of misery, it now housed a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes. I’ll show you that I can take care of you. It won’t be nice at first, but it’ll make everything better” the mercenary informed and put her hand on her lover’s cheek, or rather in the corresponding place on the helmet.

The following minutes felt like dream to the quarian. She found herself with her hands cuffed behind her back and on the couch. Meanwhile mercenary activated all serializing procedures installed and brought all the packed food next to her.

Cerithia sat next to her with an opened container with some sort of cake.

“Every time I look at you I realize just how much I have been neglecting you. Let me fix it” the asari said with that huge grin, opened her helmet, and brought the piece of cake to her face.

“Open up”

Seeing no safer option Zoma did just that. The problem is it didn’t end at one piece. She was being fed and fed. The quarian was full halfway the cake. When she asked for a drink the programmer received one immediately. However, after that, stuffing continued relentlessly. 

“I... can’t eat anymore” moaned the quarian desperately moving her mouth away from the damned cake.

“Ce…”

The moment Naenn opened her mouth, food was crammed into her mouth and the mercenary grabbed it, carefully, but giving no chance for escape.

“Yes, you can sweetheart. We just have to make sure you get used to proper eating” the asari said with that maniacal grin.

Ultimately, the programmer was forced to devour the entire cake. She didn’t know what was more likely bursting or thriving up, the quarian had never eaten that much at once. Her, already softer, than average quarian’s belly, was now distended, straining the suit.

T'mivus cleaned and was rubbing bulging mass with visible delight.

Soon after then headed to bed.

Zoma thought it was a single instance, a bout of insanity caused by her lover’s condition and stress. She was wrong.

In the morning everything seemed normal until breakfast. The quarian finished, but then the mercenary appeared next to her, urging her to eat more with this same disturbing smile.

No amount of words discouraged the asari and soon the situation was the repeat of the day before, leaving Zoma on the brink of explosion.

The mercenary left, locking the door in a primitive way that completely deterred the programmer’s attempts. But before that, Cerithia showed her lover the ridiculous mountain of food, she expected the quarian to eat.

With no other choice, Naenn went to work. But the mercenary returned and realized how ”little” food had been eaten, proceeded to tie the programmer to the bed and began pushing edible substances down Zoma’s throat. This time the quarian didn’t manage to hold it all down and part of the half-digested food ended on the floor.

That event bought Zoma some slack, but only to the next meal.

This trend continued. The quarian kept being feed by her lover to absolute limits. It was a bit of trial and error, as not always the rich turian cuisine agreed with the programmer.

However as weeks passed, Zoma was eating, eating and EATING, whatever she wanted to or not.

 

***

 

Doctor Penina stared at Cerithia patiently. The mercenary was sitting in silence with her hands crossed next to her mouth.

“It…seems so obvious now, but back then… It was so natural, so… clear, after weeks of confusion and chaos I finally knew what to do. And It felt so right to do. Sure Zo was protesting, but it would be for the better in the end” the former Eclipse finally said with shame.

“And now…?” the shrink inquired.

“Now I know I shouldn’t feed her like that. But I still feel like it was something I should be doing and I still want to protect, pamper her”

 

***

 

The first months were the worst, the mercenary was in the amok, relentlessly feeding her lover at every opportunity, while still in this disturbingly cheerful mood. By pleading or more forceful approach, the former Eclipse always had her way in this matter. However, it’s important to note that she never struck or violated her lover.

It wasn’t to say that consumption was the only thing the quarian was doing, no. In fact, the rest of the day was pretty similar to those from before. Only, once again, she was unable to leave and her lover was even more “helpful” than before, even to the point of being subservient.

And, although the mercenary was extremely firm in certain matters, like: how much the quarian was eating, not exiting the house, and leaving all manual labor to asari. Cerithia was trying to meet Zoma’s every need and whim with that strange cheerfulness that she had developed.

Basically, all the programmer had to do was to work on the console, stuff herself with food, or be fed and enjoy herself. And with no other, good, choice she did so.

Obviously, such a lifestyle had consequences.

Several weeks after Cerithia’s shift in personality, Zoma was tied to the high railing of their bed sitting with straightened legs. She stared darkly as the mercenary was stroking her bulging gut with visible, undiluted joy. The asari had been positively ecstatic since Naenn had started to visibly pack on pounds. There were sizable remains of levo feast next to them.

Yes, gut. Since the first feeding, the slight bulge had transformed into a soft, spherical mass just a little bit smaller than the hologram used for combat VIs. That wasn’t all, beyond that the quarian clearly felt her suit being tighter all over, mostly around her thighs, forearms, and breasts.

This gave her an idea. When Cerithia was finishing cleaning, Zoma informed her that this cannot keep up, because her suit won’t hold her much longer.

The programmer, with hope, realized that her lover’s face took that focused, serious face that had been absent for so long. Then, it disappeared, once again shifting into a grin.

The following day, the mercenary returned almost an hour later than usual. However, she dragged there a large roll of suspiciously familiar material and unique tools. Zoma knew those items.

Then after some consultations and thorough cleaning, the former Eclipse gave her lover immune booster and began painstakingly precisely resizing the suit.

Zoma had to admit that the asari had skills. Sure… Ce had nothing on some quarians back on the flotilla, but the programmer doubted she or the average engineer from the street could do it so well as did her lover.

Also during the entire time, Cerithia had the calm, focused look, free of the feverish eagerness from last weeks. It was another instance when her former self shone through, which gave the quarian hope.

After the deed was done, Zoma noticed that suit was loose, but fit well enough. Then she commented there was much fabric left.

The grin reappeared, but this time it looked as the mercenary tried to control it.

“We’ll need it later” informed the asari and the programmer realized that if things continue this road then yes, they’re going to need it later.

Time passed. Naenn’s belly continued to swell and the rest of her body followed as if trying to catch up. Only her breast’s size seemed to barely differ.

The quarian was well past 250 pounds and approaching 300, when the geth attack on Citadel happened. The duo of lovers watched with widened eyes the report about it, and Zoma was tightly hugging the mercenary with her chubby body pressing into the muscular frame. She stared with disbelief at the destruction wrought by her species’s ancestral enemy.

The ceremony following geth’s defect was broadcasted and it was then when the programmer the young, spunky Zorah who was being hailed as the hero.

It was around that time when Cerithia’s state began to calm down. She was still more eager than before and more than happy to feed the quarian to the limit, but mercenary lacked that feverish madness in her eyes. While she still was unable to realize the abnormalities in her behavior, the mercenary was now much more collected, acting more like an overbearing lover whose partner was neglecting herself.

They had entered into much more comfortable territory. Cerithia actually listened to quarian’s input, save from the object of her obsession, namely the programmer's eating habits and comfort. Zoma was also slowly, and with relief, because Keelah, she had missed it, again becoming intimate with the asari. After her initial bout of insanity, the quarian made no such proposition and refused them as well, the former eclipse always complied.

This time they didn't have to bother with the suit, thanks to sterilizing systems Cerithia had had installed some weeks before. That and the pilgrim had quickly adapted to asari's biology.

It was awkward at first, Zoma wasn’t exactly shy, but her lover’s bouts of insanity made her more careful and her larg…ehfat body caused her to feel self-conscious. However, this time it was Cerithia, who was eager and, as soon asari got the hands on the programmer’s folds, shocked the quarian with her energy.

Afterward, Zoma was lying on the bed, panting and covered in sweat. The mercenary had groped and tasted every inch of, swelled with the adipose, body. At that moment the programmer started to think that her figure wasn’t that bad.

If she was being honest, by then, the quarian needed very little persuasion to gorge herself. She had never been fussy about eating and months of being stuffed to the absolute limit left her with quite the appetite. The programmer kept snacking with little to no input from her conscious mind and sometimes gorged herself into a food coma even without Cerithia around. Even nightly treks to the fridge were becoming more frequent.

The mercenary was absolutely delighted that her love was embracing this gluttonous lifestyle. However, this brought a few, slight issues. Sometimes, the mercenary couldn’t gauge how much she could push down her lover’s gullet and Zoma could avoid ending as a balloon.

But Cerithia had spent much of her life as a high-ranking operative in a vicious mercenary company, she quickly learned when the programmer was putting on the show. Besides, the quarian did that rarely, her newly gained greed demanded more and more food.

Life went on. During all this time they kept gathering data on Eclipse, but for Zoma it was mostly filled with a stream of calories, constantly going down to her stomach, which were filling her, already large, body. She watched as her partner slowly but surely was regaining her former personality, save for the constant, if not so psychotic, insistence on fattening and spoiling the quarian. During all this time they kept gathering data on Eclipse.

Unfortunately, all this new bulk wasn’t without consequences.

This happened during one more than usually passionate lovemaking session.

Last months changed Zoma, her already enlarged body had progressed outward. Round gut became a large, soft bag of fat that took a third of the quarian’s lap. It was still, mostly a single mass but had split into two pairs of love handles at the sides and the division into two folds progressed as the gluttonous organ grew. When the programmer was moving her arms, she felt a jiggle of growing bingowings, that didn’t as much hang as encased her forearms. Zoma’s face was appropriately affected, her checks now round and according to the mercenary “cute”. The only thing shrinking was the quarian’s neck, which was being absorbed by the swelling torso and adipose that was filling her face.

The least affected was her breasts, which seemed to mostly ignore the onslaught of calories, grooving barely an inch total. Also, It was getting hard to distinguish the curve of her calves, then there were thighs, which were about as wide as her waist had used to, that needed to be split quite far apart to not be touching.

Like when they needed to accommodate the head of the purple-skinned asari, who was busy bringing ecstasy to their obese owner. Just like the day the incident happened.

Seemingly everything was more than fine. Cerithia was busy between her lover’s meaty legs, while her delighted victim was clutching bedsheets and moaning between gaps for air. The soft flesh was wobbling with fervor, the asari was in a feisty mood that day.

Zoma already noticed that she was breathing harder than usual, but by now the quarian was used to all activities getting more and more tiring, so she ignored it. Besides the mercenary was outdoing herself that day.

At first, moans were completely replaced by panting, soon after quarian’s breaths started to get quicker, more shallow.

Then Zoma realized she was struggling to get a sufficient amount of oxygen to her lungs.

The programmer started to panic. She wanted to shout, but her mouth was too preoccupied gasping for the precious air. So the quarian started to wriggle and squeeze her legs, that’s all she could do.

Nowadays it took Zoma a fair bit of effort to move, not to mention the extra adipose restricted her range of movement. But at that moment, when her body struggled with little oxygen and orgasmic pleasure assaulting her, every limb felt like made from a molten lead and emerged in jelly.

There was no chance of lifting her incredible bulk from the bed, even rolling from it.

After few terrible seconds, the purple-skinned asari raised her head with a mixture of ecstasy and annoyance visible on it. But one look on her suffering lover and her state was enough for Cerithia to leapt with help.

The mercenary cursed and moved next to her girlfriend, not caring for the remains of clothes dangling from her. With her considerable strength, further increased by adrenaline, she managed to get Zoma into a sitting position.

The Eclipse defector shouted a few instructions and checked quarian’s status with omnitool, it was modified with much more advanced medicals features than normal. Cerithia hissed when she read the diagnosis.

With speed worthy of an Olympic athlete, the asari ran into another room. She returned carrying a large medical case, towel, distilled water, and a small, medical can with oxygen.

Meanwhile, Zoma tried to, with clear struggle, to follow her lover’s instructions and regain her breath.

A plastic mask was pressed to her face and a wave of glorious, pure oxygen entered her lungs.

After over a minute of such treatment, the programmer felt much better. She managed to raise her hand and took the can from the mercenary. With an affirmative nod and a weak smile from Zoma, the asari left her the device. Then Cerithia once again checked her omnitool and calmed down a bit, her lover’s state was stabilising.

Once the danger passed, both laid on the bed, exhausted. The quarian was on the verge of falling asleep and her partner felt like she had just relived the most dangerous operation from her past. Despite this, the mercenary carefully, but adamantly led the programmer to the bathroom, gave her immunity boosters, and helped her lover clothe into her suit.

During the entire procedure, Zoma was barely coherent and fallen into dreamless sleep immediately after.

When she woke up, the quarian realized that she was alone. It was a bit odd given the hour, but she almost immediately focused on the various, still warm, dishes that were ling on trays next to bed. Another oddity was a note from Cerithia with a firm request to remain in her suit that day.

That soured the programmer’s mood a bit, by then she was used to being free of the confines of her ever-modified suit. However she complied, her lover rarely told her to do something without reason.

The rest of the day followed usually, writing new software and hacking into Eclipse databases while happily gorging. That day Zoma was limited to various pastes, but the mercenary had provided only the best and tastiest. Only a few times, the quarian paused and rubbed place, where her heart was buried under inches of soft blubber.

Hours passed and Cerithia wasn’t returning. It was well past her usual return and the former pilgrim was worrying.

Out of nowhere, she received a notice about decompression. Zoma checked it, in the garage space was her lover with several containers. They were clearly too big to bring inside without opening both sides of pressure doors.

Well that explains why Ce wanted me in the suit, but what’s in those boxes?

Doors opened and only with the faintest of greetings the mercenary began moving cargo.

Now Zoma was really worried. Her love’s face was absent, eyes were gazing far away like she was in some trance. To be honest the asari did behave like hypnotized, mechanically moving boxes without a word.

The quarian managed to get herself off her large chair and with effort waddle to the mercenary. When Cerithia didn’t respond to her call, the programmer tried to grab her. She succeeded the third time, the flabby arms weren’t used to movement outside typing.

The asari stopped, but her gaze was elsewhere. At first, she wasn’t responding to Zoam’s inquires then started to answer monosyllabically, something about medical equipment, when prompted about the containers

Then out of nowhere, the hardened mercenary started to shake and her face twisted, seemingly on the verge of crying.

The programmer had never before seen her lover in such state, in some ways, it was more worrying than reverting into this cheerful-psychotic state from months before.

With some gentle prompting and a bit of towing, or the quarian's attempts on it, Cerithia left the container and both sat on the bed.

The purple face was twisting, only sheer will stopping tears, but few simple questions from the quarians opened the flood gates of the mercenary mouth.

The incident from the day before affected the asari much more than Zoma. Cerithia was blaming herself for the lack of oversight, neglecting her girlfriend’s needs. This worry was borderline…no…it was hysterical and the quarian realized that: one - the only thing holding her lover together was her self-control, two –that wasn’t exactly normal.

The next hour, the programmer spend reassuring the asari that everything was fine and she didn’t blame her.

After the mercenary regained some of her composure, she informed the programmer that inside the containers were parts for the medical system. The best one Cerithia could buy and reliably operate. It would monitor Zoma’s health much better than some flimsy omnitool and if necessary provide limited medical attention as well as warn about potential dangers.

The former pilgrim didn’t protest, save from saying that the Cerithia should consult it with her before buying. It was clear to Zoma that any complaints in this regard would fall on deaf ears. Besides, considering recent developments, it wasn’t exactly a bad purchase.

The mercenary moved the containers inside and the quarian managed to convince her to go to sleep.

The following weeks were hard for both of them. What little time Cerithia had between her position in Eclipse and her blackmail gathering activities, the mercenary spend installing the medical system. It was a complex beast, that clearly wasn’t intended for civilian installation. It barely left time to prepare meals for her lover.

On the other side of the spectrum as the large quarian was still worrying as her asari seemed once again to fall into an obsessive state and was working herself to the bone. That and her access to food had been greatly reduced, both due to her personal’s chef’s lack of time and constant barrier caused by the suit, she had to keep on due to mess inside the house.

The lack of sex also was a painful blow. The programmer didn’t know how she had managed to function before without it.

All of this put a damper on Zoma’s growth despite that, as ashamed she was to admit, that there were a few instances when she used Cerithia’s slavish devotion to pamper her in order to make her stop working and prepare feasts.

Still, after weeks of back-breaking labor, the system was set and the apartment decontaminated.

What followed was the most ridiculous feeding session so far and night of ravishing intimacy during which the quarian’s role was limited to lying down, immobilized by her near-bursting gut.

Strangely enough this time the programmer felt none of the tightens in the chest from last time.

Life regained its previous rhythm, Zoma’s was once again swelling with astounding speed. Soon enough another consequence of a gluttonous lifestyle began apparent.

The quarian’s had long since noticed that movement was getting harder and harder. While she was a little above average female quarian height, but not like almost freakishly tall Tali, her frame was being weighted down roughly by 500 pounds of pure adipose. That and Zoma was never an example of physical proneness, unlike her lover…I’m mean did you see her muscles…, and what little musculature she had, was falling to entropy due to her sedentary lifestyle.

Those days it was getting next to impossible for her to alone move from her bed or chair. So the programmer had asked Cerithia to install a special set of railings to help her move. The mercenary agreed happily, but only so without this sickly cheerfulness. The muscular asari was improving.

This was mostly similar to installing the medical systems but much simpler and stress-free. It should be also much faster, but this time the Eclipse defector wasn’t working to the physical limit. And of course, she needed to spend much more time cooking than the previous time. Zoma was a growing girl after all and her needs had increased since then.

But the quarian realized that it was only a matter of time before she was completely reliant on outside assistance, even if her lover seemed completely ignorant to it. While she didn’t exactly know how Zoma was aware something had to be done.

Fortunately, she was a lucky quarian. 😉

It didn’t happen overnight, but Cerithia was back mostly to her old self. Then she started to question the state of things and become aware of her lapses in thought. It was nothing concrete at first, but that feeling of something being wrong keep increasing.

One afternoon a breakthrough happened.

Zoma was lying naked on the bed, her thick legs too wide to lay together and making a place for her gargantuan, split into two rolls, stomach. At this point, the quarian was almost as big as when Eristena and her people come to get her.

Next to her was Cerithia, only in trousers and a sleeveless shirt with a bowl of half-molten ice cream on her knees and spoon in hand.

Both were in great moods, but between spoonfuls of gooey goodness, Zoma asked one joking question.

“One day you’ll have to tell me why you want me so big”

And opened her mouth for another portion, but the spoon froze halfway. A confusion was visible on the mercenary face and then distress. She started mumbling asking herself question’s, the nonsensical, mad decision of actions that Cerithia had done during those last years seemed to suddenly rush to her. The asari started to panic freak out, nearly shouting.

Fortunately, despite her extremely limited mobility, Zoma by then knew what worked on her lover, even in times of distress. She, admittedly with effort and after some time, managed to calm her asari down. Soon after, the shaking mercenary was lying on the bed, tightly clutching to the massive mass of fat that was her girlfriend. Both fell asleep soon after.

In the following days, there were more similar occurrences, but Cerithia was getting a better handle on them and becoming moreover of her abnormal behavior. She didn’t know what to do, for the first time in centuries.

But Zoma had an idea and finally, she convinced her lover to visit a doctor. It took a few days to find somebody appropriate.

That visit provided some interesting information.

The doctor chastised the mercenary for not coming sooner. Apparently, Cerithia condition had a particularly nasty form of transition into matron that didn’t fully finish, even at that time. The medic was surprised that the asari managed to even properly function at that time. For now, she received a prescription for medication and see another meeting. The Eclipse commander failed to mention her exact symptoms.

The pills helped. After a week, Cerithia had better control of herself and was aware of what she had been doing, even if her memory was hazy at some points.

The downside of this was that this knowledge nearly caused the mercenary to develop into full-blown depression, she was blaming herself.

But Zoma didn’t, not really and successfully, if barely, convinced her lover of it and that she wanted to stay with her.

Instead, the quarian presented a task. It was clear that they needed somebody to buy Eclipe’s secrets and provide them with protection. Both needed medical attention, Cerithia still wasn’t fully fine and the programmer needed assistance in everyday tasks.

So the Eclipse defector started to look for an appropriate buyer.

During that period few facts became apparent. The asari a few times offered to help Zoma with light exercises in order to start shedding weight. All of them were forced, though the mercenary hid it well.

Pills or no pills, Cerithia still adored her girlfriend's enormous body, her gargantuan ass, bigger belly, and equally swelled limbs. She still loved feeding and pampering the programmer.

The quarian long since learned to love overindulgence and her adipose provided unexpected if welcome possibilities in the bedroom. Besides, it was so soft and jiggly.

Zoma happily kept eating more every day and allowed herself to be fed to the joy of both lovers.

Then the news of Tali bossing the Red Spirit’s personnel with their boss blessing reached the duo.

 

***

 

“And that’s about it doc” finished the gigantic quarian and with effort shifted on the bed.

Doctor Penina still absorbed the incredible tale, trying to maintain a neutral expression. It sounded like the plot of some poor novel, but evidence…

“Ahem… thank you, Miss. I’ll likely have some more questions later. For now, let’s focus on something else” said the psychiatrist.

Per the contract you had signed we are to provide you necessary medical attention and safety. I know this must be hard, but perhaps you should consider filing a restraining order…”

“No” interrupted the quarian, her voice, and eyes filed with a hardness that was completely different from her earlier stance. It didn’t fit this bubbly, perhaps even bit air-headed programmer.

“I know what you are thinking, but I’m not abandoning Cy. Sure, what she did to me wasn’t exactly pleasant at first, but right now Cerithia needs me perhaps more than ever before. I know how this sounds, especially with this body of mine, but that's true. Besides, save this pampering obsession she didn’t do anything bad, and she could easily. I never was much of a fighter” explained Zoma firmly, somehow leaving no room for argument.

Doctor Lini nodded, making mental note to investigate the matter and if necessary return to the topic.

“I see. Then I’ll be going, if you need anything please ask. Also, I believe that dietician familiar with quarian physiology was already contacted so soon we’ll be able to help with your… figure” informed the shrink with a small smile and got up.

“Nah, don’t bother. I don’t really want to lose it”

That made Penina pause.

“Excuse me?”

“I told you doc. Cy may be sorry about what she did, but she still loves that sweet bod of mine. And it’s not like I want to stop stuffing my face before all of this I didn’t know eating could feel so good” replied the programmer, she put her hands on the mound of blubber that was her gut and set her entire body in motion.

For some reason, the sight of this blob jiggling body made the doctor's throat dry.

“So unless all those specialists from before say I need to, I don’t want to lose a pound. If you want to do something for me, doctor, could you get for me some real food and not nutrient paste. And tell Cy I want to see her when she has the time”

The psychiatrist swallowed the saliva, the show still fresh in her mind. She hoped that her patient will need some direct help in the future, curious how all this flesh felt up close…

“Very well, I’ll see what I can do. Meanwhile, Miss Naenn, try to get some rest. I believe that tomorrow will be demanding as well” said the doctor.

Zoma groaned but nodded. At least Penina thought it was a nod, all this flesh was making it hard to tell. Soon after the doctor left.

 

***

 

Tali was gaping at the screen, despite the fact it only once again only showed the muscular commando. Only her helmet hid from the asari that her mouth was open.

“That’s the thick of it. Since then I have been getting loads of data, that Liara wants me to get familiar with for future operations. From what I managed to get from medical personnel, Naenn’s health is stable despite her weight. Your onboard medic, Mordin, can probably explain it better. He has been cooperating with our specialists and those data had been forwarded to him as well when you lifted data silence. Why exactly you had to employ it?” said Eristena.

The quarian was still a bit dazed so it took her a few seconds to reply.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I should tell. Liara’s going to be brief, so you should ask her. Sorry” replied the embarrassed engineer, but the commando didn’t seem fazed.

“That’s fine. If I didn’t have a direct order from Miss T’Soni I wouldn’t have disclosed the previous informations either” informed Eristena plainly.

“ahem… thanks. How Zoma’s now?” asked Tali.

“I’m not quite up to date on this, but from I heard surprisingly good. We’re setting her a more comfortable environment, she’s getting regular visits from T'mivus. Your kinsman keeps refusing any suggestions about losing her weight, even surgically, but at the same time is already offering her services in the same fashion she did to Eclipse. Seeing as our techs are already praising her work, that may just happen” reported the commando and after a second added.

“Would you like me to arrange me a video call?”

“Mmmm… yes please, but’s that nothing urgent, I don’t want to trouble eighter of us. Last thing…How…how much Zoma weights?” Tali asked the question that had been on her mind since she had seen the obese quarian.

“If I remember correctly around 600 pounds” replied the head commando.

“On the unrelated note. It may interest you that our people assigned on Zhu Hope managed to mostly deal with colonist illness. What’s more, Shiala found a bondmate and is expecting” added Eristena with the smallest hint of a smile on the tired face.

They exchanged pleasantries and the call disconnected.

Tali remained silent, deep in thought. After such a draining mission, another bombshell had been dropped on her head. What’s more, it ha quite a lot of similarities to her own situation.

The quarian was sitting there, trying to wrap her head around this all when something that was neither purr nor growl was heard behind her back.

“600 pounds? That’s quite a number and that Zoma is much shorter than you, right?”

How in the name of ancestors, somebody that tall is so quiet? thought Tali when a shiver ran through her body. She didn’t turn back, the engineer knew what was there.

That pale, tall being with a smile that shouldn’t be humanly possible and red lines seemingly trying to burn through the skin.

“Shepard, are you done with everything?... eeem… how long you were here?” asked the quarian suddenly very nervous.

“Hmm… the boy is in medical, safe and our want-to-be Frankenstein secured. The moment he tries anything Grunt gets a new toy. I’m afraid we can’t do much more, we leave the rest to the Shadow Broker. And… well I was here long enough” answered the commander and placed her hands on Tali’s shoulders.

The quarian felt the ling fingers even through the suit, suddenly aware how much they sunk into her flesh.

“Ah…you sure they don’t need my…”

“Stop”

Shepard’s voice was seemingly sweet, pleasant, but for some reason left no room for argument.

“I hate the fact that for those last days you were wasting away and was being so exploited. Now I heard that some Eclipse merc managed to get such delicious results. That’s why for the next several days I make sure you rest and eat properly. While that T'mivus seems sensible I HATE to be outdone”

Tali swallowed. She was again trapped in the clutches of this human-shaped predator, her love.

And she knew she was going to love it.

 

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Ok, somehow I managed to muster enough energy to sit down and finish this part. It was meant to be longer, but I saw no sense in continuing for now, and, dare I write it, the end result seems... adequate. But please write what do you think.
Second, speaking of chapters' length, I've been meaning to ask this earlier, but forgot, should I try to post shorter chapters, but more frequently? I know there's a lot of space between lines but, still.
Third, I did a bit of research. Did you know that all seats in Miranda's office have no armrests, and it's the case in many seats in the game? No stuckage for now, sorry. 😅

Hope It'll amuse you, at least

 

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Chapter 24: Hello Jack

 

 

Next “Morning”
Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

 

 

Tali groaned when she felt herself slipping out of food-coma. The quarian glanced down and her brow furrowed, her belly was much larger than she remembered. Sure some od this was from the food, but the rest….

The hours since Shepard’s returns were intense, to say the least. The commander fed her, using both paste and solid foods, to the absolute limits. Then the engineer was left to sleep it off and procedure repeated.

Of course there were breaks for sex, besides by now intimacy and eating were almost always connected. So in the end no matter how unreal it felt, Tali was starting having hard time imaging one without another and meals that didn’t left her stuffed.

It seemed that Shepard was dead set on outdoing the former eclipse asari in fattening as soon as possible

Despite her outward actions and reassurances to herself, the quarian was getting more and more eager about the prospect. The small part of her mind that whispered how wonderful it would be to completely under the commander control as she grow was getting almost impossible to control. How it would feel to be bigger than Zoma, immobilized by her own flam and pampered by the beautiful vommander.

She signed and rubbed her expanded middle, knowing that it wasn’t the most affected part of her. The engineer activated her omnitool, but there was nothing that required her attention.

Then the woman heard the doors opened and Shepard came inside. The commander was wearing a wide, satisfied, albeit normal smile. The quarian expected impromptu feeding and lovemaking session.

This wasn’t the case.

The spectre starred at her lover with dreamy look before starting.

“Hmmm….as much as I hate interrupt such fruitful work I think we both should go to Mordin. He said he has some new conclusions about this asari side project of his and your friend’s medical data. Liara’s going to be there to, apparently she’s curious about it.” The human woman informed and winked.

“But later we’ll continue”

“You’re relentless” moaned Tali, but fought grin that was forcing itself on her face. Shepard flashed her abnormally, pearly white teeth and went to take the suit from the container.

The engineer stood up, becoming increasingly aware of the load in her stomach and her increased weight. Absentmindedly she reached sown and reached her butt, far earlier than it had used to happened.

The most affected by Shepard’s efforts was her lover body. The quarian’s ass reached reaching the sized of the air-inflated ball used in many human sport, a bit bigger than, overall much heavier, Miranda’s. She already felt her thighs brushing even when walking.

Then Tali felt, five fingered hand squeeze her other butt-cheek.

“You can be quite tease, you know” purred the commander next to the quarian’s ear. The engineer flushed, but Shepard disdn’t start anything, much to her lover disappointment.

With her human’s help, Tali squeezed herself into the suit and both went to the elevator.

 

 

***

 

 

Few Minutes later
Tech Labs

The “conference” was about to start. Shepard was standing near Mordin with crossed arms and neutral expression. The scientist was looking through the data with usual for hum fervour and humming something. Tali was sitting quite far away from them, trying her best to hide her swollen bottom.

To the disappointment of both ladies, Liara’s presence was limited to audio.

Surprisingly, after greetings and summary of events, back on Illium, the quarian was the first to speak.

“Mordin, Shepard said you got Zoma’s results, is she fine?”

The salarian’s head snapped immediately to look at her, with a small smile on his face.

“Yes. No imminent treat present. Fascinating really. Quarian physiology not accustomed to such strains. Yet, its adaptive abilities manages to compensate. Patient healthy, with little negative effect, save reduced mobility. Unprecedented, far exceeding documented limits of… No, no limits, applications! Need to compare to krogan healing. Possible similarities, they could allow to…”

“Slow down Doctor” the commanded, calmly, albeit firmly, interrupted the scientist monologue.

“Are you saying that Naenn instead of atmosphere, adapted to being fat, enough to be fine. Didn’t she nearly had a heart attack?”

The overactive scientist nodded.

“Quarains’ ability’s limited by time and variety. Too large amount off pathogens at once causes serve consequences. One type of strain, over slowly grooving over time allows body to adapt. In this case, patients body wasn’t ready for it yet. Also, changes allow only for survival, not proper functioning.” Mordin explained quickly.

If I understand you correctly doctor, quarians are able to gain large amount of weight with little adverse side effect. However, they can’t function properly in those condition. So it’s different for us” summarised the familiar voice of ex-archaeologist, albeit a little bit deeper than they remembered.

“Yes. Quarian’s ability allow to survive and results can largely differ between individuals. In asari, large amounts of fat tissue, cause changes that are results of millennia of evolution, are near identical, analogical, that allow for grater functioning with it as well as focusing body on reproduction. Still, all organisms have limits, wouldn’t advise testing those outside laboratory. For Miss Zorah’s friend I recommend several weeks of close medical observation, if nothing changes, no reason to maintain it. She should be fine and is in good hands”

Tali was an energetic engineer, who when pressed could operate on speeds that almost reached that od hyperactive salarian. Thanks to it she managed to understand what he had said.

“Thanks Mordin. Could you call me if something changes?” the quarian requested politely and the professor nodded.

“Of course, admire the quarians cooperation. Have several advices helpful for mixed special couples as well data from Miss T’Soni team. With you increasing volume I advise extra caution” added Dr Solus innocently, but the quarian felt ready to melt.

Professor, we appreciate your concern, but please stay on topic. You wrote that there were new discoveries based of examinations of Cerithia T'mivus. Could you share them with us?” the asari saved the engineer from the embarrassing silence. Shepard enjoyed her squirming far too much to save the quarian.

Mordin already widely gesticulating with his hands started to move through the room.

“Yes. Excited. Asari the longest spacefaring species, seemingly well documented biology and lifecycle. Still managed undocumented processes in them. The original theory confirmed with little modifications thanks to Miss T’Soni data. However it’s incomplete, the patient T'mivus condition provided invaluable information. Asari mongo-gendered, but live in family units almost identical to other, poly-gendered species, save for inclination to polygamy. Miss T’Soni state seems to be best suited for reproduction and taking care of new-borns. However it would leave her sustainable to predators, low chances of survival alone. Logical necessity for asari that would fill more masculine role, protecting her mate and providing her with sufficient nutrition”

“Mordin” interrupted Shepard, it was getting hard to understand the quick stream of worlds pouring from his lips.

“Are you saying that T'mivus basically become a male asari?”

“No, although not wholly incorrect. It’s rare, but not unobserved for asari to assume more masculine, protective role in relationship, even after carrying an offspring. In this case patient’s illness, upon entering next biological stage, caused instincts to develop to abnormal levels. The asari was fortunate, hormone levels almost caused organ failure, will need more medical attention. Extra evidence provided by Miss T’Soni commando. Herself and her asari subordinates experienced themselves to be physically fascinated by Miss Naenn’s body” the salarian explained, surprising all of his guests.

“So asari are naturally chubby chasers? Then why it’s such news, we should have heard about something about it” noticed Shepard.

“Not necessary. Most asari are extremely sensible to their image, the beauty standards in our societies may cause that the concept of overweight asari is never confided in any meaningful manner. The imperative to feed partner is always ignored or wrongly interpreted, likely too week to affect behaviour outside very specific condition, asari in this position are minority. Form of matriarch maturity observed in Miss T’Soni aren’t documented for the same reason. If process is viewed as shameful, censorship may be the reason for lack of data”

For the several seconds two women and an asari were absorbing his words.

Hmm… professor Solus have a point, if there is something that may discredit us or make us appear unappealing our government sweeps it under the rook faster than overly squeamish maidens” admitted Liara reluctantly.

“Yes. Admittedly this part largely unproved, albeit fitting. Still have some data and simulations to go through, but need more data from wider pool to confirm” finished the hyperactive salarian.

I admit that the topic interesting to me, for obvious reasons. I may have an idea how to gather necessary information, but it’s just an concept for now. I’ll send you information if I have something concrete. Will it be all?” said the ex-archaeologist.

“Yes, thank you for the data. Refreshing to be working on fascinating topic, without danger. Nice change. Will inform if something new comes up. Now need to return to work. have few ideas to improve shields from collector swarm” replied Mordin and returner to his console, effectively ending conversation.

Liara offered only casual, almost cold farewell to Shepard and much more positive to Tali. They did pretend to had broken up on bad terms.

The spectre and quarian exited lab.

“You go up without me. I need to check something… Ssshhh”

Elizabeth put finger on the helmet’s speaker.

“You can’t go to the engineering, we still have much to make up for. And don’t speak when eating. It’s impolite” the pale woman instructed with the small smirk.

It’s worth noting that Tali’s silence, after healing about Zoma, was largely caused by the nutrient paste pouring to her mouth. The large container attached to suit had been freshly refilled by the commander.

The engineer did an annoyed pose, but did as asked(ordered). To be honest, she didn’t mind that much, being pampered by Shepard was pleasant and the smaller woman knew there would be a reward for good behaviour.

Still, Tali decided everything had to have limits. So with firm resolution to offer more steadfast opposition if situation continues for much longer, she went to elevator. Just like many times before.

Meanwhile, Shepard made her way to XO’s quarters. Since their return, she didn’t have the time to talk with Miranda. What’s more she had received several notification about her stomach reaching its limits. The operative was an smart woman, she could have found a way to cheat the sensors, or hopefully learned to properly deal with it by herself.

While the commander was sceptic, she wouldn’t mind. Contrary to what Miranda may think she didn’t feed her to spite her.

The doors were firmly locked, but Shepard came in with little problem.

The sight in side was a surprise, a pleasant one.

Miranda was soundly asleep on her bead only in trousers and lingerie. Around her empty wrappers after various MRE’s, with bits of them visible on the sheets. The effects of the weeks of feeding were clearly visible, every part of her could be described as bigger.

Not unrecognizably so, but if somebody hadn’t seen the brunette in those last months, he/she would likely assume that woman before her was Miranda’s close relative. Physically similar, but with none of the operative’s trademark strife to perfection or self-control.

After all there’s was no way, that Miranda Lawson would let herself go like that. Those meaty, wide limbs, soft, ridiculously large breasts and beginning of double chin, under the cherubic face couldn’t possibly belong to the genetically engineered woman.

Currently,  the commander attention was focused on the brunette stomach. The formerly washboard-flat organ had fallen behind the operative’s curves in expansion,, but right now it was her most prominent feature. Gone was the flabby bag, already splitting into two folds, in its place was a large orb almost as big as a medical ball. The strained gut was covered in red marks, gurgling angrily and seemingly moving with every ominous gurgle.

The situation was clear to Elizabeth, although she was curious how it came to be and even more the regretted not being there to witness this obvious, rampant example of gluttony.

To watch this soft belly being stuffed and rise, becoming strained as a drum. Even now it held undeniable appeal, the spectre was curious about how it would feel under her fingers…

Shepard squashed her rising arousal, forcing her thoughts to remain cold. Miranda was an extremely attractive woman, to the commander even more than ever, but if there was few thing the tall female would never do, adultery was one of them.

 

 

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The commander shook her head, as if she just woke up. Seeing as Miranda was deep in slumber she decided for a bit of investigation.

It didn’t take long to find an ingesting object.

The spectre recognized container with stimulants, some of section were far for full.

The wide, toothy grin-like expression split the pale face in two and red hum strengthened under the skin.

The substances missing were far from the most potent, but considering variety and amount used in those few days, Miranda was going a hard time getting full in following weeks.

Ģ̡̫͓͉̦̳̮̩̺̻̤̎̎͒͐̈̾̌ͥ̏̋̂̑̎ͣ́̉͟ͅͅõ̵ͪ͌̐̓͂̓͂͗̓ͣ͆̂̉̄͆ͦ҉͓̪̺̠͚̳̮o̧̞̱̜̼̮̦̰̱̥̰̹̹̤̹͓̘ͤ͗ͭͣ͊͗̿͆́͌̄̒̾̎͛̒͜͡d͛ͬ̐̀̽̾͋̆ͬͧ̊̚҉͇̼̩̺͜͢͝

 

The spectre’s teeth somehow become sharper, elongated and the parody of smile on her face even wider.

T̶̫̝͔̯̳͈̦̺̜͔̖͖̠̰͖̪̑̉ͫ̽ͫ͒͌̎ͭ͐̈͑̒ͧ̃̌̆̓̕ͅh̡̰̱̰͍͉͈͕̟̬͖̹̳̖̯̩ͥͫ͂̋̈͑ẽͯͩͤ̉ͧ͑ͯͯ̚҉̸̷̞͚̘̗͕̤̙͉̤͚̙̜͈͓͍͜ͅy̴͌͆ͥ̌̐̆ͭ҉̸̧͎͎̩̯̠͍͎̜͓̘͖̖̤̮̺̫͠  She left the room in the same state she had found it in. The spectre decide to left that situation to develop on its own, seeing as it was going so good.

Besides Shepard had her own girl to take care of.

 

 

***  

 

 

Several hours later

 Illium, Nos Astra, Research facility oversaw by Dr. Ahum

 

 

“A fucking porn mag?! You *chew* psychos want us to pose for *chew* a porn mag!?” shouted a fat asari, easily in over 300 pounds range.

The conversation was held in one of the experimental apartments. Currently, it was used to gauge how long lasted effect of substances that had been used.

A long time, at least without outside countermeasures.

Inside were five asari. Four of them were from the original, drug-testing group, formerly associated with Heless Vate. All of them were in various states of undress and, above all obesity.

Fat bulged in form of bellies, enlarged curves, and widened limbs. Also despite the bravado, the inhabitants barely managed to tear themselves off their main occupation: eating. And even during speaking they frequently took bites of food.

The fifth asari was different. She was slim and wearing a full, proper business-asari dress, and her expression maintained professional neutrality.

“A pin-up magazine, yes. Nudity isn’t required nor even planned and your identities will be hidden with some tampering by our experts. Considering your situation and a hefty sum you’ll receive extra after the contract expires, I think my employer is giving you the most gracious offer” explained the bureaucrat, forcing herself for pleasantries. That fat idiot was getting on her nerves.

Jonuci Masus, because she had seemed to appoint herself a spokesperson for the newly assembled group, put the last piece of candy bar in her chocolate-stained mouth.

 

 

“*munch*…You bastards drug us and make us eat like fucking bovines for slaughter. Now you want to put in some messed-up pin-up mag, Think again bitch. What stops us from smearing you on the wall? Ugggh” asked former commando and with effort, leaned out to reach another treat. Liara’s employee was quiet for a second before replying in a much less cordial tone.

“You don’t seem to realize your position, so let me spell it out for you. You are severely overweight, with little practice. Even if you managed to hurt me, this room would be filled with gas and terminated. My employer gives you an opportunity to have provided some financial stability four yourself, instead of sitting on your fat asses. Feeding you all isn’t exactly cheap, how exactly do you intend to keep yourself afloat after we let you go? Also, keep in mind, we could persuade you to attend without any monetary bonus, whatever you want it or not” the asari explained and took a breath.

“I don’t know what is the point of this and I don’t care. My employer gives you chance to refuse, but I am here to get results and I’m willing to…”

“I’m in” said the third voice and bleach followed.

Linulha Novo, the formerly mindlessly voracious asari regained her grim on her actions, although food remained her main focus. Currently, the easily over400 pounds asari was sitting in one of the couches, happily stuffing herself with dried strips of meat. She was wearing only lingerie, with her adipose-ridden body on with full display. Her most eye-catching feature, the large, round, and constantly full stomach rested between her thighs.

“*buurrrp* it’s not like I got anything better to do and I *munch* always wanted to be a model. Besides It’s not like *much*anybody is going to actually buy it *munch*. Just add extra servings*munch* and we have a deal. Lenithnea, Josanly?”

It’s worth mentioning that at the sides of the fattest resident were sitting Sasir twins. They were both bigger than Masus, but considerably lighter than their couch-mate. Over the last months, the identical asari and Linulha had grown…close.

“*munch*…Sure”

“Whatever…*munch*”

Despite the pang of disgust, she felt from the sight of three fat, shameless asari, the bureaucrat couldn’t help the smug look appearing on her face. 

She turned back to her conversationalist, who looked ready to grind her teeth to dust.

“Perhaps you would like to revaluate your stance?”

 

 

*** 

 

 

The meeting with the hypnotized group was… peculiar. They seemed to behave normally, eerily so, but completely obvious to their obsessive gluttony and fact that their bodies had grotesquely swelled with fat.

There were some threats, but they lacked heat, but most of the former maidens mocked the idea and showed little interest.

Then the operative acted along with the egghead's suggestions. She slipped a few hints about the onset buffet and extra food privileges. That seemed to work like the best bait, even if her prey was unaware.

 

 

***  

The other groups were similar, although a few actual volunteers had refused. IN this case, she had strict order to not press(threaten) too much.

Still, it was a success overall. In total, the operative had several dozen asari and human females willing to pose for the magazine. Almost entirety of the selected ones. All of them ranged from slightly overweight(and growing) to ridiculously obese(at least to the recruiting asari’s eyes).

For what reason her boss would organize something so ridiculous as pin-up magazine with fat humanoids, she had no idea.

But there were two things she was certain of. One: questioning her boss without anything meaningful to say was idiotic. Two: T’Soni’s even most outrageous projects seemed to bring some sort of gain.

But what could the information broker gain from this?

 

 

***

 

 

A Few days later

 Normandy SR-2, XO’s office

 

 

After the mess with project “Overlord”, the Normandy had set course to the Citadel. They had several matters to attend mostly handling their “guests” to “proper” authorizes as well as fell upgrades and repairs to the ship. Nothing drastic, not like on Illium, but they were going to be grounded for few two-three days.

Now they were a few hours away from their destination and the crew was preparing. Emptying the necessary areas, preparing documentation, hiding AI core.

Miranda…well…Miranda was trying to button her pants. Not exactly her pants, everything in her wardrobe was far too small for her for some time now, but the pants from the biggest set of female, Cerberus uniform she could find.

For the last few days the operative rarely left her room, she simply had too much work to be dallying on the ship and didn’t bother with it, often even walking without trousers.

So imagine her shock when that day Miranda, after quite a bit of effort put her pants up, only to realize the piece of cloth didn’t want to close.

Oh…she tried, several times and with dedication worth of more noble cause, but it had become painfully apparent that it was pointless. She needed clothes for the trip to the Citadel if only to find some more fitting for herself, not to mentions her various official duties.

That left one option. The brunette couldn’t borrow wardrobe from, Shepard, save lingerie, the commander curves were ridiculous…how this wall of muscles was so big?... so they should be wide enough, but she knew that they were far too long to look even somewhat presentable on her.

That left the male wardrobe and only pieces of it on the larger end.

Miranda knew that was foolish to care about it, but the fact she had to give up on female clutches due to her figure, stung.

She would have to ask Shepard to bring it for her. The operative had to admit, non-sarcastically, that commander was helpful. The brunette wrote a quick request and glanced at her reflection.

This time any disgust she felt was drowned under the wave of spiteful satisfaction.

I hope you get proper reports, father. Look at the effect of the fortune spent on genetic research, look at your legacy

Her every limb was covered in an undeniable layer of soft adipose. Unlike T’Soni’s, Miranda’s face did little to combat the onslaught of fat, her cheekbones were all, but invisible, cheeks inflated and under it was a clear beginning of second chin. Of course, the bulk of blubber concentrated in her curves. The operative never had thought she would be so happy for Shepard’s own enormous bottom and chest, tanks to it the brunette had something to borrow. The erogenous zones had, barely noticeable under inspection, signs after healed stretchmarks. 

Her gut was in worse condition, due to the terrible abuse it had been enduring lately, it picked on more mass, but also was covered in reddish, still healing marks. Miranda usually fell into a food coma before smearing the lotion on herself and she had only her extraordinary biology to thanks for the situation not being worse.

Speaking of her gut…

The operative massaged the soft surface and instinctively looked down.

She was hungry. Good

Of course, the brunette wasn’t able to see her tum, it was obscured by her enormous, softening boobs. She could see veins pulsing under the skin, and small patches of boob-flesh overflowing the bra.

However, her cravings quickly snapped her out of the trance. Miranda was still getting used to it. Thanks to T’Soni’s drugs, she was constantly hungry. That feeling simply ranged from an almost obsessive desire to devour everything in sight, to a slight compulsion to stuff yourself further despite being on the verge of explosion.

Her omitool beeped, Shepard wrote that she’s going to bring clothes an hour later, she was busy sparing.

Miranda felt herself smiling, it was enough time for a snack.

With relief, she fell on the couch in the bedroom area. The brunette had never before thought that standing for such a short time could be tiring, but now she was learning otherwise.

With a grunt, she picked a container and a bottle of shake from under the couch. Inside, there were enough MRE’s, to be more than a full meal volume-wise and more than several meals worth calorie-wise.

With no remorse Miranda began systematically destroy the box’s contents, occasionally sipping on the dense liquid. And in a matter of minutes, she devoured a load of food that several weeks ago would leave her stuffed to the brim.

Now…well, the brunette could still go for more, despite feeling a considerable load in her stomach.

She rubbed her engorged middle and reminded herself that under her desk was another box, that one containing some sweets beside usual rations. The obese asari had pocked those as well to vary her meals. Miranda ignore those so far, but now…

There was one problem, food and her own bulk was weighting the operative down, and during last months she experienced very little physical exercise. To put it simply, even if she would deny it, Miranda had gotten lazy and didn’t want to leave the couch.

Then the stuffed female heard doors opening, her brow furrowed. She had ordered EDI to not let anyone, not “in-the-know”, in without asking her first. So who…

“Where are you bitch? Don’t hide, the computer said you’re here” shouted a familiar voice.

…well she does fit the criteria sighed the brunette mentally, she felt good and didn’t want to deal with the criminal. Then a daring idea came to her, if Jack was here she may as well be useful.

“I’m sitting here. You would notice if you cared to look before shouting. If you want anything, please hand me the container from under the desk” informed the operative casually. Miranda was simply sitting on the couch in a location obscured by the shower.

“I’m not your fucking maid, cheerleader!” hissed the convict and began going towards the brunette.

“I wouldn’t think of this, but I can keep quiet about anything you ask me later the taller woman explained. What followed was series of curses and grumbling, but it would seem that the former prisoner picked up the item.

“The fuck is…” 

Jack arrived with the container, frown visible on her face, but the moment she saw the glutted Miranda, she exploded with laughter. 

“…hahahaaa...so…your…a pig not…haha… a bitch…”

The operative patiently endured the laughter and various insults.

“Are you done? The box” interrupted annoyed Miranda.

The snickering convict handed it to her and the brunette reached for the fattening content.

“ppffff...you really think you need more food?” asked Jack as she watched the overweight woman bit into a nutrient bar.

“I believe *munch* that I informed you of my reasons for *munch* my overindulgence. If *munch* you don’t want to watch turn around or * munch* get out” informed the operative between bites.

The mocking smirk disappeared, Jack seemingly couldn’t decide on the proper expression, finally settling on the furrow.

“Shut it bitch, I have questions”

And surprising Miranda the tattooed woman pulled from behind a holopad that had been stepped to the harness, to one of the straps that made up her “outfit”. 

For the next several minutes the criminal had asked questions, mentioned few things that needed to be clarified as well as other issues. Miranda kept on eating and answering, discussing.

The entire situation genuinely surprised Miranda. Despite crude language and insults, it was clear that Jack had thoroughly read the data provided by her and T’Soni, what’s more, she sorted them and managed to correctly interpret them.

It was a far cry from the mindless, albeit dangerous, hooligan the brunette had categorized Jack as.

There was a brief break in the conversation when Miranda felt a donut next to her lips. Without a thought, she bit into it, although something was wrong.

When the brunette swallowed the last bite, she realized she hadn’t been the one holding the threat.

“Pfff…don’t try bullshitting me that it's just part of some cover piggy” said Jack with a smirk.

Miranda felt blood rushing to her cheeks and a growing spark of fury. But she forced herself to remain calm, to think.

The taller woman shifted to a more comfortable position, widened space between her legs for now tightly protruding gut, leaned more on the back to relieve her spine of some load. Normally she wouldn’t assume such an undignified position, even before such degenerate as Jack, but…

“Since you’re so eager to help *munch*, please do continue” Miranda informed, swallowed the bit of MRE, and simply opened her mouth, waiting.

Jack recoiled, smirk disappearing, turning into confusion and…something(?), but surprisingly not in the disgust. Soon a look of angry determination and bared, clenched teeth overshadowed everything.

“You’re on, hog” replied the convict and grabbed another treat.

The following minutes were probably the most bizarre in Miranda’s life, which was saying something.

Accompanied by various, imaginative profanities Jack was cramming both sweets and MRE’s bars into Miranda’s mouth. It took some time before the convict adjusted pace so the brunette wouldn’t choke, but soon enough the operative was receiving food at a speed that allowed her to bite, chew and swallow. 

Nothing else was possible. Miranda was barely able to eat and not easy, but the bald woman didn’t care. Save the nature of food it was quite similar to Shepard’s treatment with funnel.

Not entirely though, Shepard had been indifferent and completely professional during those, while Jack was full of passion, even if fuelled by anger.

For some reason, this made the operative feel…strange, even if not unpleasant.

The unreal process was at its end. Miranda’s belly became taunt and round, only a small rift remaining after folds. Oh, it wasn’t her limit, with months of practice and newfound elasticity the brunette could easily pack in more, but the container was empty.

The only thing remaining was that European(?) donut with filling in Jack’s fingers. The convict crammed it between the brunette’s lips and she dutifully bitted into it.

However as the treat was being consumed, the chocolate filling was escaping in the opposite direction, on the tattooed fingers.

It was unclear what was the cause, was Jack too slow or Miranda too fast and too entranced to stop, or perhaps all of this was in work.

Sufficient to say, that the over operative didn’t stop at the last part of a cake, instantly started to lick the much thinner than her own fingers, sucking a thick layer of chocolate filling and frosting.

The operative realized what she was doing only once the tattooed hand was all but clean. She recoiled as if the convict’s hand was made from red-hot steel and absent-mindedly swallowed the sweet mass that had been stuffing her cheeks.

The sight before her was, once again, most surprising. Instead of disgust, typical for her wrath or even surprise, Jack’s face betrayed confusion, and… was that blush on her face?!

The seconds of following silence seemed like an eternity to both women.

Suddenly, like a startled animal, Jack stood up.

“Fuck you, fuck this shit!” yelled the convict, but her voice was strangely breaking, lacking conviction.

With that, the tattooed woman fled the room. Yes, it couldn’t be a mistake for anything else than escape.

Miranda was left on the couch with remains of food on the fabric around her, on her face, with distended, fat gut between her legs and wide open, gaping mouth.

She had been wrong – this was the most bizarre in her life.

 

 

***

Several hours later 
Captain’s quarters 

Tali was contemplating her reflection in the bathroom’s big mirror. Anyone, even passingly familiar with a quarian body language would notice her distress.

To be more exact, the engineer's attention was focused on her lower body. Her hips, bottom, and legs – the places where her new adipose was mostly focused and, noticeable, even when in the suit. While outside of the isolation it was possible to notice an increase in other areas, her lower body was as big, if not bigger, than Miranda’s. Of course, she was lighter, for now, than the operative, but her gain was more focused. And she was gaining on the brunette.

In short, only the blind wouldn’t notice the fact that Tali was probably the most bootylicious quarian alive. And her species was more gifted in that area than humans or asari.

Now, instead of helping to prepare for nearing arrival and repairs, the engineer was fussing about how people on the Citadel will react to her figure. Tali herself wasn’t bothered by it any longer, the crew was either accepting or smart enough not to make an issue of it.

But they were approaching the Citadel, heart of the galactic government, full of scruffy diplomats, businessmen, and other individuals with superiority complex bigger than the station itself. It wasn’t a pleasant place to be a quarian normally, but how all those egocentrics would react? What’s worse how would react a fellow quarian, they were some on the Citadel.

Tali had long since developed a thick skin to various profanities and accusations, she would deal with them. But it doesn’t mean she wasn’t a bit concerned, especially about the prospect of meeting a pilgrim from the Flotilla.

“You’re overthinking” informed a voice.

Tali pose straightened and she looked calmly at the source. Leaning on the doorframe was Elizabeth, wearing her casual outfit and with a small smile. The quarian had, somehow, gotten used to the spectre appearing out of thin air.

“I know, I know… it’s just…I really don’t want this visit to be ruined by some comments. It's rare meet quarian as big as me” explained the engineer with embarrassment.

Shepard approached and took her hands.

“Yes, I have never met a quarian as beautiful as you, prettier than any woman at Citadel. That and I know that you’re smarter than to get angry because of some idiot with a quarter of your brain. You’re skilled, intelligent, if someone will insult based on how you look or your species it’s miracle they lived past infancy. Also, please remember that I’ll be there if you need me” the commander said warmly.

Her words made Tali blush under the helmed and feel insects in her belly.

“Worst case, you can sic the butcher of Torfan on anyone who sours your mood or blackmail them through our lovely asari archaeologist” Shepard added with a wicked grin. 

The quarian freed one hand and playfully smacked the spectre.

“No murder and no blackmail. You two are bad enough as it is”

Elizabeth laughed and pulled her lover close, almost enough to bury the purple vision in her ample bosom, stopping barely an inch away from it. Not that Tali would have minded, especially as she felt the long fingers on her hips.

“Mmmm… since we’re on topic. I cannot help but wonder how much you've grown, wouldn’t you mind checking?” purred Shepard with a sweet smile. 

Again the quarian felt heat on her face and didn’t realize that she had never informed Elizabeth of this feature in her suit.

“Hymp… fine, give me a moment” replied the shorter woman and with some regret wrangled herself from the human’s embrace. She started typing on her omnitool, it was a simple and quick affair but took enough time for the spectre to tightly hug her lover from behind.

“210 pounds” Tali whispered, she knew she had put on weight, it was painfully clear, but to be aware of the exact number…

Hmmm… that’s a nice start.” 

The quarian heard it spoken in a low, rumbling voice right beside her head and could feel vibrations from the large, muscular body pressing to her chubby one. She felt the heat spreading through her body, also in the lower sections, and suddenly remembered the conversation she had few hours prior.

Thanks to Eristena, Tali had been able to converse with Zoma. While they knew each other only briefly it was still nice and further reassured Shepard’s lover of her kinsman's safety. The duo also spoke about less crucial things, the obese quarian’s perceptivity surprised the engineer. The immobilized woman managed to notice Tali’s own increased figure and interrogate her about her current relationship status. In return, she shared her own experiences and mentioned many experiences she had thanks to her blubbery body.

Zoma was very descriptive, very graphically so. Now, scenarios she had been talking about flashed through Tali’s mind. She could help but wonder, how it would feel to be with Shepard while being as large as Zoma…

Then, she looked up and glanced at the mirror. That turned her attention away from vivid scenarios.

Shepard was sporting that strange, unsettling grin of hers, but the spectre’s reflection seemed blurry(?) and… was that eyes?

“Eh… as much as I would love to stay we have job to do. But later… I know this restaurant on Citadel, nothing fancy, but I think you’ll like it” Shepard said, in a voice ridiculously unfitting the phantasm Tali had seen in the mirror and reluctantly released her girlfriend.

“Ah…I would love to” answered the engineer when she snapped out of the daze and a warm feeling returned.

Still, as Tali watched the tall woman leave, she couldn’t help but wonder about the terrible image in the mirror.

 

 

***

Several hours later
Citadel

“Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?” asked the maiden pleasantly enough, but scanned a potential customer with wary eyes. Not surprisingly, she was an employee in one of the high-end stores on Citadel and Miranda had to make do with Cerberus uniform. However, the brunette had no answer for the faint blush that appeared on the asari's face.

“I have a bit of situation. I need to replenish my wardrobe and resize a few clothes” informed the operative and gestured to a rather large container hovering next to her.

“Of course, I’ll happily show you what we have to offer, but I’m afraid we adjust only our products and for premium members” answered the saleswoman with a beaming smile.

Miranda felt anger and embarrassment in her chest. She was somewhat familiar with the asari, the maiden was the one usually attending to her when thebrunttewas in this store. The operative was indeed a premium member and she knew for the fact that the employee had memorized her.

But that had been over a hundred pounds ago.

Wordlessly, she flashed omnitool, sending data to the asari’s console. The maiden blinked in surprise and this time fully blushed.

“M… Miss Lawson, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you. Is this something normal for humans? I thought that…” rambled the normally very professional asari.

“No, as it turned out I possess a very rare genetic disorder. Now, Miss Javo, can we please return to the matter at hand?” interrupted the operative sternly.

The asari managed to compose herself, her expression returned to the pleasant, professional one, but a faint tint of purple remained on her cheeks for some reason.

“Of course ma’am”

First, they had taken Miranda’s measurements. There was no trouble with that, although a human woman responsible for this raised eyebrows at them. Then came an attempt at finding new clothes.

It was when…complications started.

Miranda was aware of how much she gained as well as the only pieces of lingerie that fit her was Shepard’s, which had been custom made. So she started with the biggest sets available, intending to scale down accordingly.

That didn’t work as planned.

Most of the shop’s merchandise simply didn’t fit the brunette. Mostly she wasn’t even able to close the bras or put on panties. Even if Miranda managed this feat, it couldn’t be even called a close fit, as lingerie dug painfully in her adipose-filled flesh. Her breast overflowed bras in a truly ridiculous manner, pants gave her painful wedges, and even then were mostly covered by her meaty butt cheeks.

Miranda’s temper was rising and the maiden attending her was getting more embarrassed and distressed by a minute.

Finally, gritting her teeth, the brunette gave up on lingerie and skipped to clothes.

Results were similar, or even worse, as an attempt to fit in the clothes resulted in a very graphic testament to how much the operative's figure had changed.

Miranda was seething, furious with the situation, although there were a few contradictory feelings mixed in. The artificial-made woman was furious about the inability to restock her wardrobe, not her overweight body. At the same time, the brunette felt a vengeful satisfaction, she hoped that somebody was updating her father of her current state, she hoped he saw her fat, swollen body.

“Miss Lawson?” asked the asari carefully.

“Yes?”

The maiden winced at the falsely pleasant tone of the human female but continued.

“I’m afraid that we don’t have anything else and resizing will be finished tomorrow, not today. We…we simply don’t have enough fabric” explained the maiden, almost visibly shrinking under Miranda’s gaze.

The operative felt herself shaking, but forced herself to close her eyes and inhale a square meter of air.

“I see”

“But…well, a several meters from here is another store of our brand, however, it specializes in maternal outfits…” advised the saleswoman, very quietly.

Miranda simply stared for several seconds, before exhaling, her expression relaxed.

“Thank you for the information, I’ll check it. My ship sets out in three days, I expect my clothes to be done by then, please send me the notification” the brunette answered and began walking out the store.

She didn’t see that the maiden was very closely observing her wobbling butt with bitten lip and blush.

***

Three hours later
The Normandy SR-2, The third deck,

The elevator opened, revealing an unusual image.

The snickering Jack was leaning on equally cheerful Miranda, the convict’s nose nearly in the large cleavage. The operative wasn't faring much, better on her face was a visible smile unfitting her typical stern image and she supported herself a bit on Shepard. On the other, the blood-haired woman seemed perfectly sober only a bit annoyed, only tendency to slip into her native language being a sign of consumed alcohol. Finally, there was Kasumi, who was dangling like a sack of potatoes over, the spectre's shoulder. The thief murmured something, every then and now exploding into a fit of giggles.

But what resulted in this?

It’s simple, really.

Miranda had visited the shop advertised by the asari maiden and had been returning to the ship with the supply of material, albeit high-quality and fashionable, clothes.

Still, she was in a rather foul mood, the operative was hungry, ravenous really, her joints ached with weak, but constant dull pain caused by extra pounds. Then, she had been ambushed by Kasumi. The thief invited her for a “girl-time”. Obviously, the brunette was firmly against it, but a mix of nagging and blackmail convinced her to go if only to have the thief stop talking.

The operative was led to the establishment of a much lower category than she would have ventured out of her own volition, but it was surprisingly tidy.

Inside, the operative easily noticed Shepard(it was hard not to) and when she took a closer look, she noticed yeoman Chambers and unfortunately Jack.

Obviously, the convict had started with insults and Miranda had been already in a poor mood so a scuffle almost broke out. The spectre had diffused situation with few “calming” words and stern gaze, accompanied by the fellow ginger's much more positive commentary.

The beginning of the “party” was tense. Shepard wanted to unwind when none of her lovers was available. Jack wanted to get smashed and have some fun(of whatever variety she could find). Kasumi wanted to fish for some juicy tidbits and have some laughs. Miranda wanted to be back on the Normandy take shower and most importantly eat something, Kelly…well she wanted many things.

However, most ladies had made a critical error. They had let Elizabeth chose liquor and set the pace. When it comes to stronger alcohols, the human spectre accepted only vodka or even stronger, homemade beverages.

Miranda and Jack are biotics and no strangers to various alcohols, but while it’s a miraculous hangover cure, the ability didn’t prevent them from getting **.

Kelly was surprisingly resilient for her petite frame, Kasumi a bit less so.

Shepard…well, later when the second, 2-liter bottle of vodka had shown bottom, the tall woman was still infuriatingly sober and had tenderly reminiscence her family moonshine recipe.

Meanwhile, the thief had been fighting bravely but seemed to be loseing connection with reality momentarily. Surprisingly, both Jack and Miranda had been happy drunks. Still, mostly coherent, but their insults turned playful, joking, even if normally they would be at each other’s throats at this point. Kelly had sneaked out with some female turian, a bottle earlier.

With resignation, Shepard had stood up and a minute later returned with two bottles and normal glass. One had been identical to previous ones, second was smaller and had ryncol inside. The commander wasn’t a fan of this drink, it had disgusting texture and taste, but had been determined to get at least tipsy.

She poured vodka into her companions’ shot glasses and mix of it and ryncol to hers.

When both bottles were empty, Shepard had been experiencing a faint hum that soothed the pain of lonesome existence and decided that it had been a job well done.

At the same time, the convict and operative had been engaged in a game of ”who-had-shittier-childhood” and some weird, passive-aggressive flirting. Kasumi was lying on the table, ready to transcendent to another state of enlightenment.

Of course, they had to make their way back to the ship, which culminated in the elevator scene. The good( debatable in the spectre case) thing was that the walk allowed them to sober up a bit, save Kasumi.

“I’m going to put our master thief in her bed. You two, wait or can you make it on your own?” Elizabeth asked the duo.

“I’m… perfectly capable…”

“We ain’t some like-weights like the hoody…*hic*”

“…yes”

The spectre nodded and made her way to the thief’s abode. The bizarre pair started to carefully stumble to Miranda’s office. Once inside they both fell on the bed with relief and a giggle that was very contradictory to their normal personas.

It was that moment, that hunger pierced through to Miranda’s alcohol-clouded mind, snacks back at the bar had been a drop in the bucked of what her stomach needed.

Then she realized that somebody grabbed her butt cheeks.

“Fuck, you got one fat ass” murmured Jack and squeezed. The operative responded with neither moan nor giggle.

“Mmm… better than yours. If you’re bored grab me something to eat, first” said the brunette and lazily gestured to the container with the afternoon meal.

The tattooed woman grimace, but swaying she brought food. Meanwhile, with effort Miranda managed to, roll over on her back.

“Shiiitt, you’re sure you aren’t a cow, those tits look ready to be milked”

The operative snapped the tattooed hand that reached for her boob, which almost resulted in Jack falling on her.

“Food, now. Cultivating a perfect body requires a proper nu...nut...nutr… food. And do this properly this time” informed Miranda.

“Pft, like you need more lard” snorted the convict and loudly clapped the brunette’s fat gut.

The operative merely opened her mouth, she was hungry.

It was a repeat of the situation from the days ago, only with more drunken clumsiness and cheer.

Much more cheer.

For some reason botch females were getting hotter and it wasn’t just alcohol at work.

“Fuck, you’re getting off of this” Jack vocalized her observation, when Miranda had let out less than… appropriate sound after eating a pastry.

It was a good thing she had already swallowed.

“Wh…What? Have you finally lost your mind?!” sputtered the operative and tried to get up, but a donut, forcefully shoved between her lips, brought her down.

“You hate daddy so much? Or do you just like being fattened like a pig, cheerleader? Who’s degenerate now, bitch?” sneered the criminal with glee.

The brunette managed to chow down the treat in record time, anger piercing through the alcohol-fuelled cheer.

“It takes one to know another or you groping and ogling my tits is just an accident?” hissed Miranda in low voice and looked into Jack’s face.

The tattooed woman’s expression went through several different emotions in the spawn of few seconds, finally second on determination, accompanied by a smirk.

“You know what cheerleader? Fuck this”

Two things happened almost at once, another treat was forced into the brunette’s mouth. Meanwhile, Jack’s hand moved from the lower portion of Miranda’s upper thigh, place it had been happily occupying for several last minutes, to under the brunette’s trouser and between two enlarged legs.

“MMMmmmm!” moaned Miranda through a stuffed mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?! You like being fed and fucked like a pig! Why don’t you squeal for…!”

The grinning woman’s rant was interrupted when the brunette pulled on one of the straps that make up the convict's outfit. Two women were facing each other.

The operative, swallowed food, nearly ** in the process.

“You can either shut the fuck up and get going for real or get out of my room” gaped Miranda breathlessly

Jack grinned again, one hand was reaching for another dounut, the second was clumsily ripping the newly bought clutches.

It was going to be a fun night.

 

 

 ***

Around the same time
Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

Liara with tired satisfaction sat on her bed. The work as the Shadow Broker and preparing for Reapers was mentally demanding as well as draining. But the effects, even if some were appearing minuscule, were reassuring. The obese asari was pleased about it.

“Will that be all, Miss T’Soni?” politely asked an artificially generated voice.

It was yet another success in the doctor’s book. After months of painstaking, careful reprogramming she had managed to turn the previous Broker’s obnoxious VI into something truly great, she was sure even Tali would be impressed. The broker had given it designation: Glymph.

“Yes, please have the package from Illium brought her I want to test it” replied asari.

“Of course. Ma’am” and with that blue sphere flew off.

Liara smiled, it was good to have a…

*GGGGGRRRRROOOOOWWWWWLLLLL*

A deep, guttural growl rippled through the air like the hungry roar of an ancient beast.

Well, it wasn’t exactly incorrect, save for the “ancient” part.

The doctor with a blush on her face rubbed her gargantuan gut, normally she would have bent to its every demand, but the asari wanted to try something. It was hard to hold herself down, Liara was a growing matron after all.

Indeed, the information broker was happily gorging herself and growing, every part of her body swelling like dough. Her belly kept widening, creeping on her knees, every day farther. And the gluttonous sphere was hardly an exception, by the void even the asari’s blue toes were bigger.

A few days ago, the doctor realized with arousal, just in how different directions her arms had been pointing when she had pressed them to her meaty body. That wasn’t the only sign of her gluttony, Liara could still put on the shoes, but the task was so troublesome, that she left completely to one of many bots, the ex-archaeologist was using. Same with the rest of the clothes and certain, manual activities. Although all things considered, the automated assistance had been, so far, caused by laziness and convenience, but it appeared that in not so distant future they would be necessary as the asari grew.

It’s quite astounding what a few pounds on an already large body can body noted Liara, surprisingly ignorant of the truth. 

Surprising, even for herself, was how at peace with her slowly decreasing mobility, or perhaps the doctor was too pleased with her adipose-filed body to truly care.

With some effort, she managed to snuggle down in the middle of the bed, where the asari had prepared herself a spot with many pillows that nicely compensated her changing proportions. Then, the young matron grabbed a nearly holopad and began reviewing less crucial projects.

Mmm… Dr. Ahum and his team are doing a good job. Also, they have everything prepared and are going to start shooting soon. There’s no telling about the results, but that’s barely a drop in the budget, and if our observations are any indication… mused Liara.

“Ma’am” a synthetic voice interrupted her line of thoughts. Glymph returned and controlled by him robot brought in the package from Illium.

The item was a slightly modified machine that had been used to “help” patients bulk up mass, in Dr. Ahum’s facility. Most recently it had been used on Elona Loni and Heless Vate.

Why Liara would want such a device delivered? Simple, beyond purely physical, and increasingly demanding(the routine itself remained the same), exercises to avoid muscle entropy, Liara was taking up more biotic training. Most of this would be too hard for asari of her age, but the young matron had supplies of eezo and fuel far surpassing any other member of her age group and most matriarchs.

At the same time, even if the information broker’s species was the most “energy-efficient” when it came to biotics, it didn’t change the fact that new activity burned through many calories.

Keeping that in mind as well as her goal of gaining 50 pounds, Liara had ordered the machine. It was all purely for practical reasons and she didn’t intend to use it often if at all. It wasn’t as if the doctor was curious, not at all.

Soon, the robot set everything up.

“Thank you, Glymph. Please leave the remote near me, just in case. That will be all for today, you can return to your duties after finishing” informed Liara.

“Of course, Miss T’Soni”

The mech, thankfully it was a delicate, medical model, began inserting a funnel into Liara’s throat. The experience was a bit unpleasant, but not terribly so.

Almost immediately, the cream began flowing, the VI flew off and the doctor returned to the lecture.

While this mode of consumption was without the typical pleasure, a taste of food and physical act, however, the young matron knew that the paste, while more calorie-rich than any edible substance, had a taste that left much to be desired.

Minutes passed. At first, nothing happened, the substance was flowing calmly and the ex-researcher’s stomach needed quite a lot to even feel sated.

Of course, a considerable time later, this moment arrived, but the machine didn’t stop there. The paste kept being forced down Liara’s throat and her stomach grew.

The heavy asari ceased reading and focused on expanding mass, she tenderly rubbed its tender, pulsating with heat surface. Before this “meal”, she had consumed a lot of strong digestives, stretchers, and special, local anesthetic, so the doctor could pack away even more food.

Her spherical gut stretched, but the layer of blubber was too thick so it remained soft. Two chubby hands were rubbing the distending belly, the fullness inside growing to the aching, almost painful levels.

But Liara didn’t mind, instead, her soft face began getting purple with blush.

By the Goddess, she couldn’t help but imagine Elizabeth being there with her, Tali too would be welcome. To have them witness the testament to her gluttony, her dedication, and her fertile body. To have them plant a litter of beautiful daughters into her bountiful, fat flesh as they worshipped it.

The ex-archaeologist had heard tales of her species's lust, but she had chalked them up as rumors, caused by incomplete information.

But now? The doctor wasn’t so sure.

Now, with her lard-laden belly ridiculously swollen and painful, one hand remained on it while the second went to her equally enormous breast and nipple. Liara didn’t even try to reach between her tree-trunk-like legs, besides the sensitivity of that area for asari was minuscule compared to other species.

The pain grew and so the obese matron’s arousal, her imagination was running wild. She founded the monstrous, agony-filled, mass that pined her to the cracking bed and her chest. Liara’s heart was pounding furiously, managing to easily supply an enormous body only thanks to eons of evolution. The furious moans were barely muffed by the hose in the mouth and any movement was prevented by the very flesh that put in her state, but that only added to the doctor's excitement.

Ultimately, when her throbbing, beaded with sweat stomach felt ready to crack, when wrangling in ecstasy the young asari managed to make her obese body sway by millimeters… Liara reached her end.

SSSSsssssheeeparrrd!!!!.....

The mountain of asari went limp, her hands falling to the sides and eyes rolling back. The ex-archaeologist almost immediately drifted asleep, tired by the day’s events, and only her soft, distended middle was facing highly upwards in the mockery of common sense.

Soon, soundless the medbot arrived and gently removed the funnel from Liara’s lips.

Then, it left the counted asari alone to digest and grow…GROW.

 

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Ok, it's been ridiculously long since I posted, due to either lack of time or invention, but I made IT!!! HAha... and  It's moderate at best, but I think I managed to lay a lot of groundwork for the next chapters. 😅

About Tali and Liara, as much as I see the appeal, I think it would be best, continuity-wise if our tubby asari rejoined crew after the collector base. Unless I find some excuse but I have been planing to make it a part of finishing chapter(s?) for ME 2.

Most importantly I would like to thank Hasklet who took upon himself the grueling task of being my proof-writer.

 

***

 

Chapter 25: Resolutions

 

Morning
 The Normandy SR-2, XO’s office

Miranda was suddenly awake. She blinked, not comprehending the situation, why she woke. Everything was…

*ggggrrrrroowll*

A low noise coming from her middle made the operative painfully aware of the unbearable hollowness in her middle. Strangely enough, she opted to scan her surroundings first, something was different.

On the left were her clutches, the brunette would need to check her newest purchase and see what to wear. There were also some straps lying there….

Anyway, on the opposite side, Miranda noticed what was left of her meal, nothing edible. If she was estimating, the previous day the brunette had devoured her entire supply of not-MRE food. She would need to resupply, as long as they are docked the operative could treat herself to something else than calorie-dense rations.

Then there was…

FUCK

No matter how much Miranda tried, she couldn’t ignore her naked state, nor the sleeping owner of the head that was resting in the middle of her swollen bosom. What’s more, memories were coming back to here, very vivid ones, and worse - very pleasurable ones.

The defector gritted her teeth, how could she with that… that…

She took a deep breath, there was no point in getting worked over it. Jack, as much as Miranda hated to admit that, wasn’t a mindless brute and hadn’t done anything the brunette hadn’t allowed.

Ultimately it was only sex.

So she returned to the matter at hand – the operative was ravenous and could use a shower. She had to get herself free, waking the tattooed woman up wasn’t an option. While Miranda didn’t hold Jack’s sleep as a priority, if the criminal was woken up and saw the brunette, there could be some damage…

“MmmmMMmmmmm”

It would seem the problem was slowing itself. The convict moved and began opening her eyes.

“…what fucker is drilling…I’m gonna…”

At this moment half-lidded eyes noticed what, or rather who was her pillow. Despite this, her mind seemed to refuse to accept it.

“You…”

“If it’s any consolation the situation isn’t optimal for either. Let’s get up and get dressed, then you may throw a fit” informed Miranda, forcing neutrality in her voice.

The bald female’s face twisted but she did as told, murmuring under the nose. The duo began putting on clothes, and most definitely neither of them was trying to ogle the other.

Jack, due to small volumes of fabric on her, finished much faster, but maintained silence, despite the grimace.

Finally, they stood face to face.

“I believe it would be best to forget this incident” started Miranda.

“*tsk*… can't admit you loved eating eat my ass?” mocked the convict. This time the overweight woman’s teeth clenched.

“If anybody was… no matter, we both know you don’t want to be associated with Cerberus, and by proxy me, any more than necessary and I don’t want to be with you, so stop making it hard” replied Miranda.

Jack grimace reached new heights but nodded. Ultimately she had been arguing on principle.

*GGGGGRRRRROoooowwwwlllll*

The brunette took a deep breath.

“Now, excuse me. I need to eat something and clean up” said the brunette with the faintest blush and turned to a compartment that held emergency MREs.

The shorter woman muttered some profanity and went to the door. She stopped before them and looked back. Miranda was currently bent, at least as far as she could wither belly and breasts, and even though, although now well-fitting, trouser the convict could see the brunette large ass.

Jack bit her lip. She wouldn’t mind watching Miranda make a pig of herself…

 

*** 

 

A few hours later
The Citadel 

Tali smiled, she was genuinely happy. For now, she was done with Normandy and waiting for the repair crew to finish. Today, Shepard had taken to the restaurant as promised. Indeed the establishment was modest but very pleasant. The quarian liked it especially as it was clearly a mixed-species restaurant, it was the first time she had seen a krogan chef. Nobody bothered her and they had even a few quarian dishes, albeit prepared mostly for turian customers.

Later they sightsaw, visited a few associates. No one bothered them or mocked them, although Tali suspected that Elizabeth’s ability to turn anybody into a shaking jelly with a menacing gaze had been at work.

Accidently they stumbled upon another quarian or rather ran up to Shepard. It would seem, the young woman hadn’t realized upon first meeting that it had been The Saviour of Citadel who helped her.

Lia'Vael vas Tonbay was fumbling with some words, clearly flushed and embarrassed, but at the same determined to properly express her gratitude.

Was I like that? mused Tali as she had watched an almost bowing girl.

Then she introduced herself. At that, the shorter quarian almost fainted and almost immediately was even more excited. It would seem that Tali was an even greater hero than The First Human Spectre to Lia'Vael.

Shepard only laughed and teased Tali about having fans. Shepard only laughed and teased Tali about having fans. Then she proposed they all go to the café. The shortest woman had been trying to refuse, but once they received their order, it had become clear the girl had been hungry.

At some point Shepard had left, she had a meeting with Anderson. They had briefly met the human councilor, but he had been busy and, while the man had worded it extremely politely, there had been matters Anderson couldn’t have mentioned around Tali. 

The quarian didn’t blame him for that.

So now she was sitting alone with her kinsman. Once the girl had calmed down a bit, Tali began sharing her experiences and pieces of advice as an “experienced”, former pilgrim.

“Excuse me, Miss Zorah?” asked Lia'Vael, Tali looked at her still sipping on her drink.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot help but worry. Are you ill? I…I mean you’re so swollen, I cannot help but worry” explained the younger quarian with embarrassment.

Tali felt like she put her hand in the ship’s main power grid, too stunned to speak for a few seconds. So far her kinsman hadn’t mentioned her stature in any way, but it would seem her luck ran out. To be honest, it was a matter of time, the engineer was lucky that seats had no armrests otherwise sitting down might have been problematic, standing up even more so.

“No, no, no. I’m healthy it’s just…ahem” 

The taller quarian tried to compose herself and maintain her “dignified” demeanor. Somehow she succeeded.

“You see…Shepard and I, we've been together since not long after my trial. Lis is wonderful but a bit too much... attentive. She… likes to pamper, always makes sure I eat whenever I can. I’m pretty sure that if Shepard had her way I wouldn’t lift a finger on the ship. All of this made me put on a few pounds” explained Tali diplomatically, trying to show no signs of nervousness.

The shorter quarian was quiet for a second while absorbing information.

“That’s so sweet”

That wasn’t quite what Tali had been expecting. 

“I wish I had someone like that. I manage not to go around starving, but still and I wouldn’t mind hips as nice as yours” continued the younger woman, pout almost could be heard in her voice.

The engineer was a little bewildered, but a wave of relief washed over her.

“Pilgrimage isn’t exactly the best time to look for romance. If you intend to follow through with it” noted the purple-clad woman.

“What do you mean?” asked the pilgrim with a tilted head, unsure what her senior had meant.

“I don’t exactly endorse it, by any means, but you must be aware that death or return to The Flotilla aren't only options”

And Tali began explaining that not all quarians returned to the Flotilla despite being able to. Sometimes they decide to remain on their own with various results, often ending in an unpleasant situation, but almost equally often managing to establish themselves a decent life. Zoma had intended to return to the Flotilla as she hadn’t seen a better alternative. But now? She was happy in a relationship and at such suggestion, the obese quarian had exploded with laughter. Tali also knew other, less dramatic examples.

Lia'Vael listened carefully, she fully intended to return to their “home”, the girl had family there but was thankful for the information.

“Mmm... do you think I should try losing this…padding?” asked Tali once the conversation stirred to the more mundane, if sensitive to her, topic.

The younger woman looked at her, posture betraying light surprise/shock.

“Why would you? I mean I was just concerned at first, but you look great, different, but nice. And cannot help but be jealous, when I think how well you’re fed to get like this. I personally wouldn’t mind getting some of that” replied the sorted quarian earnestly.

“Hmmm, I’m afraid there is no more position like mine”

The rest of the conversation continued without any surprises and was pleasant. The pilgrim received a “letter of recommendation”; it didn’t provide her with a job right away, but it made sure somebody from Liara’s firm would interview her seriously.

However, all this time gears were moving in Tali’s head. She had finally made the decision that had been plaguing her for weeks now. Or perhaps, the engineer simply accepted what she long since had decided

 

***

 

Later
The Normandy SR-2, captain quarters

“…already have it prepared, so it won’t be a problem. But do send me something interesting to watch, it is quite lonely here” finished the voice from the console. Tali blushed slightly.

“I blame Shephard for this. Where is our poor, shy prothean archaeologist?” asked the quarian looking playfully at the chubby face on the screen.

“Heh… the ** calling the kettle black” answered Liara with a smile, using a human saying. 

“Eh… I’m sorry, but I have to go now. Tell Liz, I’ll hopefully scramble a few free minutes tomorrow” informed Liara, the engineer nodded, and the call ended.

This conversation had been a result of Tali’s recent resolve. She decided that she should have some ”legal” occupation, seeing as a return to the Flotilla was out of the question. As the quarian could have predicted, but hadn’t, the information broker had been preparing it for some time. They discussed it for several minutes and Liara sent files to Tali. It was pleasant, with a bit of embarrassment stemming from the asari request for vids, starring Tali and Shepard, preferably unclothed.

The engineer stood up, there were a few things she wanted to prepare before her girlfriend returned. She was wearing only lingerie, she had a bathrobe and “ordinary" clothing, all very comfortable, but when possible the quarian chose to wear as little as possible. Having her skin naked was still a new, and pleasant, experience.

About half-hour later, a tall, muscular humanoid with pale fur atop its head entered the room.

“How’s my favorite quarian?” asked Shepard happily and went for a hug. The chubby engineer stopped her.

“You know what’s an advantage of the suit? You can set it to filter smells. Go wash, you stink like a krogan” accused Tali. Shepard assumed an outraged expression.

“Our son, Tali. How could you say that about Grunt?!” jested the Spectre, but obediently walked to the shower.

When the steaming ginger went out of the bathroom she noticed her lover sitting on the bed with a strange expression. There were also some containers nearby, but the Spectre attention was focused on the quarian, or rather her lush hips.

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing wrong, but I want to talk with you. I spoke with Liara, soon I’ll be officially her employee, a ridiculously high-up employee. Anybody will notice that… anyway, It… not what I wanted to talk about” said Tali. She stood up and walked to the commander. After a deep breath, she continued.

“It feels like it’s officially…the end. I’m no longer returning to the Flotilla, ever. You know, at first, it felt like a dream, but now? … I’m happy, despite this. I’m with you and Liara, I… love, love you. Wouldn’t change it even if the alternative was a chance to go back”

By now two women were almost in the embrace and felt the heat of the other.

“But It’s just now that I really accepted it, for better or worse. That means that I can do things I wouldn’t otherwise. Enter a relationship with alien or two, live on the lap of luxury or… grow fat” continued Tali and snorted quietly. She straightened her arms enough to look at Shepard directly with her luminescent eyes.

“And I know you love me too… Even Liara sees me as more than “ a friend with benefits”. I’m leaving my life in your hands. But I want to know what exactly I am to you, I want to know what exactly I signed up for, commander” finished the quarian with an endearing smile,

Shepard looked at her in silence, some strange lights and shadows seemed to pass behind the muscular female’s eyes. Finally, she spoke.

“You’re the woman I love. As soon as Reapers are dealt with I want to officiate this in any way you deem appropriate and Liara agrees to. I’ll be your wife, partner, lover, mate, whatever you choose or all of it. I’ll kill for you, torture for you, deal with anybody that threatens you in any way. I want for you to be happy” explained the commander solemnly. 

“But If you stay with us I’ll do everything to keep you safe, even from yourself, even if I’ll have to make so you won’t be able to lift a finger save to enjoy yourself. I’ll provide you with everything you need. And I’ll do so until I draw breath” 

The smaller woman was panting, looking at the serious expression of her lover. She knew that Shepard was intense and that confession hadn’t told her anything that the quarian didn’t know or suspected, but those words and conviction…

Tali shoved her worries in the deepest pits of her soul. She had long since made her decision and still had no real desire to change it.

Reluctantly the quarian broke off from her lover, it took some time as neither truly wanted to do it. The shorter woman turned around to the boxes and bowed down to them, giving Shepard an excellent view of the two large, meaty orbs that made her girlfriend’s posterior. Despite numerous pounds of lard that went into it, they remained fairly round.

The quarian pulled a familiar, silk rope Shepard had purchased for… reasons and put it over her shoulder. Then with a shy smile, she took one of many containers and positioned herself in quite a “peculiar” way. The commander could see the flesh of her lover's butt cheeks pour around her, and still modes belly rest on the ample thighs. Oh… The container was full of levo-food.

“Seeing as I’ll intend to stick to the end one way or another…I think I may as well go all the way. Come here and feed me”

What happened next almost made Tali yelp. The ginger face split revealing far more teeth than it should be humanly possible and practically leaped on the quarian. Like in a blur, the soft rope was being wrapped tightly, but strangely gently around purple skin. Soon the engineer found herself thoroughly immobilized, but not tied to the bed and with her stomach having a lot of freedom.

Tali felt her ample flesh bulge around silk, especially in her northern, fattest regions. She also experienced a rushed excitement at her predicament as well as from the commander’s firm hands groping her softening flesh.

The moment motion ceased, the blushing quarian opened her mouth wide. Almost immediately something sweet was crammed inside, likely cake, smearing cream on the heated face and nearly ** Tali.

Shepard watched with a wide smile and flames in her eyes as her lover tried to chew the fattening treat.

Mmmm… by the void, I’ll make you enormous, I’ll make you so big we don’t need those ropes” purred the pale humanoid and caressed the quarian’s tummy, which was already covered by a noticeable layer of adipose.

Tali managed to swallow the incredible load, she felt it, almost painfully, slide down her throat. Once again the quarian widened her lips on her own.

The commander’s smile somehow widened once again, exposing teeth that had no anatomical right to be there. The Spectre put another piece of cake inside her girlfriend's mouth and the second began roaming purple body with renewed energy.

Seemingly this night was no different from many others, but there was one little detail that changed a lot.

Tali was in bliss and completely at Shepard’s mercy, but this time she needed no prompting to accept more and more food.

Even as she became full, she still ate. Even as her gut visibly swelled and began painfully, Tali still forced herself to open her mouth for more.

Even when the quarian was reaching climax and her middle was developing stretchmarks, she still chewed and readied for another portion of fattening treats.

 

***

Next Day
Citadel, Silversun Strip

“I knew that humans could store nutrients, but I first time seeing one so large. How does it affect battle performance?”

“Ugh…Does colonist don’t know better than keep their pigs shut?”

“Mmmmm… I don’t know, that sway is quite mesmerizing”

Miranda clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the whispers of the multispecies crowd and prevent an embarrassment from showing on her face, but the blush was more than a little visible, despite it.

Once again in such a short time spawn the brunette couldn’t help but wonder how she ended in this situation. However this time she decided to disregard this and focus on what was happening around her.

The XO had just entered Armax Arsenal Arena, she could feel the eyes of spectators on her enlarged body. That and the brunette still could hear various not-so-subtle comments people made about a woman “of her statue” entering the arena. The only, slight highlight was the fact that most non-humans had never seen a human female that was overweight and were mostly just curious.

Miranda tried her best to control herself to give no sign of embarrassment as bystanders looked at her overweight body. Why was she here in the first p…

“C’mon cheerleader. Let’s get it started if you really think you’re fat ass can keep up with me!”

…here it is. Miranda clenched her teeth as a not-so-distant shout reached her eyes and she looked from the corners of her eyes at the degenerate.

Once again, by some cruel twist of Fate, they had stumbled upon each other and, of course, an argument started. Strangely enough, it seemed like neither felt any heat, but badmouthed the other out of habit. Anyway seeing as per Shepard order they had agreed to avoid physical confrontations, of the violent kind, both women decided to settle their differences in the Arena.

Rules were simple: only shields and biotics, who destroy more enemies wins.

Miranda honestly couldn’t recall who came with this idiotic idea, but she had no desire to back down.

The XO saw terrain being generated and soon holographic forms of geth soon followed. The moment countdown finished, the world become much bluer and both contestants rushed at enemies.

However, soon enough Miranda realized she might have… miscalculated.

She had walked off, victoriously from many skirmishes using only her eezo-based abilities, but in those cases, the brunette had also heavily on her acrobatic skills. 

That had been almost 200 pounds ago.

Now every almost every maneuver made her weakened muscles sing in agony and sent her adipose into furious jiggles. Either her breast or her ass dragged her down, her center of mass was completely off, not to mention her face ended in her soft cleavage more than once. To add to the injury, she was out of breath almost immediately.

How Shepard fights with her tits? Wait… what does T’Soni do to move around easily? wondered Miranda furiously as Jack was gaining the lead, trying to remember how the much larger asari managed to get around. The answer, that’s abusing personal biotic aura, wasn’t too helpful, but better than nothing.

The brunette decided to change tactics, find a spot with the best view and focus on long-range attacks.

She crouched and forced herself to perform a long jump, which even with overcharged aura made her legs burn. At the same time, at the edge of hearing range, she registered a tearing sound and Miranda felt a rush of air around her bottom.

Another miscalculation. Her typical, outgrown outfit may be “revealing” and give little physical protection, but it did provide a full range of movement. Considering how skin-tight it was, the XO had decided against commissioning a bigger one, that and she hadn’t thought she would take part in any strengthens activities, so the brunette wasn’t wearing appropriate for them.

Miranda clenched her teeth, almost to the breaking point, and continued.

More blue flashes, taunts, and sounds of satisfaction from the tattooed woman. The XO didn’t speak, she barely managed to inhale enough air to function, her muscles seemed to be on fire and every movement sent her fattened assets flying, throwing her off balance.

However new tactic worked, partially thanks to Jack entering a battle frenzy focusing solely on close quarters. The competition became an almost cliché clash of control vs brute force.

Holograms were falling one after another, when suddenly no more was in sight. Both females looked on the display and cursed foully – a tie.

But the match didn’t stop so… there!

Not so far and under Miranda was the last geth behind a cover, botch noticed it at the same time. Jack was much farther, but the brunette wasn’t confident in scoring a kill on that distance and with how exhausted she was, so the operative jumped towards it.

Miranda felt her jacked ripping on her back, but she ignored it, solely focusing on the remaining enemy.

Both females struck the target at the same time, forgetting that it was only a solid hologram. Instead of losing a majority of insertion on the metal frame, the geth shattered leaving nothing solid and contestants crashed into each other.

The mass of entangled limbs, ones soft and flawless, others thin and tattooed, was rolling for a short while before stopping. 

Both moaned and muttered curses when they heard an announcement about the end of the match.

They glanced at the display, Miranda raising herself on the arms and Jack flexing her neck. A second later both swore.

The system categorized the match as a TIE. 

It took some time before they stopped seething with rage and realized the situation they found themselves in. Miranda was lying on Jack with her legs astride, her generous bust hanging directly above the convict’s head. The skinny woman was firmly, albeit accidentally, clutching the operative’s soft, meaty ass. There was also the issue of Jack’s… sparse clothing and Miranda’s visibly ripped ones… and finally, that recent battle left them, especially the brunette, panting and with red on the faces.

It painted quite an interesting and unambiguous image.

The moment the convict noticed approaching camera-drone. She furiously shoved Miranda to the side and send the device flying into a wall. Jack turned to the operative, who tried to stand up, with an expression where fury and confusion mixed.

The tattooed female looked ready to say something, instead, she shook her head, cursed, and stomped to the exit.

That left Miranda sore, standing up, while trying to maintain a level of dignity, and about as confused as the convict.

 

***

 

Two Hours later
Normandy SR-2, Med Bay

This was torture.

“Please, now look into the light,” said Dr. Chakwas.

The moment Miranda and Jack returned to the ship, they learned Shepard knew of their little match and that they were to report to medbay on full medical examination.

The Arena systems weren’t able to inflict damage that wouldn’t be helped by a few drops of medigel or cold compress.

Shepard knew this, Dr. Chakwas knew this, Miranda knew this, hell even Jack knew this.

This was punishment, plain and simple. Once again everybody knew it, even if nobody admitted it out loud.

“Now Miss Lawson, there’s no reason to frown like a child. We’re almost finished” added the medic far too cheerfully as she noticed Miranda’s sour expression. 

“What about me, doc? You finished prodding me and I don’t want to watch piggy” piqued Jack with a frown, but neither carried any heat.

The convict had been checked earlier and received several energy batons. Since then she had remained in medbay on observation. Miranda wasn’t thrilled or rather wasn’t sure, about being half-naked with Jack present either, even if the convict hid it she could feel the tattooed female ogling her fattened curves.

And there was quite a lot to ogle. Miranda was well past the 260 pounds range, her curves reached sizes that were mostly seen only on digitally altered pictures. The only woman, even counting asari, Miranda knew with both natural breast and ass this size was Shepard. But unlike the abnormal Spectre, the brunette round parts weren’t quite as perky, upon inspection it was clear that those delightful mounds were a side-effect of lard and not tissue. Besides the only reason why all fat went there, was Miranda’s enhanced genetics, but it had limits. Upon an onslaught of calories, the operative was getting wider all over, her belly, previously barely softened, now seemed keen to catch up to her breast and a second chin was more often seen than not.

“You’re going to stay until I’m finished, Jack. And perhaps that’ll teach you a lesson. Considering you’re experienced as a biotic, you ought to know better to strain yourself so much on empty stomach” replied the doctor unaffected by the criminal’s menacing presence.

Fortunately for Miranda, Karin kept her word and a few minutes later the deed was done.

“Well, besides minor bruises, you’re fine. Of course, due to rapid change in mass, some parameters changed, but, so far, are fortunately still within acceptable parameters. Nonetheless, I advise you to avoid any taxing activities until we know more about your condition” said Dr. Chakwas and gave the brunet a meaningful look - Don’t do anything to arouse suspicion.

“Yes, yes we all know that cheerleader’s perfect even when looking like a hog” mocked Jack, but Miranda barely felt a twinge of annoyance. She was about to retort but the medic was faster.

“It wasn’t Miss Lawson who almost collapsed on the floor. You may be the most powerful human biotic, but without fuel, you won’t be able to do much” scolded Karin.

At that moment a familiar, holographic sphere appeared.

“I apologize for the interruption, but I believe I uncovered something interesting during the match and based on newly acquired medical data. May I?” said the AI.

“Go ahead EDI” replied Miranda as highest on the chain of command.

“As per my initial instructions and Commander’s orders I had monitored any and all combat-related situations the crew takes part of. While the sensors on Armax Arsenal Arena aren’t well-suited for this task I had measured the energy output of moth Jack and operative Lawson. In the case of the letter, I have noted a significant increase in energy used during the time in the arena compared to the tests months ago” informed EDI.

“EDI, are you saying Miranda’s biotic’s increased in strength? I understand that may be possible with asari, they eat eezo and store them in new tissues, but with humans?” asked the doctor with a furrow. Miranda was interested as well and Jack’s face twisted at the information.

“Negative. Operative Lawson’s power output was approaching the highest that was recorded for her but never breached it. However, she maintained operating at that level for far longer than ever recorded with no permanent side effects” explained the AI.

This time Jack was the fastest.

“You’re seriously saying, that cheerleader got stronger because she’s fat” the convict voiced thoughts that came to all three females.

“Initial diagnosis suggests so. Considering the large amounts of calories necessary for human biotic to function that seems probably. It’s surprising that this wasn’t investigated sooner, it seems obvious in high sight. Of course, it requires further investigation and a report will be put forward to Dr. Chakwas and Professor Solus, but even at this stage I can confirm the plausibility of this theory at 91.64%”

“Please do so. Besides purely scientific curiosity, it would be good to know about the possible advantage to this situation” ordered Miranda, she was genuinely curious. If this was true, and EDI was right it seemed to be obvious, the need to increase her bulk was gaining a new sense.

“If I packed on pounds it would work for me?” asked Jack surprisingly calmly.

“Affirmative. While I wouldn’t advise increasing your lipids stores to the same extent  as operative Lawson, bulking up within limits would improve your endurance with biotic” confirmed the AI.

“Sure thing, we already have one hog aboard” the convict grinned at Miranda.

“Considering the state of your body, Jack, you have no room to talk. And about gaining a few pounds, I would ask you to do just that. No matter if EDI’s theory is right or not, you’re toeing the line of being malnourished. Consider this an order of a medical officer. That will be all for both of you.” said Dr. Chakwas and with a gesture worthy of Cleopatra dismissed them.

Jack scoffed and went away, Miranda was carefully putting her, intact, clothing fighting against her bulging curves.

After being roughly reminded how jingly her new body was and hoping that was the end of the excitement for today, Miranda was unpleasantly surprised to find Jack near her office.

“What now? ”asked the brunette, barely hiding contempt.

“Bite me, cheerleader” barked the convict, but immediately grimaced.

“Listen, that match… it was…Ok. You did better than I thought you could especially with that flab” 

Jack looked away

“I would trash you in a real fight, but still…it was almost fun” finished the bald woman after some deliberation. 

“I see…” replied Miranda.

The convict looked to the sides as if unsure what to do. Finally opting to go to her “room”.

Meanwhile, the overweight brunette stood there for a few seconds blinking, unsure what just happened.

Did Jack just try to be… nice?

 

***

Next Day, Noon
Normandy SR-2, The XO office

Miranda was finishing up paperwork and reading data about the state of Normandy. In a few hours they would set off, but the brunette wasn’t needed during preparations so she fought using her console and supporting herself with an abundance of snacks.

The operative had a short conversation with Shepard. Despite her misgivings, it seemed that the tall Spectre was completely content as long as Miranda stuffed herself to the limits during meals with sufficiently fattening food. The mood between them had returned to roughly what had been before “feedings”.

And in that quiet moment doors opened and Miranda thought that a happy conclusion this day had been going, was just postponed.

Jack came to her desk, and out of blue, put a bag on it and sat down.

“What’s this?” said the brunette, she was understandably suspicious of the package.

“Don’t get your oversized panties in a twist. It’s a cake, the soldier boy said it’s your favorite '' said the convict begrudgingly and unwrapped the item, revealing that, indeed, it was the brunette's beloved citrus cake.

“You. bought me a cake?” Miranda wasn’t sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“You deaf, cheerleader?!” snapped the bald woman and clenched her teeth.

“Listen, Shep told us not to kill each other and you’re… not as stuck up as I thought… don’t get a big head. You’re a bitch, just not TIM’s cock-sucking one. I can… work with you without wanting to bash your head in”

Miranda absorbed this speech and glanced at the cake.

“So you thought I could be bribed by a cake.” Miranda said slowly. Jack grimaced.

“Don’t eat the fucking cake for all I care. Here!”

A holopad appeared on the desk. Miranda carefully took it and checked. Her eyes widened little

“Contacts and info about some types I’ve come across. Figured you and Shep’s ex can use some of that” informed Jack.

The operative skimmed the beginning, unsure what to say. If she read that right the convict had just handled her leads about some of the shadiest organizations and individuals in the galaxy. Sure it needed to be verified, cataloged, but…

“I thought that you dealt with people only using fists,” said Miranda bending sideways.

“And I thought that you drank something fancier than that” replied Jack, seeing a partially emptied bottle of bourbon being put on the desk.

“Pff…half bottle for two biotics?”

“I have more. Besides you came here to… socialize, not get **” noticed the brunette and poured liquid into two glasses and cut the cake.

Both drank liquor like medicine, both had strong heads and they needed much liquid ice-breakers.

Miranda poured more, but silence kept stretching.

“How do you maintain your temperature with your biotics? You’ve been to places where humans cannot effectively operate wearing only… this. It has to be a trick to this” the operative forced herself to start, she had been wondering about that.

Jack’s face twisted into a cocky smile, but helping herself with various obscenities the convict began explaining.

Surprising both women, one topic led to another, one to the third one and so on. Both females had more than a few pent-up words to say. Fortunately, Miranda indeed possessed generous storage of snacks and liquor,

***

Two hours later

“pfft….hahaha… Jacob in the dress?!! Did he wear heels?!” shouted 

“Admittedly, this was a rather makeshift disguise, but it worked. And yes, Taylor did wear heels” replied Miranda with a smile which prompted another burst of laughter. 

The initially awkward attempt at creating the most fragile of bridges after some time resulted in a fairly pleasant exchange of stories,

That’s right. Jack and Miranda Lawson were having fun together and it didn’t even involve passive-aggressive sex. As they loathed to admit it initially they had more in common than they had thought.

Now instead of jumping to their throats, they exchanged playful barbs and laughed.

To be fair they needed a few things to smooth things. Namely alcohol and food, quite a lot of both really.

There was nothing left of cake and the bottle of bourbon had long since shown its bottom. But Miranda was well prepared, she had an abundance of snacks and a second bottle ready.

Now both women were pleasantly tips and various foods sloshed with alcohol in their bellies. The grooving operative was merely full, she didn’t experience the ripping pain like from her proper meals. But Jack, who tried to keep up, was almost ready to throw up, the uncomfortable feeling dulled by alcohol. Her flat midriff was now slightly, albeit noticeably rounded with a fattening feast.

“So you and Mister abs have something going on?” asked Jack, her face flushed.

“Heh…no, we’re friends, but nothing more. As we learned our characters clash too much to allow that” replied Miranda and sipped her drink.

“pfft… loser, he doesn’t know what he is missing. I mean has he seen your rack? I did, and it’s amazing” 

“Oh?” Miranda raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I do seem to recall that you were impressed. Then again having a first chance to work with a quality material does that even for amateurs” said Miranda and leaned down a bit exposing Jack to her very, very generous cleavage. The convict didn’t fail, and her gaze firmly locked on ample flesh, in places decorated with barely visible veins.

“Bitch! Is that a challenge?!”

“…maybe”

But before it could be said or happen, the door opened. Miranda looked in surprise and Jack with anger at the intruder, but both started to rapidly sober up.

Shepard calmly walked in, merely raising an eyebrow as she absorbed the scene she had walked in. The Spectre face was serene, too serene. And those eyes…

If somebody ever wanted to know what a bug feels like, something that can be quashed with no effort depending on a fancy, should see those eyes.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I need to know something” said the pale woman as she walked up to the operative.

“Miranda, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a dead Reaper orbiting Mnemosyne?”

Miranda blinked, searching her memories. But alcoholic haze notwithstanding… 

“No. Shepard, everything concerning the Reapers I bring directly to you”...and T’Soni…”. I had made several reports about what we had gathered and I had sent you all of them” informed the brunette calmly and fully honestly.

During the entire time, Shepard's gaze was pinning her, eyes seemingly ready to burst into flames at any second. Then the spell broke, the commander rubbed her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Sorry, but I need to hear that…ah. Sorry for barging in, we’ll have a briefing 12 hours from now. Try to get some sleep before that. If you’ll need me I’ll be with Grunt” said the Spectre and exited the office.

The moment commander’s inhumanely shapely ass disappeared behind doors, the tension that had filled the room suddenly disappeared.

Both women looked at each other.

“Illusive dick is screwed” summed up Jack and downed an entire glass of liquor in one go.

Miranda followed in her example. There was nothing else to add.

 

***

Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

What makes a hedonist?

An average person asked that, or similar, question, no matter a species would first image a fat, smelly batarian, surrounded by dozen sex-slaves of various species providing extravagant foods, alcohols and serving to their master carnal desires.

A bit smaller percentage would image a human male. Not necessarily overweight, a proper businessman during the day, but a lecherous satire in private. Using his money and power to fulfill his sexual deviations and have servants answer his evert.

A truly small, ancient portion of the populace would think of an ancient asari, a matriarch. Member of a species who instead, or just alone, sharing her wisdom was using her influence to surround herself in bountiful, semi-fanatical followers. Around them alcohol and narcotic flowed like water, their worshiper treating an opportunity to serve their goddess every whim and provide sexual release, no matter as depraved, as a blessing.

Nobody would think of other species, they were either too disciplined or found pleasure in vastly different areas.

This was hardly the issue bothering Liara when between bites of food she sorted through the galaxy's dirt.

Was Liara a hedonist?

She certainly didn’t think of herself as one.

Oh… she was obviously very fat, in fact, she was probably several times heavier than any human or asari she ever met. Her soft, spherical boulder of a stomach reached far on her lap and multiplied the doctor's original width. Atop this mountainous organ rested a pair of large breasts that could easily pass as watermelons in size and whose perkiness contradicted their size.

The digits that were either working amazingly fast on a console or pushing foods between blue lips were starting to resemble small sausages, with hands and arms equally swollen. But the forearms, visibly separated, had started to resemble large, doughty pillows, wide as Liara’s thighs had been years ago.

Said thighs couldn’t be compared to any anatomical part or even the stoutest of human and asari, they could rival trunks of a tree from the ancient forest, but soft and jiggle. Those tree trunks constantly touched, no matter position, turning any attempt at movement into a waddle. Connected to them, by the rift in the flesh instead of knees, calves resembled in shape an actual, extremely oversized calf of an athlete, but almost the entire volume was made of soft, luscious flab, with the shape being a pure coincidence. Directly after were feet, ankles were long since swallowed by calves that were far chubbier than should have, covered in a noticeable layer of adipose.

Even Liara’s back, instead of simply being interrupted by soft folds of side-fat, was extending more than an inch behind and ended with two beanbag-like orbs covered in occasional dimples that created a massive shelf. Of course, the lovely doctor’s head wasn’t left out, there was no sign of her cheekbones, in exchange she developed a charming pair of charming, cherubic cheeks. Even her crest and area on the back of her skull seemed meatier. What was left of her neck turned into one, wide fold that would sooner or later be absorbed by the asari’s head or torso.

Yes… Liara was fat, more than simply obese. It was a fact she had accepted and made peace with.

However it wasn’t her fault, now, was it? The information broker had been fattened by a spy, using concretion, hypnosis, and drugs.

Oh… the fact that Shepard found her even more attractive in this form had been a happy accident that saved her from heartbreak and desperate attempts to lose poundage. Meanwhile, the doctor herself felt quite comfortable in the new skin, despite the circumstances.

So, she enjoyed it by proxy, and did nothing to slim down. Quite opposite in fact, not only did Liara continue to maintain the caloric onslaught, she even increased it. Like now, the doctor despite being focused on the screens around her, in every moment that her thickened fingers were free they pushed another fattening delight in her mouth.

But it was for Shepard! What kind of a bondmate Liara would be, when her partner(s) went on a suicide mission and she, staying behind, didn’t fulfill her lover’s request. 

It wasn’t as she delighted in pushing her gargantuan belly to its limits, with every meal making it able to handle more and more, helping herself with various drugs. She admitted to enjoying various culinary delights, but it was a bonus. Her large asari body needed quite a lot of fuel just to maintain it, so she simply had to eat even more, that’s why every meal turned into a feast fit for a family. Or… should be called a meal, after all, the massive asari’s maw was busy chewing food from breakfast to the moment her eyes shut to sleep, save for moments she had to give verbal commands. 

So what about Liara spending periods inspecting her body, watching as her folds grew, as her belly hung farther and lower and her waist wider with every day? The doctor was merely assessing if her diet was working. The T’Soni heiress most certainly did not feel a thing between her wobbling, ever-touching loins as she did so. She didn’t bite her lip when she saw just how much more space she took, how her limbs starched clothes farther and farther. Liara felt neither pride nor excitement as she observed her gut grow, hanging farther and lower every day.

Besides… an overindulgence with food was hardly considered to be hedonistic nowadays, even if Liara would find it pleasurable.

Long gone were days of Roman aristocrats, whose orgies resolved in swelling forms and who purposefully threw up so they may eat more or ancient asari from obscure texts that were rumored to dwarf mountains.

Even more time away and much more well hidden were the days of the ancient asari matriarch. Whose bodies were like fertile mountains spawning plentiful offspring and attended by faithful servants.

Those were hedonists of old times, not now. Besides Liara didn’t have any servants nor indulge in sexual acts…

Albeit she was increasingly reliant on her robotics attendants, even in matters she didn’t need them. But it was only natural! 

With the onslaught of duties and harrowing information she had to deal with, the doctor looked for respite and any extra time she could muster. The only physical activities Liara did fully without assistance was walking(under consideration) and showering(albeit lately lengthened tools had been in use).

It was purely practical, altogether not related to her non-existing reluctance to burn any calories and those few activities didn’t remain because Liara loved to feel the ever grooving train on her body.

That’s all. Oh and the doctor exercised. Nowadays focusing more on biotic than muscles but still.

Liara didn’t seek sexual pleasures, sure she dearly(desperately) missed intimacy with her lovers, but she managed. 

Well, she did closely the operations initiated by Nyxeris, but it was merely an experimental and delicate situation that required her oversight. The doctor didn’t have any perverse interest in watching those women and asari, to observe that prompted by various stimuli they bloom beautifully with fat, grow soft and large, ever less eager to move, but never as magnificent as herself.

Neither did Liara feel excitement when seeing thin forms of some loose ends and imagining how she could use her various methods to swell with lard, too busy eating and slowed down to care about conspiring.

Liara was just protecting her interests.

All that equipment to help Tali gain, surely she had the right to provide her friend/lover with means to spice up her love life. The quarian wasn’t in any way being compelled to use them, and The doctor certainly wasn’t just an engineering situation young Zorah would fatten up so they both could bring pleasure to the commander.

Yes, Liara kept on occasionally making those videos and received a few in return, but she just felt lonely. The young matron just reunited, more happily than the doctor had thought could be possible, with Shepard and they had to separate, again. And let’s be honest compared to the majority of her peers did on a daily basis, those vids were still borderline prudish.

So… was Liara a hedonist?... debatable, rather not, but she was a young asari, she had time.

Was Liara a glutton? Well…

The young matron checked the hour, dinner time was approaching, but she was even busier than usual. At that moment Liara noticed a reflection of herself on one console.

The doctor saw the mountain of wobbling blubber that she had become, her body taking up space on a luxurious armchair that could pass as a small sofa. She was wearing only thin, still, somewhat loose casual clothes that didn’t even cover the gurgling mass of her digesting stomach. The blue blubbery mass was fully on display, her current drab wasn’t able to cover it anyway and besides, Liara… preferred for her tummy to be unrestrained. Around the young matriarch were signs of her snacking, albeit not nearly as much as one could expect. The doctor’s robotic attendants were top-notch, they kept her workplace clean

The young matron considered the situation, absentmindedly putting her hand on the mountain of flesh that had sprouted from her once washboard middle.

Hmm… my hands are getting tired. I think a funnel with strawberry flavor will do the trick.

Minutes later, even as Liara’s fingers were dancing on consoles, one of the automatons was putting a tube in her gullet.

Soon after, the doctor worked, sorting through the galaxy’s secrets while a fattening mixture was flowing directly to her stomach.

Her gut was busy digesting and as did her entire body accommodating new stores of lard with one main goal: to grow large and fertile enough to carry a large brood of Shepard’s children.

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Well, that's uncharacteristically fast for me to finish a chapter, but, with shame, I must admit this one is quite short. Although I'd like to think it turned out nicely and pave the way for the next one. Jack joins the fun! Or is she?... I still haven't decided for sure. 🤔
 
Somehow, Hasklet decided to continue tormenting himself by reading and correcting my mistake-ridden work. Thanks 😁

***

A few days later
The Normandy SR-2, Captain’s quarters

Tali stormed inside the bedroom, shaking in rage, which sent waves through her bottom and the rest of her well-cushioned body parts. But she paid the furious movement no mind and quickly laid on the bed, burying her head and helmet in the cushion. The half-muffled scream of frustration completed the image.

The quarian was at her wits ends. First, they had learned the Illusive Man had known about a Reaper wreck long enough to, against all common sense, establish a research outpost. And of course, Shepard and the team had to go in, because communication was down. Minutes after Elizabeth, Garrus, and Grunt set a foot inside, the Normandy received information about indoctrinated scientists, dragoon teeth, and husks, because why not!? As a topping, there was apparently a friendly geth there as well?

The team somehow managed to get back safely, just before the monstrous corpse succumbed to the gas giant’s gravity well. Why should any evidence be left?! As happy as Tali was about that she was less thrilled that she had to install a piece of Reaper’s hardware inside Normandy. Unfortunately, Shepard was right and there were no other alternatives, so far.

However, finding out that Elizabeth had activated the geth and, instead of tossing it to the nearest sun, was talking to it, despite how insane it was, completely threw the young quarian off balance. Shepard likely had reasons behind the decision, likely logical ones, but Tali didn't want to listen to anything at the moment.

She needed to blow off steam, if not to relax, at least to feel pleasure. As tempting as the filtered turian brandy was, the engineer wasn’t about to get ** with the enemy aboard. But Tali had learned others, almost as effective ways of distraction.

From one of the compartments, she took a sizable pressurized container, it was one of the special ones, provided by Liara and filled with rich, delicious nutrient paste.

The bootylicious woman sat with it on the bed; she had never personally used it before, but had seen Shepard operate it enough times to easily mirror her lover. She connected the disinfected hose to the induction port and soon felt it between her lips.

The thick, sweet substance almost shot in her mouth, but the quarian was used to it by now. Tali made herself comfortable on the bed, closed her eyes, and began roaming her body with her hands.

By the Ancestors… I’m fat

The quarian’s once slender waist was now much thicker, with an easily noticeable pouch sticking from it. Her breasts, once quite generous for her species, had swelled, marginally, almost by a cup. Of course, her lower body attracted the adipose the most. Her widening hips and inflating orbs of butt cheeks were bumping into everything nowadays, quite a lot of equipment ended up on the floor that way, not to mention an embarrassing instance of being stuck in ducks or brushing by the other crew members. The rest of her body was affected as well as she could feel under her fingers.

With a bit of shock, Tali realized that she didn’t care. For better or worse this was who she was now, those who mattered accepted her or relished her new form, everybody else didn’t matter. The quarian wasn’t naïve, she knew it wasn’t the end, she would get bigger. Shepard loved her growing body, she wanted more, Keelah Elizabeth still wanted more of Liara despite her already enormous size. Tali was going to grow and probably enjoy it.

The engineer moaned and put her hands around more sensitive patches of her body. Stream of thick substance had filled her stomach and kept going, stuffing the pudgy quarian and her body was heating up.

Yes… she could almost see Shepard leaning over her, massaging the most sensitive spots and whispering honeyed words. Tali wiggled on the bed, the paste kept flowing, the arousal and painful fullness grew hand in hand.

She felt bolt pressures building and…

“You know… if this is what you meant by clearing your head I would have helped” rang a familiar voice. The quarian’s eyes shut open and with a wince of pain in her middle she moved to look at the source.

Next to the entrance stood Shepard with a wicked smirk. Again, how was somebody so tall, filled with muscles and implants so quiet!? Fair, Tali knew she was heavier by now, but still… It was unfair.

The shorter woman quickly, or as quickly as she could, unplugged the canister and tried to compose herself. The success of the second was dubious.

The commander chuckled and set next to her, it was then when Tali noticed a worryingly familiar package in her hands,

“I wanted to be alone.” informed Tali, but Shepard was sitting exactly side to her, mercilessly reminding just how far Elizabeth’s chest was protruding.

“Mmmhmm”

“Well excuse me that I’m unhappy that my partner goes around trusting homicidal machines. Maybe you will try making nice with Harbinger?!” shouted the quarian trying to sound angry, again with mixed results. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

“The only sentient machine I trust is EDI, within reason. For the rest, Tali, do you really think I trust everybody who I allow on the Normandy? No, and like before I have a plan to deal with Legion in the worst-case scenario. EDI’s practically designed for it.” informed the spectre and unwrapped her cargo.

Turian pastries, where did Shepard hide them?

“Tali, at worst we get some Intel, maybe you could deduce something from his construction. At best we get another fraction against Reapers. Pastry? The field’s on”

“Shepard, they took away our homeland, tried to wipe my species off. Heretic or not, it’s going to try and kill us. Wait, you had plans to kill us?” the chubby woman exploded, but that didn’t stop her from removing the helmet.

“Sorry, but you did say quarians tried to kill geth first. Also after seeing what they can do and reading about Flotilla’s capabilities, I can say one: if the geth wanted to they could wipe you out.”

Tali took a deep breath

“Shep…mmmm”

Whatever the engineer wanted to say was muffed by pastry that abruptly entered her mouth.

“Also, the history of Morning War and viewpoint on geth was shaped by over three generations of bitter quarians that often tried to pin all of their misfortune on something”

Tali almost choked, trying to quickly swallow the sweet-salty treat. She was angry, worse she knew that, logically, Shepard was right.

“And you expect me to simply forgive and forget?!”

At that Shepard laughed humorlessly.

“No, I expect you to watch him, looking for any foul play. And I ask you to work with Legion as long as he behaves and to tell me before doing anything stupid if you’ll suspect something”

Tali grimaced but nodded. She knew Shepard was being reasonable, besides she could make this an order, which would leave out any other options. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the geth pulled something.

“Now I can help you undress and propose something more interactive or leave you alone…and take the pastries” informed the commander in a serious tone. Tali punched her on the arm.

“You’re an evil bosh’tet” hissed quarian, but didn’t manage to hold laughter for long.

Soon, they managed to carefully remove the suit without angering Tali’s stuffed belly. But before the naked quarian could do anything, she was pulled backward and landed on Shepard's lap, which…wasn’t that bad.

“You know I always thought you had great ass and legs, but now they are even better, '' whispered the specter as her hands tightly clutched Tali liver limps and patches of adipose poked between pale fingers.

The quarian almost turned purple on the face, true her thighs were touching more and more with each day. Not nearly as Liara’s… at least not yet.

“How about we make them even prettier?”

“eh…I’m not hungry…mmmm”

Another pastry was pushed between the quarians lips and a second pale hand began moving upward her purple thigh.

“So? You’re telling me you hooked yourself to a pressurized supply of food for several days because you were hungry? Hmmm? I think being stuffed with ridiculously expensive turian sweets is preferable to slop, no matter how tasty” tempted the red-haired woman. Tali felt fluttering inside herself that wasn’t related to obscene amounts of fattening substance inside her belly as long fingers walked closer to her stomach.

“…you…just want to make me fatter” accused the quarian breathlessly.

“You know me well. And I will”

Maybe Tali would have screamed as Shepard’s finger reached their destination, but she was again silenced by a fattening treat. Then again she should be used to it by now, it was one of spectre’s favorite tactics.

“You know I talked with Liara, too. She promised to get us one of those overseeing stations for ship engineers, it should fit nicely here with a little renovation. You’ll be able to order Ken and Gabriella around without moving, not to mention a small army of remote-controlled repair drones” mentioned Shepard innocently.

“I*much* donth’t nheed *munch*it” said the shorter woman as she wiggled and tried to swallow large pastry. Even in her current state she couldn’t help but wonder why she would need the very advanced and admittedly, useful equipment, but used by head engineers on large vessels.

“Don’t tell me you don’t tire standing next to that console, that your joints don’t start to ache. Those marvelous hips of yours, how often can you crawl in ducts without brushing the walls? How many of those is it that you already can’t go in? Hmmm?” the commander purred to her victim’s ear, and Tali’ somehow, managed to blush even darker. She finally swallowed the rest of the treat, but a pale finger dug deeper and another ** pastry silenced her mid-moan.

“And it’s only going to get better. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to squeeze into those dirty ducts. That belly of yours is lagging behind, but we’ll work on it. I wouldn’t mind seeing this, but tell me how do you intend to lean and crouch when you won’t be able to see anything past your tummy?”

Tali squeezed her seat, that is Shepard's legs. Unlike hers soft and round, the taller woman’s limbs felt like they had been chiseled from rock, even now the quarian felt minuscule movements of muscles under the skin.

Several months earlier the engineer wouldn’t be able to even imagine what Shepard was describing. But now after seeing Liara’s and Zoma’s metamorphosis her mind conjured the vivid image… of her ass swelling so big that she would crush any normal chair, too wide to enter service duct to repair ships… when her belly will be too big for her to bend for tools... her arms too fat and heavy to operate any machinery.., her fingers too thick and clumsy to do any precise work. Tali would have to settle for the station simply because she would be too fat for anything else.

The vision is unsettling, if not downright disturbing… She had accepted the changes in Liara, as drastic as it was, even found it strangely enjoyable at times, she accepted her own growth, by the void her butt already spilling from the much taller Elizabeth’s lap. She was a ship engineer, becoming such a fat… blob would mean she would never more visit lower deck, she would never…

Her sudden stillness and silence were a mistake. Suddenly Tali found herself lying on the bed facing matters. The pudgy quarian felt a fresh wave of arousal as she realized her  hands were twisted behind her and wrapped by familiar-felling rope. Shepard was even so considerate that she hadn’t made Tali fully lay with her painfully distended belly down.

“Am I really that boring? Well, that means I have to give you extra attention, so you keep your head in the gutter” Shepard’s voice was between purr and growl.

Ah… Tali realized that her deliberations were pointless. She did surrender to the blood-haired woman a few days ago, then again... really, the stuffed quarian did so the moment she joined Liara and Shepard. Their intentions had been roughly clear when they left Ilium, she had simply ignored them.

The engineer yelped as she felt the spectre bare chest press on her back. As a testament to its size, Tali felt pressure on her tied hands a bit later, and only on them, when Shepard embraced her. They half-sat, long, pale legs warped around her purple, plump ones. One set of long fingers began to soothe her strained belly, this time slowly crawling down. The second hand brought another pastry to her closed lips.

Now… since I opened the package, we need to make sure they don’t go stale. The same goes for that bottle you opened. C’mon open up”

Bullshit… thought Tali, but the treat was mercilessly forced into her barely extended mouth. At that moment, Shepard’s fingers again reached her core and the commander herself seemed to move around her like a snake, gently brushing her.

The engineer wasn’t given much freedom, all movement was stopped by Shepard’s superior strength. Speech wasn’t possible, save occasional muffled moans and whispers, due to quarian's cheeks being constantly full with sweet pastries. The only organ that moved was constantly swelling and consequently being split by stretch marks.

Tali offered little resistance to having her stomach filled with fattening concoction, despite the pain in her middle, despite being painfully aware it would put more fat on her body. The fattened quarian was very much aware she couldn’t do anything to stop Shepard, or Shepard and Liara in the long run. By the Ancestors, nowadays Tali herself was so used to overindulgence she would turn herself into a butterball alone.

Good

Tali never felt better when she was on the tender mercies of those two. When they had absolute control and she didn’t have to worry about anything, even movement because she was safe and happy.

So what if in time she’ll be too fat to work manually or Shepard will simply ban her from it to pamper her further? wondered the quarian as she glanced at her grotesquely inflated stomach and wiggled a bit at the contact with the taller female.

It was worth it

 

***

Around the same time
XO’s office

“How de fuck did you manage to rope me into this?!” whined Jack as she threw the datapad on the couch and bit into a chocolate bar. Wrappers of others, similar, were lying nearby.

“You did say you want to know more about Cerberus. I’m too busy sorting data we got from dead Reaper and geth. So I gave you access to Cerberus files, provided you catalog them. You were pretty confident considering that even “fatass bimbo could do it” replied Miranda also treating herself to a bar of chocolate.

“Fock. You.” replied the convict with a full mouth, sending a murderous glare at the typing woman.

“Jack, If you aren’t up to the task you can leave, I’ll manage on my own. And you can stop stealing my food”

“Pfff… It’s not like your fat ass need it and doc keep riding me to bulk up”

Indeed Dr. Chakwas maintained her stance about Jack’s dietary needs, enough for the convict to begrudgingly comply. It proved to be her new favorite excuse when stealing Miranda’s snacks, as apparent by the many calorie-rich sweets that had fallen victim to the bald woman.

“Careful or you’ll be the one with a fatass” replied the former Cerberus with the smallest twitch of her lips. The convict grimaced and snorted.

“As if. ‘least, I don’t worry about my perfect body so much I need to be hand feed like a toddler” mocked the skinny female and with a grimace, reluctantly grabbed the datapad.

Miranda was about to ignore the jab, it was mostly ritualistic for Jack, when she went still and one corner of her lips went upwards. The operative turned to the grumbling woman.

“Kid jokes, not very original. How about a little wager if I doubt my abilities so much. I’ll be eating dinner soon, if you manage to eat as much as me or more, I’ll provide you with info on Cerberus for free…”

“and you’ll wear a cheerleader outfit for three days. Oh, wait they probably don’t have blob-sized ones” interrupted Jack with laughter but focused on the brunette.

“Agree. But if you don’t match me, you’ll keep helping me with data… and join me during meals to train. Maybe I even let you try again later” finished Miranda with a mischievous smile.

“Pfft… as if”

“So we’re in agreement?” asked the brunette.

“You’re on, cheerleader.” confirmed Jack with a grin.

The next half-hour passed in relative pace save for the convict’s occasional curses. After that time Miranda stood up and from one of the closets took two large bags

She put one near Jack, second on the opposite side of the table, and sat there.

“Those bundles are identical. Dig in” said the brunette and took the biggest package from the bag and broke the metal activator inside it. Chemical reaction heated a full meal inside. Since Miranda came to terms with her mission and stopped fussing over it, she began adding MREs made for infantry. They weren’t quite as calorie-dense as paste and lard, which still made up the bulk of her meals, but in appearance and somewhat in taste resembled normal food. Miranda also took a few non-sweet bars as appetizers.

Jack blinked and clenched her teeth as she checked the bag. The largest package, the one brunette had taken first, contained a full, two-course meal, and beside it inside were several cardboard crates full of various tasting bars and pastes.

“Oh…are you having doubts?” asked Miranda with a raised eyebrow and a small smile, before putting a spoonful of thick stew, or rather its artificial replica, between her lips.

“You wish, bitch” replied the convict, but felt a pang of worry. Surely, the fat bimbo wasn’t able to eat all of this?

They both started with a warm meal. It surprised Jack, it tasted almost like the real thing,Shepard’s blue ex knew her shit. First beef stew, Miranda took bites of the bars between the spoons of thick, almost cream-like liquid.

The operative ate quickly and with appetite, considering her stomach’s size and various supplements, it was no surprise, but still maintaining basic etiquette. Jack ate noticeably sloppier, but not terribly so, however much faster. Unlike Miranda, her actions weren’t guided by hunger, but the simple desire to stuff as much as possible inside herself.

They finished with the stew fast enough and switched to the second course, a large pork chop that was swimming in gravy and puree. The portions were large, normally suitable for starved soldiers and both women were helping themselves to batons and paste.

Jack held admirably, she was a biotic so the thin woman was forced to eat much more than a normal human to simply function. However, it mostly translated to a large number of meals rather than their size. Between the sheer size of the heated meal and other MRS they had been snacking on, by the time chop was finished Jack had visibly slowed down, already full.

However, anger and spite are quite motivational and the convict had both in abundance so she continued. Unfortunately, bars and paste alone weren’t going in as easily.

“Hmmm… you know a surrender is also acceptable, there is no shame in that” said Miranda as she happily munched on bars and paste. Her round and adipose stomach was still eagerly awaiting more calories to fuel its growth.

Jack mumbled something, likely highly offensive, but mesh foods firmly prevented her from speaking. Minutes passed and Miranda was steadily gaining an advantage, even though her hunger had been sated. The brunette deliberately slowly unbuttoned her shirt giving the convict an excellent view of her swollen gut that was creeping on her lap and gigantic milkers.

The bald woman wasn’t faring well. Every mouthful of food that traveled down her gullet brought agony, and pearls of sweat covered her body. The fattening food visibly distended, the usually flat middle. The tattooed skin formed a small, reddening curve, similar cheeks full with food on Jack’s frowning face.

Finally, the convict managed to clear one cardboard of bars and paste. By that time Miranda cleared her own bag. With an almost visible effort she opened another one and took one more bar, she bit into it. It was sweet and fruity.

That was the end.

Jack spit half-chewed food on the table, looking couching. 

“eugh…Fuc.. eugh…eeee” the convict wasn’t even able to curse properly.

“Calm down, you’re not going to throw up. Whatever T’Soni is adding to food prevents it” said Miranda standing next to the bald woman. Jack could easily see the brunette’s sticking gut, that despite being ridiculously stuffed still had adipose hanging and the enormous breasts that dwarfed it. The XO handed her a cup and with a second hand took the sweet bar.

“Try to drink it, It’ll help” informed Miranda, and with a smug face bit into a MRE. Jack watched in disbelief as the bitch had the audacity to eat the fucking bar. The convict managed to force herself to drink a few sips. Surprisingly enough it worked.

“Fuuuuuccckkk” groaned the bald woman and leaned back.

“Do you want to lay down?” asked Miranda, already munching on another bar from Jack’s set. The stuffed female grunted something affirmative.

Miranda leaned down but was unable to stop her own groan, it wasn’t as easy as it had used to be. Her legs squished her belly, reminding her of its fullness, and her arms squeezed her swollen breasts, almost pushing them into her face as she leaned down and completely obscured her view.

However, the brunette managed to locate the tattooed legs and gently put them on the couch. Jack meanwhile slid, so she could lay giving her stomach full freedom. Miranda even put a cushion under her head.

“Well, there’s a silver lining to everything” began the overweight woman as she sat next to Jack and resumed eating MREs.

“Internship as my secretary is an opportunity many would fight over, perhaps you manage to get some popper etiquette. Also, I must admit that eating alone was becoming quite boring, it’ll be nice to have company”

“Biiiiiitch”

 

***

………………

……connection established

……initializing encryption

…… first layer

…… second layer

…………

…… connection active

A: What do you want Bau? I’m busy.

B: I received an interesting data package with the Shadow Broker’s digital fingerprint. Can you confirm them?

A: You read that pile of crap? Bau, don’t tell me you believe it.

B: Sensory data matches what I managed to check. Video and images were checked with every known method, they are real as far as I can tell. Most importantly the Shadow Broker doesn’t provide faulty data, not at this scale. And to do something for free means his operations or himself are in danger.

A: So you're saying you believe the human’s fairytale about ancient, murderous AIs? Please. And why would I know more than you?

B: Don’t insult my intelligence Vasir, especially in face of a possible crisis. Broker’s operatives I have access to managed to only confirm the authenticity of the signature, but none is as high up as you. Will you tell me anything or do I need to look on my own?

A: …Shepard and Broker have a deal. It’s a recent thing and I don’t know anything. But it seems she gives him info and the Broker passes info along without tipping off anybody, even Cerberus or the Council. Reapers… from what I gathered he believes them to be real and behind Collectors, those are real enough.

B: You knew this and failed to act or at least inform the Council.

A: Just because I work with the man or whatever he is, doesn’t mean I think he is all there. Also, do you honestly think the council would even believe me?

B:… Thank you for your assistance Vasir. I’ll leave you to your task.

…… disconnected

”*bbuuurrrrppp*… fucker” Tesla cursed the salarian with annoyance as she finally could release gas that bothered her the entire conversation and took a bite out of twinkle. If there was one thing humans were good at it was food.

The asari spectre was angry. She had been humiliated by an upstart monkey and her fatass girlfriend. Worse, for some reason, the Shadow Broker had changed his mind and firmly forbidden her from getting payback in any way and ordered(ordered!!) her to focus on Cerberus.

Vasir had wanted to tell him to stick it, but she hadn’t made it so far as a spectre by being stupid(save a few moments). Fortunately, the assignment in itself wasn’t pointless, in fact, it was quite fruitful. Those human terrorists weren’t fucking around, half of their “research” was a violation of sentients' rights and could easily result in the depopulation of several planets. While normally she wouldn’t care too much for those things, the sheer scale of potential catastrophe made it definitely in need of investigation. It was something she could easily show the council, not like Shepard's fairy tales.

Sure, Tela was forced to stick to rather backward, human areas of space so far, but it did have an advantage. Outside of industrial espionage, she felt almost like on vacation. Lately, she was prone to munchies which led the spectre to discover the variety of human foods.

Those reasons made her current assignment (exile) less deplorable

Hmm…that pizza place, there’re many flavors I haven’t tried mused the asari, trying with success to lift her mood, as she went through the video feed from the various bugs she had planted and stroked her gut.

Yes, Tela Vasir, the spectre had a proper, fat, gut. To be precise, from her middle sprouted a soft, fleshy dome, big enough to hold a football ball inside, that was beginning to split into two meaty folds. The rest of her body wasn’t unchanged, the asari’s lingerie had to be replaced once, somebody could have trouble recognizing her softened face, but the newly gained lard focused in her middle.

Tela didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time her weight fluctuate on more sedentary missions. Sure never that much, but usually she didn’t have such an opportunity to indulge in, surprisingly good, alien cuisine. Vasir was confident she would easily shed it once the mission was over, like always before.

The spectre mused for a few seconds. Currently, there was nothing that required her personal attention at the moment, she had to wait for more information. Why not take a stroll after a pointless conversation with Bau and eat something to unwind.

The chubby asari stood up and began putting on human clothes, typical for the few members of her species she saw in the colony as well as human females. As much as tasteless as it was, it was comfortable and Vasir didn’t feel like squeezing into armor or a dress.

Hmm… some shopping would be in order thought the spectre as she scanned her hideout. While all equipment and essentials were in military order, among them were small mountains of empty food wrappers.

Tela didn’t have a habit of denying herself pleasures, and she wasn’t about to start.

The asari secured everything and went out. 

Her thoughts were swaying between various scenarios of payback at Shepard and various dreams of food.

Lately the latter, took more and more of her thoughts

 

***

 

A few days later
The Normandy SR-2, Observation deck

Shepard could help but wonder if Samara really spent her entire time meditating between meals and her duties, or did she simply rush to the position when hearing the door.

“Samara, Kelly said you wanted to meet?” asked Shepard as she crouched next to the ancient asari.

“Indeed” replied the justicar and stood up. Elizabeth also straightened and focused, it would seem she had a serious conversation before her.

“As I understood, you have secured a device that will allow us to venture beyond omega relay and face collectors. However, even with how capable and dedicated your crew is, this journey can easily lead to our demise” stated Samara calmly. The spectre eyed her, the justicar seemed as composed as always, but that didn’t really mean much. The ancient asari was a master of concealing emotions, not of muting them.

“Samara, as much as we could use your help I won’t force you to come if you don’t wish to. You owe us nothing” replied the tall woman carefully.

The justicar looked at her and the blue lips twitched into something resembling a sad smile.

“Quite the contrary, but most importantly I gave you my oath. Do not worry commander, I do not fear joining the goddess' embrace. But you know of my mission, why I joined the order. I know that you said the operation to pacify Morinth would be lengthy, and while I doubt the character of some of your associates I do not doubt their competency. However, in light of such a perilous mission approaching, I wish to resolve the matter of my daughter, one way or another” explained Samara, face once again an emotionless mask.

Shepard nodded slowly.

“I’ll make a call. See what we are at”

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