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"...present our accomplishments" Rachel preferred they didn't, especially if it was being done by this accountant-looking doctor. Despite his unremarkable appearance, he was one of few with absolutely no conscience and fanatical devotion to Wesker. ...even in her current state. The observatory had changed a bit. The luxurious armchair was replaced by the equally expensive sofa, a single table by two, one with equipment to keep awaiting foodstuffs at the correct temperatures. Alex liked her comfort. Speaking of... Weser was back in her typical attire, or rather several times bigger version of it. Currently, she was about to bite into a doughnut, her second chin bulging. The pastry was devoured in seconds allowing to observe soft, bulging cheeks that had long since replaced sharp features. Moving downwards there was her thick neck, all 2 centimetres of it. Even clothed Alex's bulk was undeniable, as she was almost thrice the width back when Rachel had met her. The handywoman was still in the process of replacing seats for bigger ones or just getting extra ones. Of course, the older woman also expanded forward and backwards. Her breasts were growing the least, just a bit bigger than melons. Through the shirt, one could spot an outline of an expensive bra that kept them in place. Speaking of the shirt, it was no longer tucked in her trousers. Alex's belly was a large, round thing that extruded almost a half foot from her torso and hung over her trousers. Right now, it was laying on her thick, always-brushing thighs and spilling even further. Rachell knew that this spherical mass of fat turned into two juicy love handles, that then transformed into pale backfat. Suffice to say, the shirt had a hard time going into the trousers. Those also weren't in the most favourable position. Wesker's ass, which was increasingly rarely lifted was nearly as wide as her belly. There was no "near" when comparing her asscheeks to beachballs. It was remarkable they somewhat maintained their round shape, being constantly squished and no longer deniable cellulite. Her thighs perhaps weren't the highlight but some time ago they passed the size threshold that allowed Wesker to walk normally. Watching the blonde tyrant waddle around was great for Rachel's spirit. Interestingly, Alex's calves seemed to be set on matching the thighs's width, making knees appear more like deformation in the single pillars of lard. Even now Rachel could see how those fat calves suddenly ended, only to transform into feet. Ordering several sets of larger shoes had been an excellent idea. Wesker's arms weren't in any better shape, even if they did get quite a lot of exercise. Her upper arms were almost as thick as her thighs had been all those months ago and had healthy developing bingo wings. Arguably, the blonde's hand were most impressive, her fingers swelled to the size of sausages seemingly in the spawn of few w... Fuck Rachel closed her eyes and counted to ten. It wasn't time for distraction, especially for fucked up coping mechanisms. She had to know as much as she could. So the younger woman finished cutting sausages into snack-sized portions and replaced the plate that Alex had free from the burden of pastries. "... we based our project on previously discarded, prototype strain of T-virus. After many modifications and trials, we produced a new pathogen, designation t-Adephagia. Now we start proper testing" After that, the doctor was replaced with a woman strapped to be chair in an empty, white room. There was a table fixed to the wall and an opening above. The woman was fairly pretty and clearly an islander. She was visibly distressed, fighting against restraints, but besides a feverish look and a few slightly darker veins, the captive looked unharmed. The image blinked then switched to the identical room and another woman... then another... and another... Rachel felt a cold inside her stomach as she realized there were twenty women imprisoned under her feet. Worse, it seemed Wesker was no longer limiting herself to the island's population, the handywoman was ready to bet that half the women weren't native. She had hoped that decreasing population, especially with escapes would at least impede experiments. Now the blonde felt that hope dying. As the camera images appeared simultaneously on all screens, Rachel forced herself back to reality and refiled Wesker's cup with sugary juice. At least the hog seemed to be sated for now. "...let's proceed" Then, in every room, a tray full of food slid on the table. Rachel couldn't be sure but it looked very basic: some fired meat, fries, some creamy soup in a bowl and drink in a non-spiling cup. All in astronomical quantity. It was sudden, all captives froze, their eyes transfixed on the trays. Seconds later they frenziedly returned to their struggle, then restrains let go. Rachel would have a hard time describing what was happening. She wasn't seeing women but rabid, starving animals that had cornered their prey. Scraps of food were flying everywhere, it was a miracle none of them choked as they shoved fistfuls of food into their mouths stretching their cheeks. In ten minutes, twenty women, a few of whom could be called chunky at most, had devoured a meal that would give Alex a pause. Their stomachs were visibly distended, marred with bloody stretchmarks and pulsing veins. Then the second serving rolled in. Again all dug in feverishly, even if torment was visible on their faces. Fortunately, most began slowing down, it took a few minutes before they stopped altogether, panting heavily and staring emotionlessly into the wall. Their stomachs looked grotesque like overinflated basketballs sown to thin frames. Most, but not all... Four women kept feverishly gorging themselves on greasy food. Rachel didn't know whether it was more horrifying or disgusting. Their bellies kept swelling bigger and bigger, until their surfaces were nearly fully red, to the size no pregnancy could make... Ugh!! Rachel did her best to contain the nausea at the sight before her. Several seconds later she looked again but soon regretted it. Four women had literally eaten themself to death, their stomachs had raptured. The doctor returned to the main screen. "As you can see, Mrs Wesker, the virus works as intended at this stage. Of course, it could use further improvement, but I believe we ought to observe further" Alex wiped the grease from her lips and pressed a communication button. "That's acceptable Randalf, but do increase sample size. Twenty is hardly a representative number" Rachel shuddered, cursing her helplessness. Meanwhile, the balding man looked like he was atop the world. "Furthermore...the control group?" "Of course!" The image changed once again, this time showing a large room, almost a hall full of strangely large, hospital beds. They weren't empty, each had a sleeping(?) woman with a net of cables disappearing under thin blankets. The most alarming were tubes attached to their faces. It took Rachel a few seconds to notice there was something pumped through it... and an everpresent bulge around the midriff's area. She closed her eyes. Of course... the control group. Of course, Wesker couldn't do anything normally. Rechell really regretted sending her those books. *** Rachel hated to admit it, but she was the victim of her success. Alex had an increasingly debilitating condition. With her weight past 500 pounds, it was a wonder the obese blond hadn't needed help before. Of course, she needed help, just this bitch is too proud The handywoman tried to appear professional as she put a stocking at the pillar of fat that was Alex's leg. Some time ago Rachel had been summoned to her boss's room when finishing breakfast. She had wondered why Wesker took longer and longer to get to the observatory. It wasn't only the stairs. Another portion of time-consuming and nerve-wracking chores wasn't something Rachel had been hoping for. The fuck she keeps wearing that damn suit?! It took some time, but it was finished as she put shoes on swollen feet. Then it was time for the second phase. The thin blonde straightened, Wesker with barely contained annoyance raised her arms. Joining their forces they lifted the mass of pale flesh from the bed. As soon as she stood Wesker let go and began waddling to the exit. Rachel watched her ass swaying left and right, it was clear even the slow waddle was giving her trouble. By the stairs, a keen eye could see a clenched jaw inside a chubby face, as Alex grabbed the railing with one hand and grabbed Rachel with the second. I could push her down her stairs and nobody would know. I made preparations. It was tempting, very much so. But Rachel shuddered at the chaos that would follow. Sure the entire operation was already coming off at the seams, largely thanks to Weskers herself, but it was gradual... if everything broke down at once it would be a slaughter. Despite Rachel's best efforts and continuous experiments the island still had some civilian population. The luxurious couch groaned as a large posterior fell on it. Even before screens flickered to life, Wesker began tearing into a pile steaming of steaming pancakes, covered in several types of glaze. Only, once initial machines were sated with enough sugar to cause cavities in an entire elementary classroom, Alex focused on reports. Rachel observed as her boss munched on slices of tortilla and tried to hide frustration. There was no luck finding a suitable carrier for the t-Phobos virus, while Wesker was simultaneously getting weaker and fatter with every day. The obese woman was getting desperate. It was both a good and bad thing. Her pet projects weren't going perfectly either. The women who survived were fat, far more than they should be after just a few weeks. Adipose was poking through tatters of their clothes. As different as the distribution was, all of them had constantly distended stomachs, stretched beyond belief to accommodate insane amounts of food. All of them were pale with several blackening veins. The problem was different. Their appetites were growing out of control, and mutations too. If their portions weren't being monitored accidents from the first day would become norms... or not. Rachel watched as the formerly attractive Asian woman kept on gorging herself like an animal, her gut already bigger than a yoga ball, so much so it was lying on the floor. She tried to grab another portion of some deep-fried bits, but her stomach was proving to be an obstacle. Desperately she kept squirming trying to reach, only to fall from the chair. There she kicked, and screamed, but couldn't hope to lift herself. She wasn't the only one. So they don't burst any more... small mercies. The pathogen was supposed to significantly increase hunger, appetite and tendency to put on the pounds while leaving everything else intact. Meanwhile, it resulted in starving zombies. Let loose, they just lumbes around in search of food. That's how it looked. Data showed their nervous systems were intact, just too preoccupied with all-consuming hunger. They used seats... mostly and tools if they could help them get to another bite of feed. In moments of lucidity, they coherently screamed for more food. There's hope they can be curre... what the fuck?! There was a woman with chocolate skin, the first day she had nearly joined the four victims. Just a few days ago she was the fattest. Now she was standing naked, save some scraps but she seemed to be thinner. Still fat, but not as obese. It was then Rachel noticed that the head with unkept hair was far too close to the ceiling than it should. When the tray appeared on the table, the captive immediately bent down to it and... Rachel felt herself gag. A human mouth shouldn't open like that, human mouth or throat shouldn't be able to fit a tray worth of deep-fried meat, cheese and vegetables at once. But this... woman did and once another tray appeared she repeated the process. Like her lower jaw opening far too much and splitting in half to stretch her mouth open beyond any reason was a normal occurrence. She barely avoided overfilling Alex's glass and realized she was hearing the balding doctor. "... were better than expected, this version is a failure. We began making adjustments. Its most glaring flaw is contagiousness" The image flickered to show several more infected, but noticeably thinner than the rest. Two of them wore lab coats identical to the doctor's. "Contac's with infected fluids resulted in infection in every case. At best we managed to prolong the development" Wekser swallowed the last of the sausages and gulped an entire glass of juice before opening communication. "Results are within margin. So far. Is there anything else?" "Yes. t-Adephagia displays certain interesting properties. Regeneration isn't as impressive as with other progenitor viruses but is still beyond any human. Importantly, several subjects had conditions such as diabetes, asthma and in one case tumour. Today there's no sign of them" Alex finished the pastry and licked cream from her fingers before answering. "It's something to keep an eye on. Share the data with other teams, lest see how it compares" The doctor seemed like he had just bitten a lemon, but nodded. "Of course, of course... Finally, I think there may be an alternative way to meet project goals. There's a particular BOW that will be arriving shortly once the beta team confirm its usefulness. I shall prepare the report once we have something concrete" Rachel watched as Wesker bit into another pastry, the thick second chin moving as she chowed. She wondered if opening a second bottle of vodka this month would make her an alcoholic. *** "Do get hold of yourself, Appleman. It's unsightly" Rachel remained silent, too tired to even think of a retort. Stairs were proving too much of a hassle for Wesker. Solution - she had her bring her bed and other "necessities" to the observatory. She had to disassemble and reassemble them, even parts weren't exactly light. All while providing Alex with mountains of food. It's a good thing there's a proper bathroom on every level or I would have to build one. Considering her boss's state it was, a wonder she had been waiting so long. Today Wesker was only in lingerie, too impatient to put on clothes as the promising host had been selected. Another failure. Alex resembled a vaguely human pile of fat, four or more times wider than the woman she had been two years ago. Her spherical gut spilt in every direction, its love handles resembled soft, thick tyres and so did her backfat. Seated, the lard and food repository reached halfway through her thighs, which were wider than Rachel's waist. Hell, her legs looked more like some fleshy barrels than limbs, her calves beginning to sag over swollen feet. Arms weren't much better, their upper part more akin to pillows with fat lower arms just sticking from them. Wesker's face swelled so much, that she was nearly unrecognizable. It was so fat, she barely could look down as her thick, second chin was firmly squeezed against her torso. But her tits are almost the same thought Rachel with some perverse satisfaction. True, the mounds atop the mountainous gut kept their melon size, growing only a bit to accommodate the monstrous bulk. Rachel looked around and noted that she really must be tired, to be nonplused at what she was seeing. The ruthless tyrant was finishing a platter of greasy hamburgers, juices smeared on her face and sausage-like fingers. On the main screen something that would fit into those weird Asian porno her old roommate had used to watch. An enormous sphere covered in large, stiff leaves among which sprung strange lianas. Atop it was a stem, also with many leaves, that ended with a strange, fleshy flower. Around it, along thick roots, laid women with their eyes closed and strangely engorged stomachs, those pulsing lianas in their mouths. Another screen showed an obese woman, dirty and dazed but alive, on the next screen she lay dead, a strange vegetation sprouting from her body. Another set, another woman - still fat but in better condition. Rachel closed her eyes but could do nothing about munching and voice from the speakers. "... lifestyle. A mature specimen captures the host and fattens her until adipose is sufficient for a sapling's exorbitantly fast and turbulent development. Nominally 400 - 500 pounds. If the plant has small reserves, the infected will be released seemingly unchanged but will experience abnormal hunger. However not to the level it would impede everyday operation. Only when a certain threshold is passed victim starts looking for a suitable spot. The same applies if the host is forcefully removed. Removing the spores and saplings from utero proved to be easy..." Oh, goody... Rachel forced herself awake, she was done. Leaving Wesker with enough food, snacks and sugary drinks to feed a soccer team. She was going to sleep, she would read about crimes against humanity tomorrow. *** The handywoman felt herself sweating a bit, despite rather cool air. Was it anticipation? The entire operation was on the brink, save several stragglers, no civilians were running free. New test subjects had to be brought in. Desertions were ever present and mutated specimens were loose in a few corners of the island. "Report" Rechel felt the cold voice rather than heard, as her gloved hand was deep under the mass of lard that was Wesker's gut. Right... She was, at the moment, lotioning her irate, narcissistic, psychopathic boss. "Per your instructions, we collaborated with other teams to ascertain t-Adephagia regenerative capabilities. This resulted in substrain Beta. We woke five subjects from the control group, all about 350 pounds and with mild dysfunction. After an initial checkup, they were infected with Beta. Results were... far beyond our estimates" How does one move folds of fat and lotion those, without alerting their owner? Rachel took out her hand from underneath pale flesh, but Alex was focused on the scared scientist. "The first symptoms appeared after a day, appetite noticeably increased. After a period of rapid consumption, they seeingly returned to normal" The handywoman squeezed a lump of adipose that was beginning to spill from a thigh. Alex was so fat her adipose was losing its uniformity. "The following day all subjects appeared visibly skinnier, but their weight remained the same. Their level of activity was too high considering their state and long sedation. I had one brought to the examining room" Rachel put lotion on her hands and began applying it on the monstrous leg. Its skin's surface alone was probably just a tad smaller than on the handywoman's entire body. Skin... was probably the only thing that betrayed just how rapidly Wesker had been blowing up. It was ridden with many fresh, healed and uncountable fading stretchmarks. "The subject panicked and easily dismantled the escort. Trying to escape she freed several subjects, including the remaining Beta carriers" It was no wonder, really. Over 600 pounds of pure lard pumped into a human frame, it got to leave a mark. "We heavy weaponry proved to be necessary. None specimen suvirved... As expected samples show a significant increase in muscle density, with no signs of previous sicknesses. Furthermore, they still show life and attempts at regeneration" Rachel reached the foot, over which saged calf, almost a centimetre down. The foot itself was also deformed, visibly rounded and soft with fat. She looked up. With each passing day, Wesker looked more like a caricature, some perverse image of impossible gluttony than an actual, living person. Spite was probably the only reason she was able to get up from bed. What a spectacle it was. "... I see. Once necessary repairs are done focus on t-Adephagia Beta, other projects are postponed until further notice. I expect a full report on a new strain by tomorrow" The connection was cut and Rachell signed internally, her mild break was over. *** Rachel hated going to the tower's underground lab. It made her interact with the head scientist - an unassuming man, who viewed Wesker as some goddess and others as resources. Just a little bit more she thought as she looked at the package. She had a plan, if everything went well she would be free within a month, then authorities would flood the island and rescue captives. Just not today She entered the observatory. There was she, an overlord of the island - a sentient land whale, who took almost an entire new couch on her own. A new sofa, as originally was becoming too narrow for the cellulite-ridden ass. "Ma'am, the package from doctor" The near-immobile blonde wiped her hands clean, took the small briefcase and put it on her gut. The fleshy mountain was almost spilling from her barrel-like thighs. Wesker pressed her hand against the case, her handprint unlocking it. Showoff Suddenly Rachel froze, scared. Wesker's swollen, puffy face was stretched in a wide smile. She looked at the case and phosphorescent vial inside. She knew scientists were using a phosphorescent solvent to mark their viral products. "Ma'am, I hope you aren't going to do anything rash" Suddenly she had all the attention. "Rash, ha! Limited as you are..." Rachel had a practice in filtering out Wesker's monologues. She was focused on the vial that was in the sausage-like fingers. "...ascent!" Then, not without trouble, Alex had emptied the vial into her lower arm. The skin around darkened for a few seconds, otherwise nothing happened. Wesker had the decency to put the vial back into the case before discarding it. "Dispose of it and make sure we have enough ready meals for the next two days" Fuck Two days later, Rachel wondered how long all the food she had prepared would stay edible. But Wesker called, demanding an early breakfast. It wasn't unusual, but this time... Even at her worst, Alex maintained basic manners. Not now. Rache watched as her boss held steaks in her bare hands and ripped meat without any regard. Her face, hands, tits and belly were covered in various substances - grease, glaze, gravy and juices. Wesker's shouts for more were only interruptions. Months of additives, subtle conditioning and enabling turned the blonde beauty into a gluttonous blob that inhaled more calories in a single sitting than entire families daily. Now she was long past her record almost twice over. As Rachel was making beelines with trays in her hands, the sphere of adipose began to visibly expand. The handywoman was beginning to sweat for a reason other than exertion, as the second industrial fridge was being emptied. Wesker's stomach almost doubled in diameter, it's surface red from fresh stretchmarks, too taunt to sag even as it overtook Alex'es knees. When Rachel was about to reach into reserves, both hoping and dreading that Wesker would share the fate of those four women, the immense woman stopped. She looked at her surroundings and grimaced. She demanded towels and exiled Rachel from the observatory. The following days were a godsend to Rachel as her boss seemingly forgot about her. It was a good time to put the finishing touches to her plans and rest. Unfortunately, Wesker finally called. Several surprises were waiting for her. All food was gone. Wesker was visibly freshly bathed, fully clothed and visibly skinnier. Oh... She was still obese, but no longer looked like some caricature of the human form, like the last several months never happened. The remaining blubber seemed far more inconsequential than it should be. Wesker demanded cleaning of the observatory and breakfast. In the next week, the fat blonde not once asked for physical assistance and moved like she wasn't still juggling about 400 pounds of pure blubber. Rachel also didn't notice any dizziness spells or coughing fits. It had also other, undesirable results. Wesker no longer seemed to be pressed for time. She was starting to restore order to the island. "Fuck" Rachel cursed as traversed the tower. Whatever Wesker injected herself with was working. That's why she was trying to accelerate her plans and prepare a few backups. The handywoman was just returning to her quarters when she realized somebody was in the kitchen. Obviously, it was Alex, but... "Holy shit..." The huge refrigerator was wide open, the obese blonde was standing right before it. Rachel saw the apron of fat spill from under the shirt, simultaneously trying to burst from its confines. Wesker didn't notice her, too busy shovelling cold spaghetti into her maw. Rachel retreated, she didn't want to know what was going on. The following morning, she was woken by a call - another early breakfast. She did her best to make it and ignore the mess. When the handywoman entered the observatory Wesker was pacing. Well, as much as a person with thighs as wide as a grown woman's shoulders could pace. "You took your time Aplleman" Rachel didn't respond to the barb... since when Wesker is taller than me? Indeed the clothes on the blonde didn't fit right, but this time not because of adipose. The couch groaned as Alex sat and began her feast. It wasn't the frenzied gluttony from yesterday, but it wasn't far off. Also... "URP... more Appleman" "Of course ma'am, but... there's something wrong with your left eye" With speed far too great for somebody who ought to be near bedridden, Alex appeared next to a mirror and inspected her face. Her left eye had a slit pupil and shined yellow, the skin around it greyed. "No... no... NO!. It's not supposed to happen!" Furiously she turned around her flesh quivering like an ocean of gelatin. "OUT!" Rachel left. It's time to bolt It wasn't ideal, but things were looking far too risky. She waited for the night. As she snuck out the handywoman noticed the light in the kitchen. She shouldn't have checked it. She did. Inside was Wesker, but not like before. She was even taller, barefoot and her suit was ripped revealing far more patches of grey skin. All containers were opened, their contents likely in the visibly distended stomach. Right now Wesker was finishing ribs, bones were crunching between abnormally strong jaws. Bumping into a glass jar was a second mistake that night. Suddenly a pair of glowing yellow eyes focused on Rachel. Obese face with something dripping from it was far too threatening than it should be. "Appleman..." the voice was familiar but distorted. Rachel couldn't decipher the emotion in that inhuman gaze. Suddenly kitchen was filled with deep, rumbling grow that emanated from the ball of lard. Alex paused for a second, to look at her gut with pure loathing. Rachel didn't know why, but instead of bolting, she opened the pantry. It was a ** room with an unnoticeable entrance, filled with meats, cheeses, vegetables... all ready to cook. Lumbering steps were loud and shook the floor, but when Rachel looked back up the monster's focus was shifting. The handywoman could see internal struggle at the greying face. Then, an urging rumble emanated from the engorged mass of flesh. The towering blob made its way into the pantry... removing parts of the wall. Rachel was gone, her heart pounding as she entered the elevator. The situation was getting out of hand. She blocked all escapes from the tower's top. Rachel wanted to escape but then noticed a high alert had been issued. Shit There went Plan A. She made her way to secret panic rooms attached to the Tower's laboratory. Rachel powered the computer. The situation wasn't unsavable. Several orders and commands later she was gulping a sleeping pill and setting alarms. Right now she could only wait. Awakening was unpleasant as all alarms seemed to be ringing... was that gunshots? Soon she saw the island was in chaos... far larger than it should be. The halls of the laboratory were in disarray, Rachel could see damages, viscera, infected on the loose and last embers of resistance. Unfortunately, a lot of systems were down. The handywoman cursed and charted a new route. Terrified, she set out in haste. Rachel didn't know what caused it all, but her route was clear, save damages and human remains. Almost. She opened an armoured door to be greeted by 500 pounds of infected flesh. A pretty ginger woman tackled her and pinned her to the ground she was strong and frenzied but her bulk got in the way. Rachel was taller and almost as strong. After a struggle and several bullets later she was safe. She emptied her stomach and stood here for some time before continuing. Finally, Rachel arrived at the hall with a "control group". It had direct access to the underground canals. Inside she noticed a large hole from the main hallway and... There was nothing more in her stomach, but she still vomited. Wsker was here sitting on the floor, all in naked, grey-skinned glory. So tall that even with her fat ass on the floor she reached higher than Rachel. She seemingly lost quite a lot of weight... but was rectifying it. Rachel watched as Alex, with no effort, grabbed a sleeping woman who couldn't be lighter than 400 pounds... and bit her head off. She didn't stop there. After a shower of gore, the woman was gone, only for the Wesker to grab another. Her stomach... was a monstrous, swollen thing covered in dark veins. It rested on her legs, reaching almost to her feet and to her head's height. Rachel didn't want to know what and how much Wesker had eaten. With adrenaline in her veins, she managed to open the gate to the canals. Then she, with her legs shaking, came back and unladed the entire magazine aiming at the mop of golden hair, shouting as loud as she could. "Fatso!! How it feels being dumber than some dropout!!" She managed to get the creature's attention. The blood-smeared face turned to her. "Appleman" This time voice barely resembled anything human. "Yes. It's me the the dumb Rachel Apleman. But what it make's you, you fatso?! Great Alex Wesker, tricked by some janitor?!" She could see how mindless hunger was being overwhelmed by primal rage. "YOU!!" Good, she got the thing's attention away from ** women. "Fuck" Against all common sense, Wesker begins to get up. It was a clumsy spectacle, her body was still fat, her flesh quivered, her breast swayed. Finally, her stomach probably weighed shy of a ton. But she lifted it, mostly. "Appleman!!" Rachel sprinted through the maze, even as everything cried in exhaustion. Sounds of rushed concrete, enraged roars and stomps were far too close.. By the time she resurfaced, Rachel felt her lungs were about to explode. She took a minute respite, even this monstrosity would have problems breaching the reinforced gate. Ten minutes later she was in another secret room clicking on the keyboard. Master override... open sesame Wesker roared when the hydraulic gate opened. She still felt her scent, one who betrayed/humiliated/deformed her. Alex was surrounded by warehouses, some factories... a food conglomerate... she didn't care what it was and why everything was wide open where was pre...!? Then she felt it in her nose, not her victim... SUSTANANCE. Her hunger slammed into her mind, drowning everything else. As her nose was assaulted she couldn't think about anything else that filling that pit inside her. The beast known as Alex Wesker recognized the logo on the crates in the first warehouse. Her clawed hand went through cardboard like through wet paper. Not caring for plastic wrappers she shoveled a handful into her mouth. It was sweet... it brought the tiniest amount of relief. Alex started to eat. There were many crates, palettes, containers... all with blessed food. It was one of many warehouses. The island used to be populated by a few thousand people. They had to have large food reserves. Tons of them. Alex ate and ate, then ate some more. She didn't care for damages. She didn't care when her stomach, that graning and pulsing monstrosity, began touching the floor even as she stood. She just dragged it. Snacks, pies, bread and meats in various forms, she inhaled them all. Everything she could just to quench her hunger. She ate as her stomach grew larger than the rest of her body. Wesker ought to explode, but mutated flesh kept together. Soon it showed its other nature. As Wesker was eating, she was getting fatter, by the second. The blubber was accumulating on her body with abnormal speed and efficiency. The earth shook as she waddled, walls and metal falling around as an increasingly wider monster searched. Alex ate. Her body reenacted the changes of the last months as it swelled with fat. It took mere hours for her to regain the proportions she had a month ago, if with a far more engorged stomach. Wesker didn't care, she ate. And grew. She ate, as the flesh from her calves sagged to the ground. She ate, as her upper arms were immobilized by their lard. She ate, even when she couldn't even waddle, adipose leaving no more space for her legs to move. So she sat on her ass, which already all but touched the ground. Wesker swayed left and right, moving through rubble.. And so she ate. She ate. Ate And ate... ate... …until she couldn't When tons of lard were too much for inhumanly strong muscles. When what was left of her limbs were swallowed by her flesh. But her stomach was still larger than her, packed tight with food. So it shrunk, and Alex grew Among the rubble, there was a mountain of grey flesh. Elevated by stacks of thick rolls, flesh spiled across many acres. There were three main formations - two roughly symmetrical and divided by a tight chasm that ran almost to the top. Above them were large folds that formed gently to the top. They curved to the sides and down, slowly transforming into the main formation. An enormous, single mass surprisingly smooth and round, that took almost half of the landmass's surface, with a single crevice at the front. At its sides, laid two far smaller formations, that looked a bit like flattened teardrops, they sprouted high and grew in size as they descended, ending round. Above rolls connected the main landmasses, right above stacks that elevated the entire structure, were two cone-like shapes. They looked like somebody stacked cylinders or balls and flattened. They were sagging downwards, with tight holes atop. If somebody would scale this unusual, soft, rumbling mountain and reach the very centre, they would find a shallow recess with few lumps in the centre. The main lump had a mane of golden hair and two shimmering eyes. The two other lumps were its swollen cheeks. Alex Wesker, the would-be messiah of the new superior human race, grew to be more monumental than she had ever dreamed of. Her abnormally strong limbs were set in place by their lard, hands and feet buried deep underneath. Wesker didn't care. She didn't care about ruined plans or that she was an immobile monster buried under tons of her fat. She didn't think, she didn't even hate. "MMmmMMMmOooOOOooORRRrrEEEeEEE!!!" She just hungered. *** Rachel let out a sigh of relief as she closed the armored door. She had reached Wesker's secret dock and everything was in place. She stumbled her way to the shelter near it. It was late and Rachel was too tired to try to navigate the sea, even in this fancy yacht. The blonde tried to clean herself, but earlier events were catching up to her. Her body shook as she set up alarms and prepared her bedding. To her own surprise, she ate an entire loaf of bread with canned meat. Still, she was dead tired and Wesker had stocked only the best. She checked everything and.... she grabbed a candy bar. Rachel checked her bandages last time... and felt her stomach rumbling. She looked at the storage door and began salivating at the thought of food inside. Then the blonde was completely still. Bandages... those wounds... they were... They were tears running down her cheeks as she reopened the storage. Rachel couldn't help herself. SHE WAS JUST SO HUNGRY

Ch 1 This is stupid Rachel hesitated but added another slice of butter and something from an innocent-looking salt shaker. What's going to change? Her wardrobe? So far the blonde hadn't found a feasible escape route. Then came the realization that escape would solve little. Alex seemed to have no problem cutting down loose ends. So far, playing along was the best chance at survival. Not passively, of course. She was diligently going through what was accessible through computers and inside the tower. It was a slow process, but Rachel was starting to get a clearer, if grim, picture of what was happening. The first noticeable hurdle had been getting access to Wesker's medical data and performing several syntheses in the lab. She still couldn't understand what exactly was wrong with her boss, but it wasn't all that important. Why am I doing this? The blonde took the lasagne out of the oven. It looked great, exactly like the one Wesker had eaten some time ago. It did, however, have a several times larger calorie count. How did that help? Rachel hoped that extra pounds would distraught Wesker. Of course, she cooled off and now, cutting the calorie bomb into pieces, the tall woman could admit she just wanted to stick it to that sadistic bitch. The blonde may not have been an evil genius, but she did know what made the human body tick and she was a decent practical chemist. Rachell took a tray with a large, but not oversized, piece of lasagne and a large cup of tea. Then she made her way to the observatory. Rachel didn't risk increasing the size of the servings. The increased calorie count should be more than enough, plus what she had cooked up in the lab. The compounds from the salt shaker ought to slow Weaser's impressive metabolism to a crawl and increase her appetite just a little bit. The observatory was empty, Alex must have been in the top segment of the tower. Rachel just left the tray on the table but felt a little bit of satisfaction. The bowl with caramelized nuts was empty. It was the only exception from her rule of keeping the same portions and the taller blonde ensured Weaser saw how she snacked on them. This one had been full the last time she had been here. As casually as Rachel could, she positioned herself between the camera and the table as she switched the empty bowl for a full one. When Rachel was about to exit, she was stopped. "Miss Aplleman, a word" The taller woman froze and turned around as calmly as she could. "I thought you had a basic grasp of your duties by now, but I seem to be mistaken" Alex Weasker stood near the table, arms crossed. A picture-perfect image of a scolding woman of success. Rachel clenched her teeth, she had found out her anger was pretty good at drowning out fear. "What's wrong ma'am?" the shorter woman sat down by the table and grabbed cutlery. "My clothes are shrunk after the last washing. I would think such a task isn't beyond your capabilities" "I... see. I'll return to using the previous fabric softener" replied Rachel and her boss just glanced at her. "You do so" and with that, Weaser took a first bite of her meal. The taller blonde exited the room, trying her best to hide her satisfaction. Shrunk clothes, really? It took a closer inspection but the aristocratic women already put on a few pounds. Rachel didn't know what was funnier: that genus Alex Weaser was in denial or that she was using the most cliche excuse. Now it was time to play a tailor. Rachel mentally thanked her grandma. *** Rachel heard blood thrumming in her ears as she entered the last commends. She was getting the hang of the computer systems of the island, even managing to gain access to some which were supposed to be inaccessible to her. Just now she had sent a message to a few locals that some access to the network and had doubts about their "saviour". Nothing concrete, just some suggestions and warnings. The blonde exhaled, even if she managed to convince people, how to get off the is... rrrrrriiiiinnng "What the hell, I just brought her dinner?" The woman grimaced and picked up the small communicator Weasker used to call her. "Miss Appleman bring another serving of cake and a bottle of wine" Rachel blinked, that was a first. Walker did call every now and then for errands, but never for extra food. Especially since desserts had become part of every meal, they had been offered to Weasker once and she had graciously accepted. Good thing too, the blond had started to have trouble refilling bowls with snacks on time. No point guessing The handywoman quickly smoothed her dishevelled appearance and soon walked with a ** piece of chocolate cake and a cup of juice. The cake had so much butter and sugar in it that any sensible dietician would faint just looking at it. Rachel paused at the entrance, doing her best to halt the nausea that hit her looking at the screens. Weasker was standing, which was unexpected. Over three weeks ago the taller woman had dragged a large armchair into the observatory and the Aryan archetype had been using it continuously since. The younger woman could understand why. The screen's illumination outlined her boss's figure, much thicker than it had been a few months ago, especially around the bottom area. Rachel put the cake on the table, wondering how the hell Wesker didn't realise her increasing weight. As much as she hated to admit to the shorter woman was terrifyingly smart. ... and hyper-focused, and vain. So far so good. But it's only a matter of time When she straightened, Rachel almost jumped. Wesker stared in her direction, her intense gaze darting between the cake and her employee. The effect was quickly dampened when the taller woman was reminded of her boss's softened face. Rachel dreaded the moment some member of the staff would comment on it during Wesker's rare personal visits. "You may leave" The older blonde's stare spelled nothing good. *** As she felt surprisingly strong fingers grip her throat, Rachel realized that she hated being right. Being summoned to the small lab was sudden, but it was bound to happen. Seeing her boss, only in her exclusive lingerie, with face a stone with cold fury underneath was a surprise nonetheless. Rachel had seen her boss go commando, at the very beginning, back when the routine hadn't been established. Then Wesker could have easily passed for a supermodel, just a bit more full-bodied. The contrast was stark. Alex's chest hadn't been the biggest but proper and in excellent shape, now almost the size of a coconut and still quite alluring, but needed the support of a bra. Her ass, once firm and hard, was much more convex, softer with a hint of celllite. One couldn't miss the widening of limbs, which went from slender and graceful to visibly stocky, with thighs that were starting to meet. Finally the former wasp's waist - it was hard to comprehend how it changed. All curves were now facing outwards, adding over half of Wesker's original width. The fleshy pouch was sticking so far it ought to be clearly visible despite ** breasts, it was already beginning to sag over black panties. Rachel was shocked, almost scared by her therapy's success... and deeply impressed by her tailoring skills. She had to adjust expensive suits by eye, but they managed to fit well and hid most of Alex's newfound pounds. "Hmm...Mrs Applelman it's hardly polite to stare. Although, it's good that you manage to recognize the issue" The flat tone wasn't too reassuring, Wesker's deliberate steps toward Rachel, which were adding a bit of sway to softened curves, were only adding to the tension. Soon two blondes were so close they were almost touching. "Yes, the issue... do you know how much I weigh?" asked the older woman almost sweetly as she put her hand on her employee's shoulder. "... no ma'am" "At this moment about 209 pounds, it was 120 pounds when we met... that's the real issue" Rechel didn't notice when a delicate hand grasped her throat and slammed her to the wall. Rachel hated being right. "Tell me.. what did you hope to accomplish? Fatten me so much I would be on your mercy? Or perhaps it was supposed to be some witless joke?" The words were quiet and cold, grip surprisingly strong. Rechel realized that the older woman was willing to kill her. Still, she was confident about being able to overpower a chubby sociopath, but was it the right choice? "Are you... kidding?!... Lady, we eat the same food... and servings. You couldn't blow up like.. that just from some cake and sweets..." "Oh, but of course..." "What... the hell... Do you think I done and why?... Check bloody cameras.... fuck check the... damned food..." Wesker kept staring for several seconds before relapsing her grip. "I shall review your performance, Mss Appleman. For now, you shall assist me with the examination" Rachel grumbled something as she massaged her throat, but went after the older woman. They spend over 2 hours on medical examination, and the next one on analytical data. Well, Rachel was feeding data into a computer and Alex was analysing the results. The younger woman saw the barely contained rage behind the cracking mask of her boss. She was sure that this time words wouldn't be enough, coincidentally there was a sturdy metal chair within arms reach. What no... "Leave" Wesker's voice was colder than ice with the thinnest tremble. The handywoman calmly made her way to the exit only to be paused next to the door. "Start preparing smaller servings. No more of this cheap cake" "Of course ma'am" As doors were almost closed Rachel heard a furious roar and sound of breaking glass. "Overdramatic much?" murmured the blonde then exhaled in relief. It was close, it was a good thing she had stuck to her story. Wesker had nothing - the chemicals in food broke down quickly and they only worked in tandem inside the body. Even if Alex does find something in food, linking it to her state won't be easy. Rachel smiled as she made her way to her room. She doubted Wesker would even try, she knew the result of the older woman's examination. A significant drop in metabolism speed and a small hormonal abnormality caused an increase in appetite. New symptom of progressing cellular degeneration. The blonde sat down next to the computer to make sure those few edited clips were inconspicuous. Rachel still didn't really know what was wrong with her boss, just there was something funky with her genetics. It was weird and didn't really fit with any disease. But that allowed us to assign a lot of symptoms to it if done correctly. It was a good thing that Wesker, with all her genius, wasn't too much of a computer wiz. Smaller potions, huh? Let's see for how long It was time to change dosing, just a bit "Fortune favours the brave, after all" *** Rachel was really impressed by the amount of distaste Wesker could muster at the plate full of greens and buts of steamed meat. She put it on the table and dutifully put samples into a testing tube. Sufficient to say that cutting down on the servings's size hadn't pan out. Anybody who tried to work hungry would attest that they weren't being productive. The older blonde had already developed an appetite, so just after a few days Wesker had given up and ordered her not-assistant to make healthy, large meals. That worked... so far. Once the tube gave a positive result, Alex took a fork in hand but didn't start eating. Rachel began moving towards the door, trying her hardest not to show any satisfaction. The dietary food clearly didn't agree with her boss, used to 5-star cuisine and tasty but simple fare her newest underling had been providing her with. But that was only a cherry on the top. The thing was Wesker's body had grown accustomed to an overabundance of empty carbs, fats and sugar. Something, the older blonde was currently cut off from. Something, she desperately craved even as her stomach was filled to the brim with salads and steamed, low-fat meats. Sure, it wasn't cocaine addiction, but going cold turkey so suddenly wouldn't been easy. Then, considering the chemicals Rachel was adding to the meals, it may as well be one. Watching the bitch stuff herself near busting with leaves, only to still keep glancing, looking for some deep-fried meat was very rewarding. That and Alex, with her near narcotic hunger, and badly hidden disdain for her new bulk was ever more focused on "research" and whatever was atop the Tower. But the blonde was slipping, already Rachel collected a few nuggets of data that had been unaccessible just two months ago. "Appleman" Oh, how Rachel hated that dry tone. "Yes, ma'am?" asked the taller woman as she turned back. Greens were untouched and cutlery back at the table. Alex was staring intensely into space. "What did you have for dinner today?" Rachel such inconspicuous questions even more. "I didn't. I'll be making cutlets with baked potatoes and Caesar salad" Wesker grimaced ever so slightly and remained silent for several seconds before lifting the platter with low-carb fare. "Very well. Finish making dinner and bring it to me. This is yours" Despite the confusion, the handywoman took the platter back to the kitchen and began making the finishing touches to what was supposed to be her dinner. Not half an hour later Rachel witnessed her boss inhaling generous portions of meat and potatoes in an almost unlady-like manner. In fervour, Alex finishes even salad, albeit with no enthusiasm. Rachel was tense as Alex wiped her mouth and glanced at her. "... should I start adding more meat to the servings?" The older woman tossed away a napkin before glaring at her underling. "No, it's pointless. Return to the original menu, but increase portions. I need to be able to work... this body will be a useless husk soon enough" Rachel barely heard the last part, but Alex dismissed her without adding anything. The blonde felt a headache coming as she prepared something to eat. The next day Alex abounded any diet whatsoever, stuffing herself sull with subsequently with crepes, steak and fries, toasts plus snacks between, without any hesitation despite visible disgust. The next days weren't any different. Rachel didn't comprehend what was happening. Sure, she had been expecting Wesker to start breaking her diet, but not abandoned it so fast, so suddenly. Her boss was probably the most narcissistic person she had ever met, It was incomprehensible that perfect Alex would willingly let herself go. But it was happening. The older blonde was starting to go daily through enough food to feed a small family. Obviously, everything with premium ingredients and Rachel's special seasoning. It just doesn't make sense thought the taller woman as she watched her boss stuff her face with spaghetti. She clings to her life like a leech, I'm sure this entire madness is for her sole benefit! Even if this bitch accepted that she can drop dead the next day, why she would act like this?! Rachel shook her head and began collecting dishes. She glanced to the side. Just two weeks after the diet new pounds began accumulating on the smaller frame. Right now most noticeable was the pale, stuffed gut positioned between two soft thighs and barely contained by the shirt's strained buttons. Rachel closed her eyes. She had other things to focus on than admiring her handiwork or trying to comprehend the megalomaniac's mind. *** Rachel tried her best to remain calm as she carried a large plate filled with roasted chicken wings and potato strips with gravy. The plate was likely intended for la arge pizza as it fit enough non-flat food for five people. She took a calming breath before going through the automatic door. Wesker glanced at her underling as a massive mass of food landed near her. "Eat as much as you want ma'am. I'll finish leftovers" The bitch gave a small, condescending smile before nodding. "Well, that is a solution. In the meantime, I informed you about an issue with my terminal, do solve it" "Of course, ma'am" Alex focused on the food and Rachel turned to the advanced computer. She swallowed as she inspected the system - Alex hadn't logged out. The blonde glanced at her boss. The entire dinner was tailored towards Alex's cravings. Potatoes could be eaten with cutlery, but chicken? As many pieces as there were, they were just small and bony to make them far more accessible with hands. The shorter woman was currently engrossed, holding a piece of chicken and hungrily ripping meet with her straight, pearly white teeth. Good As casually as she could, Rachel inserted a concealed falshdrive into the hidden slot. She hated to admit that but Wesker was objectively smarter than her. However, computers weren't her strongest point, at least in terms in maintenance and programming. Plus she regarded Rachel as useful, but otherwise not overly capable or charismatic. Creating an untraceable, false bug on the admin account hadn't been easy. The download and upload were going far faster than on any equipment Rachel had operated previously, but the amount of data and unpacking was making the progress far too long for her tastes. She glanced to the side but sounds and reflections in the glass affirmed that the meal was still in progress. After what felt like eternity data transfers were done. Rachel quickly browsed systems to check if spyware was hidden and running. Finally, she removed the bug and unplugged the flashdrive. The blonde calmed herself as best she could before turning to her boss "Ma'am, I found... holy shit" Luckily Rachel managed to keep the last part hushed. Her reaction wasn't unwarranted, the entire operation hadn't taken 10 minutes. During this time Alex managed to inhale most of the poultry and potato mountains. She managed to maintain a minimum of composure - salt, fat and gravy were only on her lips and fingertips. Otherwise, the older woman appeared almost in a trance focused on ripping meat and showing potatoes down her throat. Her legs were outspread, between them a visibly distended gut trying its hardest to rip off buttons and burst through the expensive shirt. Rachel had thought Wesker would half of the enormous meal, maybe a bit more. It was an experiment. The Islan's overlord was going strong, dead set on devouring everything before her, despite the discomfort she had to be in. The handywoman blinked several times, unsure what to do. Finally, she poured a glass of sugary juice for her boss and stood dutifully near the table, doing her best not to stare. Fortunately, the awkward wait wasn't long. Soon, only bones and droplets of gravy remained on the plate. The strangely serene, hollow expression began to shift into a grimace as Alex snapped back to reality. With disdain and discomfort, she looked at the empty plate, her lower body and wiped herself clean. "Appleman did you *urp*" Rachel did her best to stare into a wall when Wesker frowned and took a sip of juice. "I found a conflict between two high-priority programs after the latest update. It should be fine now" "Good. Clean and leave me" The younger woman did that, trying to hide any excitement. She would finally get some answers... "What in the EVER LOVING FUCK?!" So... the fuckton of equipment in the tower could be used to copy a person's entire consciousness and then download it into another person. Rachel had a deja vu as she felt like she walked from one twilling zone to the second one. The worst thing was how, in a twisted sort of way, it made sense. Wesker didn't care much how fat she was getting, because as soon as she had a finished virus and had a fearless host there would be Alex 2.0. ... but it changed nothing at the moment. Although...? Rachel, a bit tipsy, was grinning madly as she planted various articles about the psychological aspects of overeating and obesity. How about this you hog? *** Chew Rachel wasn't happy. Mlask Well, she hadn't been happy for over a year, but the blonde supposed she should be at least satisfied. Urp With Wesker focused on work and distraught, Rachel had managed to accomplish quite a lot. Gulp Locals were becoming increasingly aware that something was wrong. More - a group of about 50 people off the island, tracks covered. Several mercenaries had taken the fall, becoming test subjects. Uhm Oh right... Rachel had all but condemned a group of men to their deaths... no something worse than deaths. Wesker was many things but not wasteful. Speaking of... The handywoman focused on reality, unsure what was worse, and focused on Alex, who was stuffing another portion of cheese, ground meat and pasta into her mouth. It was hard to believe that not a year ago she had a bee's waist. She had passed the point where her above-average height, favourable adipose distribution or any amount of tailoring would hide it. Alex Wesker was fat. Though it was incorrect, Alex had been fat for some time now. No the blonde bitch was truly obese and there was no hiding that. UUrrrrpppp There was finality in barely hid burp. On the table were two large platters almost licked clear, save for bones and smugs of grease. Alex was wiping her face, now far softer than a year ago. There was a second chin in its infancy and no sight of sharp cheekbones. "Ma'am, will that be all?" asked the younger woman as she collected dishes. "No" Alex stood up, the expensive armchair groaned slightly, a bathrobe flowing as she did. There was only so much Rachel could do with old clothes and new garments had yet to arrive, good thing Wesker wasn't so fussy about lingerie. Otherwise finding something for two melon-sized breasts would be hard. There was no more soft pouch, instead, the older blonde had a spherical gut that already hung an inch down over her panties and visibly protruded between bathrobe folds with well-developed handles at the sides. Now it was even harder to ignore as the pale organ was inflated with several platers of food. Wesker didn't look at her but kept watching screens with a small, satisfied smile. "I'll need to freshen up, but I expect some of that delightful chocolate and a bottle of wine, a good one when I come back. It's time to celebrate" Sshhhhuuurrrree Wesker, on the other hand, was in magnificent mood, so much so she was ignoring her inflating frame, not an easy feat. This was another reason Rachel wasn't too happy. The development of the t-Phobos virus came to an end. The prison would continue experiments, only in search of viable hosts. Laboratories inside the mine to something called Uroboros. Plus that new lab under the tower Alex had commissioned a new smaller lab for some pet project. Even with cracks's in Wesker authority and Rachel's growing capabilities, there was nothing to be done to halt current operations. Rachel glanced from her work at her boss's back. Alex's ass was no longer much wider than her sides, but even from several meters away, the handywoman could see the bathrobe's slope shaped by two near beachball-sized asscheeks. Rachel sometimes felt pangs of guilt. Using chemicals, a dash of psychology she manipulated a beautiful woman into doubling her weight. Then came memories of cruelties that would make Auschwitz's makers shudder in horror and any remorse was gone. Small doses of anaesthetics to dull pain were a bull's eye. Perhaps I can increase stimulants a bit and figure out how to increase the stomach's elasticity? Let's see how you'll sing pinned to the bed Wesker.

Hello again! Am I the only one to feel that there's a substantial lack of Resident Evil WG fanfic? bigboy1992 certainly did, more so he provided me with motivation and zn idea. Behold an alternative version of Alex Wesker's fall! Ok, I'm fairly happy with it so far, but fair warning - don't expect horror. As much as I would like to, I have no idea how to even start. As always constructive criticism and ideas are welcome **************************************** Prologue Rachel Appleman didn't know what was worse. The unease, that she felt sitting alone in a room that screamed "interrogation!" or the throbbing in her temples from reading the convoluted contract. She was leaning toward a headache, which was only growing as she was going through lines on the complicated document, whose content was raising red flags. Why am I still here? Was this because Rachel managed to, barely, pass a series of strange, varying tests? Because it was one of very few, in dozens, of companies to reply to her resume? Because despite worrying terms and murky scope of duties they were offering a one fat paycheck? Rachel sighed and rubbed her temples, before writing her signature on the paper. *** Rachel was sweating and trying her hardest to swallow the ball of anxiety in her throat. It was again in this same nondescript office building, in a large office whose decorator had clearly been a fan of minimalism and eye-burning, hospital white. She was sitting on one of two white chairs, before a large white desk, waiting for "Mrs Wesker", who was supposed to be her superior. The official suit the new hire was wearing wasn't helping matters. After several long minutes full of anxiety Rachel heard the door opening. Well, shit thought Rachel as she stood up, turned and saw her new boss. If there was somebody who had trouble imagining how a perfect, blueblood businesswoman would look, don't fear. Behold Mrs Weasker. "Hello, ma'am. I'm..." "Rachel Appleman, I know. Sit" interrupted the Aryan businesswoman, simply passing her new hire, then positioning herself in a far bigger and more comfortable chair on the other side of the desk. Charming "I shall be brief Miss Appleman. You possess a proper diploma only in applied chemistry and even then your qualifications are mediocre, at best. Your attempts at branching out into other fields were as chaotic as underwhelming. Nonetheless, our tests proved that you meet the bare minimum to be useful" The blonde's tone was both rich and dry as paper at the same time. Rachel focused on this curiosity as she tried her best to keep her emotions in check. "... I understand Mrs Wesker. Excuse me, but what exactly will be my duties? So far detail have been... sparse" The younger woman hoped her voice didn't waver. The gaze of blue eyes that seemed to look through her was more than uncomfortable. "I doubt you understand. Suffice it to say I'll need menial assistance, that'll require a bit more sophisticated knowledge. At this point, further explanations would be a waste of my time. In this folder, you find how you should prepare. You shall be at the specified address at 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow, where you'll be given quarters and introduced to your duties" Rachel, doing her best to snuffle any nervous ticks, took a file with a set of thickly written, A4 sheets inside. She felt another migraine incoming. "That's all" The older woman's tone was final. Rachell took her bag and file, said polite goodbyes and received no answer then headed to exit. The angry monologue at home was cathartic but didn't make up for the headache and subsequently lack of sleep over various books. *** Rachel had found the job ad that had landed her in the current situation. It spoke about a need for specialists with practical abilities in various fields from chemistry, through biology and engineering to programming. So, in theory, Rachel was a perfect candidate, what she was lacking after partially finished studies and online courses, the young woman made up with experience from her previous jobs... which "let her go". The advert didn't say anything about being a janitor and a maid, at once. Well, this wasn't exactly fair. A lion's share of her duties was preparing the laboratory, and cleaning in the aftermath. Let it be said that Alex(yes she finally learned Mrs Wesker's name) was working with some serious stuff. Rachel didn't know what exactly was being done as she didn't assist in the lab and her boss remained silent about this, but labels on some stuff alone were enough for her to follow complicated procedures religiously. Plus there was occasional equipment maintenance and IT. All equipment and software was ridiculously expensive, advanced, often custom-made and complicated. Familiarizing with all this would be hard enough normally. Doing so while meeting Wesker's expectations was gruelling, and cost a lot of health, sleep and nerves. But all of this fitted the job's initial premise. Cooking, doing laundry and many other menial tasks around Mrs Too-perfect-to-emty-trash certainly weren't in the advert. However, the terms in her contract were phrased so she couldn't refuse. Even if they weren't, Rachel doubted she could resist the reptilian cold gaze of her boss. "It's not that bad" the younger reassured herself as she sank in steaming hot bath. Yes, the job was hard, demanding, time-consuming, and nerve-wracking and Mrs Wesker wasn't exactly a fan of positive reinforcement. But after a month, the new hire managed to develop some sort of routine and Alex, despite several remarks, dry complaints and otherwise treating her like an air, betrayed no intentions to fire her. Which was a good thing considering the warm feeling Rachel had gotten seeing the first salary on her account. Despite herself, she emerged from the bath, droplets of water landing on the marble floor as a fluffy towel was drying a pale body. Ahh... The luxurious house that they were staying in was certainly an advantage. Rachel didn't remember living in a big and comfortable room. Then again, she was sure she got it only because there were no bad rooms in there. The inability to invite anybody or even share the current location was souring this a bit, but the freshly minted handywoman had never been a social butterfly. She intended to use great utilities to the full, especially as Alex's half comment suggested they were going to relocate to a less lavish environment. Thinking of Alex soured her mood a bit. Despite being old enough to be her mother, her boss looked like a supermodel. Sure, Rachel supposed she had all the correct curves in the proper places, but nothing to write about and her overall proportions were too off. With her broad shoulders and solid legs, she was mistaken for a male too often for her liking. A small pouch on her stomach was doing her no favours either. Compare it with Alex who had figure(and lingerie) so striking she could go on the top walkway at any second. The new hire did like her face, but she could do only with dark eyes inherited from not-so-distant Jewish ancestors, without her ** nose. Like her boss she was blonde, but instead of silky smooth, platinum locks, Rachel had an unruly mop in the shade of ripe grain. Her only advantage over her boss was her noticeably larger height. The younger blonde sighed as she wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe. Do you need to be an ice queen to be a refined, blonde bombshell or is it the other way around? She would have to try once the contract was over. *** Rachel was almost smiling as she put a plater with steaming crape rolls spinach on the table neat Mrs Wesker. Providing food for her boss proved to be less trouble than the taller blonde had thought. If it wasn't looking too "plebian" Alex ate it without a sound. Rachel didn't know whether her boss had a dead palette or just liked her cooking. She had no intention of testing it and kept making foods that ought to be good. So those cooking lessons did come in handy after all noted Rachell as she cut part of the roll. There was, however, one particular thing Mrs Wesker demanded of all her meals. The handywoman put a piece of food in the opening at the end of this, several centimetres long tube with several translucent segments and shook it. After a few seconds, the translucent segments gained various colours. Rachel checked the pattern and, satisfied, put the tube next to the plate. Alex put the papers away and took the plate. Rachel turned around, her boss had made clear to get out of her way if she wasn't needed. "Appleman, prepare my luggage according to the primary plan. We're leaving the premises at 6.30 a.m" With no further explanations, Alex began cutting crepes. Her underling, through monumental effort managed to keep quiet despite various, multilingual profanities that tried to push through. No, bad Rachel. You can't shout at your boss. Especially on your potentially terminally ill boss. Yes, she had noticed Alex'es occasional lightheadedness and strange, dry coughing. Rachel had noticed the battery of medicines and syringes, those clearly for personal use and the cold rage Mrs Wesker had in her eyes looking at them. The taller blonde understood that her boss was going through something rough, but it was ridiculous. Sure, technically they weren't going to take that many things, even counting basic necessities. But Rachel remembered what was in Alex's plan. The items in question firmly qualified as biohazard/extremely fragile. Securing them, to be safely moved outside a controlled environment, alone would be a pain. Doing so in less than 12 hours was going to be nerve-wracking and torturous. "I can forget about a good night's sleep" *** "What... the... fuck?" Rachel was trying very hard to unpack her things... and what she had seen that day. Apparently, Alex, for all intents and purposes, owned an entire iland. Not just a sandy blip on Caribbean, but a rocky landmass full of post soviet infrastructure... with an entire post-soviet community. Okay... this wasn't usual. But Alex seemed to invest in the island and locals loved her for that. Rachel had seen freshly renovated infrastructure and just re-opened mines and small factories. Which... more power to her, Rachel was honestly positively surprised by how her boss was spending her money. The viral laboratory hidden within a closed portion of the mine was too villain-ish for her tastes, as parts of it looked like a mansion, but localization was good for preventing any outbreak. The shoddy prison, which locals seemed to have no knowledge about... questionable parts of equipment raised several red flags. No, there are more red flags here than when Stalin was around. Rachel looked around, her new bedroom wasn't as luxurious as the previous, but it had everything necessary to be comfortable. "It could use window thought... but now I can say I live like a princess" murmured the blonde as she rubbed her aching eyes. The place she and Alex were staying was bizarre, a repurposed monument of soviet might, its interior filled to the brim with technology so advanced the new hire's sleepless mind was starting to suspect Aliens. "Here you are" Rachel reached and took a can of expensive beer from the low cupboard. She needed to fall asleep and with all the thought swirling in her mind, it was just a right cure. As the blonde sipped on brown alcohol, she inspected the kitchen. Just like her bedroom and a few other rooms, it connected to a small hallway, which led to the main staircase through a door disguised as wall panels. Rather than wonder about this particular design choice, Rachel opted to take a long sip from the can. The beer was nice but not that different from her personal, cheaper favourite. Still, one good thing came from this. Mrs Wesker was certainly in better spirits, relaxing some of her frosty exterior. Whether this was genuine or not, the form of social engineering was up for debater. In any case, Rechel's coworkers were all but eating from the aristocratic hand. The can landed in the trash and the blonde made her way to bed, beer and exhaustion were already making her eyelids heavy as iron. Hmm... I'm sure everything will start making sense in the morning. *** It didn't, but a quickly established routine helped soothe Rachel's nerves. Strangely enough, her workload decreased for now. Alex was busy overseeing the island and doing something in the machine at the very top of the tower, which left little time to work in a small laboratory they had in the tower. That left the taller blonde with household and maintenance duties. Once she was sent to deliver something to an underground laboratory. Of course, the new hire had to go through a special underground passage. However, the entire situation was giving Rachel bad vibes. Her boss seemed to have cameras everywhere, even in forests and the prison. A few times Rachel saw glimpses of inmates. They didn't look good... but it was a prison, surely even if Alex had some sort of influence over it, she couldn't be responsible for it. Right? In any case, Rachel opted to stay out of the observatory, she liked her privacy and had no desire to be a voyeur. Instead, the blonde was spending her free time learning Russian and going through technical manuals of the available equipment. The first one was going hard, but Rachel wanted to make sure she could communicate with the locals. The manuals... her head was throbbing from the intricacies of devices and systems inside the tower. Why would Alex need all of this? "Maybe it's one of the rich people's eccentricities you read about?" Rachel murmured as she carried the tray with dinner to the observatory. Her boss had ignored her pleas about taking breaks for meals. At least she's more friendly lately "Mrs Weasker, I brought dinn..." All words died in her throat as she screens. It took her mind a few seconds to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. There was a man on the table, he looked terrible. His clothes were a thorn, shin was full of bruises and dried blood. His leg... it was being cut. Not amputated with the proper tool, no. Just above the knee, a wood saw was moving back and forth, trying to sever its victim's bone. That display of gore should have been the worst, but it wasn't. No, the worst was his face. Eyes that seemed ready to pop out of his skull, jaw opened too wide than should be natural... No, Rachel couldn't fully grasp, let alone describe the mask of horror that was that man's face. Then something happened, the man started twitching, or rather his skin was. Dark veins began spreading as bruises disappeared, eyes whitened in the likeness of a corpse, yet remained frighteningly alive. Rachel watched as the frightened, suffering man changed into something that had his shape but wasn't him. The creature had an expression full of madness and rage, devoid of any sentient thought. Suddenly the image disappeared, replaced by some files and graphs. "Mrs Aplleman, do you intend to stand there? I'm waiting long enough as it is" The casualness of Alex's voice prompted the taller blonder to approach a small table and put down the tray. The sound of aluminium and grass meeting broke the spell. Rachell's wobbling legs gave up, she barely managed to support herself with arms. The images of the man's torture and transformation came crashing back. Contents of her stomach escaped. Once even bile was emptied, Rechel managed to move to the side, avoiding the sickening puddle. Her body kept quivering feverishly when she heard a voice. "I believe that's quite enough. Now clean dishes and your mess, it's unsightly" Rachell looked up at her boss, who had casually eaten dinner and was now looking through other video feeds. Some showed prison and... that thing. "That... that... what was that?" asked the younger woman as she tried to stand up. Her legs had a hard time, but supporting herself with the table helped. Alex merely gave her an unimpressed look. "Nothing that would affect you or your duties. Certainly, nothing you would understand" Suddenly Rachel's legs regained their footing as white-hot rage flooded her veins. "Understand?! Wesker, we just watched somebody being mutilated, what is here to understand..." Suddenly the taller woman realized she had a barrel of a gun, an actual gun pointing at her face. Rachel froze, she had never held a weapon, let alone been on its receiving end. She was terrified, but anger was still buzzing in her head. Enough to keep her fear to herself. "My, it would seem you do have some backbone after all" The bitch had the audacity to smile. "What you saw was a small, but integral component of humanity's new evolution. This specimen was more productive to humanity's progress today than if toiled in mines for rest of his life" Oh, she cuckoo "Keep in mind that you aren't that different. Your mediocre skills make you convenience at best, but a necessity" Rachel kept looking at the end of the barrel contemplating her choices and almost feeling dust from her grinding teeth. "I'll get the mop" muttered the taller blonde as she took a tray with dirty dishes. She almost tossed it to the ground as Alex smiled. "Clever girl. You may be just capable enough to remain here" The blueblood's commentary made Rachel seeth. Enough that she was done with all tasks and back in her room before she broke down with tears. *** The next three days felt like a fever dream to Reachel. She did her duties like always, Alex's demeanour remained unchanged, but the taller woman began to notice details that kept darkening the situation. So far the taller blonde assumed her boss was just a cold bitch, not a crazy bitch. So once the unfortunate new hire managed some of her bearings, Rachel did something she always avoided. She stuck her nose into not her business. The network on the island was closed, and only selected individuals had any access to the internet. However all terminals inside the tower had the same level of access, save some files that required password. Whatever it was overlooked or Alex didn't think much of it, Rachel had probably access to far more information than she should. It took her half an hour to locate the files that seemed most relevant. After ten minutes read, she was in the bathroom as her lunch flowed through her mouth. Torture, mutilation, human experimentation with mutagenic viruses. The picture of the situation wasn't dark, it was making a black hole look downright sunny. She almost felt her dear grandfather nod in approval as she grouped two shots of vodka and snacked on a bit of smoked bacon. It wasn't filling, but it did help to dig into what was happening. Supposedly they weren't researching bioweaponry, just a way to archive immortality. Rachel poured herself another shot, trying not to facepalm. She had done some research into mutagenic viruses, more out of morbid curiosity than anything else. The blonde knew that cells changed by them, the ones that survive, were far more robust than normal ones. She also knew what happened to the host as a whole. It would be hard not to hear about Raccoon City and Terragrigia. Her biological knowledge was limited to online courses and brief work in pharmacy. So she may lack certain knowledge, but trying to gain immortality using a monster-making disease WAS PRETTY FUCKING STUPID. Rachel grabbed the bottle but put her down. It was halfway empty. With a groan, she went to the bathroom. As water poured on her head, but thoughts kept spinning. What could she do? Overpower Alex? Pull a gum to her head and force her to let her go? Or Escape the island on her own? Sure doable... If she was a real-life action star or her last name was Wedrowycz. But Rachel was an antisocial woman with one diploma, several half-finished ones, a bunch of online courses and even more failed job prospects. She shook her head as she walked to her room. The blonde needed to dip deeper into the computer system and only then consider her options. Perhaps Wesker's authority could be undermined somehow? But how? *** Three days later, when a combination of lasagna, cake and juice made the testing tube show its usual, safe colours, Rachel felt a ping of vengeful satisfaction. Let's see how you'll like this, bitch

Does anybody have "Fit to Fat to fit" in good quality?

I belive It fits: https://www.deviantart.com/logitechk1/art/Adding-to-Amber-Part-one-801757608 Even if It isn't It, I highly recomed this story

A Fallout 4 fatfic, where Piper, Cait and Curie go looking for MC. They find her being force FED and fattened by female ghoul as a revenge. Pretty sure it was DeviantArt, but current(abmysal) search options aren't helping in confirming that

A loose sequel to Denying Mass, commissioned by the same, ingenious anonymous. Shepard and Tali roll in for a friendly visit. *** "Miss T'Soni, the commander's craft just entered the atmosphere. ETA: one hour" informed the blue, luminescent ball as it zipped through the office. "Thank you Glyph, is everything in order?" Liara asked, glancing from her console. "Yes, ma'am. The sealed, living chambers with a controlled environment are set. The tanks with custom, nutrient paste had been sterilized and sealed" confirmed the VI and Lara smiled. "That's good. I'm going to take a shower and head to the landing pad. Prepare fresh clothes and transportation for me. Also, make sure docking goes smoothly" ordered the blue beauty and Glyph obeyed. The asari turned around with the chair to look at the new city that was being built on the garden world. Despite a bit of bitterness, she was very glad at the visit, especially since Shepard and Tali valued their privacy so their calls were limited to audio. And even the Shadow Broker was no match for geth's cyber security. Although she had to wonder why the commander had asked for several hectolitres of high-grade, quarian nutrient paste with extra spices. While it was unusual order, she would be able to get it in most ports. There's no point overthinking it decided Liara, Shepard would explain anyway. She gestured to the humanoid bot, which approached her. With his help and supporting herself on the armrest, the information broker managed to lift herself. Still leaning on the automaton, she began making her way to her living quarters. Why would Liara need assistance in such a simple task as walking on a planet with gravity a tad smaller than on Thessia? Well... first of all, she wasn't walking, but waddling awkwardly. As for why... simple Liara T'Soni was morbidly obese. Even a comfortable muumuu did little to hide her swollen features. Her face was not round and almost twice as wide, supported by a nearly non-existent neck. T'Soni's genes made sure a large percentage of lard had gone to her breast, each roughly size of a middle-sized, stuffed to the brim, camping bag. They rested atop the juicy upper fold of her breast, which was thick as large tires of ancient Earhly automobiles. The second, larger fold was changing past her knees and could easily compete with Mako's tires in terms of width. Hmm... then again it was hard talking about knees as those had been swallowed by krogan's waist-sized barrels of blubber that were her thighs and those were connected to just slightly thinner calves. The asari upper limbs weren't small by any means, her upper arms might have been flatter but were as large as her waist once was and were followed by forearms that could pass for thighs finished by rounded hands and sausages of fingers. Ah... let's not forget about her bottom, comparatively small, and composed of two nearly yoga ball-sized cheeks. How had once nimble scientists transformed into a barely mobile blob? Enough said it had begun once Liara learned of Shepard's... "preferences" *** The Shadow Broker was walking toward the lowering ramp alone. While she felt no shame in using mobility aids, the doctor wanted to present herself the best she could. The doctor couldn't deny the genuine joy when a familiar redhead reached her with a smile. "Hey Liara, you're looking better than ever" Shepard welcomed her and the asari chuckled loudly. "It's good to see you as well, Shepard" When the former spectre embraced her Liara felt better than she had been in months... and the feeling of the muscular woman sinking into her far was most... rewarding. "But where's Tali? She was supposed to come with you?" the doctor asked once the ginger head resurfaced from her bosom. "What are you talking about? She's right here, but I suppose she changed a bit since you last saw her" Liara's forehead furrowed slightly. Why was Shepard pointing to this pile of cargo covered in... purple... "By the Goddess" whispered suddenly pale asari. "She really is something, isn't she" confirmed the human with a wide grin. At first, Liara paid no mind to what she had assumed was a large, hovering platform with cargo covered by a tarpaulin. But then she recognized the colour and pattern, finally - the helmet. As the design, the "bucked" was clearly quarian, but over twice as wide as a normal one, with nothing between it and the rest of the object. Right underneath the helmet sprouted four large lumps, which were roughly oval and laid horizontally on the main mass. Two larger ones, on the front, were about the size of the biggest travelling bags and about a similar shape, if a bit flattered. The remaining ones were on the sides, just a little smaller, but even flatter. Upon closer inspection, they were continued by connected to two thick, misshapen, cylinders - but that was all Liara could ascertain. However, all of this paled in comparison to... the thing that made up most of the cargo and connected all of those - a roughly spherical, soft blob that stretched about so far a human or asari could lay next to it and not reach as far. Liara couldn't think of a bed that could hold this soft mountain, which by itself was as wide as average elcor was long. The smart fabric clung tightly and smoothly to it, hiding finer details, but the asari could swear that even now she could see as it rippled, but not like a water balloon, rather like gelatine. Soon, she noticed this on the entire surface. Then there was something sticking from underneath the mountainous blob, which was resembling two, partially melted, circular containers stacked atop each other - both short and wide. The upper(?) one was wider than elcor's torso, the second one a bit thinner. Their ends were disappearing again under fabric-covered cargo. The asari, at her current position, couldn't say if the second set was on the other side, but she suspected so. The cart was approaching, but Liara had a hard time understanding what she saw, let alone describing, than at the beginning. Even more so, the fat asari suspected what... who was on the hovering platform, but even though Shepard had confirmed it - her mind, that little part of it called "common sense", refused to accept it. "Hey, Liara... It's good to see you" the jiggling cargo spoke slowly in an unmistakable voice and one of the upper limbs wiggled... waved(?) as the platform approached close to them. The tone was deeper and artificially enhanced but Liara would never mistake the owner. "You too Tali, I hope the travel went well" Liara replied, forcing smile on her face and shock to the depths of her mind, with willpower that would make Justicar jealous. "Good, the new ship is a marvel. It's not as big as Normandy, but..." Whatever the quarian(?) wanted to say was interrupted by thunderous rumbling. If not for the visible rippling of the flesh underneath the fabric the asari would assume it was an earthquake. Shepard laughed and with a swift motion fell back into soft flesh, watching her sink into her doughty body was surreal. Tali despite the suit and immobility managed to look embarrassed. "Forgive her. We had to skip lunch because of landing and that's the result" explained the human cheerfully as she bounced on the surface of a car-sized belly. "The drive isn't exactly short, but smooth. If it's just nutrient paste I think there will be no problem" said Liara with a smile, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and most earnest compassion. It was also the first time in a very long time she felt... small... perhaps even thin. "If it's not much of a bother..." mumbled Tali not looking at her host. It was clear she wasn't to interrupt the reunion.. but her hunger was getting the better of her. "It's not. Please, let's go" replied Liara honestly and began waddling toward transport. She also wanted to continue inside it, her legs were killing her. They arrived next to the vehicle(Liara had wondered why Shepard would need such a large travelling space) and loaded Tali in... That realization bogged the doctor's mind. During this operation, she had the opportunity to inspect her frine from every direction, and the barrels on the side were indeed her legs(or had been) and Tali's bottom was appropriately large compared to the rest - with each cheek being much larger than entire volus that were part of the shelf that would make a comfortable bed for a turain. The commander introduced the obese asari to two geth attendants who assisted the mountainous engineer. When Liara landed her own ** rump on the seat, she began to earnestly converse with the ginger woman. Words were flowing freely and it was an honest pleasure to talk honestly with somebody, especially a dear friend. But from the corner of her eye, she was watching Tali - the geth used a folded ramp to reach the helmet and connection the induction **. It was as thick as a power cable and led to a large barrel, which the doctor had assumed was fuel. Soon the creamy substance ruched there to Tali's mouth so quickly, Liara was surprised she wasn't **. Instead, the limps of fat that were her arms moved in motion that resembled belly rub - or rather love handles rub if she had those. And as absorbed the lighter non-human was in conversation with Shepard, she couldn't help but feel a cold sweat on her back, as the level of the paste inside the large barrel was lowering at a horrifyingly fast pace. Suddenly, Liara thought that the truckload of the quarian food she had ordered may not be enough even for a few days. And now she felt really small. *** After the initial meeting, Liara left the pair to settle in their (radically big, hangar-like) quarters. Now, she was waddling through the airlock to visit them, it was fortunate that they were railing almost everywhere in the building. As the obese asari crossed the second door she was greeted by very warm and humid air and a tingle of ionization. Liara passed the short hallway and almost had a second heart attack that bay. Inside a large room was Tali... naked. The enormous blob of purple flesh was bare save what was covered by its own blubber and a few strips of fabric hanging from miniature cranes. Those served to lift some of the mass, mostly the monstrous gut and support the arms. Liara moved her eyes away, despite the strong urge to ogle this living mountain of gluttony, but she had no desire to violate her friend's privacy. This was a mistake as her gaze fell on the fittest person present - Shepard, who was clothed... in a wet bikini and in the process of drying herself. Perhaps some people would be repulsed by scar tissue on the muscular frame, but not Liara... her imagination was coming up with images of several blue children and activities that would make her father swell with pride. With titanic effort, the doctor managed to move her eyes to the wall. "I apologize, I should have called" said Liara loudly and blush on her cheeks to two women who just noticed her presence. "No, no. Sorry, we should be better quests, but we needed to do some cleaning" replied the commander regretfully and rubbed her red locks. Despite the distraction, the blue beauty noticed a set of long brushes and similar devices. Normally she would assume those were old-fashioned cleaning tools... then again it wasn't wrong only those weren't for floors. "Please stay... I'm no xenobiologist, but I'm pretty sure we have... about the same bits. I don't mind" wheezed Tali, this time her voice lacking enhancement, but still lower and quieter. "Are you sure?" asked Liara, her eyes already dangerously close to a purple blob. The immobile quarian couldn't know that her reaction was largely motivated by fear of her own reaction. Sure, she had once seen Tali partially bare, but it was an emergency back on the original Normandy... and several hundred pounds ago. "Yes... I got used to being naked most of the time...*huff*... now I realize how it sounds" With this affirmation, the doctor's resistance crumbled and she looked at her friend. By the goddess She was hit with just how fat she was as if the suit was some mystical curtain. Tali wasn't a member of large species, no, she was a humanoid who had been fattened to be larger and heavier than any other known, sentient species. The quarian's humongous stomach was hard to describe, something akin to a ridiculously thick, smooth tongue of molten lava ending in a slightly deformed sphere with one single hole. As large as Liara was, she was fairly sure she could fit atop it(no, bad image, bad!!!). It did have love handles, large things with lower ones being as thick as elcor's waist and upper ones only about as large as Mako's tires. Atop it laid two enormous breasts. They were so large, their volume could be compared to a volus in the suit. Incredibly, despite gravity fattening them a bit and moving them to the sides of the gut, two monstrous ovals maintained quite a lot of their perky shape. Liara swallowed as she looked at two large, dark purple areolas adorned by two inviting nipples. At the moment it was partially lifted with a large strip of fabric held by a crane( a crane!), so the doctor could confirm that - yes indeed, those large oval shapes were Tali's legs and even without the suit they resembled barrels, or perhaps extremely thick tires(?), only interrupted by crevices where her knees were located. Liara felt a jolt of envy, the engineer's body seemed to be nearly completely smooth, while her own was dotted with (lovely) dimples and her legs resembled stacks of folds. Although... her own were somewhat movable, while Tali's... even if, by some miracle, the quarian had enough strength to lift lims, whose thigh made an elcor look thin, her legs had no chance of being close enough to even waddle. They were forced to remain at a wide angle due to their lard. Liara doubted that anything, save a near-full split would make scrumptious thighs stop touching. Meanwhile, the quarian's feet were curious things, they were a singular mass with no shape to speak of and no toes could be identified. Although the obese asari could see a few lines that likely had used to be cracks between them. Liara could only see them due to her grazing directly at a sole, the adipose of calves were covering them from the top, so if Tali did stand they would be fully under the blanket of fat. Tali's face... how it changed since its slender appearance not too long ago(a lifetime ago). Her cheeks were so inflated with fat that, the lower part of her head seemed twice as wide as the upper with her eyes barely managing to stay open from all adipose pressing on them. What was curious, was that Tali hadn't just lost her neck, instead, her head was partially absorbed by her plentiful torso and forced to remain in one position, with her hair just laying on her back fat. All that remained was a fold, s thick as Sherpard's forearm, squished in between, that probably had used to be a second chin. The least new observation could be made about quarian's arms. Of course, they had no noticeable wrists and her finger were astonishingly wide, but they did have some manoeuvrability... for now. "... finish, so please sit down" Liara blinked several times as the commander's voice snapped her from the cognitive trance. "Ah... yes thank you" the obese asari replied, doing her best not to show how much her mind had drifted and just realizing how much her legs screamed for relief. She sat on a water-proof couch that the doctor had ordered to put in every room, just in case. However, despite being fitted just for her to sit comfortably, the piece of furniture now appeared... small. Liara glanced at Shepard, the commander changed little, but for the better. Her body fully regained a hard and powerful stature, but more importantly the marks after implanting cloned tissues and further cybernetic implants had faded. It was good, Liara never cared, but looking as... patchworks couldn't be easy, even for Shepard. The ginger took some bottles from the bag and began to instruct two geth. "Sorry, I would hug you, but..." Tali said and it seemed that one of the bottom pillars of lard twitched. Even with all of her experience reading people Liara couldn't tell if her quest was joking or not. "Don't ever start again. You see what I have to deal with, Liara? She's always trying to make things harder for herself" commented Shepard as she approached the soft dome. "Oh?" Laira smiled, genuinely curious. "Look, who's... talking. Besides that's just not true" wheezed the quarian and her face cutely squinted, or rather squinted even more, with annoyance. The ex-spectre began pouring clear lotion on purple flesh. "Remember, that time you got back to Normandy, as the Admiral? When I caught you with Kal'Reegar?" *** Tali leaned on the wall and grabbed the railing with both hands. She made a mental note to send a gift to whoever had them installed. It was a good thing that the quarian had updated systems in her suit when she had been resizing it otherwise breathing would be harder than it already was. The obese quarian was starting to doubt that visiting the engineering deck had been such a good idea. It was such a good day, she was back on the Normandy! As an Admiral, even if in title only and back among her friends. And Shepard... It was pure joy to see her girlfriend again, even though after the official part she was almost pulled to the side to solve somebody else problems. But she had gotten a chance to catch up with others, especially Liara and Garrus. Their so... that is, Grunt was unfortunately now under Wrex's command and somewhere else. So Tali decided to visit her engineering and check that all of her work (or at least work directed by her, even months ago there was no way for her to fit into the ducts), wasn't messed up by the Alliance. However, on the way to the elevator, her adrenaline began to drop and she realised how tired she was, not to mention the long trek to lift. It shouldn't have reduced her to this panting mess, but... the engineer looked down at the two head-sized orbs and her stomach, which fully obscured her feet and quite a lot of floor. And the rest of her body wasn't far behind if the amount of wall her ass was touching could be any indication. By the time they had parted after the relay's explosion, Shepard's scale put her around 400 pounds, but now... How did she manage to send cargos full of food on the Flotilla while in custody? Tali suspected Liara but was in no position to complain. She was inhaling all of it to the poorly concealed astonishment of her crew and her auntie's concern. The elevator stopped. "Ahem... shall we go ma'am?" asked Kal'Reegar with an extended hand. Tali looked at him with gratitude. The marine was invaluable and had become something of her personal guard/advisor, even now seeing her trouble he literally supported her. If he wasn't a male and she hadn't met Shepard... "huff...Yes, thank you" replied the obese quatrain as she took the male's hand. Soon, hand in hand and with marine partially sunk in his Admiral, they went. It wasn't exactly comfortable or fast, but Tali doubted she would be able to make this tour alone, at a reasonable pace(although the marine wasn't exactly dissatisfied with his current position). With slow motion, her flesh shook, visibly even under the suit, and swayed side to side as if determined to make the journey even more tedious. The male quarian was doing his best to synchronise with the rhythm of the waddle, but even for him, supporting a jiggling pile of blubber twice his weight was challenging. They almost reached the door to the main room, when they opened it to reveal the commander. The ginger saw Tali and beamed, but after a second it dimmed a bit. Then she looked at the marine squished to her - the expression didn't change but her gaze shifted into one which spelt quick and gruesome demise. "Tali, what are you doing here? Hello Reegar, how are you" Shepard said cheerfully and approached the obese engineer before gently taking her arm. "I'm... just fine. commander" replied the marine as he slowly and carefully let go of a pudgy arm and stared to increase his distance. As if he was facing a rabid varren and not a human woman. "Admiral wanted to visit the engineering" "Is that so? Couldn't she just connect to the very nice remote engineering station that had been installed? One with microdrones, access to cameras and other systems?" asked the spectre with a raised eyebrow. Tali glared at her. "I have no idea what Alliance did to the systems, how it would look?" spat the engineering, but snuggled closer to the pale woman. Shepard smirked. "Hmm... how about we check it in my cabin. I still have those nice couched, also I managed to come by some seek and triple-filtred, turian brandy" Three precise strikes pierced through soft quarian's steadfast resolve. "Fine, but you're going to exactly explain the modifications Alliance made on my ship. You're not getting off easily" threatened Tali and allowed herself to be led back to the elevator, leaving the marine "Of course" the spectre agreed, unfazed and with a smirk on her face. "Actually, I have something for you" *** "Ah... It was when you got mobile command station" Liara guesses and reminded herself about the quarian rather explosive reaction. "It... Was... a mobility scooter" spat Tali with annoyance, reminding the asari of the human title... needlessly (Liara owned 3 similar ones). "I saw you zipping on it not a day later and you cannot deny it was useful for hauling your cute ass" Sheraprd countered with a smile and slapped loudly the mountainous gut, making it jiggle. Tali blushed and As the bottle was empty, the ex-spectre began to rub lotion in... Merciful goddess The commander didn't limit herself to just using her hands, no. She decided to use her entire body to spread oily substances. Liara watched as two shapely breasts, now covered in shining liquid, were rubbing on soft, purple flesh - up, down and sideways. Not to mention the rest of a very nice, muscular body on very nice, obese, quarian flesh. The suspicious sounds coming from the immobile engineer weren't helpful either. The fat asari gaped with open mouth for a few seconds, unsure if it was real or one of those rare, very pleasurable dreams... no. She had never imagined Tali that big... and she was always in between. "You... did say it was useful" the asari managed to utter, with herculean effort, hoping to focus on something other than all that glistering, jiggling flesh. Still flushed Tali huffed at the reminder, but she couldn't exactly dispute it. *** As vexing the gift was, Tali couldn't deny its usefulness and the advanced technology that had gone into it. She could oversee her subordinates and Normandy's technical status with no issue. Those were the sole reasons why the obese quarian was using the scooter, which had nothing to do with the fact the device could move her quickly, even through certain obstacles(like stairs), without lifting her massive rump from a very comfortable seat. Of course, it raised some eyebrows(a figurative and gross overstatement)... "Excuse me, Ambassador Zorah?" asked a turian voice with hesitation, interrupting her fiddling with the *ahem* mobile centre's controls. Tali looked up to see a turian in civilian grab with a look of uncertainty, hopefulness and half-hidden disgust. "Yes" confirmed the quarian as the vehicle began turning to the newcomer and her soft frame followed. "I'm Juter and I represent turian ambassady. I was informed that any... requests about your fleets are to be put forward to you" the turian introduced himself, managing to sound respectful. And in that very moment, Tali recognized the clerk and for a second thought about denying any request that might come from his mouth. She put that thought aside almost in a second. "Of course, but I was about to eat lunch. Do you mind?" He didn't, openly at least, and with growing annoyance watched as the obese quarian was inhaling other portions of sterile, turian cuisine(at his expense) while he tried to explain his plight. Ignoring him would be one thing, but putting him in the proper place - another. "Of course. We can have ships at the colony in 36 hours. Do you need medical support?" said the bloated engineer before patting her engorged gut. The clerk did a double-take, before answering. He even didn't take offence for ordering triple dessert, before leaving satisfied. "Ambassador?" called a familiar voice. A wave of nostalgia and a good, free meal made Tali forget the very comfortable insult and after a short walk(or in her case - drive) she began to reminiscence. "The difference is that you help when you can" Shepard praised her with a smile. "Fortunately, today you wouldn't need to do so much unnecessary running, would you?" she added before patting the taunt belly. A soft fist hit a pale arm. "You're ruining the moment" *** "Fine... it wasn't so bad" the quarian admitted begrudgingly. "It was a genius idea and it was a good thing you got it when you did. You were barely getting around already" Shepard said cheerfully, but her voice was a bit muffled as at the moment she was lying under the raised, mountainous belly, massaging lotion in its plentiful bottom as well as... nearby regions. Suffice to say, that Liara had a hard time focusing on the story or anything really outside the sight of the muscular woman under the pile of succulent lard. It was a good thing the fat doctor was on the edge of immobile quarian gaze and Shepard couldn't see past purple flesh, otherwise, they might have noticed her opened mouth, clenched hands... and other slightly embarrassing symptoms. "I still... walked just fine" Tali argued stubbornly. The commander chuckled "I wouldn't call waddling clinging to the nearest object or person- walking. Besides, later you were even less eager about it. Except maybe to the bed and back on the scooter" the human pointed out. The mountain of blubber jiggled, likely expressing its disapprova "And whose fault.. it is?" huffed the quarian angrily and her flesh quaked again. This time Shepard openly laughed and rolled on the floor to reach one of the lower limbs. She hugged it, but even being partially swallowed by fat, the commander was unable to close her gasp. "Please, I can't take all the credit. Not even the majority of it" purred the ex-spectre as she kneaded the fat. "Besides, I could hardly watch as those lovely legs were abused instead of serving as rightly as lard tanks. At least nowadays they can properly rest. Mostly at least. Liara, you wouldn't believe that stunt she pulled a few months ago" *** Tali flew... or rather floated, as her over thousand pounds of fat had been reduced to mere grams thanks to heavy-load, industrial, mass effect lift. It could perhaps be compared to swimming... but even if the air was any denser the obese limbs were unable to perform any useful motions. "Here we go" said Shepard as she closed the straps around her arms that would keep the purple blob in place. It had been several months since the quarian had accepted her immobility and the ex-spectre hadn't been idle. Tali herself had a hard time believing how much her body had swollen in that time. But as all notions of movement disappeared, her amazement with a tint of fear was fighting, and losing, with arousal. The ginger reached for one of the remaining belts when her omnitool flashed. "Hmm... it's Garrus and it doesn't look like a social call" said the commander and looked at the naked pile of flesh. "I take it to the office, ok? Worst case I'll switch to audio and connect to you" Tali nodded... well.. more like she wedged her chin into her torso. "Sure... but tell him I say hello and remind him that I expect nieces" replied floating quarian with a smile. Shepard laughed and exited the room. "Red... can you please lower me a bit to the ground? Just so my legs touch it?" requested the obese Admiral. "Of course creator Zorah. Is the washing procedure being cancelled?" one of two geths that were "living" with them answered as he began to lower the living blob of a woman. "No, I just want to... check something" Soon, the chub... fat feet touched the ground and after few centimetres later, Tali had lift stopped. "Now, start increasing decrease mass effect field, slowly" And so the gravity began to return for her. At first, she merely felt a light pressure on her feet that was growing marginally. However, it didn't take long for the sensation to be as intense in her thin (Pre-Shepard) days. "W...What's the gravity working on me?" Tali asked trying to adjust her footing. "Currently, at 9,97% of average Rannoch gravity and growing" The quarian felt a wave of shock, accompanied by an actual wave that went through her purple blubber - what she was lifting wasn't even a tenth of her actual weight. Although the engineer did feel certain suspicious, moist warmth beaten her legs... Yes... Tali failed to realize how much her thighs had swollen and how much it increased the minimal distance between her feet - making her stuck in a rather uncomfortable position. What's more, balancing her hefty body, especially her mountainous gut, was becoming increasingly difficult. Thankfully belts around her arm were helpful. The gravity was growing, and the load on her legs was slowly reaching the one from, months ago. But in her position, and with muscles even more weakened than ever before, Tali was struggling. "S...Stop" the obese quarian wheezed, she felt sweat forming on her body, belts digging in her flesh and her legs shaking... and jiggling. "Well.. that confirms... it" muttered the quarian. A percentage more and she wouldn't be able to stand, to do so at her actual weight... "Well, well... what do we have her" At this moment Tali began to sweat, and not from exertion. "A... little experiment...*huff*. How's Garrus?" wheezed the struggling blob as she watched the approaching Shepard, who sported a very stern expression. "Good... needed some intel about some old Alliance group" replied the woman and without any warning clicked something on her omnitool. The belts around Tali loosened, she yelped but didn't fall... until a strong push on her belly unbalanced her. The slap that resulted from her krogan-flattening ass falling on the floor was gigantic. For several seconds her blubber was kind a purple ocean during a storm. The immobile quarian barely managed to catch a breach and her body somewhat ceased to jiggle when she felt a much tinner frame sink into her flesh. "Tali... I love you and will also support you" started Shepard before cupping her round cheeks. "But... I cannot have you doing such pointless and possibly dangerous things. You allowed me to fatten you into an immobile pile of lard... and you won't get any lighter, not because I wouldn't allow it, but because you fucking love it... and because you have no self-control to speak of" Tali was... well she was about to be washed so little wetness under her blank of fat, wouldn’t be a problem. Shepard's rhythmical... motions were no help and the whale-like woman would need her help to scratch away the source of the problem. "That's why..." continued the ex-spectre, her expression morphing into an infernal smirk "... I'm going to more drastic steps to make my point" *** "... then she funnel-fed me for over a week... like a balloon" complained Tali with annoyance as the pale woman continued to lotion her in the most elaborate way possible. "Exactly. I had to make sure that your cute tummy was big enough so you won't even consider lifting your legs" responded the human smugly before loudly slapping the purple mountain, sending it into a rippling motion. "Are you seeing, with I have to deal with daily Liara?" moaned blushing Tali. "Yes, well... Shepard was always good with unorthodox solutions" Liara replied a little blandly and in a strange state of acceptance. That's it... that's the end of Shadow Broker and heiress of house T'Soni Asari can't climax... at least not like any other species and without meld. The doctor cursed that genetic deficiency, she was ready to commit manslaughter for a release. "Solution *ugh* more like..." but before Tali could finish and Liara's heart entered another state of palpitation, watching as pale, perky, breast rubbed into quarian's voluminous tit-flesh... the asari omnitool rang and in a jarring loud tone. "Excuse me" said Liara and glanced at the device. Never before, in her eventful, over-century-old life she had felt a such mix of genuine relief and crushing disappointment. "I'm sorry, but I got a crisis to solve. I'll call you, as soon as I'm done. I hope to show you the city, but don't wait on my account. Call Glyph should you need anything" informed Liara with disappointment. They said goodbyes, and with non-inconsiderable effort, the fat asari lifted her wide rump and waddled out of the room. "...why didn't you use brushes?" asked Tali after a few seconds of silence after a scrumptious, meaty, blue ass disappeared behind the door. The ex-spectre smiled saucily. "Well... we ought to remind Liara that the hermit lifestyle isn't all it's cracked up to be" The quarian, heavy enough to be carried only by industrial transport, so enveloped in lard only her fingers, eyes and lips could move, give her love a flat stare. "You're an evil woman, Sheapd"

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The second part of the commission for ingenious thewingman23. All things considered, I'm fairly satisfied with how it turned out. *** Chapter 2 "C'mon, you have ten more left" cheered Lara from her sunbed, before swallowing a chocolate chip cookie and washing it down with sweet tea. "How's that I'm the only one exercising?" Jonathan asked before doing another push-up, his body already glistening with sweat. "Because you could use some sculpting. Besides, what are you talking about? I'm busy building mass" replied the brunette with a smirk and devoured another cookie from the tray before slapping her ample stomach. Which now reached as far, or almost. as her bountiful breasts, which were now the size of proper watermelons, and hadn't been expanding solely forward, to say the least The tired blonde paused in a raised position and swallowed as he felt, again, as muscle altogether unrelated to exercise hardened. Having her tease him sitting on this clearly too small, wedging into her ample sides, sunbed would be bad enough. Her doing it, while wearing only lingerie after abandoning a tent-like bathrobe was even worse. "Eh... know my good heart. Two-minute plank and we wrap it up" Lara folded and Jonathan shifted in his position with relief. His girlfriend's workout routine for him wasn't unreasonable but was punishing. He didn't register the approaching creaking of the floor. "Of course, we're going to add some extra load" the blonde hear right above him, right before something very soft and very heavy landed on his bare back. Jonathan moaned in pain, it hadn't taken a lot of time for Lara's latest weight-in to become grossly out of date. The strain on his back and arms was terrible, but he couldn't fall, as a particular part of his anatomy resembled granite and the blonde preferred not to think what would happen to it if he fell with Lara on his back. It was the longest two minutes of his life, perhaps save for the time he had thought his girlfriend's bosom would have smothered him. But at the moment, he thought he was going to fail, the pressure momentarily increased... and disappeared. With relief Jonathan fell to his side, groaning. Again, it took him some time before he noticed the figure looming over him. The blonde looked up to see Lara bending, as far as she could, over him, her incredible bust lacking whar little clothing it had moments ago. "Perhaps some extra training or perhaps you really have nothing left?" asked a sultry voice as two enormous warheads swayed side to side. To his own surprise, and his girlfriend's approval, Jonathan managed to continue and performed quite admirably. *** Jonathan rubbed his eyes as he walked through Croft manor in the middle of the night. He had made a horrendous error of not supplying himself with a fresh bottle of water before sleep. So now he was walking to the kitchen to quench his thirst. His movement was somewhat cautious. Finding out that Lara was rich, had a big-ass manor and was some sort of real-life Indiana Jones still felt like dream, despite mountains of evidence. Jonathan approached the kitchen with a bit of melancholy as nowadays he rarely ventured there. Not long since they moved in Lara decided to hire a proper chief seeing as none of them had time or mind to cook in quantities they needed. The blonde still felt a bit guilty, especially as his girlfriend was paying the cook, but after watching what the mountains of gourmet foods with nightmarish calorie counts were doing to the brunette's body he remained siled on the topic. He heard some noises inside, but he had sneaking suspicions of the source, so the engineer went in without hesitation. Jonathan was right in his suspicions, but that hadn't prepared him for what he saw inside. Here stood Lara, illuminated only by pale light from the fridge. She was clothed in lingerie and a white shirt, that probably, at some point, was loose, but now clung quite tightly to her enormous, gravity-defying tits and, now noticeably farter sticking, a round apron of lard, whose bottom stuck from beneath the fabric, and well over her crotch. Lara's middle was almost twice as wide as his own, and Jonathan's was a well-build specimen. Even from his position, the blonde could see the curve of the impressive rump and the barely fit panties that almost dug into supple flesh. The child-bearing hips were equipped with a set of bountiful thighs as wide as her waist back when they first meet, but far softer and pleasing to touch. The brunette's once well-toned calves were now almost as large as his, now more than ever, ** biceps. Even her feet were chubby(he knew, he had checked, precisely). Lara was holding something, but in poor light, Jonathan's attention was focused on her arms. Her forearms had thickened considerably, almost to the width of her calves from months ago, but her upper arms were pure poetry - fat with beautiful, surprisingly firm, bingo wings that looked more like pillows. The archaeologist's face was no less magnificent, it had been quickly losing all sharpness of features. Now it was full and round with adorable, squeezable cheeks... not that Jonathan would do it, the last attempt almost ended in suffocation. What's more at this very moment, it had smears of, what the blonde assumed were, grease and crumbs. Probably from whatever she was holding in hand. Same with the top of her boob shelf... that shirt needed wash stat. *BBBUUUUUURRRRPPPP* a stream escaped shapely lips and the blonde, snapped out of the daze. "Can i... have some water?" the blonde asked cautiously as he fully entered the kitchen. Lara gestured toward the correct counter, then she put a fistful of cake into her mouth before taking an entire tray of it from the fridge. "*ohm* help yourself" the brunette responded before sitting on two chairs and began inhaling chocolate treats with bare, chubby hands. ".... everything's fine?" Jonathan asked with bottle in hand as he scanned the battlefield that was the table. The cake was only the latest and not the largest victim of his girlfriend. "Sure *munch* just some munchies *ohm*" replied the obese woman before stuffing almost a quarter of the cake into her maw. "... right," said the blonde as he slowly made his way to exit. He was torn - from one side he was genuinely tired and falling asleep on his leg. FROM THE OTHER SIDE... his girlfriend was in the middle of clearing the fridge as a midnight snack. But when Jonathan realized he was both ogling his obese goddess and dozing off leaning on the wall, he decided to get to bed. I wonder if Lara would mind setting cameras around the house? *** "You didn't need to tear yourself from work, I would find it" protested weakly Jopnatha as he walked through the "official" basement of the manor. "You would get lost, again. Besides don't tell me you aren't enjoying the view?" asked Lara saucily, but a bit short on breath, which in itself was doing things to her boyfriend. "Heh... guilty as charged" replied the blonde with a grin as his eyes had been glued to the swaying, wide posterior since the beginning of their walk. Well... he walked while Lara waddled. The sheer size of her thighs made any other movement impossible, which had been the case for some time now. The brunette was swelling by the day. Finally, they arrived before the old, wooden door. "Here we are. A bit of warning, some tools here are old enough to be in a museum" warned the archaeologist with a wink. This gesture on her fat face almost made her boyfriend melt. "I have nothing against fixing a shelf with a screwdriver bought from Romans" replied Jonathan with a smile, the brunette chuckled before opening the door and heading in. "Lara, wait a sec..." It was too late, what happened at that moment had both of them silent for several seconds. "Jonathan... am I stuck in the door," asked Lara as she felt something wedging into her sides and hips, unable to move forward. "It... seems so" confirmed the blonde as he inspected the old entrance, trying not to focus on the sticking, alluring boulders of lard. The opening was a tad smaller than modern doors, which made it noticeably smaller than most passages upstairs, albeit not a lot. He would fit in with no problem... but his girlfriend, with her humongous gut that weighed as much as her entire body had once, her unbelievable breast almost just as heavy, and her hips wide enough to support all of this... wasn't him. "I have nothing to grab, pull me back" commanded Lara still trying to escape confinement, which resulted merely in swaying adipose. Jonathan swallowed. "I would need to grab your bottom..." "Please! You've been waiting for an excuse to do just that the entire day. It's not your first time either so don't act like a prude now" The blonde had to acknowledge those points and he followed her instructions. The soft flesh was as hard to grab as it was distracting, even confined in thin sweatpants. However, as it was mentioned, he had quite a bit of practice and Lara managed to grab something. With considerable effort they manage to free the obese beauty... she landed her meaty ass on the floor with a dull thud, her boyfriend barely escaped the fate of pancake. "*urgh*... A little help?" asked Lara as she gave her hand to Jonathan and supported her with the second one. The blonde kept getting amazed at the softness of those digits. When the archaeologist stood once more, both were a bit red from exertion and Lara was even short on breath. The damages were examined - pants were fit for trash, shirt maybe salvageable and, most importantly, the brunette had only multiple scratches on her supple body. The braid swung and her body shook as Lara looked at herself, at her boyfriend and at the door, several times. "I think we ought to make a small detour to the bathroom," said, well... ordered really, Lara before licking her lips. Her blush was now only partially caused by the exercise. Jonathan followed dutifully as Liara quickly made her way upstairs. They weren't moving fast by any stretch, but enough to leave the brunette flushed and out of breath when they arrived before the scale. It wasn't the old, glass thing found in most households, as that one had been on its limit when Lara reached her first goal. In its place now was a larger, sturdy device in black. It groaned slightly when swollen feet stood on it and after a few seconds, an artificial female voice announced the verdict. "504.32 pounds" With a thoughtful expression grabbed the bottom of her meaty apron and lifted it several times as if gauging it. Then she moved her alms under her watermelons of breast and repeated that action. The brunette hadn't quite expected that, she didn't use the scale often and her body seemed to remain in the same shape for some time now. It just... grew, swelled with more fat as her belly grew outward in every direction, accompanied by her tits, as her legs widened and started to resemble thick folds stacked atop each other... all of it heavier... larger... making her less and less mobile by the day... Lara took a deep, calming breath and forced herself to stop folding her own flesh. She looked at her boyfriend who wasn't faring any better. thought fought bravely to maintain composure. "It's just me or we're getting quite good at it?" asked the brunette. "eeee...." Jonathan had a hard time comprehending anything because of the steam that clouded his mind. Besides what he was supposed to say? "Well you are eating several times more than me at every meal" "Our cook does make your meals rich enough to be at the table of top bodybuilders" "Perhaps because I almost daily funnel feed you shake full of weight-gain powder?" "When was the last time you weren't snacking... or did any exercise?" "Ahem... so what now?" he asked once his thought gained some coherence. Lara went to the sink and with some trouble, courtesy of her huge belly and breasts, began cleaning herself from dust. "Hmmm... for now we get you started on the cabinet. But before that go grab phone We ought to make some documentation. As for this..." Lara once again lifted her gut and placed the doughty mass on the counter near the sink. "... I think we may keep going... with me that large I'm likely to hit a plateau soon... although if you put enough effort into feeding me properly I just may get to 600 pounds... or maybe more... We do have a tendency to overshoot, don't we?" replied Lara with a tone that would make a devil tempter proud. Jonathan swallowed. "Do you want me to grab something from the kitchen along the way? *** Jonathan was quite sure he was in heaven. At this very moment, he was lying on a very large, and deep, couch, snuggling to the legs of the most beautiful and smart woman he knew(sorry mom), with his head pressing into her belly. This position could be a tad uncomfortable if not for the fact that the lovely thighs were just a tad shy of being as wide as his waist and her majestic gut could serve as a couch of its own. The blonde felt like he could stay there forever. However, nirvana was interrupted by low groans, which unfortunately hadn't originated in the greed gut. Jonathan forced himself to open his eyes and raise himself to look at his girlfriend, quite a lot so he could look pat mountainous tummy. Lara's face was the visage of an angel, it plainly shoved just how fat the beauty had gotten - wide and soft, with round cheeks and adorned by a second chin and connected to what little remained of her neck. For some reason, this divine visage was frowning. "Something happened?" the blonde asked as he sat. Lara looked at him, she had been half laying on the side, supported by several pillows, so her belly and breast could freely spill on the couch while she could use a laptop. "Nothing, really, just... there was an accident during a dig in North America, one kid dead and second grievously wounded" explained the archaeologist darkly. "Is there something more? It doesn't sound like you're just mourning them" the blonde questioned further. The obese woman sighed and took a sip from the cup full of sweet tea. "Yeaa... I did some digging. I cannot be certain, of course, but... as far as I can tell it's a type of dig I would cover" responded Lara, her voice having a tint of guilt. Jonathan bit his lip, he didn't claim to understand what his girlfriend did and saw in the past. What was in the basement had left him questioning reality for several weeks and that was supposed to be only a small taste. Plus he remembered her body when they first meet - through muscles and tendons like steel rods, all of this marred by scars. Jonathan had helped put this body under loads of lard, muscles likely evaporating to a minimum without exercises. Scars... those were still far too easy to find between folds of blubber He coughed. "So you're thinking about getting back out there... so I guess that means you're going to get back in shape" Jonathan rubbed his head. "... how I can help?" Lara looked at him intensely and raised one arm to him. The blonde helped her to sit properly, which wasn't as easy as it sounded. Jonathan worked very hard so his girlfriend wouldn't hit a plateau. "Would you really do it? Help me get thin again?" asked the obese woman looking into his very soul. Her sheer size would make anybody question if she was ever thin at all. Her body - a masterpiece, a monument to gluttony after being transformed from an image of athleticism. "Yes, of course I would" Lara pierced his very being with a cold stare... before laughing and kissing him tightly. ... that was unexpected. "That's sweet of you, but I have no intention of sacrificing this lovely blubber" responded the brunette with a smile once her boyfriend emerged from the embrace. "Really. Honey... I'm writing my third book and I got enough data for several more. Enough to last me a lifetime really... hell, more. I need to write about what I saw and heard, because often I was a single witness or because others would fuck it up. Otherwise, it may be lost forever" explained Lara solemnly before smiling again and slapping her gut. "Besides how do you image it? I'm probably over 600 pounds and eating for a family of five. Even if I were to exercise dutifully I doubt I would lose all of it. Not to mention it wouldn't shrink my stomach. Surgery? Sure I could go that road. But it would put me out of commission for several months if not years" She was slowly moving closer to Jonathan until all he saw was her chubby face. Although he clearly felt the warmth radiating from the supple flesh that enveloped him, especially his chest were two enormous breasts were pressing. "... more importantly I do love it... the size, weight, eating and pampering. I really do love growing fatter and gorging myself at every meal" Jonathan swallowed, suddenly feeling very hot and suspicious tightness in his trousers. "Speaking of which... could you swing by the kitchen? I'm craving some pizza" This time the blonde laughed. "But what about this... accident, I doubt you're going to just let it be" he asked again grabbing sausage-like fingers into his hand. "No... it's hardly the first case like this and won't be the last. Despite what some may think our world is far from fully explored or understood. I have an idea that I've been working on. I'll tell you more once I have something concrete, but if everything goes alright I'll be able to help without moving my fat-ass from the chair. Also..." Lara grabbed his arm firmly and looked at him with a smile. It was different than usual.... warmer. "Yes, I do. And I want a second cake just for myself" "Wha...?" the blonde was confused at this unrelated statement. What was that about? His girlfriend gave him a slightly mocking look. "Yes, I will marry you. And I want a second cake for our wedding. I'm a growing girl after all. Jonathan gaped, completely shocked. "How did you know..." "Jonathan, just because I can't go upstairs without losing my breath and waddle by the railing doesn't mean I'm any less observant. I noticed those rings weeks ago and you - squirming to find the right moment" explained Lara smugly. Jonathan was silent with his mouth wide open. "Unless you're having doubts or second thoughts?" asked Lara seriously, but without a hint of judgement. That finally snapped the potential groom to reality. "No, absolutely not. I... I just didn't know how... I never expected..." "So everything settled" interrupted the brunette with a grin. "You mister need to stop smiling stupidly and grab your hungry fiance some pizza. Then... we'll do the planning" said Liara before kissing Jonathan on the cheek. He rubbed his suddenly moist eyes and still grinning like an idiot sprinted to get pizza... and shake... maybe some cake. *** Several, busy months later wedding came to pass. It was a relatively modest affair, given a rather small number of guests, but happy nonetheless. Although my reaction to the bride was mixed, seeing as she was mostly unknown to the groom's extended family and that her white dress was large enough to serve as curtains(not to mention the age difference). Lara was doing her best to be nice, despite sore legs from all that standing, which managed to calm her new family somewhat. Though, many still grimaced as they saw her devour the entire cake on her lonesome. Still, the brunette ignored naysayers with no problem. The only thing bothering her was the abysmally small number of guests on her side... and perhaps the need to mind her manners. She didn't remember eating to be so bothersome. But after the festivities come what the pair was especially waiting for - the honeymoon, namely the tour around the globe. Although, they had no intention of sightseeing. Jonathan wasn't big on walking aimlessly and Lara, well... The day before they boarded the first, luxury ship, the scale had put her at 709 pounds, with breasts the size of award-winning watermelons and a round, smooth gut that could easily fit two adults inside. She still walked relatively easily, even without exercise she was moderately active, but the sheer thickness of her thighs made it hard. Plus her maximum mileage was pathetic. That's why the brunette preferred to put her ass, which lately demanded three chairs, on a comfortable mobility scooter. Lara felt no shame in using this, and other, aids, besides her arms, weighted down by her large, pillow-like, bingo wings, were getting tired as it is. And with no neck, to speak of, she had to be careful as moving her head was tricky. To be fair it was her humongous body was the main focus during their honeymoon. It was a culinary tour. They were visiting places all over the world and stuffing Lara to near bursting with exotic cuisine. Lara ate until she couldn't, filled the cracks with shakes or sweet drinks, slept it off and then repeat. With occasional breaks for sex or lazing around in the most beautiful locations... with snacks. Well... in a few places, they made visits to newly establishes bureaus of "Jones Fondation"... Jonathan felt so proud of that ridiculous name that Lara had no heat to deny him. The advantage is that such a blase name was rather inconspicuous for agenda that would help train and support people dealing with that problematic 0,5% of archaeological digs, whose history wasn't so dead. Those inspections were quite successful even if a bit uncomfortable as moving was becoming increasingly difficult for Lara. Still, those took only a minuscule fraction of time compared to what they spent turning the brunette into a landwhale. When months later they landed back in England it was clear the mobility scooter was no longer an option, but a necessity. When Jonathan managed to get over 800 pounds of lard that were his wife to reach their bedroom and she laid on a king-sized bed, taking almost the entire available space it become apparent that renovations to the manor were necessary as well. So after hiring some...hhmmm... help for Lara, her husband began to do just that. Meanwhile, the brunette kept on eating... and growing. *** "*ufff*... that's enough writing for now. Save it and I would like some of that caramel shake" said Lara with a tired sigh and shut down the folder. "No dinner yet?" asked the pretty young woman of African descent, who was sitting by the desk. She was one of two maids, who had been hired as personal attendants to the brunette. They had a wide plethora of duties, like helping their employer with academic work. Lara could still operate a computer mouse, but a keyboard... "No Anna, Jonathan should be back any moment, let's wait... if he isn't here soon, bring me some of that chicken cutlets. But could I could use a drink" the brunette confirmed with a smile. The black-skinned woman grabbed a two-lite pitcher and approached Lara's head. It wasn't exactly easy, her boss was an almost half-tone mountain of fat, that would overflow any king-sized bed. Fortunately, the brunette was sitting(?) on a custom-made couch. Her singular blob of a belly was so large that only her feet, resembling rather lumps of dough with deformed balls attached, were visible under and it was almost impossible for Lara to reach beyond it, in any direction. That's if she could really move her arms, as their upper parts were more akin to travelling bags in size and her forearms could compete with her husband's thighs in terms of width. The covered legs were even less functional, which couldn't be solely attributed to the gut that pinned them down. No, as her thighs were wider than her husband's (very nice) shoulders, so even if atrophied muscles had enough strength to move, they had no space to do so. To be frank, distinguishing sections of her legs was utterly pointless, as they were too fat to bend, so instead, they looked assortment of thick rolls, stacked atop each other, staring with massive under her wide hips, ending at just large ones, that were covering her feet. Of course, just after her belly, the archaeology's biggest feature was her breasts. Two enormous sacks of flesh, that could easily hold a grown man inside and still have some semblance of shape. Fortunately, for Anna, Lara's buttcheeks grew only to the size of multi-people beanbags. The maid positioned herself carefully and began pouring thick liquid into the seemingly bottomless maw of her boss. She had to be precise as the brunette's head was pretty much immobilized, a consequence of it slowly being absorbed by the obese torso. Not five minutes later the jug was empty. The black-skinned woman patted a tire-sized love handle. "Boss, no offensive but you're unreal" commented the former nurse. Lara glanced at her left hand. Around it was a necklace, aside from some sheets only thing on her body, it provided the wearer with perfect health at the cost of being able to make only a hundred steps a day before passing out. In her case, it was no drawback. "And you ought to act properly," said a third voice from the door. The second maid, pale skinned blonde with a stern expression and posture bowed, before the immobile goddess. "Pardon interruption, ma'am, but your husband has arrived. Shall I bring dinner?" "Give us ten minutes. Also, I'll take a bath afterwards...*uurrpp*" informed Lara with a smile. The pale woman blushed and nodded. "Of course. I'll have everything prepared" and with that left. The brunette loved to tease her, as much as of "proper" servant Elizabeth was... Lara was sure she wanted nothing else than to ride this fat gut. Not two minutes later her husband was already sinking into her warm lard. "Somebody's happy to be home" chuckled the brunette as she patted the blonde's back. "You have no idea, but let's not talk about it. What about that dig in India? Any news?" asked Jonathan, his voice a bit muffed by the fat he was pressing into. "Better than expected. One broken bone, a lot of bruising, but that's all and they got artefact. Not bad for a second job" replied his wife with barely concealed pride. Their "foundation" was developing... far better than they had expected. Needless to say, Lara was coordinating and helping a ** number of "adventurers" across the world. With minimal casualties, they were uncovering things most researchers wouldn't ever touch. Nothing as grand as her discoveries, but the scale and frequency were shocking the immobile beauty. "Good kids. On another note, I and Anna are making finishing touches on fourth..." started Lara and stopped when the door opened fully and her maid, with noticeable trouble, rolled in two carts bending under the weight of fattening cuisine. The brunette's mouth began watering, her monstrous belly began to quake from rumbling and her mind focused on a goal. The two mobile women, quickly went back, after all, a single course wouldn't be enough for her mistress. Meanwhile, Jonathan grabbed the first platter and began carefully scaling cascading folds of blubber. He was almost next to her when from the corner of her eyes Lara noticed a reflection of her face near celling... a disgustingly thin reflection. She grinned wickedly, although the effect was downplayed by her massive cheeks and fat chins. Her husband paused seeing it. "Dear, remember to tell girls to prepare more shakes. Today we'll try to beat my record after dinner" said the former archaeologist, now an immobile avatar of excess, before licking her lips and opening her mouth so widely, that one could think she had unhinged it. Jonathan blinked and responded with a smile, then he resumed their daily ritual of feeding his goddess to sate her ravenous hunger and make her blossom even more. Lara shivered in delight as she felt the first morsel pass her gullet. Even if it wasn't a way to enlightenment she was beyond happy living in a state of constant carnal ecstasy, with her body immobilized by her own useless flesh with her husband nurturing it by her side. But it wasn't the end, by any measure. Lara and Jonathan had a lot more ahead of them.

The first part of the commission for indigenous thewingman23. It's my first try at Tomb Raider and I had to use a lot of imagination because I'm all but unfamiliar with the original timeline. Hopefully, it's not too bad and you will enjoy it somewhat. Suggestions, comments and constructive criticism are most welcome. *** Chapter 1 Lara took a sip from her glass and felt and felt warmth spread across her body. The average liquor brand would have made her ancestor roll in their graves. But the adventurer saw no point to open good stuff for a casual day, especially for melancholy. The whole evening felt like that, even the ancient texts on the desk along with a few glasses of stiff drink weren't helping with that. That day Lara returned from an archaeological conference, which had been quite interesting, hadn't gone as she hoped. The brunette stood up and began walking through the manor, the very building and its furniture a museum in itself. She took another sip. Once again her attempt to join academic circles had failed. Nobody dared to deny her contributions or findings, but her ability as a scientist and researcher was doubted. Lara was still seen as brawn with a lot of luck or at very best field specialist, but unfit for academic research, even teaching. There was also a group which hold less positive opinions about her body being the main reason behind her success. As if every expedition hadn't been preceded by gruelling research. The adventurer looked at her reflection in the nearby showcase. Lara looked good. She stood above average height with her plentiful, brown hair tied into a thick, long ponytail and regal features. Her gym clothes clung tightly to powerful muscles, but she wasn't bulky. Besides, there was a certain softness to her features, just the right amount. The exception was, of course, her curves, The shapely bottom was mostly made with hard cords, but covered by softer flesh. And there are those... Lara looked downwards She had perfect, near melon-sized breasts that had men shaking with desire and women with jealousy... and sometimes desire. Lara was proud of her body, especially as her appearance was largely an effect of hard work, not just genes. And yes she did use it to her advantage. However, sometimes, she wished her tits were all that was left in people's memory of her. "Back to the digs for me" the archaeologist sighed and tilted the glass to realise it was empty. There was a low hum in her mind and her step lacked total sturdiness. It wasn't her first drink, but Lara had a strong head, making her only tipsy. Yes... she could stick to the digs. To sites which required a shovel and patience... and those that required her pistols as well as disregard for safety when dealing with things, the modern world refused to acknowledge. But those had become a chore. Even a boring one. Lara left the glass on a decorative platter and without realizing began making her way to the basement. It wasn't dusty, barely lit and tight space, but pa roper, multi-story bunker, where she stored various artefacts. Very few of them were mundane, as those were now mostly in museums, but the adventurer kept those with... certain properties. She walked along shelves full of mystical items that over the years had fallen into her possession. Some of them were just given to her as somebody knowledgeable in the matter. "I'm a one-woman SCP foundation" Lara chuckled remembering when she saw several videos by pure chance. Although the idea had certain merit... How did adventuring, and treasure-seeking could become boring? Well, Lara was an archaeologist, a scientist - an unconventional one, dealing in very unique areas, but she was one nonetheless. She cared about history, and facts no matter how outlandish. Dealing with the undead, half-mad maniacs and gathering artefacts were just side effects. Meanwhile, her discoveries were acknowledged, but given little attention, save very hermetic circles. It wasn't about fame, but it felt like everything she did was for nought. That and doing the dirtiest job over and over again started to just become tiring. But just vegetating from her fortune and investments as a rich bachelorette wasn't appealing to her either. Something occurred to her and the brunette stopped by one artefact covered in white fabric. It was an ancient, Chinese mirror that had been meant to show the viewer's path to enlightenment, instead, it just showed visions of one's perfect, mortal life. Or so the story goes, Lara didn't remember safe besides it being classified as safe. Probably part of some cautionary tale the brunette thought, but as she wasn't looking for enlightenment anyway and being fueled by hard liquor she pulled the sheet off. The large mirror was simple and elegant with minor decoration. Lara could easily see her entire body. But after a few seconds, the reflection began to look like the surface of a disturbed lake. Nothing new. At first, she noticed faces, the view seemed to be from an elevated position. Her own, but farther and looking... rounder(?), looking directly back at her and a second, unfamiliar one, from the profile. It belonged to a quite handsome, young man(shit I sound old) with short blond hair. But further observation shifted back to her own figure. Something was wrong with it... Her face wasn't just rounder but downright swollen, what's more, she had a second chin or rather thick fold which was directly touching her torso with no neck in sight. Where was the rest? Are those blankets, pillows...? "What?" The image sharpened somewhat and Lara realized that the pinkish blob was, in fact, her own body. What she had taken as travelling bags and enormous pillows, were her breast looking as large and heavy as an adult seal and barely held in place by some mattress. They laid on something with similar colour... It could be what she thought it was, but the image was getting sharper... it was her belly. But humans cannot have stomachs so wide that their arms, God it was her arms, were closer to being in line than in parallel. It could not reach so far and... is that her feet? Only that is visible from under this mountain of fa...?! Lara covered the mirror with a swift motion, dispelling the image, and took a deep breath. "No more whisky on empty stomach" the archaeologist swore and rubbed her forehead. She had let her guard down around a magical artefact, which had started to mess with her head. Or maybe it's just whiskey? The brunette felt a bit disturbed, which was quite a feat. Being foretold death or agony was now her bread and butter. But a vision so clear, what's more so personal and weird... Certainly being shown a version of herself fatter than any person on those obesity documentaries whose parts she accidentally had glimpsed was something new. "Not touching that with a ten-foot pole" Lara murmured, her mood further soured as she headed to a bathroom with the s solemn resolution to forget the bizarre situation(and even more bizarre image) and next day work on research papers. *** "Let's think about cultural context," Lara said playing with a pen, sitting next to her desk. It was afternoon and beyond the laptop was an entire assortment of papers new and old. It was several days since the incident with the mirror, but the archaeologist once again had fallen victim to her inability to let go. Now, after a long day of work she once again found herself musing about it. "Fertility goddesses were often depicted as overweight women, some cultures heavier girls are considered more attractive, even fattened before marriage... Except the mirror is from a vastly different region... and every vision is supposed to be individual" Lara talked trying to remember every scrap of useful data as well as the rather laconic legend. "The mirror supposedly never acted outright malicious... so it simply might be alluding to something modern, but what?" After several seconds, the brunette's hands began dancing on the keyboard. Contrary to popular belief only a fraction of human knowledge had been digitalized, Lara did most of her research without the internet, but something modern... She ran several searches using key phrases "fat women" and "obese women" mixed with various others that the busty found appropriate. It didn't take five minutes to find a promising lead. Ten minutes later, Lara was gaping at the screen leaning in the chair. "What. the. hell." She, intellectually, knew that even nowadays, were societies which favoured more heavyset women. What Lara didn't know or suspect was that it wasn't a rare phenomenon and people with various flavours of fat-fetish dotted the globe. That was surprising, but she met(and slept with) people with various kinks, to each other their own. But finding entire internet communities of men and women ranging from overweight to immobile and those who adored them... Dating services?... BBW? ... ssbbw?... plus size models?! Couples build around fattening one's partner?! It was a testament to humanity that it still managed to surprise Lara Croft. Whether it was good or bad... who's to say. The brunette rubbed her eyes and tried to distance herself. Ultimately it was just another subculture for her to research. So she poured herself more tea and delved back in. *** Lara shut down the water and felt warm droplets stop falling on her naked skin. She exited the shower and began to dry herself, but her mind was far away. The brunette just finished putting on lingerie when she caught sight of herself. It was the same beautiful visage she saw a few days ago, this time nearly bare and even more breathtaking. Save scars... many scars. But this time they weren't what got Lara thinking. How somebody could allow herself to get that fat... no. How could willingly fatten herself and enjoy it like that? the brunette mused at the memory of various pictures of men and women, mostly women, that could give Nigerian beauties a run for their money in the weight department. Slowly, Lara moved away to the scale in the corner. Surprisingly, she didn't use it often. Soon the device displayed a measurement: 157,8 lbs. Perhaps little more, even given her height of 5'9", but given her considerable musculature and even more... ahem... considerable assets. Lara looked at it for several seconds, before grabbing a phone and with help of her mirror made several photos of herself, but skillfully hiding her face. The best way to understand somebody is to put me in a similar place and I can afford to put on a few pounds reasoned the brunette with a certain amount of morbid curiosity and making a mental note to order those doughnuts she liked. *** *** The brunette entered the bathroom with the feeling of a job well done. The first paper she had released, albeit under a pseudonym, was gaining the attention of the archaeologist community, despite its rather unique contents. Now it was time for late dinner... and to check on her side project. She stepped on the glass rectangle and soon it displayed the number: 190,1 lbs. Over 30 pounds in a quite short time, at least she had found a use for protein powder left in the storage. Lara looked in the mirror. As far as she could tell she hadn't lost an ounce of muscle, her, now very reduced, workout routine had been designed just to prevent that. However, their shape had been far less pronounced in most places, especially her belly. Where not long ago had been a visible six-pack, was now a soft, ever so slightly round and smooth surface. It was merely an infant of a ** belly, but one nonetheless. Most of the new weight had gone to her chest. Which was predictable... but even Lara hadn't thought it would focus that much. There was nothing "almost" when comparing those divine orbs to melons. And not just any melons, but ripe, buxom ones that would make any farmer proud. Lara had to buy a few new sets of bras as her old one was now far too tight. The brunette slowly traced one of the pulsing, visible veins on her bosom with her hand and the second put on her middle. She felt a non-insignificant twinge of... something between her slightly thicker loins as she felt and realized her growth. "That's... good enough," the brunette said a little breathlessly before shaking herself from the stupor. She took her phone, and repeated photo sessions from weeks before, making sure her face was obscured... and her increased volume easy to notice. Then she put on a bathrobe and a minute later was in the kitchen. She began reheating food that had been delivered for her. Lara knew how and could cook well enough, but didn't like to tear herself from work and with her, usually hectic, schedule no even the best refrigerator wouldn't keep things fresh. Therefore she had meals delivered to her, and to be clear - those were proper, balanced meals. Well... mostly. Lara started with a ** portion of steamed salmon and vegetables. It was gone in just, a moment, despite being a full portion. Then, there was a rather curious case of mac and cheese - the pasta was green and accompanied by many bits of nuts. Halfway through this course, the brunette was already stuffed but she continued until the plate was empty. As the dessert was a large cup of creamy, dark chocolate shake. Pouring it down her throat wasn't the easiest task and took a bit of time, but after several minutes, the dark liquid was settled in spaces between salmon and pasta. Lara sat there breathing deeply and slowly touching her belly. She could have felt it being tougher and more pronounced than an hour ago. After this break, she took several selfies and began marching towards her bedroom. She had a dating profile to make. *** Her profile, which she had opened on the dating site for feeders/feedees, met with rather positive feedback, not surprising really, lessened only by the fact Lara was still rather small. Obviously, she hadn't used her name, just to be careful, but it wasn't uncommon from what she had seen. Perhaps she would still be sorting various comments and invites, if not for one thing. The busty archaeologist was sitting in a modest, London restaurant. It was a nice place, good for a first date without it being too casual or overly posh. She was wearing her round shades, nice leather jacket, dark shirt and pants. While her legs fit a bit snugly, and her shirt was new, Lara already realized that her jacket wouldn't zip. Fortunately, it was warm enough. "Excuse me, you're Miss Archeologist...?" "Call me Lara. Thank you. And you are?" the brunette asked welcoming the new arrival and accepting a red rose from him. Perhaps bit cliche, but she appreciated the gesture. "Jonathan" replied her date smiling nervously, before sitting down opposite her. Cute Yes, the reason she found a match so quickly. One of the replies she had gotten belonged, unmistakably, to the handsome blonde from the mirror and here he was in the flesh. After introductions, they started a casual conversation and Lara couldn't help but evaluate him. Physically... not too shabby, Jonathan was a classically handsome, not pretty boy or rugged, with his light blonde hair and sharp jaw. He also seemed to be appeared to be somewhat fit, but that required further investigation. Otherwise... he seemed nice enough, certainly nervous and sometimes fumbling with words. Adorable, I wonder how he would react if he knew I have a gun in my purse But he was acting like a gentleman, even(mostly) focusing on her face instead of her chest. Also nervousness aside, Jonathan seemed to be smart enough, having a master's degree and working as an engineer for a large company. When asked for detail he knew what he was talking about without evading. It was an altogether nice date and Jonathan was pleasant to be around, despite his awkwardness. Which left only about a 50% chance he was an assassin, cultist or psychopath. "If you don't mind me asking" Jonathan started with little blush and put down his cutlery. "What made you...ahem.. get to it. I mean you were... are a fairly fit woman" "You mean why a woman with a body out from porn mag decided to fatten herself? I wonder why any woman would" Lara said before wiping her mouth and watching as his pale ears reddened. "Sorry. As for the answer. Recently I settled in one place and accidentally found out about this all. I got curious and figured I give it a shot. Figured I either enjoy it or just will have to lose a few pounds" "I see. It's just that... I've been aware of my preferences for a while now, but I never engaged with somebody who shared it" Jonathan explained and rubbed his hair. "... I think that you can start with..." Lara leaned towards him with a smile, she felt her shirt tightening around her voluptuous chest. The blonde swallowed and seemed to start sweating a bit, but also eagerly leaned forward. "... with ordering me some of that lasagna" Jonathan blinked. "What? Do you think I'll manage to put on some meat from just one steak? Also, I think ice cream for dessert would fit nicely" The blonde blinked again, before chuckling with a faint blush. He summoned the waitress and ordered a double serving of lasagna. "I think we'll get along fine Lara" admitted Jonathan with an honest smile, which the brunette returned. This may just be interesting *** Lara Croft was an expert in dealing with rapid and unexpected. She had come to expect the unexpected and was a master at dealing with it. "Mhhhhmmmmhh" But this particular situation she hadn't predicted. "MMMmmhhhnnn... *ufff*..." moaned Lara before managing to draw a deeper breach, she had been squeezing the wooden choir so hard it was a wonder it was undamaged. "Next" the brunette ordered weakly, ignoring the pain that was radiating from her middle and the even more peculiar feeling between her thighs. "A... are you sure. We can..." "Next" repeated Lara and Jonathan with concern, on his face, put the last piece of pizza between shapely lips Jonathan simply stood over her gaping with pale face and sweat, not even wriggling trying to hide where the blood had rushed. To be fair he had quite an absorbing image before him. First Lara's face - slightly softer than in the earliest photo and covered in sauce and gravy and busy as it struggled to swallow the greasy piece. Then her, much more eye-catching, voluminous breasts, stuffed into the same bra from their first date. It was large and had fit right, now it was overflowing, reaching its limit. Her belly, now a proper pouch, was still overshadowed by two orbs above, literally and metaphorically, but it seemed to start catching up. Right now even more so as it was painfully full, reddening with their late dinner, which doubled its normal volume. To be clear, save lingerie, Lara's very scrumptious body, upper was also bare. "... *urp*... Now...uuuuuffff...I'm finished" the stuffed archaeologist whizzed as she squeezed the pizza down her gullet and the entranced blonde blinked before turning around to grab it. Lara, despite satisfaction, couldn't wonder how they got it. They met only a third time, the second in Jonathan's apartment and the second where he got to hand-feed her, this time even more than previously. He did so largely on her insistence, at first because she wanted to start immersing herself in this new "sub-culture" and her host needed some motivation, but later due to this special feeling in her southern regions. Jonathan gently put a paper towel and moist wipes near her. Ever the gentleman, he was averting his from any "indecent", it was sweet and nice change. "If I may..." started the blonde when Lara was washing her face and the top of her boobs. "I think that we should set some sort of a goal since we're doing it" The heal-naked woman stopped and grinned at him. "Rager, are *upf* you? Haven't fattened me enough?" The blonde blushed, it was unfair. Sure, he had nearly two times, but a rapid increase of her portions after their dates and their steady growth afterwards was on Lara. Jonathan was about to speak but was too slow. "It's a good idea..uuuf... how much?" Her tall host couched before answering cautiously. "How about 300 ponds?" Lara stood up slowly and, with a groan, stretched, but her bra miraculously held. This time Jonathan didn't avert his gaze. "Ufff... so almost twice my weight just a few months ago. I would likely qualify as.. a BBW, right?" "That's... right" the blonde managed to whisper, while the brunette finished cleaning herself, leaving a thin layer of moisture on her skin. "I suppose I'm alright with that, but no promises loverboy. Now, help me with the shirt" *** Lara snapped fully awake the moment she picked up the noise and a second later she realized it was her phone. The brunette picked it up and realized it was Jonathan. Why he was calling in the middle of the night? "Yes?" she called in a sleepy voice. "Lara, I'm sorry for calling so late, but I have a crisis. There was a breakdown and my home is flooded. I don't want to be a bother..." "Sure, you can crash at my place, just give me half hour to clean myself up. I send you the address soon" Lara replied as she exited the bed. "Thank you. I'll try to settle everything at my end'' and with that, he ended the call. "The things I do for my boyfriend" muttered the busty woman and paused realizing that, indeed, she thought of Jonathan as her boyfriend. It had been so long since she had been in any sort of stable relationship... Lara stood up, clearly feeling the movement of her heavy breasts and the jiggle of her tummy, and abandoning the depressing trail of thought. She had work to do - prepare a bed, clean research papers and manuscripts, hide her weapon stash, set cameras... Just in case. *** It was surprising how seamlessly Jonathan moved in with Lara, to her London apartment and it started to resemble home instead of just living space. The archaeologist enjoyed the domestic bliss, she also enjoyed extra meals the blonde eagerly prepared to liven up the ones bought by her. They perhaps weren't the same quality, but were good and made with genuine care... and a lot of extra butter and sugar than was in the recipes. She also didn't remember buying all those snacks littered around the apartment. The stress relief was also welcome. ... as was having somebody to talk to and spend time with, who seemed personally to care for her, was also nice. Anyway, the fact that instead of simply eating increased portions, almost every meal was leaving her stuffed had profound results. One of which was the need to update her wardrobe. That's why Lara found herself in the shopping centre, wearing brand new jeans, shirt and jacket with Jonathan trailing behind her, struggling to carry numerous bags and rose-cheeked from a mix of embarrassment, tiredness and excitement. The brunette did have him comment on everything, especially lingerie. To be honest, she hadn't needed to bring him along or try on so many things, hell even buy them, but the archaeologist decided it was a good, proven trial of fire for him. And so far so good. "I think we earned ourselves a break, how about lunch?" Lara proposed turning on her heel and looking at her boyfriend through round sunglasses. She felt her boob flesh and belly move from this action and the rest of her body wasn't quite static either. "That... sounds good, but I thought you didn't like fast food?" asked the blonde, pointing at the fast-food restaurant they stopped by. "More that I'm terrified by what there are being put inside and I do not mean calorie count. But every now In a while won't hurt, besides I've been craving some fried chicken" replied Lara and opened the door inside. The researcher wouldn't admit that she was starved despite the many snacks she had devoured along the way or that her legs were starting to tire. Well her breast grew further and comparison to melons was slowly losing accuracy, but lately, most of her new weight went to the belly. She had now a beautiful round tummy, which was starting to hang and seemed to be set to catch up to the mountains above. Also, aby sharpness of her features, muscles were now firmly gone under soft layers, and Lara estimated it wasn't long before her thighs would start to brush. She was also feeling unexpected giddiness, at the new inconveniencies and prospects, the brunette wouldn't admit to them. Soon they were sitting with their orders. Jonathan had a normal lunch set but paid it little mind, focusing on his girlfriend. Lara had a family-sized, chicken bucket with a large coke and was digging it with gusto. Lara was happily stripping meat from the bones, occasionally taking several fries or a sip of a sugary drink. But even as she was stuffing he face, old habits remained and soon she heard voices from the table, where several barely legal girls were sitting. "... poor guy" "Maybe they're related?" "She and that hunk. No way and even if, just look at her!" "Well... I do and her tits are huge" "So are any cows! But I suppose she's like a pig, because, a cow would eat a salad" "So his girlfriend let herself go a little..." "A little?! Look at her. I'm surprised she isn't swallowing that chicken whole. Why doesn't he dupe this fatass?" And so on and on... compared to some words that Lara had heard in her life those were less hurtful than a warm breeze. Instead, she felt a familiar, but still strange tingle and licked her lips. The brunette put the jacket away, also straightened her shirt so it clung closely to her breast and soft belly, whose bottom stuck out a little. She regretted not being in the overgrown shirt as the effect would be even better. Lara leaned comfortably back and took the plate with herself, letting everything on the display. By that point, Jonathan was gaping at her with a fork in midair. The brunette smiled and began to rub her leg on his. "Don't stare dear" she said putting down bare bone and reaching for a strip of deep-fired meat "It's impolite" *** Usually one was happy when returning home to a beautiful woman. Jonathan was no exception so when he entered his beautiful(growing) girlfriend's apartment to find her only in black lingerie and lying on the couch he was very happy. "Finally, I'm here fasting half a day waiting for you. Come" and the blonde, barely managing to take off his shoes, followed seductively jiggling ass, to the bathroom. There was scale waiting for them, at which Lara immediately stepped on. 249,7 lbs read the screen and Lara bit her lip in excitement. She looked in the mirror. Her tits keep on growing, starting to resemble small watermelons, but her tummy was gaining or in, now looking as if she had a ** pillow under her skin. It wasn't to say rest remained unchanged, no. Her ass grew a nice soft of padding around it, which worked nicely with her expanded waist and juicy thighs, that, as predicted, were now lightly brushing. There were no visible of her muscles on her calves or arms, aside from slight shifting when she was flexing. Her face was now clearly chubby with round checks, and there were beginnings of something under her seemingly shrunk chin. I'm getting fat though Lara as she rubbed her belly. Then did some quick calculations and bit her lip. "I'm... clinically obese" muttered the brunette with excitement and felt arms hug her from behind. "Yes you are and you look amazing," said Jonathan before kissing her. As cliche as it was, Lara enjoyed... right until she jabbed her with her elbow. "Slow down, I'm a growing girl and I need to eat, you wouldn't want to start wasting away" at that the blonde raised his hands in surrender and retreated to the kitchen with a smile. A few minutes later both were enjoying their dinner, even more so than usual. Lara, after abstaining from gorging on snacks for several hours and Jonathan who loved watching as the voluptuous brunette was eating twice as much as he did in one sitting. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was. When the archaeologist finished her second course(and helpings) she was about to go for cake, when Jonathan stopped her. "I... brought something. I think you'll like it" the blonde said and went to the hallway and returned and returned with a large bag. Its content made Lara look at her boyfriend with a solemn and thoughtful expression. "A funnel and enough ingredients to make several litres of shake that makes lard look downright low-calorie...well, well... somebody's getting bold," said the brunette finishing with a saucy smile and blond rubbed his hair. "Well, I'm learning from the best... ssooo are we doing this?" Lara looked at the set before answering "It's bit much... but I like the challenge. But do you know how to mix those?" At that, the blonde blushed. "I read instructions..." The brunette gave him a long look. "I'll do it, you just watch" Sure, it wasn't exactly a protein or vitamin shake but close enough. Soon enough, the entire jug of dense liquid was ready. Lara went to the livingroom and Jonathan dutifully followed with funnel and jug in his hands. There was a comfortable armchair waiting for her. Having a rubber hose pulled through her gullet wasn't exactly pleasant but she managed and the blonde began slowly pouring brown liquid in. At first, she just felt as the shake began pouring into her belly, with just the faintest, muffed taste. But, even with Jonathan pouring slowly and steadily, Lara soon enough was full and then stuffed. She felt the liquid fill her stomach, slipping in every free space and then pushing forward. Thanks to the slow pace it took long before it returned through her lips and she barely avoided **. The blonde cursed and stopped, but before rushing to help, but Lara coughed a few times and gestured for him to continue. He did so hesitantly, but this time, the brunette was more focused on the flow and after several minutes the entire jug was empty without major incident. By then, her gut resembled a drum, despite a healthy amount of lard on it, and a reddening hue alarmed about the need to use lotion. "Everything alright?" Jonathan asked with worry as he helped his girlfriend wipe the brown substance from her lips. "... two things" stated the bloated beauty breathlessly. "One, we need to prepare a bigger supply next time. Second, help me get to the bedroom" "Bedroom?" the handsome blonde asked a little dazed from the news and the wonderful view. Lara suddenly clung to him tightly, large breast squashing into a broad chest and the creaking belly brushing him. "So you can fuck me until I can't walk. Is that clear?" explained the brunette with another kind of hunger in her eyes. Well... who was Jonathan to refuse this request? *** Lara was surprised at how quickly she got close to Jonathan, who now knew her better than most. Even if most of her adventures he knew only through only as metamorphs or understatements. Spending Christmas with his parents was the obvious next step, spite how bizarre it was for her... Because they were a normal family and normal Christmas and the brunette had no idea how to deal with it. But despite the awkwardness, some snide comments from other relatives and her constant vigilance, she seemed to receive approval from potential in-laws(shit...). Watching Jonathan squirm as she stuffed herself with the umpteenth helping of holiday dishes was entertaining. To add to her good mood her newest publication, still written under a pseudonym, was gaining recognition, despite a bit of controversy. All of this, holidays and finishing touches to her work, resulted in several weeks without any workout. Until today. Lara paid little mind to the tight workout outfit. The onslaught of holiday food, lack of movement, and increasing use of the funnel made her feel like she was outgrowing her clothes by the hour. First, she noticed stares and whispers. They had started when they had noticed the brunette had been getting fatter despite exercise and only increased. But now they felt like they had doubled, if not tripled, compared to a month ago, but they simply slid by her. What did give her a pause was when she began panting with her mouth open. Her routine had been cut down to the absolute minimum, and what once was child's play had been becoming harder. But now, not even halfway through, Lara was sweaty, red on her face, and panting. She tried to continue, but the brunette felt her huge breasts moving in every direction, barely held by the bra. To their rhythm wobbled her round tummy and her ass, smaller waves rippling to her entire body which was proving unwilling to cooperate. Meanwhile, glances and whispers increased, but it was a certain feeling in between her thighs that made her stop prematurely. Lara exited the gym hastily, without even showering or changing, accompanied by not so muffed whispers and even a few laughs. She drove to their apartment in record time and, still sweaty and in gym clothes, burst inside. The brunette hadn't expected to find her boyfriend inside, apparently starting to prepare an official(and very large) dinner. "You're here, good" the voluptuous woman said as he kicked off her shoes. "Lara, is everything alright?" the blonde asked with an uneasy expression and wearing an apron with a floral pattern. To her lamentation, he was also wearing clothes underneath. "I'm good. Now c'mon" Lara ordered and featured toward the bathroom. As she walked she began trying to take her tightly clinging shirt away, but with little success. "Careful or you'll..." the sort tore, but the brunette merely took it as evidence it was already too small. Only in thin, ill-fitting pants, sockets and lingerie Lara stepped on the scale, which seemed to creak under her bulk. She grimaced, a rough annoyance was fighting a losing battle with a new wave of arousal, as the brunette confirmed that her tits were firmly obscuring her view of the display. Considering how tricky was putting on shoes for the last several weeks it was no surprise. By now, Lara was all but sure she was "suffering" from gigantomastia, she saw no other reason why her chest remained relatively perky. "So?" she asked her boyfriend, who now wore a familiar tense expression. Like always when he was trying to hide just how hot he found her. "327 pounds" he replied breathlessly not tearing his gaze away from her. Lara looked at herself in the mirror. The two jugs protruding from her chest could now pass for small watermelons, but lately, lard was being stored in other parts of her body. The gap of length between her breasts and round belly shrunk, but her middle expanded also from her sides. It was now almost as wide as Jonathan's shoulders(very nice, broad ones) and had lovely, growing lovehandles. Under them were thick thighs, which were, getting harder to part with every day. they weren't as wide as her waist had been at her skinny, but it was a matter of an inch or two. They were connected to her ass, which, despite being least developed, had formed a nice, small shelf. Finally, her lovely neck botch thickened and shrunk, partially to the strip of flesh hanging from her face, which was likely to soon morph into a second chin. "We overshoot, a little" Lara exclaimed the obvious and the blonde swallowed. "So what now?" "Now... you're going to finish making dinner. I'm starved. And explain why are you doing so early. Then... we'll see" replied the brunette giving him a grin worthy of a succubus. Not five minutes later Lara was munching on baked potatoes and listening about Jonathan's promotion and need to relocate near a remote facility. He was starting to apologize for it but was interrupted. "It's not even a half-hour drive from my house," said Lara, dipping the potato in the ketchup "It's good, no more weekly drives there. Besides we could use more space" Jonathan looked at her from sizzling cutlets. "We do?" even with two of them the apartment was more than big enough. "Jonatan, today I got tired after doing some basic exercises. You made enough food for four people... and I'm going to eat most of it, then you're going to make sure I'm full with funnel. The rest of the day I'm going spend on my sweet as next to old books and a computer, perhaps with a break for some stress relief. How long do you think until our doors become too narrow for me?" the brunette explained before stuffing a handful of potatoes into her mouth. This time the blonde smiled silly. "So we keep going, I take it?" "Keep going? We're just getting started. I saw some of your browser history and the average weight of women there is making me look thin" said Lara and with satisfaction watched as her boyfriend blushed. "Now hurry up with dinner, I'm wasting away over here"

This story was commissioned, and ultimately co-written, by the amazing SlayerCake, who gave it a final polish. Once again Tali was chosen to be pampered to a considerable size. A bit of warning - unlike most of my works so far, here are considerable mentions of flatulence. *** "I'm still unsure about it, Shepard. A pill that allows Quarians to eat food without worrying about amino acids? That's too good to be true." Tali voiced her doubts as she followed Shepard into her quarters. "Well… it still needs to be mostly sterile. Besides, Karin already tested you and said it should work." The ginger responded with a smile as she led her guest to the table where there was a vast assortment of sealed shut containers covering its surface. "I appreciate the effort, but you’ve overdone it." Tali commented as she sat down next to the table, which was almost bending under the weight of the feast. "It's just many small portions of many different things… for testing." the commander explained as she activated the system responsible for keeping the area germ-free. "You're talking like you didn't prepare all that Turian food for me last time." Said the engineer, feeling warm at the memory. It was sweet of Shepard to go out of the way to assemble an entire assortment of food she could eat. The Spectre raised an eyebrow. "Tali even Turians admit their food is bland. Hell, Garrus thinks the stew Gardner makes for him is an exotic delicacy." The human woman reminded her as she began unpacking foodstuffs. "And human food is another beast altogether. Even Asari quietly admit we're better at cuisine than them." Tali still had doubts but began unsealing her helmet. The scents of food hit her like a hammer despite being sterilised. To somebody who spent almost her entire life in a sealed environment the smell was overwhelming. "Let's start with a classic: spaghetti."Shepard carefully instructed her guest on how to deal with long pasta. After a minute a ball of rolled strings and red sauce entered Tali’s mouth. "... it's sssshhhhoooo ghooood." Tali all but moaned and chewed cheerfully as the commander laughed. "I'm happy you like it." Shepard said, pushing the other dishes closer to her guest. None of it was extravagant, some as simple as mashed potatoes with garlic, however the human cuisine clearly grew on Tali as she polished off every container. They weren't big… but there were many. "Uuuurrrrpppp..." Groaned the quarian leaning heavily back on the couch. The young Zorah had inhaled almost the entire assortment of foods and her middle was visibly distended. "Are you ready to admit those pills were a genius idea, Miss vas Normandy?" The redhead grinned, a gleam in her eyes. "I uurrpp... need to... do some extra testing." Tali groaned in response. She was stuffed to the brim but this new cuisine opened a new ocean of flavours to her and she was eager to try more. Shepard chuckled loudly. "It's a deal" *** "So, I heard somebody almost gave our crew a heart attack." Shepard said nonchalantly, trying her hardest to keep her face straight with mixed results. Her newly arrived guest blushed so furiously it was almost visible through her shaded visor. "Sorry... It was an accident. There was ice cream for dessert so I took some…" The quarian mumbled as she rubbed her forearm in embarrassment. The human only laughed and led her to a familiar couch. This time there were fewer containers but they were considerably bigger. "At least we now know that those pills do allow you to eat food cleared for Normandy... and Karen got to test some new equipment." Teased the commander before unpacking the first dish; a well-cooked steak with vegetables. "I hope it didn't spoil your appetite because today I prepared some heavier stuff." Shepard added with a devilish smirk but Tali was already hastily removing her helmet. The moment its aroma reached her nose she licked her lips in anticipation. "Go ahead, but tell me if you’re not feeling well." The Spectre barely managed to get the words out before the quarian ferociously attacked the poor slab of meat. Chewing something so carefully was a new experience for her but, halfway through her portion, the engineer learned how to deal with meat just fine. "It tastes just fine, I take it?" Asked Shepard as she watched Tali try to swallow so much food that her cheeks puffed out "MmmHhhhhhhhmmm!" Tali managed to swallow the last mouthful as juices dribbled from the corner of her lips. The commander passed her tissue and brought the next course closer. "These are not exactly gourmet meals but they're classic." She uncovered a large cheeseburger and a hot-dog. Despite the appetising smells Tali approached them carefully, eating with her hands was completely new to her. ...this method didn't survive past her third bite. By then the cheeseburger was being torn to pieces by her sharp teeth with surprising ferocity. The hot dog followed soon after and although Shepard had seen many wonderful and horrible things in the galaxy, but the sight of Tali casually fitting almost half of the bun in her mouth.. was something else. "bbuurrrp...I'm stuffed." Exclaimed Tali heavily, the fabric around her middle suspiciously tight. She realised with astonishment just how badly she was smeared with grease, sauce and cheese and tried to frantically clean herself with a paper towel. Meanwhile, the commander removed two empty containers and deliberately brought the third, circular container closer. "Hhhmmmm... are you sure? Because I have here a proper, meaty pizza; not just a slice of that synthetic look-a-like you tried the last time." Shepard purred, her voice fit for a succubus, or a witch, from old Asari tales. The engineer froze in her tracks at the sight and smell of the disk. It was impossible to tell if the pizza was thin or not as the layer of cheese, meats and sauce on the top was most definitely thick. She felt the fast food sitting in her gut, heavy with grease and fat. Tali had, again, eaten more than twice what a proper meal ought to be... but on the other hand... "One slice... just to taste-test" Stated the quarian as she took a slice and bit into it. The room dissolved into a blur which ended as she was chewing on the last piece of crust, her tummy bloated even further and covered in new smears of food. "Here, have another." Tali heard Shepard say as she noticed another triangle, almost dripping with topping, next to her face. There was a split second when she wanted to protest… but this silly notion was abandoned and she allowed the slice to be slid between her lips... ...then third... fourth... fifth... The only thing reaching Tali's brain was the divine taste in her mouth and the increasing tightness in her belly, which she was managing to ignore just fine. When Tali began to fully realise her surroundings the last box was empty and her stomach looked almost visibly pregnant. "...you are... evil." Gasped the quarian slowly to the spectre, who took it upon herself to wipe the leftovers of Tali’s feast from her face. The taller woman chuckled. "And you love it for me.” The commander quickly leaned down to kiss her guest's long, covered neck. She didn't risk leaving any fluids on young Zorah, just to be safe, and got a faint blush in return. "I've been thinking, couldn't you modify your helmet to eat more solid foods?" The spectre asked sometime later as she was pouring them drinks. Tali, somewhat busy trying to soothe her bloated belly, blinked and thought about it. Up to that moment her meals had been limited to properly processed and bacteria-free levo-rations, which were almost exclusively in liquid and paste form. Now with pills taking care of most of those problems... "Hmmm, I'll look into it. *** "Kenneth, Kenneth!" Shouted Gabby entering the core room. Her, completely platonic, partner was supposed to help her with calibrations in the cargo bay but he had yet to join her. The engineer noticed him almost right after crossing the door but remained silent as she saw his strange appearance. Kenneth seemed to be sweating and his expression had a strangely unidentifiable expression. He was standing with a screwdriver in hand, looking down at… "Holy shit." Muttered Gabby, stopping in her tracks. Next to her partner was a kneeling Tali, with her upper body inside a hole in the wall. She could hear the quarian's angry mumbling and the sounds of her working inside. Gabby liked Tali. She was polite, a goddamn hero, a brilliant engineer, didn't try to replace her and had no interest in Ken… not that that would be a problem... besides he was no xenophobe. Even if the quarian had nice curves... So maybe Gabby had noticed she had been snacking a lot lately using that fancy module she added to her helmet and had put on a few pounds. Fair enough, she had a few lapses herself. But this... Two large purple orbs were quivering to the rhythm of frantic repairs. The smart fabric clung tightly to ample flesh and the whole mass lacked the tautness it once had. Gabby could almost see the fat cheeks clap together as Tali was wrangling something inside. The human female was firmly heterosexual but had to wonder how Kenneth managed to stop himself from slapping that fat ass. "I got you bosh'tet!" Shouted Tali and, after a minute, began to crawl out of the vent. Gabby could swear she heard that thick ass clap again as it jiggled. When the quarian stood up, the other woman allowed herself to inspect her more closely. Even before now she had noticed that her new co-worker had thickened up, the fabric on her belly rounding out into a small potbelly, but now she couldn’t help but notice how much her already ** hips had grown along with her bottom, which was now forming an unmistakable shelf. The thighs below were no less meaty, even if they weren't quite touching.... yet. "Hey, Gabby." Tali greeted her as soon as she turned around. Kenneth paled...good. They exchanged pleasantries and the quarian explained the problem, apologising for keeping the other engineer. Then she turned around and walked off, munching on a chocolate bar. The human duo watched as two meaty orbs jiggled and rocked side to side, wrapped in tight fabric. "Is there something you want to share, Ken?" Gabby asked once the doors closed, her accent thicker than ever and Kenneth gulped. Jack cursed as the screeching of some engineer woke her up. *** It was late, at least by the ship's clock, and the mess hall was almost empty. Garrus often went there after a hard day's work doing calibrations and occasionally sparring. As impressive as the new Normandy was; the Cerberus people responsible for calibrating her cannons were certainly underperforming. He noticed a familiar figure and quickly sat opposite her with his dish. "Hello there." Garrus flashed the Turian equivalent of a grin. "Hi, Garr-uhhmnnh-us." Welcomed Tali, carefully glancing at him from her plates. The Turian felt the sudden wrongness of this reply, which had nothing to do with his friend's full mouth. He dismissed this instead focusing on his late meal, only occasionally exchanging words with quarian who was utterly engrossed with her food. Eventually he forced himself to breach a certain topic. "Say… you’ve been using those pills for some time. Everything fine? Nothing to tell Chakwas about?" Inquired the former C-sec carefully. "No, it ohmnmms ghreat. I dydn't ohm khnow food could urb taste so good. I never omnh felth bhetter. Shame they munch dooonth work for Turians." Replied Tali happily without bothering to pause her meal. A few crumbs and drops of gravy fell onto the table below, joining the mess that was already there. It was no fault of the extra module attached to her helmet that allowed her to eat food from a non-sterilised environment, but rather the quarian’s enthusiasm. "hhhmmmnn why ahre yyou asking ohm?" Garrus carefully scanned his companion. Although he did know more about Council species than most Turians, he wasn't a xenobiologist and didn't claim to know every nuisance of Quarian biology or diet... however there were certain anomalies that even he could notice. As far as he could tell a quarian shouldn't need two chairs to sit comfortably because each of her cheeks were twice the diameter of most human helmets and supported by thighs almost as thick as an average female quarian's waist. All of that flesh quivered with every movement and would overflow any seat it was sat upon… or, as he had seen at least once, break them altogether. It tended to bump into things and people with increasing frequency, just two days ago she had gone to the main battery and passed him on the narrow path. Tali's bottom had been very soft... fortunately he had armour... spirits that had been embarrassing. Anyway... The engineer's upper body also had become more... "robust"; about as large as a Turian torso, although not nearly as... rigid, and most of its mass was centred around the waist. Garrus couldn't say if he ever saw a quarian with such a wide and fleshy stomach. Human, battarians… sure. A quarian? Never. This particular part of her anatomy was now especially extruded and lacking some of its malleability. Understandable, considering the empty platters around her. As far as the vigilante could see his friend's mammary glands had expanded, albeit very modestly compared to other parts of her body, along with her upper arms. For obvious reasons, he could say nothing about her face. "Gharhush?" Inquired Tali, mouth full of food. Hmmm... perhaps Garrus should mention her new peculiar habits? Tell her that it had been a while since he saw her not munching on some human treat. Or perhaps the Turian ought to mention that lately Tali was getting winded just from climbing up the stairs on the engineering deck. ...and that those and other symptoms paled to how she tended to eat nowadays. Namely just like the quarian was doing now; cramming plates of human foods into her new contraption, often abandoning cutlery, in quantities that didn't quite seem healthy and with a speed that made crumbs and juices fly everywhere. It also seemed that this single minded focus was forcing her to keep stuffing her face even when speaking and would allow her to rest only when her gut resembled a boulder, encased tightly in fat and fabric. All his observations were rather alarming, if not... distressing. Garrus considered it a moment longer around a mouthful of his own meal. Nope; it was highly disturbing watching the spunky quarian eat like wild, starved cattle until her gut was bloated to unimaginable size. He decided he ought to confront her and find out what was happening. "I'm just making sure. I had several cases with bootleg medicine." The vigilante said in the most casual tone one could imagine. "Yhou omnhhh whorry tooh mutch Gharrus. Imph fine...urp...BBUUURRRP." Garrus chose to remain silent. Perhaps he would raise the issue again but in the meantime the Turian didn't deem it alarming enough to risk having his omnitool explode from malware. Again *** Shepard strode into her quarters, simultaneously removing her armour. She was tired; that day's mission was tedious and resolving the latest drama between the crew hadn't helped matters. The spectre didn't know what alerted her to the intrusion, but she paused without noise, and listened. Wet, foreboding sounds, some shuffling and sobbing reached her ears. The room was dark and the soldier saw only shadows from the corridor due to a singular small light. The situation was right from a horror vid but it was hardly the first time Shepard had experienced that. Soon she realised the familiarity of these sounds and the tingly feeling on her skin all but confirmed who the unexpected guest was. Quietly, Shepard made her way deeper. What she found there made her bite her lip hard enough she almost drew blood. Some time ago the spectre had installed a large cooling unit for various foodstuffs and at the moment all of its doors were wide open, its insides radiating light and cold. But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that the industrial fridge was almost fully emptied. What was important were the empty, almost clean food wrappers and containers. But most important of all was Tali. She was sitting on the couch… or rather she was half lying on her own monstrous ass as its two beach ball-sized cheeks didn't allow her to simply lean on the backrest. The two fleshy orbs were pouring over the seat, almost twice the quarian's width. It was no easy feat, especially now, as her gut was larger than ever Shepard had seen it. And she did keep a close watch on it. The bloated belly in no way resembled the lithe narrow waist from their first meeting. The purple fabric was now tightly wrapping over a sloshing, groaning landmass that would fit a human, even a Turian, inside. Even the generous layer of lard couldn't hope to hide just how stuffed it was. Tali's face was the only part of her free of the suit. It was amazing how much it had changed. It was a soft thing now, with round cheeks and well pronounced second chin, and it was all but covered with crumbs, smears of food and gravy. To be honest the same could be said about most of the engineer's body. Her chest, the area least favoured by the fat that had encased her body, was home to entire assortments of the feast's remains. Shepard saw there were entire pieces of meat, cakes and bread covering her breasts and the top of the engorged stomach mirrored it. The obese quarian was panting heavily, almost painfully, more full of food than ever before. This was no easy feat and yet despite it, she kept on eating. Tali, or rather her ass, was surrounded by what remained from the fridge contents. Her arms were moving sluggishly, but with determination, as they transported and all but forced food into her mouth. There was no rhythm or reason to her meals - sweets mixed with meats and citrus and creams. Tali didn't eat. She was mindlessly gorging herself for the sake of it. Shepard had excellent self-control and self-coordination. It was simply a fact admitted by all. However at this moment keeping her legs from shaking and her mouth from moaning was proving to be a near-unbearable undertaking. It took her many, many deep breaths to regain some control. It took her twice as much time to notice certain worrying details. This beautiful display of glutton was being soured by barely visible marks from tears and hints of sniffing in Tali's pained grunts. So the commander, with incredible effort, forced herself to assume a composed, kind and empathic pose. "Tali, is something wrong?" Asked the spectre, slowly approaching her guest. The quarian blinked as if waking up. She looked at the human female and new tears poured down her chubby cheeks. It wasn't easy to decipher what the obese engineer was saying with a half full mouth and tears, but Shepard succeeded. "They’re pulling pills from the market?" Summarised the commander and Tali nodded before putting a chocolate bar between her lips and chewing vigorously. That was... very bad, but first things first. "I'm sure we can deal with it. But first… let me help with your suit." Said Shepard reassuringly and the quarian nodded with a sniff. It was high time, every inch of the suit looked ready to snap at any second. The operation was tricky and Tali was no help but even this challenge was overcome, giving Shepard an excellent view of the supple, purple body. Normally the spectre would focus on the magnificent ass Tali had cultivated, with some help, but today the true star was her gut. Normally composed of two juicy rolls, now it was almost spherical, save for love handles and dotted with freshly formed stretch marks. It looked ready to burst at any second. Such a hypothesis needed to be tested. Shepard managed to free herself from her own armour and fully focused on the quarian. "Let me help you. I'm sure you're tired." Purred the commander pressing her pink body into a soft, purple one far more than was strictly necessary. Tali accepted with relief, her poor arms were so thickly overgrown with blubber and had been working tirelessly for a long time. Shepard snuggled to the overfed mountain of adipose and began feeding it what remained around them. Tali accepted whatever was being put in her mouth. She was groaning, moaning and panting like a train from ancient times, but kept on chewing despite the aching pain. The spectre could see the cracking of purple skin and new stretch marks appearing on Tali’s gut with every passing second. At long last only empty containers remained. Tali's belly held together... barely. The overpampered organ was hanging over the floor, almost reaching the end of the meaty thighs. It was webbed with stretch marks, some of which looked like fresh wounds ready to split open. Although... Shepard just realised she had missed a large pack of ice cream. They were now fully melted of course, but that wasn't an obstacle. The spectre put the tip of the container next to purple lips which opened immediately, but how much it was reflex was hard to tell. The gooey substance began pouring down the greedy gullet. Tali had, during many many binges, learned a few things about stopping a gag reflex or breathing while eating. Melted ice-cream was a known and welcome guest. Although this time they were being poured into the gut so tightly packed it was doubtful they would fit in her throat. But... Tali managed even this impressive feat and closed her eyes. The engorged quarian was visibly ready to fall into a food-coma but the very mountain of calories that was causing her drowsiness was also a source of great discomfort, to say the least, and kept her awake. Shepard, meanwhile, was quite... pleased. She was almost vibrating with excitement and bit her lip again to keep quiet as she looked at the bloated quarian. The spectre managed to tear herself away to quickly return with a balm to ease the pain of her purple piggy. She stood above one of the purple thighs, thighs so fat that they could pass for a waist, and began rubbing the substance on the barely holding skin. It started to work, the obese engineer's breathing began to grow calm and steady. The still-mobile woman's pulse, quite the opposite, only quickened. At some point, as she was kneading the strained skin and folds of lard, her hips started rocking forward and backwards, brushing the fat-enveloped leg. The balm ran out but she kept rubbing the purple skin either way. Her movement grew faster and her breath more erratic with every secondas Shepard tightly clenched around the obese thigh with her toned legs and hands. She managed to hold onto her voice even as she tasted copper. After several seconds the sweating and panting spectre stood up, wobbling. She would love to lay next to sleeping Tali but there was work to do. *** The quarian was woken by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor but she took her time before opening her eyes to the dimly lit room. She saw Shepard with a large black container. "Hi sleepy head, did you sleep well?" Asked Shepard with a smile and put the container down. The engineer blinked and after a second a terrible memory returned, a rapid shudder sent a wave through her lard laden body "Shepard... " She started with a shaking voice but a finger was put on her lips. "Ssshhh, everything is fine. I managed to get some new pills, but they are quite literally being cleaned off the market. We have enough for a week, but I started to stockpile some of your favourite levo-foods. You’ll still have a supply of delicious grub." Explained the commander calmly, but with frames looking directly into fluorescent eyes. Tali nodded slowly but felt deep dissatisfaction, sure there were a few Turian dishes she liked, but overall they tended to be rather bland. It just... wouldn’t be the same. "Now, how about you use the toilet, wash, then I'll serve you a nice breakfast." Shepard said with a seductive smile and the quarian's entire focus shifted solely to matters at hand. With her host's help, Tali lifted herself from the couch. Her two fleshy beanbags jiggled up and down from the rapid movement. The wave spread to thick, juicy thunder thighs and farther to bountiful calves whose trademark, curved shape was quickly becoming indistinguishable. Two relatively small rolls of adipose also jiggled and the obese quarian rubbed them to soothe her ravenous insides. She made her way to the bathroom while Shepard was blatantly ogling her enormous, shaking ass. It was truly incredible just how bottom-heavy Tali was. She had started to waddle early, when her tummy had been just a small bag, barely forming its rolls. But the fat engineer didn't care now nor had she earlier. Of course, she noted how hard it was to walk with her butt swinging with every step, that this organ literally overflowed the commander's toilet and that she barely fit in the shower. Yes, at some level Tali was aware of it. However, she had learned how to push those inconveniences away from her mind and kept doing so even when said inconveniences grew considerably. Once Tali's monumental bottom waddled out of the bathroom, there was an entire stack of large black containers and one open. From there, Shepard had pulled various goodies which were now laying on the table. The obese quarian felt saliva in her mouth and picked up the pace. Soon two sacks of meat hit the couch, filling its ** portion, and an entire fat laden body. "Since we have only a few days' worth of pills left, I thought we could spend them well." Said the spectre, but the engineer wasn't listening, too absorbed by stuffing her face with doughnuts. The human smiled and lovingly rubbed one of her enormous buttocks. It's going to be fun *** "Hmmm... hhhhyyyymmm." "Here you go." Said Shepard sweetly and passed a piece of pizza to Tali, the poor thing was too stuffed to bend toward it. *** "Say aaaaahhhhh." The quarian parroted the taller woman, opening her lips to truly impressive size and allowing for a thick hot dog, oozing with toppings, to be pushed inside. Shepard found watching her devour it in just two bites was as incredible as always. *** "glup glup" The quarters were quiet save for the sound of dense liquid being poured and the deep sounds of it being swallowed. The commander was holding a plastic tube whose one end was equipped with a funnel and the other disappeared deep into Tali's throat. In the second hand, she was holding a two-litre tub full of a brown, creamy substance. The obese quarian did love melted ice-cream, but a properly brewed shake with some spices was even better. *** Now the room wasn't quiet, in fact, it was quite loud inside. Tali was on a roll right now. Shepard was watching, with a devilish smirk, how her guest was crouching on the floor bending over one of the black boxes and sticking out her humongous bum and swaying it in every direction. It was simply amazing that that chair-crushing ass was visibly fatter than a week ago. Meanwhile, Tali was busy gorging herself. She was grabbing everything from the trunk, not caring if she mixed dishes, and cramming fistfuls into her mouth, which was sticky from the remains of various foods. The obese quarian tended to fall into trance during main meals, but never before in such an animalistic frenzy. It made the commander quite.... happy, to say the least, and she decided to further entertain her guest. To make sure she had fond memories. So she moved directly behind Tali, the jiggling beanbags so close that they were almost hitting her, and began kneading the warm flesh like a master baker would an uncooked cake. Tali's grunt's changed tone, occasionally sounding like moans with increasing frequency. Then, with considerable effort, Shepard spread large bags of lard and bent down, looking for a meal of her own. The purple pig squealed but continued to eat, her movements becoming even more erratic, twitchy as her breathing deepened, becoming ragged. The spectre picked up the pace, despite the vast cheeks pressing on her, clapping her head. It was getting harder for the bootylicious engineer to eat as she couldn't stop her moans of pleasure and shaking, but she stubbornly kept on eating. Finally, her strength fell short and she slumped face down into the chest. Soon after a quake ripped through her flesh along with a shout of ecstasy. Shepard emerged from the valley of shapely lard, panting and with a wide grin on her face. She wiped her mouth and looked at her handiwork. The purple piggy was dozing off between remains of food with her gut stuffed so much it was touching the floor, the mountains of her ass jutting proudly over her. It was a good day. *** .... but all good things come to an end. Imagine that you loved good cooking, not necessarily the most expensive, just decent, hearty meals. You were being served them day after day and you loved it. Then you, for some reason, couldn't eat them anymore, forced to content yourself with blander goods. They weren't bad, just... mediocre. Merely fuel and not a source of culinary delight. That was reality for Tali as she was nibbling on Turian cake alone in the captain's cabin, wallowing in her misery. Her eyes were moving around pointlessly. Shepard was needed on lover decks, as another argument had erupted. The obese quarian didn't know when she started gaping at the cabinet where the commander had stored her food nor when she managed to lift her near couch sized bottom up and started waddling towards it. When the commander entered her abode she nearly had a heart attack, seeing the cabinet empty and the obese engineer sitting on the ground with a bloated gut and a pained expression. "Fuck." She ran and crouched near the quarian. "Tali, how are you feeling? Talk to me!" "Shep...BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPP PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTTTTTTTTT" An enormous, rippling stream of gas escaped from a food-stained mouth, then from between Tali’s sweat covered, meaty beanbags, filling the room with noise and soon after a rather foul smell. "ugh... I feel... funny" Replied Tali to the fanning human. "I see that. I get your suit and let's go to Karin. *** "I've read about quarian adaptive abilities, but I would never suspect such a thing could happen!" Exclaimed the elder woman looking at the data pad. "That thing being…?" Asked Shepard looking at the obese and naked quarian placed in the biotic field. "Miss Zorah was using those pills so much her body managed to adapt to their effect. That's why she managed to consume our food without any adverse effects." explained the doctor. "Of course, it's not perfect, digestion was hard and led to serious flatulence." "So you're saying Tali can eat human food just fine, she's only going to have gas?" Summarised the spectre. The pepper-haired woman shot her an annoyed look. "No, commander. I'm, in no way, recommending that. Those pills she was stuffing herself with were suspicious enough, though they may have worked, but perhaps you hadn't noticed that Tali managed to gain over 300 pounds of weight in such a short time? I lack the data but I'm confident it's not natural." Shepard nodded. "I got it" "Shepard..." "I got it and I will deal with it." *** "Vakarian" "How can I help you, Miss Lawson." Replied the turian with a grin which got only a frown in return "We need to talk about a certain crewmember." Said the brunette and pointed towards the figure on the other side of the corridor, near the unsealed hatch wall. It was Tali, or perhaps some great monster that had eaten the quarian. The enormous shelf of her ass protruded so far from her back that one could easily set up a grenade launcher on it, maybe even disassemble one with room to spare. The monstrous ass was so big it needed at least three chairs to hold it, not to be comfortable but just to sit, period, and even then it stuck out. The pillars that supported it were thicker than the Turian chest and one could only suspect the curvature of her calves under the layers of lard. Tali now had a proper gut made from at least two rolls, the suit made it hard to gauge, and it was almost as wide as a krogan. Her breasts were about Miranda's size... which was rather small compared to the rest of her body, and her upper arms were roughly as wide as her thighs had once been. "Not everybody can be perfect." Muttered Garrus which was followed by a thunderous fart, barely muffed by the environmental suit. Miranda’s perfectly sculpted face twitched. "It isn't about her letting herself go. It's about her letting herself go so much that she is a liability to the team. Even on the ship, and I don't want to think about combat scenarios." said Miranda with a grimace. "You're exaggerating." Replied Garrus, but nobody was fooled. "She gets out of breath walking down the corridor, not to mention..." “BBBBURRRRRRPPPP"....... that." Miranda signed and took a deep breath. "Vakarian, even if I forget she is near immobile and a gas ball, she’s supposed to be an engineer. But now she isn't even that!" Indeed, Tali was standing next to a mess of thick wires and she even had a toolbox by her side. However, she was mostly preoccupied with stuffing herself with candy from a second bag, adding to the total mass of food and gas in her bloated tummy. "Something needs to be done, we're wasting resources..." The brunette was talking, but the scarred turian wasn't listening, instead looking over her shoulders with an uncertain face. Miranda paused when she felt a muscular, female arm wrap around her neck in a friendly manner. "I see you have a problem." Noticed Shepard cheerfully, but her hold seemed a little too strong and her eyes had a strange gleam. "Fortunately, I'm an expert at solving those. So, how about I deal with it and you... refrain from interfering. That sounds good?" "Y-yes." Replied the brunette, failing to keep her voice steady. She was painfully aware of how easily the spectre could snap her neck at that moment. "Great!" Shepard said and patted Miranda's shoulder. Then she made her way to Tali and clung on to her enormous booty. *** The Captain's quarters had undergone a metamorphosis. There were several new ventilating systems installed, along with a railing, and all rugs and some furniture removed. Besides that, there was an extra large single bed, several large containers and a special medical bot. It was there, specifically on the large queen-sized bed, that Tali had been spending her time for several days now and she was fairly happy with this arrangement. The blob of a quarian was sitting (mostly) and supported by several large pillows. Her humongous buttcheeks and equally fat legs were taking a majority of the mattress and her thick upper limbs were laying an avalanche of lard made from the two thick folds of her gut and were wrapped tightly around the ball of digesting food and compressed gas that was violently venting from both ends. Tali was halfway into a food coma as the bot was gently pressing her bloated tummy to help gas escape. It was quite normal, and nowadays the obese quarian was spending her time either sleeping or eating. Mostly eating. She snapped to reality a bit later when a smiling Shepard was laying next to her, and partially on top of her. "How's my girl?" Asked the spectre and from the pudgy face she received a lengthy blech in reply. "...uuuurrrppp... brekfast?" At that, the commander laughed and rubbed her second chin. "More like a lunch, but of course" Immediately the automaton set up a special folded counter and began serving food. Tali all but ripped into the first steak with her hands and teeth. She had abandoned the use of cutlery some time ago, besides her finger was becoming too thick for it. The pile of blubber barely started on the second dish, when wisps of fumes began leaking from between the two enormous beanbags. Once Tali went through the first courses and her face was already smeared with grease when Shepard spoke. "You know, I checked and you just reached 600 pounds. I'm impressed" Aside from chewing and burping, the commander received no answer. "But things are starting to get dangerous. That's why I decided to move you somewhere safe. Are you alright with it?" Asked the spectre sweetly and at that moment Tali hit her with rippling bleach directly to the face and a humid wave of flatulence from her bottom. The spectre was waving for a second to dispel foul gases but smirked. "I’ll take that as a yes.” *** Tali woke up rather abruptly, which was unusual. Likely due to a stranger near her and the horror of an empty stomach. "...is a growing girl." "I see that." Replied an unfamiliar, gentle voice and Tali looked at the source. In an airtight suit, next to Shepard, was standing a pretty, dark-blue asari with a nice smile and a hungry look in her eyes. "Hello Tali, that's Myan. She'll be taking care of you during your stay." The spectre informed her as she came to the purple blob and began folding her lard. Just then Tali realised she was in an unfamiliar place, but that hardly mattered to her now. "...hungry." Muttered Tali weakly, already feeling the dreaded emptiness inside. Shepard laughed and asari snickered. "I believe that’s my cue." Said the asari warmly and brought a cart that Tali hadn't noticed over to her side. It was loaded with her favourite goodies. Not a minute later the quarian was happily gorging herself and soon after her flatulence followed. Shepard was grinning and asari was cooing in delight looking at the shaking pile of blubber. "I'll take care of her like my own family. You don't need to worry Mrs Shepard." *** Time passed, quite a lot of time. Months even. The matron indeed acted with the care and warmth of a family member, often talking about her human bondmate next door, so large she had trouble speaking and had to be fed mostly by a funnel. Tali listened to her, sometimes even acknowledged her words, but cared for neither Shepard's absence nor the asari. She was far too busy eating. The mountains of food the obese quarian had been provided with had been bigger than ever before, which left little time for breathing let alone talking, and soon her purple body exploded with lard. Calling her massive cheeks beanbags had long since stopped being an exaggeration, instead becoming an understatement, as both meaty orbs weighed at least as much as turian and stretched wider than 4 adult krogan standing together. Myan was able to lay on the soft shelf and did so with great pleasure. Her lower limbs were two barrels of lard, each thigh wider than krogan, constantly touching, calves as thick as turian torso and their original shape unrecognizable. Her greedy stomach was now covering her knees, the two enormous folds were just a bit shy of being as thick as Mako tires. Meanwhile, her neglected breast managed to reach the size of ripe melons, still laughably small compared to the rest of her. Tali's arms were far weighted down by bingo wings that resembled ** pillows. Quarians had long necks, and after a long and brave struggle, her’s had disappeared, absorbed by young Zorah's thick second chin and torso. The former engineer's face had grown ridiculously soft and wide, her cheeks resembling dumplings more than anything else. Obviously, this state of affairs had its consequences. Mostly the torrents of gas that had been escaping from her mouth and backside almost the entire day long, and during the main meals even the excellent ventilation didn't stop the foul fumes from dominating the room. Even when asleep, they escaped from her body often with help of the bots and her host who worked hard to make sure Tali's tummy had enough space for the next feast. Tali's mobility was a thing of the past, weighing at least 800 pounds, and her lower half was firmly pinning her to the bed. It was fortunate that the asari had experience and the spectre was always prepared. Water, waste-disposal and medical systems had been installed along with a crane and other useful devices. So when Sheapd finally visited she had a hard time keeping herself in check at the sight of the lovely blob. The spectre didn't stay but kept on visiting irregularly, every time doing her best to remove any semblance Tali had to a person. As time went on, she started to stuff the quarian so hard that even the purple blob was concerned about exploding. Either from food or the sheer amount of gas generated by her gut. Then Shepard disappeared again. *** Tali was grunting and panting heavily despite the fumes released by her ass. The matron had gone somewhere and she couldn't reach the next box of ice cream. Though even if she could it was dubious that her sausage-like fingers covered in sweet goo could hold it. Then Shepard entered like she hadn't been absent for so long. To be honest Tali didn't really register the abandonment. Same with her strange smirking expression, and a literal glow in her eyes and... clones? "How's my piggy?" Asked the commander as she climbed the bed. It was much bigger than even a king-sized one, otherwise, the quarian would have long since overgrown it. The moment the human's hand touched the bloated gut a long hiss emanated from monstrous buttcheeks, making Shepard chuckle. "Can't whheeezze reach.... uuurrrrrppp.” Moaned the sentient mountain of lard. "I see here, let me help you." Replied the spectre. Meanwhile, her look-alikes were busy doing something, moving in equipment and familiar looking carts. "We're going to have so much fun together Tali. You can't even imagine." Purred Shepard-Prime as she fondled the purple folds of fat. Tali didn't listen, too busy cramming herself full of ice-cream with her bare hands. But it was true. Never, not now or before, could the quarian imagine what had already befallen her and what was in store for her. UUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

Not sure if there's enough WG inside to post it here but let's see how it goes. *** I need to focus. I don’t know what I’m doing in this ruined tower or even who I am. That repugnant creature, Gnarl calls me an “Overlord”, lord of Evil. What a joke. I can’t even properly interrogate it, my voice was all but robbed from me. Occasional phrases escaping my mouth sound like scraping metal and result in pain. Still, they, those minions gave me armour, shelter and food, as disgusting as it was. The axe in my hand… it seems familiar and Gnarl’s instructions, a clear set of goals are bring clarity. But not enough, that’s why I’m trying to note everything down in this derelict tome. I don’t recognize my own handwriting, but this thing should prevent me from missing something and I'll start to remember, given time. Let’s see how it goes… *** … yesterday I conquered two villages, slaughtered many sheep and hobbits with the finale being the death of a Hero. What started as a series of menial tasks from Gnarl turned into a regular battle against Halflings. That was good, as foggy as my past is, muscles remembered. As I was swinging my axe sticky with blood surrounded by the sound of battle I felt strange familiarity and comfort. At the same time, something was wrong. I hold no regrets over my actions, the ferocity of little folk. But that was the problem, the moment I saw them I recognized their kind and their action, this bloodthirst was wrong, against everything my mind was suggesting. Some of them were twisted, unrecognizable… The Hero, Marvin was bloated, fat, covered in disgusting mucus halfling and one bigger than myself. The fight against the corrupted hobbit wasn’t hard, but frustrating. His blubber was able to withstand many strikes and once he fallen… I rather not remind myself of the sludge he transformed into. Strangely enough, instead of satisfaction or disgust, I felt… sadness. The rest of the village surrendered, even the armed guards who minutes before had been attacking us like a bunch of zealots dropped weapons with fright in their eyes, their movements were sluggish like they had just woken up. It was also when I saw civilians – women, weaker males and children, they were rugged and thin, looking at me with a mix of fear and hope, strangely enough. I didn’t know what was happening and I had no desire to deal with this at that moment. I felt tired, very tired. After barking several orders to them and leaving some minions to… “oversee” them I went back to the human village. Despite his flattery, Archie was managing to hide his fear and discomfort well, I have to hand it to him. He almost immediately swore fealty of his village to me. We both knew that the mayor had little choice, but he managed to voice several "requests". Some of them I intend to meet. After returning to the Tower I went straight to bed, fortunately, I had managed to scourge some food decent from Marvin's kitchen so I don't need to eat whatever gruel, the minions are making. Today, I returned to both villages. Archie was managing quite well, the villagers after a good rest and meal seemed to be physically reinvigorated, repairing homes and tending to fields. I was surprised to hear that they were at no risk of famine. It would seem that more than stolen supplies they just needed to be free of raids and constant pillaging, even if they hadn't realized it. The fields were ridiculously fertile, crops were growing fast, unnaturally so. Livestock mirrored it. Stems of grain were noticeably longer than the day before, young lambs now looked almost fully matured, but were joined by a few newborns. At the same time, no animal seemed old or sick. I managed to question Gnarl about it. It would seem the surrounding area was saturated with natural magic which was the reason for this defeat of harvest. The area around hobbit village was as bountiful, which further begs the question of how much food Marvin and his rabble devoured daily. The burrows and houses seemed in slightly better shape than we had left them in and Halflings were more coherent. I was approached by an elder, who supported himself with a cane. He begged for the life of his people, explaining that that part of his people was either corrupted by the dead hero or were essentially slaves. He was promising servitude and compliance. Still, his voice and posture were calm and hobbits presented themselves better than human villagers. I accepted most of his terms, of course in a manner that made sure they knew their life depends on my mood. The damages were more severe than in the first village, but Halflings had bigger supplies of the workforce, food and materials. Not to mention unnaturally fertile fields. I left them with a few minions and took a small supply of food for myself. I also warned them that soon I would need men to help with the Tower. And cooks, they had an overabundance of those and as I had found out we had a big kitchen in the tower. Derelict but saveable. The chance for some edible food was probably the most positive thing to come out of this mess. *** Rose.... When a month after taking over two villages and surrounding areas, when I set out towards the crimson afterglow in the sky, I wasn't expecting to return with... woman. There we encountered raiders tainted with magic, fleeing peasants and monsters from beyond, but ultimately I feel like she is the only one worth mentioning in depth. She's different and I don't mean just her elegant appearance and manners, so different from the female villagers I encountered so far. First, she invited herself into the Tower, as if she owned it. Gnarl assumed I got myself a "mistress" and too, seemed to be impressed and amused. I wasn’t opposing. I'm not looking for a sexual release, let alone for a partner, but the situation was.... interesting. Despite her nonchalance, commanding presence and very, very good control I saw it when she had drawn my attention solely to herself and away from peasants. I saw rare and short hints of fear, but no hesitation. I decided to let things run their course. The next days brought the next revelations. Rose decided to begin organizing matters in the tower and in conquered areas. She began making projects of structures for governing and maintaining Order. I quickly learned that she had a fixation with Order, clear, but fortunately not obsessive. Of course, despite her bravado, every idea was first brought to my attention for acceptance. That was wise of her and I had to admit her ideas had a lot of merits. Sometimes, I needed some time to fully grasp them, but the ginger always helped me understand. Also despite the clever wording and realization, it didn't escape me that those projects would benefit my "subjects" in the end. I accepted most of them, so far. I like to think I'm pragmatic and fortunately, my new regime is still ruthless enough to befit The Overlord. That's another interesting fact about Rose. As long as something can be used to impose Order, and manage it, is fully accepted by the young woman. She isn't blind to minions' foul appearance or behaviour, but it's overshadowed by their sheer utility. Similarly with me. She hides it well, but still is clearly intimidated by me, but can't help working with me, because I'm not unreasonable toward her ideas and have the means to realise them. All this to enforce Order. I think she believes it to be the most beneficial thing for people. Despite being maintained by Lord of Evil. There were also more subtle and personal changes. Having somebody to talk with, well Rose was mostly talking, I limit myself to grunts of various kinds, only rarely I force myself to respond with words. I would like to, very much so, but speaking is still hard and painful. Still, the ginger spoke without grovelling or needless flattery, almost, and about thing interesting or at least useful. It's refreshing. Very much so. Enough that soon we started having meals together. My appearance put her off at first, not that I blame her, I look like somebody tore my skin into irregular strips and then melded back together, but surprisingly quickly Rose got used to it. I listen to her as she is explaining the newest assignments, numbers and the state of the world far away while we dine. As I learned Rose enjoys good food. It would seem that renovating the kitchen and taking several hobbit cooks was a good idea after all. The woman eats less than me, but it wasn’t saying much, then again she probably hadn't had access to decent fare for the last weeks. Despite her quite voluptuous figure, her dress was a bit loose in a few places when we had first met. I don't skimp on food for her, I even ordered some hobbits to bake and serve her sweets while she worked. The free room in her garments is quickly being filled back. Similar to other utilities, her chambers are more luxurious than mine. The Overlord or not, I prefer that somebody that useful, who works closely to me, have as many reasons to stay loyal as reasonably possible. That and Rose was clearly a Lady of high status, despite that she was capable and not afraid to take matters into her own hands. That’s why I couldn't help but feel respect for her. Of course, she thinks herself superior to the common man, but rather due to her intelligence than blood. It shows through the cracks, occasionally. Also, she was probably the most enjoyable addition to my life since my awakening. Her good mood affects me, despite her still somewhat questionable loyalty. I must be careful not to betray it too much. Rose is very much aware of her assets. Then again what do I really have to lose? I need to sleep, tomorrow we head out to the elven forest and I cannot help but feel unease. *** This week has me grinding my teeth in fury. We encountered a second Hero, Oberon Greenhaze, his body twisted more than Marvin's. Only his upper half remained, the rest of him is fused with a mighty tree, its roots sapping juices and magic from the land while being harder than steel. We managed to sever them in several weak points, but our true obstacle proved to be fairly shallow water. Minions have no ability to swim. That alone irritated me, but every time I look upon disfigured elf or hear his pained moan I feel my blood boil. I do not know why. Fortunately, we're continuing to steadily develop areas around the Tower and even began to plan rebuilds of castle Spree. Most importantly the main structure of the Tower was now fully rebuilt with added modifications and new areas according to mine and Rose's plans being constructed as I write. Rose proved to be able to magically link and speak through my helmet along with Gnarl just fine. I feared it would be distracting, but the ginger's comment proved to be a good counterbalance to ancient minion nagging. For better or worse, I believe we're warming up to each other. I rarely maintain the overly threatening facade, that I put up for others, when we are alone. Too much effort. Rose is now less insistent about shoving how useful and smart she is. Good because it was sometimes as annoying as villagers grovelling. Also, she sometimes slips about more personal details, for instance, I learned about her talent for arcane, inherited from her absent father. It is... nice. There is also a certain observation that I recently made about her. Her dress began to be dangerously tight around her bottom, chest and her middle which is now visibly rounded. When last time I saw her in wear that revealed her cleavage, the soft flesh was pouring out of it and yesterday I come by her chambers to discuss something I heard how she struggled to clothe herself. I didn't peek. It would seem that hearty, hobbit cooking and unchanging appetite after surviving the attack were having is affecting her. Or perhaps it was all those pastries that I have cooks baking for her... I must admit that all of it has... an effect on me. Rose is a very attractive young woman, to me much more than, hardly ugly, female villagers, which I had to admit the day we meet. I made sure to guard myself in that regard, but her softened figure seems to set something in me ablaze. Also, our shared meals are increasingly enjoyable, I didn’t take notice of it a first, but watching the ginger devour a meal suited for a grown man, with cutlery and implacable manners, is very… stimulating? ... today I stopped by the kitchen and asked cooks to try more varied pastries and meals as well as be even more attentive to the lady. Well "asked", even if by now they know I'm not the "shoot the messenger" person and I keep a leash on minions unless given correct reason, they steel experience a hefty dosage of fear at my sight. Good If all goes well, Rose won't be able to fit into any of her garments. Of course, I provide her with new ones, perhaps one on a loose side. I AM the Overlord, I'm supposed to abuse my power. *** The last days were better, marginally. Gnarl with Rose's help managed to locate and connect to teleport near the area where blue, amphibian minions were along with their nest. We landed on the outskirts of Haven's Peak, a large, heavily fortified city, which used to be connected by road to castle Spree. I can say with certainty that I hate undead. Minions are filthy, but most of them aren't actively rotting from the inside. And there's no glory in fighting forcefully reanimated corpses with no intelligence or those who just want to be put to rest. Then I learned there was an undead plague in the city, which is locked down. Which was fine, I had no desire to head there before dealing with Greenhaze. Then I learned it was being governed by The Paladin, Sir William the Black and things changed. Every time I hear this name I feel overwhelming bloodlust at this upright fucker. No, I still don't remember, but I do know that I hate this prick, and I'm now pretty sure I knew at least most of the Seven Heroes. Then we encountered a succubus. She didn't fit into the swamp, between the undead and locked city. But I don't believe she was there by accident, especially as we later ran into more of her kind. I intend to find out what is happening. Still, I was glad. The female seductress was a proper challenge in combat and I do admit that her appearance was a nice change of pace as well. At the back of my head, I felt Rose disapproving, but I ignored it, despite Gnarl's insistence and our increasing familiarity I made sure to keep my distance. We managed to get a blue hive, those minions, despite being the frailest so far, are insanely useful. And probably the cleanest. Then we proceeded to scour and secure the area. This was hard as every now and then a new group of undead was raising from the graves or from infected refugees, with occasional encounters with succubi. Even harder, as everything inside me had been screaming to get inside the city and twist William's neck. Being reasonable can be hard at times. On the upside, despite the ruthless measures I implemented to contain the infection in the refugee camp, people there already swore fealty to me. It would seem a Lord of the Evil who did something was preferable to a vain Hero. I cannot express how well it makes me feel. Another pleasant surprise come during yesterday's strategy session with Rose. For days before her clothes were visibly tight, constraining her movements and even breathing. But for all her talk of order and intelligence, Rose was a quite prideful woman and in this case in denial. But yesterday, when she leaned down, towards the map, her dress ripped, in several places at once — namely her bottom, sides and upper back. Rose immediately straightened, but this sudden move was a mistake, as it made several smaller rips into a few big ones, almost completely exposing her back and sides to the word. And there is quite a lot to be exposed. To my disappointment, her bountiful bosom remained fully covered, same with her round belly. It was the first time I saw Rose blushing and stuttering in embarrassment and I almost forgot about the Paladin. I did make an effort to appear to be looking away and even offered to get her seamstress. Grunting something affirmative and keeping strips of fabric in a place with her hands Rose quickly retreated. Still, I managed to catch multiple sights of supple flesh. That was a good day, interrupted strategy session notwithstanding. I managed to catch the seamstress, one of the former residents of castle Spree and one of few humans that were now living in new areas of the Tower. Capable, but terrified of me. Conveying that her Lady needed help resizing her dresses and probably several new ones were hard and painful, for both parties. Subtly ordering her to make them a tad oversized even more so. My throat seemed to be on fire for the rest of the day, worth it. I already saw the glimpse of the beautiful ginger in an alerted dress that fit comfortably and still had room to spare. I'm Overlord, but I'm also a man enjoying life's simple pleasures. And the next days promise more enjoyable experiences. We secured the area around Haven's Peak, hopefully, by tomorrow William's head will be mine. *** So... William and the upper echelons of the city were being controlled by the Queen of succubi and her cohorts. Why am not I surprised? We managed to make our way through the sewers and while I'm not some dainty noble, I spent after an hour in the newly constructed bath just to get the stench out. Heaven's Peak had seen better days. The "safe" areas were being patrolled by William’s knights, who despite different clothes, have a stench of foul magic akin to those invaders from castle Spree. On the other side of barricades roamed undead and near Citadel occasionally flew succubi. We successfully scouted and secured a large portion of the city and I just become an object of religious worship. Along the way, Rose admitted that William's wife-to-be was her sister. It was clear that her opinion of sibling was bad, to say the least. If my sister would decide to marry Sir William, I too would be ashamed of them. Still, amongst insults to her sister, Velvet there were notes of concern. Then we found an inn, which doubled up as a secret whorehouse, which doubled up as a succubi hideout where their queen was residing. Since my awakening in the Tower I hadn't had such a fulfilling battle. It was glorious, not to mention beneficial, the death of their queen left sex-fiends in chaos and stopped the active spread of the magical plague. Soon we march on the Citadel, where resides William and Rose's sister. My “advisor”, when not speaking about matters at hand, is making subtle inquiries about the "incident" and her appearance. Every time I nod and grunt to confirm that she’s still attractive, but carefully avoid questions about her weight... probably will have to deal with it, sooner than later. *** I cannot describe how satisfying it was to split William's torso with my axe. As extra his shouts jogged bits of my memory, nothing concrete, just flashes and feelings, but it affirmed my disdain for the Paladin. Unfortunately, my triumph was soured by following the family drama, which waited behind the next door in the form extremely beautiful woman, in a skimpy garment stretching seductively on a king-sized bed... Velvet is an incredibly attractive woman, enough to rival the Queen I slew. It's no surprise how she wormed her way into William's bed. Almost immediately she began making her advances on me and I won’t lie I was feeling myself getting flustered. She was interrupted by Rose, who right away began arguing against bringing Velvet with us and I couldn't tell if it was because she saw her as a threat to her position, simply hated her presence or was just jealous The black-haired beauty comments, those about Rose letting herself go, and Gnarl graciously informing us that, thanks to our modification, we could, technically, accommodate a second "Mistress" weren’t helping in a bit. Even Rose with her love of Order and logic had a hard time controlling herself. What I did then was both harder and more painful than any battle that day. I forced my voice to be clear and well heard, damage to it and helmet took care of threatening tones. I commanded that Velvet is going to be a "guest" under constant "protection", inside a remote area of the Tower and would be questioned about what had happened in the city. I also added that her accommodations would be under the control of Lady Rose. The ginger wasn't happy but agreed and retreated to teleport with a grimace. For a second, Velvet's face twisted into something so foul I couldn't help but be impressed, but beyond whining, she offered no resistance as she was being moved with the bed. Replacing Rose with her sister or even assigning her with a similar position wasn't an option. The plump woman is simply too good of an organizer. Oh, I have no doubt that Velvet is far more intelligent than Rose is giving her credit for. She wouldn't come so far on her looks alone, no matter how disarming her beauty is. I can’t have her roaming free, she would get into another trouble and Rose, in a roundabout way, would have me help. Killing her was an option, but despite their animosity, I doubt my advisor would be happy about slaying her sister. In the end, having Rose willing to help and in debt to me was more productive. That and I despite opportunist parasites like Velvet. When I exited the Citadel a flock of succubi landed before me but didn't attack, instead looking indecisively, some with anger, all with fear. One stepped forward and bowed on her knee giving me an ample view of her cleavage. It was hard but I managed to focus on her head. She offered their loyalty in exchange for sparing them. Before I could reply another woman lunged at her with curses, the bowing one tried to stop her but was too slow. I wasn't. The next second, the attacker was lying face-first in the dirt with my axe next to her head, bleeding from where I ripped out her wings. Once again, I was forced to strain my throat, which further dampened my mood. I informed them that I would gladly accept their offer as long as they remain true to their word and their feeding won't impair my subjects. Also, I made clear that any of their kind, who wouldn’t submit and then threaten anything in my realm, would meet consequences. Of course, I worded and spoke it that way which made sure all seductresses were paler than normal and some looked ready to faint. In the end to make sure to make my point about aggression clear I stomped on the head of my would-be-killer. Once, it was enough. Then I barked some orders and they dispersed accordingly. We went to the city, where I was summoning and assigning posts to minions and left organizing this mess to the leader of the refugee camp. He had proved to be quite capable. Finally, I returned to the tower. It was a fruitful and quite satisfying day but the battle fever was wearing off, a tiredness setting in the place. Worst of all my throat reached a new level of fiery torment. On the way to my chambers, I stumbled on Rose. The ginger still looked grumpy, but she was calm and explained that she accepted my decision, but we would have a talk about our new quest. Then she left with her usual strut, which gave me a wonderful look at her enlarged buttocks and hips. It made me even forget about my agonizing throat. “our guest”… huh. *** It has been days since William’s death, busy days and with no end in sight. It’s no surprise, Haven’s Peak is no farming village, it’s the biggest city in hundreds of miles. Securing it, rebuilding even only the most serve of damages takes is taking time, even with an ever-expanding army of minions. Not to mention all those people, many of them wounded and unable to work. I probably could simply put them out of misery, but dead are no use, not to mention gratitude and respect mixed with fear are better than fear alone. Finally new “recruits”. So far the succubi were proving themselves to be useful and execute orders to the latter. A few give me bad looks, and a few tired to use their wiles at me, but beyond those cases and “reprimands”, they seem to be settling in nicely. And they made for entertaining sparring partners. Unsurprisingly, they are a curious race. In some aspects more individualistic even than humans, their solidarity extends only to immediate family or friends, but unless a royal isn’t in command they don’t give a damn about the collective. Perhaps because every succubus can technically repopulate entire species. … I do not know how I know that. That entire organization, rebuilding… I hate it, it’s driving me crazy with restlessness. I do have a lot of duties all of them were mind-bogglingly boring, interrupted only by sparring. I know it’s important, that progressing further without stabilising our positions would be idiotic. I know that and Rose does not need to remind me every time I grunt in disappointment. She on the other time has the time of her life, making sure all affairs, reconstruction and organization are and remain Orderly. … the issues with the ginger are now, mostly, resolved. The next day after we conquered the city, she joined me during breakfast. We went over plans for Heaven’s Peak, she also admitted that having her sister we can watch her is probably a good idea. Of course, Rose was constantly reminding me that the raven-haired woman isn’t to be trusted. I also noticed that she was just playing with cutlery instead of actually eating. That was troubling. Yes, it’s equally important, to me. Then I spend hours in the ruined city, dealing with matters at hand. I returned tied and with three succubi, which in turn soured Rose’s mood, as she was waiting near teleport. The seductress made wicked smiles, which dropped as soon as I informed them that the plump woman was second only to me. Fortunately, as I asked her, Rose waited for me with interrogating Velvet. That affair felt like pooling teeth. The vain woman had spent her entire day, settling in and abusing minions. Only they were assigned to her. She wasted the entire conversation trying to seduce me, it was harder to resist than I had predicted, and throwing occasional, comments about her sister. Most about her current state and how she was a know-it-all. Ultimately, I didn’t learn anything new. Velvet knew more and realized it. I was really tempted to use some of that torture equipment we got from the caste. During dinner, I and Rose settled a few matters. The succubi would answer directly to her unless I requested their aid, their abilities more useful in manipulation than battle, at least for now. After we dealt with all matters I wanted to head to sleep when Rose asked about her weight. I nearly fell from my seat. I had braced myself… and answered truthfully. About how much she has grown, that her new dresses, not too long ago oversized, clung tightly to her, that her belly was now a small, doughy mound that jiggled alongside her enlarged chest and round ass. Rose was stunned and, I was a hard time believing what was seeing, about to cry. Then, without thinking, I began talking about how much it fits her, how beautiful she looks with new flesh. How much her new looks were more charming than her sisters. That was the gist of it, but I don’t remember exact words and my voice sounded like a crow’s squawking. I couldn’t decipher her expression, her softened cheeks were slightly flushed. Rose flashed a smile and excused herself, her bottom swaying wildly as she escaped. I caught myself being genuinely concerned about her. …perhaps things aren’t as boring as I wrote. *** A few days ago I stumbled upon a peculiar situation. The insides, of Rose’s bedchamber, were filled with blankets and pillows. On those sat Rose, all succubi that were assigned to the Tower and a few women handpicked to help around. The entire group was tipsy if not outright **. I walked within earshot when one of the seductresses was ** pouring her woes about lack of proper romance. That all men, once she tries to get emotionally engaged, run away faster than when they learn she’s a sex-feeding fiend. All of the succubi nodded at that and soon all other solidary agreed that all men are pigs before the toast. How they didn’t notice me? They were preoccupied and without my armour, I can move quite quietly. Besides, I limited myself to watching the situation unfold in the reflection of a polished wall. Then one handmaiden commented how at least Rose managed to get herself a solid catch. I admit for some reason I wanted to crush somebody’s skull with bare hands. Then I heard a familiar snort. Rose began that talking that sure that hunk wasn’t the simpleton and brute, she had taken him for (it was when I realized she was talking about me), that she had a decent head on his shoulder, for a man, that he ogled her regularly even with (here she slapped herself on her soft belly and I suddenly felt as blood rushed to a certain part of my body), but in the end, there was only business between them. Worse he was complimenting her looks even now, with her boob-monster of a sister next door to them, but he still wouldn’t take a hint. One of the succubi laughed and laid down resting her head on the soft tummy of my advisor, who suddenly resembled her namesake even more. I heard muffed reassurances, claims about me being dense and promises of help. Her sentiments were echoed by all participants who suddenly were squished next to her. Did I mention, that most of the women inside were quite moderately clothed? I retreated as quietly as I could. One I didn’t know how much I couldn’t handle female sisterhood. Two I had some… things to think about… and I needed a shower, a cold one. *** The work around the city is continuous, but on a positive note, all renovations of the Tower are now complete. Even Gnarl seemed to be moved, speaking in a teary voice about all the Evil to be done from here. Rose seemed to regain her appetite and I noticed a rather… unique way she had been eating lately. The ginger is testing my self-control. Courting… So far I rejected the idea out of potential manipulations, and betrayal, and really… what do I have to lose? I had a feeling weaponry wasn’t a proper gift for ladies of those lands. Just flowers and beautiful items are not enough and just not fit for Rose. During dinner, I presented her a bouquet of roses and a draft of a project – an office of standardization which would begin working in Heaven’s Peak and make sure measures, quality and quantity of items met one universal standard. Never before had I seen her speechless, then she looked at me with genuine awe and… hugged me. It… felt strange… but nice. Good thing I had enough time to shed the armour before the meal. The next day she invited me to a late dinner in her quarters. My mind jumped to… specific conclusions, but once I cooled off after tangling with minions against human and succubi trainees I forced myself to approach it tactically. Going into battle with assumption was an easy way to death, therefore I did my best to get my head out of the gutter. I went to her chambers in good clothes, or at least the cleanest, non-armoured clothes I had, with enough food on a trolley for both of us(and then some more). Rose greeted me and led me, surprisingly to the bedchamber with her usual strut, although now she had much more to strut with. We sat on her bed, trolley near it and it was the first time I saw her openly nervous, and hesitant. She started talking and words began pouring out of her mouth like a waterfall. I learned about her turbulent family history, her rise to the prestigious position by her own merits while her sister whored herself to privilege( not my words). Then I learned that she indeed tried her hand at romance before, only to be disappointed. Possible candidates were either fools, saw her as a pretty face, or both. Then Rose started talking about how we met and our cooperation, and… it seemed she had genuine, romantic feelings towards me. I tried to express myself as best as I could, but while I got better doing it here, my speech left a lot to be desired… But it worked, it had to because the next thing I know Rose is telling something about the finer point of running an Evil domain and we’re tearing clothes off each other I had worries about how I would fare with lacking memories. But once again my instinct kicked in in the heat of the moment, although cramming Rose's mouth with pasties I had bought was an improvisation. Very successful improvisation, considering the militaristic analogies she was shouting. Waking up in bed, next to somebody, was surprisingly pleasant. We talked, honestly and openly. One of the issues we tackled was her weight. I admitted that I enjoyed watching her grow its effect, I admitted I enabled it. That resulted in an elbow jab to my ribs and a confused smile on Rose's rose face. Then I noted that we both know she enjoyed feasting. Before she could oppose, I grabbed a pastry that had survived the pogrom the day before and put it in the ginger's mouth, then argued that appetit... gluttony isn't counterproductive to Order. It was neutral, its affiliation depending on circumstances. Rose swallowed the large sweet and with some reluctance accepted the rezoning, but said it would to unbecoming of a proper Mistress to be fat. Mistress... I suppose she is one now. At that, I nearly laughed. I'm the Overlord, I dictate what's proper and what's not. I'm going to pamper my Mistress and feed her with the best, most decadent foods. I'm going to clothe her growing, supple body in finest silks as her body outgrows her old garments, time and time again. Rose going to be the pinnacle of beauty, not because she follows some fashion, diet, no. She's going to be the pinnacle of beauty because with her soft curves, and round belly, she IS my Mistress and she SETS what beauty means to be. I expressed that sentiment to my partner snuggling her as gently as I was able to. I received a playful slap on my torso accompanied by a laugh. The meal, that I had brought the day before, didn't go to waste. Heated with careful, fire magic, dinner that was fit for three men, was devoured by a young woman, leaving only poor remains. Rose was lying on the bed, her expression a unique mix of pain and pleasure. Where once had been a soft, fleshy pillow, was something akin to a small, regular boulder wrapped in smooth, pink skin, interrupted by fresh, red lines. Soon after, the overfed ginger slipped into a nap. I put on clothes, ignoring rips and missing buttons. For a preacher of Order, Rose could be surprisingly savage. On the way to the armoury, I caught one of the maids and ordered her to prepare the Lady a fresh set of clothes and wait to be summoned. It was a good day, a very good day. Even an increasingly throbbing throat and dealing with organizing the city didn't manage to dampen my mood. *** The renovations of Heaven's Peak are coming to an end, at least ones needing my direct attention. I must admit, as daunting as it had been, I cannot help but feel pride in what we managed to accomplish. The city's walls are all but the whole, bodies taken care of, streets clean of rubble, most important structures are repaired, a skeleton of structures and Order established, even for succubi. The seductresses seem somewhat confused, due to the way they were being handled, but performing well, some of them quite happy to be delegated to more complex duties. I'm personally quite proud of the fledging city guard. As useful and loyal minions are, some issues need a more huma- personal approach (I managed to convince 3 hobbits and a succubus to join). I also weeded out the most troublesome or vocal of William's supporters, that remained. They provided quite useful - proper, public executions can be quite an attraction. Thought those events are secondary to me. My relationship with Rose is progressing nicely, even if we both are hopelessly out of our depth. Though I'd like to think we make due, I officially moved to her quarters. I'm getting to know more personal details about her and Velvet, a more vulnerable side of her. Her absent father wasn't just some spellcaster, but the Wizard, one of the Heroes to vanquish my predecessor. I understand her reluctance in sharing it, but the only consequence is a clearer image of her magical potential. I'm trying to share my musings and what rags of memories that I managed to get back. It's hard, in more ways than one as my voice still is barely working. We do clash on a few topics. Rose wants me to act more... sophisticated, noble-like, which isn't likely. Being Overlord aside, I'm a warrior above all, and nobles, in the majority, were little more than silk-wearing parasites. Rose was against resuming her magical studies, supposedly due to the unpredictable nature of the arcane, but I'm convinced it's because of her father. Also, she's not happy, about laxity in several policies. Still, those mostly aren't relationship issues. The main problem, if it can be called that, is that we often simply don't know what to do and shows of affection, always private, sometimes feel awkward. Another certain improvement was Rose's appetite, which not only returned but keeps growing. Some with her body, her round belly expanded the most, forward and sideways, forming two thick rolls on both sides. Her lovely bottom, fertile hips, and now touching thighs are following suit, even if a bit less, and normal chairs are becoming narrow, armchair confining. My Mistress is now as wide as I without armour but unlike me deliciously soft. Her perky breasts grew less eagerly than the rest of her curves but were now noticeably bigger than Velvet's. There are lovely layers of flesh around her forearms and calves. The neck thickened and shortened, partially thanks to a roll of adipose that was now located under the shapely jaw. Above it, a beautiful face now much softer with round cheeks. It's increasingly hard to keep my focus on other things than her soft, wobbling body when we're together. Rose, meanwhile, is becoming more confident with her growing form, in fact, nowadays she seemed to take pride in it. Very good. I think I can safely claim partial credit for her lavish form. At every opportunity, I remind, now very expanded, kitchen staff to provide Rose with pasties and snacks between meals. I, myself, always arrive at every meeting with a hefty supply of treats. But I don't stop here, Rose did abandon the leash of her appetite, but during every meal, I encourage her. When she sits near me after meals, stuffed and ready to leave, I gently, or as gently as I can, whisper to her, putting the next portions next to her mouth. Rose nags, declines but eats until her belly gets as tight as a drum and with every day bigger. What happens next depends on the circumstances, I either led her to a comfortable, cushioned couch with a desk or I carry her to our bed if the hour is late. In the latter case, quite frequently, the curses addressed at me and moans of discomfort are joined by moans of pleasure. Sex is too, a great opportunity, I expanded upon my idea from the first night with great results. Rose complains about my action, how I made her blow up like a pig. But neither her eyes, expression, or even expression fit her words. Especially as the ginger slaps her bottom. ... I'm happy. I can genuinely say that I'm happy. I think I would be able to reign my thirst for battle and wanderlust and focus on governing what I have here... if that was a feasible option, that depended only on me, and if my memories weren't missing and tied to the Heroes. Seeing as manufacturers are reopened I commissioned a portable throne... or rather a very comfortable, portable couch and similar carriage. Both are designed to be large enough to seat three of me on cushions. Of course, they are being made for Rose and only Rose. Am I being overly optimistic? - maybe. But I prefer to say I'm thinking prospectively. Besides both of us, I and Rose, are consequential when reaching a goal and neither stops halfway. Of course, there are a few snags. Gnarl's lecherous comments make me sometimes wish I could afford to behead him. Though, some of them were quite spot-on, especially those about her growing body. There are some high-borns from Heaven's Peak that I agreed to spare, they're vexing. But, them I can and will kill should they become too much trouble. The only actual snag is Velvet. Several days after her arrival and deliberation, I assigned her servants, only females and one succubus, the calmest and so far most reliable I have to oversee them all. That last move proved to be correct. Velvet almost imminently began to "befriend" her servants, almost as quickly she began to subtly undermine my authority and set maids from diffrent shifts against each other. According to my spy, the raven-haired woman is good, but her mannerism leaves some to be desired. That and in moments of flustration murmured and occasionally shouted what was on her mind. Velvet does it when she thinks she is alone or when there are only minions to abuse. Another mistake. What I learned confirmed that it was good that I isolated and supervised her. Funnily enough, some of her ideas were shallow even by the standards of succubi. I did try to interrogate her again, with no results. Well, there is one, with her constant flirting, her beauty seems deeply shallow. Nonetheless, I tried to reconcile the sisters. Perhaps, it's unfit for lord of Evil, but somewhere in the back of my head, something is always nagging me that family should not quarrel. Rose was reluctant but agreed if only to settle some matters with her siblings. After a tense meal full of jabs and indirect insults, the meeting ended with Velvet mocking Rose's weight, accomplishment and taste in men. Fortunately this time my Mistress was much more composed and her newfound pride in her expanding body allowed her to redirect Velvet's words. It was a good thing because I almost wrangled the whore's neck. Later, when we lay in bed and Rose's belly was stuffed with food, we agreed that we would postpone any family reunions. I have a certain idea, that should knock Velvet a peg or two. But It needs to be better prepared. Tomorrow, we'll begin clearing road between the Heaven's Peak and castle Spree. It's the last major task before returning to the elven forest. *** I and minions went to the temple of Mother Goddess, which led to one of the magical roots. We weren't there first, a few men in the outfit of thieves/scavengers and a single woman in ruberian jewellery. There was something familiar about her, but they disappeared almost imminently so I can't say anything for sure. We made our way through ghosts and occasional thieves, all meeting the same fate. When we reached the main chamber the ruberian woman was there with a gigantic man, larger even than me. Soon they disappeared with a familiar many-eyed creature. But I caught their names Jawel and Khan. Those sound familiar and... bring emotion like through fog I seem to remember something. We severed the root and returned to the Tower. As much as I wanted to face Greenhaze, I needed to be fresh and rested for that. That evening I watched Rose who lay next to me. There was quite a lot to admire as my partner weights now about 20 stones, making her the heaviest woman I know of. And by whatever gods are out there, does that new flesh settles beautifully on her. I decided to present my idea to her. Succubi can influence people's minds, even of those not attracted to them. It can be hard and they could use practice, Velvet... so proud of her appearance and mocking her sister's supple body... Rose jabbed me and accused me of just wanting to see Velvet get fat. I didn't deny the sentiment, but I denied it is the only reason. I told her to imagine her sister being as large as she is now and Velvet's reaction to it. My dear Mistress agreed. *** Today I killed Oberon Greenhaze. He begged me to do this. I knew and respected Oberon Greenhaze. I don't remember Oberon Greenhaze, but I knew and respect him. I killed him. I sat alone on the bed in our bedchamber without a helmet when Rose came in. She sat next to me, silent. Then I felt a little better. A little. *** It was over two weeks since I killed the third hero. Fortunately, I had enough reason left to bark orders back then, before retreating to chambers and Rose was able to handle the day-to-day running of my realm just fine. So everything had been proceeding good and minions made a few secured outposts in this cursed forest. I needed those days to calm down and to think. Between being a new Overlord and my hatred toward William I assumed I had been a soldier of some note working for my predecessor. Now... I'm not sure. Of course, my absence was noticed. But we managed to masterfully pass it off as a test/provocation. Two nobles wanted to ignite a rebellion, the moment the "chance" appeared. No peasant returned a call to arms, instead turned them to city guard on a silver plate. I was pleasantly surprised by succubi who firmly supported me and subtly quelled doubts. Probably thanks to the edict which put their species on equal footing with others and forbade prosecution. As far as I know, we're the only ones to do so. In my lands, all species are equally, equally exploited and subservient to me. There are other benefits of conquering the forest. We cleared the way to catacombs which led a little beyond it. Oberon's death destroyed the tree with which he had been fused, opening patch to mountains, the land of dwarfs. The forest itself proved to be rich, in princess herbs useful in various drugs. Some to even helpful in arcane as informed me Rose, who is slowly familiarizing with magical tomes we... reclaimed. There's also the fact that the influx of duties was a challenge even for my Mistress, which led to stress eating. Even without my prompting Rose always was chewing on some cookie or other pastry, her belly inflated with constant snacking. I am fairly sure watching her fatten herself like that was almost as good for my mood as her angry pep talk. Rose was no longer just 20 stones, the smooth rolls that were forming from her belly and equally enlarged rest of her confirmed that. Besides, I have her often enough laying or sitting on me to say that. But Rose isn't the only one who grew larger. The succubi weren't ide, the three of them in need of training are doing their best to please me. As vain as Velvet is, she had been carefully watching what and how much she had been eating. For the last week or so, it hasn't been the case. Just yesterday we watched her stuff herself with éclairs. Rose may blame my male desire for putting a spying spell in her sister's room, but I saw how she was beaming when Velvet abandoned her manners to cram pastries into her mouth, not to mention other opportunities to point out her duplicitous nature. The raven-hared woman already appeared softer, even if only slightly. Soon, we began marching into dwarven lands. I have only limited information about that area, but I have a feeling it's going to be a pain. *** Sometimes I hate being right. Dwarves are a worthy foe, almost every member of their race is proficient in battle. But gigantic, monster slugs were vexing and ** dwarves are even more vicious, but... they aren't immune to other effects of drink. Fighting surrounded by vomit and piss is neither pleasant nor overly glorious. Discovering elven slaves was a surprise, worrying one. The mountain dwellers never, in known history, kept slaves. We freed them and transported them back to the forest. Their gratitude mixed with fresh humiliation keeps them from disputing our presence there. Good, I wouldn't have bothered but elves have one useful quality. They have enormous knowledge of the arcane and mundane. Rose already has people recording their relations. Of course, even at such early stages, we managed to amass quite a lot of gold. I keep that fact quiet, for obvious reasons. For now, we secured outside areas, but I want to entrench our forces here before moving father. I rather not be caught by dwarfs flanking me through some secret tunnel. Meanwhile, back...huh... back home things weren't frozen. There's an entire assortment of new drugs based on forest herbs. I won't list them, as most of them have quite typical applications, if more potent. But what is interesting is a revival of old ailment for expecting women, sometimes used for growing pains. It makes the body more stretchy, and harder to hurt as it is being pulled, though it caused a bit of numbness in the body. I immediately ordered it to be sprinkled inside the Mistress's meals and oils with those herbs to be used while massaging her. At first, I was sceptic, but after three days of spiked meals, her stuffed gut was able to grow noticeably bigger and rounder. I was honestly afraid Rose may burst, for a moment. I'm fairly sure she knows about it but enjoys it in her own way. One elf, who got talking about their medicine, let slip a titbit about a mixture which is used to increase appetite in fussy children. I have people investigating it. Velvet's reconditioning is going well. She stuffs herself, without care, during meals and is carelessly snacking with snacks, provided all day long. Very buttery ones. We had to replace her corset, last the seductress to recognise how much her bust and belly grew. Interestingly enough she isn't the only one. Some women from Heaven's Peak and residing in the Tower seem to have packed on a few stones as well. Even one or two succubi seem bigger than when we meet. I have my suspicions, but it can be just a result of better access to food. Besides, it's rather a dicey subject and I may be the Overlord, but I'm not without reason. Now, I have to finish. We're about to storm the first proper fortifications. *** The last few days were tiring, but satisfying. Only dwarves something as ridiculous and amazing as distillery and city in one, which was more fortified that their borders. It was our first clash with their proper military. It was glorious, they attacked us without mercy, with a desire to cush us. Their resistance and frenzy were only increasing as we were going deeper into the mountain. Now, I have a strong head, but the fumes inside were making me hazy and I'm still surprised the entire place didn't blow up with all fire I was casting around. Unfortunately, the phase of pleasant daze passed me, instead, a killer hangover hit me the moment we were back in the fresh air. Nonetheless, our offensive was a great success. We slaughtered opposing forces and secured "the beer keg", which provided us with significant resources and was a great blow to the dwarves. I would probably call it the day, I and my minions were tired, but the elves near the entrance to Goldo's place informed me that thieves were spotted, likely trying to steal the statue of Mother Goddess. That energized me. I don't like thieves, I do not like people stealing my spoils even less. Not to mention it was no mere piece of ornament. Mother Goddess was a deity with real influence, and her statue was a powerful tool, at the very least political. Besides, the gold-loving king shut herself in the fortress. Using arcane I revitalized myself and strengthened my forces. We pressed forward slicing through beasts and dwarfs alike. It was gruelling crossing and I barely took note of Gnarl's words about "cunning plan". When we reached the would-be temple we encountered a familiar many-eyed creature... and a flame titan who killed it. Unlike the teleporting beast, we proved too much for the rocky giant. Only then, I did allow myself to inspect the sculpture. It wasn't what I had expected. Either the author had similar tastes to myself, which would mean elves can be quite sensible, or the Mother Goddess is large and in charge. True the presented woman was smaller than Rose, but more heavy set than any elf and most human women. My musings were interrupted by Gnarl. His plan was quite ingenious and I ordered as many minions as possible inside the hollow statue. We didn't have to wait long, another arcane monster appeared and teleported the artefact. I oversaw securing the most important spoils, before summoning more forces with orders to secure the area. I was barely able to walk up, even my magically-enhanced body was at its limits. Luckily nobody noticed, save Rose. The moment she saw me the Mistress began complaining about me being reckless and stinking of beer. The ginger was poorly hiding concern in her voice. As she guided me to the bathroom, my mind and eyes were wandering. Mostly around the beautiful woman before me. Her trademark strut was gone, she was simply too fat to move otherwise than by waddle, which set her flesh into motion. I heard her rapid breathing, moving at a mild pace from chamber to chamber was enough to make her pant. So far Rose is declining to be carried or even assisted with walking by servants, but that's only a matter of time. I don't know how I arrived in the room with steaming water, I was hypnotized by two large, jiggling orbs to which fabric clung tightly. That ass is big enough to squash a few minions to death and even seats fit for my armoured bulk are a bit too small for it. The Mistress, red from the effort, helped me to peel off my armour, it wasn't much of assistance, but I wouldn't have it otherwise. Soon we both were naked and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Rose's gut is almost as wide as her fertile hips, which are larger than I with armour on. The fleshy mountain is made from two, incredibly thick rolls, divided by a shallow pit and sticks about a foot forward from her body. On it are lying two breasts almost as large as her head and beautifully round, with rose nipples. Her forearms had large sacks of fat hanging from them, into which her elbows were almost absorbed. All of this is supported by thick, juicy thighs, wider than her waist had been when we first meet. Once sharp cheekbones were replaced by round, large cheeks and the Mistress almost no longer has a neck to speak off. Her second chin expanded incredibly, thickening by several fingers. Last month’s made my lover blow into awe-inspiring proportions. We stumbled into the batch, spilling an impressive amount of hot water. As large as it was, with my large size and Rose's incredible, soft, supple flesh, we fit together tightly, our bodies pressed together. It was an incredible opportunity, my Mistress looked insanely alluring covered in soapy water, but I was too tired and even excitement was failing against my heavy eyelids. We tried to clean ourselves quickly, with little success. I exited first and opened the drain without thought. Rose called me before I even moved a step, the ginger looked annoyed and embarrassed. She couldn't stand up, in a deep, slippery bath, on her own. As delicately as I could I grabbed her, which wasn't easy, and lifted her. I could feel every single of my sore muscle scream as I assisted her outside. This time I helped her with a towel. Then we went to our bedchamber where we almost immediately fell asleep. However as my mind was drifting away, I couldn't help but compare my lover to carefully labelled bags of gold I took from dwarven land. Yes, Rose is clearly over 30 stones. Over 30, beautiful, soft stones. *** Training minions, as much as a chore it is, brings results. When I got back to the mountains the crude, but effective fortification had been set. It improved my already good mood. That day started very well, with Rose breaking her seat. The chair near the desk where she kept and used her cosmetics had been scavenged from castle Spree, and too small for her meaty rump for some time now. I have felt the ginger as somewhat attached to it, enough to stand it wedging to her body. It was good carpentry, but that morning when Rose tried to turn toward me on it. the piece of furniture cracked and broke into pieces. I can count on finger times Rose got so flushed This time I didn't waste the opportunity and moved my obese beauty toward the bed, which affirmed my diagnosis from the day before. Her sitting on me with that soft rump, then bouncing there with me even more, cemented it. Anyway, it wasn't the end of pleasant surprises. Once thieves were removed from the area the door to Goldo's fortress opened. This time Hero's delusions worked in our favour. Taking about over the external fort wasn't easy, but preferable to the weeks-long siege I had been expecting. Fighting Goldo riding his "pet" was flustrating, dangerous and unfulfilling, the same was killing the dwarven king. Deeper in the Keep we found Golderson's treasury, and... elven women, only ones I encountered so far, likely last ones in this part of the world and imprisoned behind a chasm. But before I could think about the situation the mountain began shaking. We could take females or gold. I choose females. I have no particular love for their kind, but an entire tribe of them with such debts to me and likely soon an entirely new generation of arcane species loyal to me was much more profitable than gold. Gold... gold doesn't spoil or rust, and can be dug out again. It was time for the boring part. What followed was reminiscent of hobit village and very different at the same time. We were approached by dwarves, including remains of the military, feed from whatever magic was working through Goldo and thanked us for freeing them. But those weren't peaceful and placid hobbits. The mountain folk was stubborn, battle-ready, greedy and kept grudges, magical corruption or not. They told me, in no uncertain terms, that they're thankful, but we should leave, preferably after repairing damage and returning gold. I would have to had to correct the soldier's assumptions about his situation, but we heard shouts and saw a second group approaching. On its front was a muscular woman with an impressive axe and an unusually lean, old dwarf, in grab that betrayed him as a craftsman of some sort. Their group, was mostly women, not looking any more fragile than males and craftsmen, plus members of other guilds. They weren't happy. The woman tore into the lead soldier, her husband apparently, which quickly turned into a shouting match. The lead craftsman meanwhile approached me and cordially asked me about the situation. As much as it pained me to, literally, I explained, in detail, honesty. He only nodded, then gestured to the now combating couple and asked to return me to leave them for a while, to resolve internal conflict. An hour later I and Rose sat near the familiar woman and craftsman, as well as the newly chosen, young leader of the military, discussing terms. Those three knew they were beaten, but tried to make the most of their situation, for all of their people. I could respect that. Now comes the time to entrench and rebuild, while the brown minions sent with the stature look for teleport. We're helping elves settle back into the forest, and make settlements. Strangely enough, their woman, save for flowery language and occasional bouts of melancholy, have much more practical, down-to-earth characters. So much so that I demanded that our elven proxy be female. Rose fully supported me, she was tired of their depression. The pointed-eared females seem to also develop some strange fascination with my Mistress, observing her large body from afar. But things were going wll, especially now we have competent enough people to delegate. Allowing me to focus on more important to me matters. Most of the free time I spend with Rose, when possible at least. That often included a secluded location and filling her with hearty food until her soft tummy became tight as a drum and as heavy as a boulder. With every day there seemed to be more of her to go around. But not only her. The ginger's sister was now officially fat and even magic wouldn't keep her in denial. Velvet's fat settled in her breast, just a bit smaller than her head and her ass which now overflew most of her chairs. Her belly also expanded outward, but much less than the rest of her curves. Oh... she was far behind Rose, but her blubbery form was unmistakable, making her shriek every time looking into a mirror. The best part, she can't stop herself. Velvet stuffs herself during every meal, cursing everyone, she cursed everyone and orders more pastries until she is about to burst. I hadn't thought there was something like hate-eating, but I was proved wrong. I also made a small investigation into a female weight-gain trend in Heaven's Peak and the Tower. Not that I minded it, but I don't like being in the dark. I asked the succubus that was now a permanent resident in the Tower about it, she also put on several stones. The blonde seductress grinned and slapped her potbelly, I managed to remain focused on her face, barely. She confirmed my suspicions, namely the eligible female population wanted to gain my favour, ideally even replacing Rose. Futile. Though, the blonde seductress also hinted that it's a form of subtle female rebellion combined with a chance to treat themselves. At that I only nodded, I'm not stupid enough to claim to comprehend females. Then I asked about her and her companions, they too were heavier. Did they want to get into my bed? She grinned and hinted at the possibility(No. Rose gets surprisingly well with them nowadays, but if I even suggested it...), before adding a little more serious that's mimicry, at least partially. Her species change appearance according to the desires of the surrounding population, within a certain limit and not consciously. However, it was an actual change, not an illusion. I'm the Overlord, even putting aside boast of incredible willpower, I'm connected to the tower's heart, I'm radiating with arcane power. I had observed the effect I have on other magical beings, even those resistant to outside influence. In short, I'm subconsciously making succubi fatten themselves. In the end, the blonde chuckled, commenting that it was a nice change, at least and the tastes of subjects change according to what their master dictates. "In a decade or so, Lady Rose will be an example of proper beauty, and we will follow this. If it changes again so will we. The elves already getting the memo, then again when they aren't high on their superiority they tend to prefer curves. With them worshipping Mother Goddess" After that I dismissed her and she left, shaking enlarged buttchecks in a skimpy dress. I swear, before I met a worthy opponent, I'll meet my end by feminine wiles. I almost forgot, Rose finally getting accustomed to travelling on the potable couch I had commissioned for her months ago and other assistants. She needs them to have any physical task done quickly. And by gods does My mistress look magnificent on that seat. Although that willingness to accept assistance nearly cost me dearly. A day ago I stumbled upon her in the new pool, in the company of a succubus and two, busty and chubby maids washing her folds using sponges. I felt all my blood leave my head and travel downward. If not hasty escape they would find me unconscious and with an erection. I would never live that down. *** Good news, browns managed to locate a strong gateway and activate it, by the time I could leave my realm without running back every five minutes. The bad news, the gate led me to the Ruborian Desert. I don't remember any deserts, but it took me one look at the scorched land to know I despise it, its inhabitants and everything it stands for. I gained respect for Arche for displaying enough wisdom to leave this place. I pursued Jewell nonetheless, at the very least I'll make sure she shares my pain. Hmmm... lately I noticed I write in a more "sophisticated" way. Rose's rubbing off on me or old habits returning? Despite lengthy discussions with my Mistress, the most experienced succubus I still know next to nothing save a few flashes and feelings. ... desert, it's worse than I expected. I won't describe how much I disdain this land, I would waste several pages and still not be close. We were constantly confronted by vermin, beasts or thieves. Normally I would relish in battle, in the challenge but the place was taking it all away. We chased Jewell for long through this wasteland, when we cornered her I was on wit's end. But for all of her nimbleness, the ruberian woman fell into our trap. Good, better even, because once I took a good look at her I understood I don't want to kill her. Cage her, have her stuffer discomfort and humiliation, yes, but not to maim or kill her. That was a new one. Not to mention we got back the statue of the Mother Goddess to the Evernight. The elves look at me almost with the same reverence as at the thing. I'm going to leave her to stew in the cage while I clean myself and rest. If I ever return to this place it'll be too soon. *** What the fuck *** Okay. I need to write about it if only to sort this out in my head. The last days were wild. First, we interrogate Jewell, who looks great as decoration, she talks about Wizard, I feel my memories being painfully tugged. When we heard the alarm, somebody was attacking Archie's village. Some idiot opened the gates after threatening sheep, whose need to be killed daily so they don't overrun those lands. The village was full of gazers and familiar bandits, peasants giving no resistance, and minions who had been stationed there dead. I dealt with it. I was furious but spared the Ruberian mayor and his people. Khan was attacking Heaven's peak. Their situation was better. Militia and succubi managed to contain invaders mostly to one district, although their forces were much more numerous and powerful. They only needed a hand, but then Khan arrived. It was a hard battle, glorious and victorious but left me with a strange aftertaste. Triumph and regret in equal measures. I returned to the Tower to witness the betrayal of Gnarl and minions on the account of the return of the wizard/the seventh hero/my father in love/FUCKING REINCARNATED SECOND OVERLORD. ... Rose underestimated Velvet and I grew careless with her. With the little magical boost, the skinner sister had been able to inform the wizard of our actions, perhaps even sabotage us. The fucker gave me some grand speech and proceeded to try and fry me. I was hit with the strangest feeling of Deja vu. Fortunately, he too underestimated us and I had much better taste in allies. I regained my senses next to destabilized Heart and panting Rose, sweating and fortunately retreating with help of succubi. The wizard sent minions at me, they were tougher, but also more mindless in their attacks. He kept babbling and launching spells at me, but I kept slaughtering his forces. Finally, he retreated into a newly opened cavern. Soon after my Mistress returned, sweating heavily, supported by maids and escorted by winged seductresses. My lover looked ready to pass off in exhaustion but otherwise fine. At the end, from the room emerged Velvet and Gnarl. To this day I'm surprised I managed to stay my hand. Succubi offered to accompany me and fight, but I ordered them to guard Rose and the Heart. My obese Mistress didn't even find it in herself to protest. I was a bit surprised they remained loyal, but then as demanding as I was with me they gained more, than in the last centuries. That and the Second wasn't big on Free Will. That I remembered. Using irregularities in the Heart I managed to regain my magic and control over some minions. Apparently, I'm overall a better boss. It wasn't easy but directly interacting with hives allowed me to access the rest of my minions. Then we went to trim the wizard's beard along with his head. The moment we saw him, he started droning about how all heroes and I were predictable. I ignored him and focused on dodging his high-level spells and mutated minions. He droned on and on, and I kept getting angrier. His magical might was ridiculous, but his tactics severely lacking. Probably the reason I still live. I drove my axe deep into his skull and soon felt a surge of arcane seeping into me. With only one Overlord the Heart stabilized firmly under my control. I went back to Rose, where we regrouped before going upstairs. A quick inspection confirmed what I felt, we won. I made orders, mainly to ascertain damages and to put Velvet in the deepest hole. Then I retreated to my chambers, where I collapsed. When I awoke, I was out of out my armour with my injuries treated, but I felt worse than when we first woke as the Overlord. Next to me lay Rose awoken by my stirring, right away she began lecturing me, but I noticed moisture under her eyes. Now, I just have to deal with this mess and daily dosage of flashbacks. *** Things finally calmed down. We repaired damages to the Tower and Heaven's Peak. For now, I also halted any attempts to expand my realm and strengthen what I already have. It's boring but necessary, thankfully it's also a great excuse to spend time with Rose. My Mistress continues to work on my kingdom, but there's only so much that can be done as things are now outside everyday duties. As consequence, we have much more free time than previously. It's the first time we together visit our lands, for... recreation. Nowadays I also personally make sure Rose is properly pampered. The effects are magnificent, as her body reached staggering proportions. My mistress is twice as wide as I am, her stomach almost reaching her knees when she is sitting, two rolls composing it are at least as thick as my muscular thighs. Her ass was equally large, overflowing me when she sat on me( that happened quite frequently), botch cheeks are rounds, dotted with small dimples, pushing so far back they created a shelf, big enough to safely put a middle-sized plate on it. Just under it, are meaty thighs, also dotted with dimples, almost as wide as my waist. Her calves aren't much smaller and appear somewhat like rounded, bit malformed slices of a tree trunk, about to be chopped into splits, but smooth and soft They long since absorbed my lovers' ankles, visibly bordering with her chubby feet. On her belly lay two breasts the size of watermelons, they still manage to maintain their shape and some firmness. Rose's forearms are about the size of her calves with soft blubber hanging from them, the rest of her arms widened almost twice over, and her fingers resemble sausages. Her neck is gone, devoured by her torso and the singular, thick fold of fat that grew under my Mistress' jaw. It grew so large that her chin is barely distinguishable, along with it expanded her other facial features, visibly enlarging her head. Now her cheeks are so round and large, that there are clear, constant smile lines, that don't require smiles. At this point, I cannot reliably gauge how heavy Rose is, but I would wager at least 40 stones. I must admit I'm curious and yesterday I ordered a large scale, big enough for the ginger. All this blubber doesn't leave her unaffected. Rose, even assisted couldn't hope to move remotely fast on her own legs, not to mention not far before she's exhausted. Therefore, we had taken to being carried to most places, even within the tower, using several portable seats I had commissioned for her. Also, she had no choice but to accept the aid of maids, when washing and I wasn't available. There are tens of other examples, little or large changes brought by her amazing size. My Mistress often complained, saying that I'm fattening her like a pig for slaughter. I doubt there was a pig that comes close to her weight, not to mention I knew she was enjoying both her incredible size, even certain discomfort it brought, and her ability to consume a family's worth of food on daily basis. And Rose knows that I know, but that doesn't stop her from teasing. Speaking of fattening. Velvet is still within the Tower, but no longer a "guest", but a prisoner, even if she kept her quarters. I think my Mistress would forgive me for executing her sister, at first at least, but I decided to use the vain seductress as an example and entertainment. A bit of humiliation could do her only good. I invented a new form of carnival attraction for peasants, though I have yet to come up with a good name. Velvet was placed in a special pillory, that left her kneeling on pillows, and her head upward. That and had a rather delicate mechanism that kept her mouth open. One could buy chap, a gelatinous concoction and feed it to her, goal was to see how much Velvet could be fat and how far her stomach could stretch. It was a hit, to children it was another game, women enjoyed mocking her and the destroy the seductress's figure, and men... enjoyed many, various, different things of this arrangement. Of course, occasions for this attraction were a few. That's I assigned Velvet to the pleasure house in Heaven's peak. No, not as a whore, she could build some powerbase that way, she had practice. Instead, I had a special, exclusive spectacle prepared in several versions. For a hefty price, Velvet would be fed by a pair of succubi, either willing, hypnotised by their power, or forcefully, fully-aware but powerless against their physical might. I honestly wasn't expecting it to be that much of a hit. But its popularity, modest at first, grew fast and soon Velvet couldn't meet demand or else she would burst. Fortunately, the black-haired woman grew and so does the amount of clients she can serve. She grows alright, fat keeps accumulating mostly in her breasts, now as large as Rose's despite her still being much lighter. However, perhaps because it's being stretched daily, her gut transformed into a round, soft orb, adorned by thin red lines. Even, in rare moments of respite in her chambers, Velvet can't help but gorge herself, her appetite(or was this an addiction by now) to deny her food and pastries which we provide. I feel very good about how my "sister-in-law" situation is progressing. I intend for Jewell to soon join her. Ah... we found the former hero in one of the dungeons. We keep questioning her about what happened to "The Seven Heroes" after the "defeat" of the second Overlord and to fill certain blanks in my returning memories. But I had no use for her otherwise and I wouldn't let her go even if I was still a "Hero". I already have succubi work on her and her body was already enveloped in certain softness. In several months Jewell will no longer be able to perform her acrobatics. Things are going well. *** It's almost three years since I killed the Second. My realm is flourishing, in every area. My subjects fear my iron hand, at the same respecting me, some after to the point of divine reverence. They know what happens to traitors and parasites, as well as who is responsible for their current prosperity. I'm pleased about it, but truly happy I'mdue to my relationship with Rose, and our mutual love. Had she demanded it I would wed her in an instant, but neither of us feel the need for such ceremony. Besides I doubt any priest or deity was willing to bless our Evil union, maybe Mother Goddess, she owns us one. My Mistress's body seemed to reflect our realm's wealth growth. The ginger was no longer able to walk, her body was simply too immense for this. She already fills the portable couches that were made to fit three of me. Her gut now overflowing her knees and her bottom grow accordingly, the shelf it makes is now wide enough to place a platter on it with little risk. Her thighs are mighty barrels, far wider than me in my shoulders with armour, they're so fat they form their own folds of flesh in few places. The place where her knees are only recognizable thanks to pits that connects her thighs with a second set of barrels of fat that are her calves. They're just shy of being as large as the average, human woman's waist, in places forming bulges of blubber, in time perhaps to form into folds. It's hard to observe just how sharply they cut off from her feet, both now resembling an irregular mass with round nuggets of toes at their end, as her calves are so fat they started to cover them. Not absorb, cover... perhaps in time, her feet will be fully encompassed by calves' lard. Rose's upper arms aren't faring worse. Now it was her forearms that resembled her long gone waist in width, with something akin to flexible bags of adipose hanging from them. The rest of her arms, which weren't absorbed by her bingo wings, are about as thick as my biceps. At the end are my mistress's fingers, no longer resembling sausages, but can easily pass as those. Obviously, moving those enormous upper limbs is quite the effort and so is gaping any tools, let alone doing so with remote precisions. Amongst the small army of maids, solely devoted to serving My Rose, are those whose main goal was to feed her and those whose job was to write down what she dictated. Both positions required high competencies. It's almost hard to believe my Mistress had a neck, to begin with. It was so thoroughly absorbed by her torso, the thick fold of fat under her face no longer hanged, but it is visibly squeezed to her upper chest, to the point Rose is forced to look a bit upward, unable to turn her head any lower. I could spend several more pages describing my love's enormous girth, changes both small and life-changing. However, there's no accurate just how enormously fat and beautiful Rose is. The wright I had had engineers in the city construct for her indicated that my bride weight over 64 stones. And she is only getting larger. She keeps complaining, of course finding new overly complicated ways to tell me how I'm a bad influence. Dear, I'm THE Overlord. Besides, I know her and I caught her playing breathlessly with her own lard far too many times. On another note... I may have made mistake comparing her calves to the waists of other women, but more accurate would be to write that her calves are as wide as the average, human woman's waist used to be. The average weight of females in my realm has noticeably been increasing in those last years, a woman with a slender body is now a rarity. Of course only some, wealthy ones are truly obese, the rest are clearly overweight or chubby, depending on their jobs, marital status and other circumstances, but most follow this fashion. I suppose succubi were more correct in their prediction than I or even they, had previously thought. The race of seductress is thriving in unexpected ways, slowly integrating with humans, many of them also larger. Some of them are starting actual families. The elves mirror those changes, but for quite different reasons. The women now possess more influence over their tribe than males, who failed in their duties leading to their near extinction. So not only many elven females wormed their way into positions in leadership and armed forces, but they also prompted the return to classical, less pointlessly esoteric and philosophical worship of the Mother Goddess. THE deity of fertility, in all meanings of this word. Her priestesses began to fatten themselves as a show of respect and to follow in her teachings. Many females do similarly, albeit to a lesser extent. I quietly endorse this religion, not only because it appeals to my personal tastes, but Mother Goddes is a god with some actual power, reverted to some degree by all races. Also, it is only thanks to those priestesses and their teaching that we're welcoming many infant elves. Saved from slavery or not, local elves were on the brink of extinction and I hate to have my investment to be wasted. On the forefront of expanding women, outside my mistress, is Velvet. The years of gorging and force-feeding did their job. She's still technically able to move on her own, but each of her breasts is the size of an adult pig, with a round gut, half of their length, under. So her centre of mass is so forward, the thinner sister needs at the very least a sturdy cane to support herself or she would stumble forward and likely drown in her own tit-flesh. Velvet's bottom and tree trunk legs under aren't small by no means but have fallen behind. We no longer put her as an attraction during festivities, her gut is simply too fat and putting her in stocks and dealing with her blubber is too much hassle. Besides she's far more profitable as a luxurious attraction. I had hoped humiliation would do her some good but might have underestimated her vanity. Velvet seems to have accepted her situation but still curses us, throws tantrums and any suggestions of reconciliation, by servants, are violently denied. Sometimes, I have the urge to execute her and be done with her, a source of amusement or not, but she is family... Velvet's not the only star as far as public fattening goes. A half year after her capture Jawel was no longer useful to me as a source of information. There was no way I let her go, so she received the same treatment as Velvet. During the public weighing... I forgot to mention we made the public weighting of fattest women another attraction, the ruberian woman was shown to be over 28 stones. To be honest, Jawel was a curious case, once she got roomier... "guest chamber", the thief started to perform daily exercises, putting on quite the show. But, she always wanted to have what others had, even without wanting it personally. Jawel never was gluttonous, but she also never declined a good grub, besides envy, greed and gluttony were close siblings. A minimal push by succubi was enough to have Jewell recklessly stuff herself with food, the only wealth she can get her hands nowadays. It's almost... no IT IS amusing and hot, our ruberian captive is gorging herself with greasy food one minute, then shouting for more, only to engage in a series of uncomfortably looking exercises, often with a still distended gut. If it wasn't for those Jewell would likely be even fatter, then again she isn't exactly small and the decreasing amount of extra activity lately fully stopped. The thief had always been quite curvacious despite her lean muscles, it was a bit of surprise when all lard began going straight to her ass with belly as a second. "Only" third fattest woman in my realm had buttchecks the size of award-winning pumpkins, and just a bit slimmer thighs which made even waddling a complicated task. The belly above it was a much smaller collection of rolls and her breast expanded comparably slightly, the same with her face, which merely lost her sharp cheekbones. Again I'm not sure what is more amusing, her disdain at being fat, or anger at wealthy women that weren't far behind in terms of weight. To be honest I'm not sure if her current dubious mentality is an effect of my succubi or the Second. Jewell seemed a bit unhinged to me, even when we first met as Heroes and everybody admitted that she was a bitch. Hell... Khan who loved her blindly admitted this. FUCK I___ I'm trying to distract myself, but it isn't working. For the first time since I remember I cannot control the fear inside me. There is no enemy for me to crush, no opposition or even social unrest Rose's pregnant with my child and I'm scared shitless. I could blame it on possible complications from the magic that had changed my body, on possible assassination attempts, on how Rose's size may affect our child, and finally as a possible uprising from a legitimate heir. No, with those I can deal with, either by patience, by force or through arcane whose's secrets Rose began to learn. The simple fact was that neither of us is fit to be a parent. We put on brave faces, but both know it, although I more than ROse, which worries me. I'm the Overlord, the master of Evil - ultimately weak argument, I know of several dictators who were decent enough fathers. But even as a Hero I wasn't the most sociable of people, I often ended up simply frightening children we had been stumbling upon. Second, I was an orphan and like many in my situation raised collectively by the village, it made us good at our chosen trades, given solidarity. Certainly didn't give us a good idea of what a family should be, which I painfully learned much later in life. Rose is arguably worse. She knows notions of proper family, but those memories are often bad or disappointing. I love my Mistress, but I understand her lack of success in romance before. She's a hard woman to love, often and automatically assigning structure to things that should never have one. Even shows of affection tended to follow a certain procedure when performed by her. I know that it's partially her way of coping with emotions and lacking knowledge in those areas. But it's also a result of her obsession with Order. Yes, it's an obsession, sometimes hard for her to control and often the main reason for our disagreements. There needs to be a rigid structure for everything and everybody has to follow it in an orderly manner, Rose doesn't need to be on the head or control it, but it must exist and be mercilessly executed. I fear how she'll deal with something as chaotic and unknown to her as an infant. I know Rose loves me I know she already loves her child, but I fear. Then there's the obvious and easy-to-apply solution that would deal with all possible problems. The physician who reminded me of it after examining my Mistress ended with pulverized head along with a portion of the wall behind him. Rose merely scolded me for making a mess. I know there's no point in premature worrying, that all we can do is prepare to the best of our abilities. This policy isn't working for me, for the first time in decades. Like Rose, I delve into parenting books, despite that most of them seem rubbish. But I also started to write. I'm no scholar, but I travelled and I partook in many trades, I amassed a wealth of practical knowledge that sometimes surprises even my Mistress. I'm also the current Overlord, lord of Evil and undisputed ruler of the majority of known, civilized lands. Rose blindly believes in the Order we've built, but there may be some fucker or another company of "Heroes" in the near future to go against us. When I followed the Wizard our task seemed impossible, but here we are. I prefer to be safe than sorry. *** I wish I was wrong. I really do. *** Normally, I would have enjoyed battling the wraiths and other denizens of the Abyss, I would relish watching Sir William's suffering. Normally. Not now, when Rose is weeks away from giving birth to our firstborn. Any dangers have to be dealt with, swiftly. Gateways to the Abyss, even pockets of it, radiating some mind magic, are a fucking danger. And Rose was telling me magical barriers around towns and villages were pointless. We just managed to gather artefacts to open the big gate in the desert. Rose has her doubts about opening it and I share them. The crux is, that it may open on its own given time, and there's no way to know how the infernal energies would affect us in long run. I cannot afford it. It may be foolish, even Overlord may fall against whatever power dwells within this cursed realm, but I won't let anything endanger my... "Are you again reading that old thing?" The man closed a falling-apart notebook and with meticulous care put it on the shelf above his head. His appearance was unique, his face was beautiful, not simply handsome or feminine, but simply beautiful and betrayed his relatively young age, he was exceptionally muscular and broad-shouldered, though not enough to make his appearance that of a mindless brute. Here resemblances to fairly-tale prince ended, as the semi-naked youth was well over a head taller than the mightiest of human men, his skin had a dark shade of blue and was covered in strange, white patterns, that seemed like vines, pulsing with power. His royal visage was adorned by white hair and eyes burning with infernal fire. "Sorry, Kelda. I didn't wish to wake you" he whispered back carefully. His voice was a strange mix, just as his appearance, like velvet and crow's cry. "I'm waiting for YOU to lay down. I know your limits witch-boy" replied the young woman on his right and touched his arm. Her touch was soft, and the tall man noticed a faded scar, a hunting souvenir on it. She won't get any more of those. I made sure of it The woman lying on the matters was tall beauty from harsh Nordberg, with firey hair and such temper. However, It would be hard to tell it now, given her current appearance. Kelda was enormously fat, pounds over pounds of lard covered her once mighty muscles, so once great hunter was unable to take a step without help. Her round gut was alike a mountain and poured so far on the bed that she was barely able to touch her lover. The rest of her body was almost equally overpampered, old hunting scars swallowed into flesh that prevented all but a few motions. "Well, I was asleep, thanks." grumbled a silky voice from the other side of the room-sized bed. The woman there was no lighter than the ginger's, but at the same, she was her opposite. The brunette was a former jewel of imperial perfection, skin and body who never experienced truly taxing, physical work. With flawless skin, darkened only by a careful sunbathing in the tropical soon. Unlike Kelda, whose adipose was mostly evenly spread through her body, only focusing a bit more on her gut, the imperial woman's fat was stored mostly in her curves. In the impossibly large chest, both orbs as heavy as a grown man and equally enormous ass that took an entire couch. She had a large belly, composed of two thick rolls but it was simply overshadowed by her mountainous assets. Her unique figure forced her to sleep on her sides or in very elaborate contraptions of matters and pillows. To the magic-wielding man, she was more of a jewel than ever before. "And where is Fay? We're supposed to have our hair done together tomorrow" added Juno after she looked around, or what rather after looking as far as she could with her immobilized, obese body. "She was held up in the forest, but promised to join us for breakfast" replied the young Overlord, before the fiery-haired Mistress could respond with a snide remark, and slid down under a blanket. "Goodnight" Not a minute later he heard a familiar breath, but then his abnormally hard body was squeezed by a Nordbergian woman. He moved closer to her, feeling the known and welcoming acceptance of her fat. "You've been doing that a lot lately. Reading that musty book I mean. I know it means a lot to you, but there's only so much you can get from it. I know that you don't like her, but maybe you could try talking to Rose... You know to get history right, no mushy feelings involved" whispered my first and truest Mistress to me with concern. I signed. Do I dislike my... mother? Probably. Probably more than dislike. Should I do it anyway? "I'll think about it"

If there's a problem I have a backup account on ao3, but on Deviantart, I post everything as .pdf because I simply don't have patience for its text editor. Well, it's a commission so we'll see. As for my other story - I want to keep things gradual, I admit it was quite refreshing to write without all "build-up", but I hope to make our deal asari just as large.

A commission for an anonymous on deviantart, where our favourite quarian must realize something important. Would love to receive some constructive criticism or simply thoughts. *** Tali couldn't tell what won over her sleep: her slowly shifting position, gently increasing lighting or the tune rang. Suffice to say: she was beginning to notice the alarming lack of a second body next to her as well as s terrible, sucking feeling. "Morning's up, sleepy head" said cheerfully the familiar, slightly coarse voice, which, to the sleepy quarian, was more soothing than the gentlest of choirs. It ultimately brought her to a land of the living and prompted her to open her heavy eyelids. Towards Tali was striding the commander Shepard, hero of the galaxy wearing only lingerie and a thin, loose shirt, giving the engineer a very good view of her figure. "Isn't it a bit early?" replied groggily the younger woman. "It's well past 12" informed sweetly the spectre. The quarian cursed mentally, how did Sheard deal so well with the longer days on Rannoch, while she kept oversleeping?! The bed stopped as Tali rose to a somewhat sitting position almost at the same time as the large trolley, almost collapsing under the weight of food stopped next to her. She felt her mouth almost flood with saliva. With a smile, the commander placed a large bowl of sweet noodles on the enormous purple expanse before her partner's face. "Dig in" said Shepard before petting the quarian's head. Tali didn't need encouragement, before the commander finished she already had a large spoon in hand. The mass of noodles she put in her mouth stretched it, giving her next to no space to chew. It was delicious, with sweetness and fruity sourness together blending wonderfully. Spoonfuls were enormous but were devoured with impressive speed, save for what stuck to her face or fell on her chest. Tali felt a familiar movement as her body shook according to her arm's rapid movement. She paid no mind to it, entrapped by her meal. Meanwhile, the resurrected soldier was very closely observing it, inspecting it with her hands "itsh shoo good" said the quarian before swallowing the last spoon. "I'm happy, I was a bit afraid those berries wouldn't fit" replied Shepard, then Tali felt a familiar body sink to hers, as her partner reached the blow. Then she tilted it and helping herself with a spoon pushed the remains to the eager maw. "I'll note this recipe" informed the commander while replacing the bowl with a platter full of stacked small burritos. Well not really burritos, as all ingredients were either turian or quarian in origin. After centuries of eating nutrient pastes and special MRE, occasionally more solid food quarian people were rediscovering home cooking meals, which often included experimentation. Shepard who often cooked for her partner was a prime example, often trying to recreate human recipes. "Mmmmm" moaned Tali, cramming half of the burrito between her lips. Thankfully everything inside was easy to chew and chopped into small pieces. Quarain bodies were no longer used to hard to chew and digest food, though those were being slowly reintroduced. The burritos were now familiar to her and no less delicious, especially as Shepard had made several variations. However... her arms were becoming tired and sluggish. The commander noticed. "Want something to drink? I made coffee" said the human woman and her partner nodded ever so slightly before swallowing half of the burrito. Soon Shepard put a large cup of brownish yellow, quite dense liquid. As they were laying together it was hard not to compare the two. Shepard's upper arms were thick with hard muscles, appearing almost bulky, but Tali's upper arms were several times wider, in fact, they were as large as the muscular woman's waist and the farthest thing from hard. The purple neck was also different, namely, its lack - only a thick roll of flesh remaining under the quarian's chin and torso. It was peculiar as her species tended to have much longer necks than humans... "How about I feed you, while you go over the news? You're getting good with that sight-controls" proposed Shepard as she took the cup away from purple lips. A blush appeared on her round cheeks, it was hardly the first time but the prospect of being hand-fed by the commander still made her feel this alluring heat. "Shepard you're overacting, I'm not impaired" retorted Tali, but opened her mouth and focused her gaze on the screen that hung from the ceiling. She remained oblivious to the flash of a devious smirk on her partner's face. So young Zorah was happily munching on the burritos that were being hastily put between her jaws as she watched what was happening on her reclaimed planet and in the galaxy. Meanwhile, Shepard switched the empty platter for one full ow brown cake cut into squares. Two geth platforms entered the bedroom. They were different from those seen before the destruction of the Reapers and their close extinction. There were many differences, but it suffices to say those platforms were designed as personal help for quarians. Geth, with no threat to their existence and some simple decency, were quite content to largely resume their old duties. They approached Tali and proceeded to massage her belly with visible skill. It was curious. How did three humanoid figures gather around a bit shorter than them Tali without bumping into each other? How was she finishing going through enough food to feed a squad of quarian marines? Perhaps it was something to do that their bed, despite almost twice as large as a standard, king-sized one, had just enough space for Shepard when she laid next to the former pilgrim. Not only did her neck had disappeared, but her face was also severely swollen, with round cheeks so prominent her eyes were a bit squinted and a ring of flesh that doubled her head with and hung below. Or perhaps it was connected to ... "Jhen..." said Tali before swallowing a mouthful of cake and moving her gaze to the commander, who quickly passed her a cup of coffee. "...can we get a look at the garden before I'll sit to paperwork?" "Sure" replied Shepard with a smile, but her gaze was peculiar. "Now say *aaaahhhhhh*" The commander grabbed a large, almost two litres, jug of shake she was adding to "coffee" and put it to her partner's lips. The liquid flowed freely through Tali's gullet filling all remaining free space in her belly. *BBBUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP* a roar rippled through the air once the entire jug was emptied. "I'll get your chair" said Shepard as she put the container back with the others and instructed one geth to take the trolley away. "Stop coddling me like that Shepard. I'm fat, but I. can. walk" disagreed the engineer and shook the blanket from herself. Then she began to energetically creep towards the edge of the bed, grunting loudly along the way. Everything wobbled, shook, often in the wrong directions. However, after some time Tali managed to pull her legs over the edge, despite her quickened breath. Shepard immediately embraced her in a well-practised hold, one geth mirrored her. Together they raised the quarian's entire body to the standing position and slowly walked to a wall equipped with a railing, where Tali dismissed the geth. The platform let go of her but remained close by, but out of her gaze, so did its partner. Now, the engineer was standing, being supported by her lover and railing, but standing nonetheless. Clad only in lingerie, her body was on full display. Tali had been correct in calling herself fat... thought it was quite the understatement. After all, both horses and whales are called "big" animals. No, the young Zorah was a stark example of obesity, a complete opposite to the lean bodies of quarians. Somebody unfamiliar with her might have even doubted her species. Unsurprising really as her sheer size was hard to comprehend and describe. She was almost at wide as three, adult krogans. The first thing people notice looking at her was her belly, then again Tali was mostly belly at this point. The supple, singular mass reached farthest on her sides and forward, its end several feet farther than once had been smooth abs. This landmass was reaching well under Tali's knees. Despite this, Shepard's outstretched arms didn't reach nearly as far forward as the apron of lard, when she stood evenly to her obese partner. Yet, this monstrous gut was amazingly smooth, save for two, thick love handles on each side. Then, given an opportunity, the focus shifted to her enormous ass and the wide shelf they were part of. That region reached less than the commander's arms, a bit. Two enormous orbs slightly flattened from constant usage, were too big for even the most lavish of human armchairs, each. The armchairs Tali was using reminded more of very deep couches, which, truth to be told, could easily serve as beds. That ass could easily squash a skycar or suffocate anyone under it. The last one, Shepard had been testing repeatedly until the life hazard had become too much. Again, the purple skin stretched under deposits of blubber was pristine, save for a few minor marks. As spectre had learned quarian bodes stored extra resources quite differently than humans or even asari. All of this incredible load was supported by equally lard-filled legs. Calling them tree trunks would be an insult considering the feebleness of trees. Tali's thighs were wider than armoured krogan, ever touching and forcing legs into a constant spread. Those barrels of blubber were connected to calves, which were thinner, were still far larger than Shepard's waist. They were so fat it was near impossible to observe their curved shape caused by quarian's unique bones. At its lowest, they were spilling over ankles covering them and touching feet. Those hadn't remained unchanged. The two main fingers were now so thick they almost touched, and the third seemed as short sausage sticking from a massively swollen foot. Of all of Tali's curves, her breasts were perhaps the smallest, which is to say they were only as big as pair of award-winning, ripe, a bit squashed watermelons, held together by a custom-made bra. On their sides were supple arms, together, even at their lowest, were making an astonishingly large angle. Mostly it was so due to the belly, seemingly wider with each day, but the aforementioned waist-sided upper arms, which long since absorbed her elbows, weren't helping. The lower arms weren't as thick, only, about as Shepard's muscled thighs only with adipose instead of hard muscle. Their fat was partially enveloping Tali's hands, which fingers resembled thick sausages. They were increasingly hard to bend, yet another reason to use sight-based controls. Tali hadn't simply lost her neck, at least, it was no longer the case. The fold of fat under her chin and her upper torso grew so much that largely constricted her head. Looking down was no longer a possibility, nodding or even shaking were reduced to a minimum. Her cheeks grew accordingly, so much that the part of the engineer's face under her squinting eyes was visibly larger than the part above with its mop of raven black hair. ... even her back swollen almost a foot. Yes, Tali was fat beyond what most people in the galaxy imagine even possible. One couldn't help but wonder how this sentient mass of blubber could move, let alone walk. The pair began making their way. Tali was holding onto the railing and from another side, her partner was dutifully supporting her talking an impressive amount of load on her shoulders. Immidietally behind, they were quietly tailed by two geth platforms. Unfortunately for them, they were unable to appreciate the spectacle with two enormous bean bags and supple back as main actors. Every movement made the layers upon layers of lard to wobble, The hanging fat often swung in wrong directions, and waves on the ocean of blubber were crashing into each other and interfering. The hanging belly further constricted pillars that were Tali's legs, which were almost completely unbendable thanks to their own bulk. Despite soft, padded flor every step of three-fingered feet was audible. It didn't take much for Tali to start panting from the exertion. What little muscles were left under mountains of fat weren't fit for such exhausting chores. Despite their snail place, they soon reached, partially walled with glass, a porch which connected to the garden via a small ramp. Tali landed heavily on an enormous couch placed there for her. After a minute, she managed to get her breach under control and her bountiful flesh ceased to wobble, she looked at the garden. This put a smile on her face. "Not too shabby, eh?" asked Shepard cheerfully she parched on the railing next to her lovely partner. The engineer agreed, her passion had always been technology and Rannoch was a dry planet so most plants resembled cactuses and grasses, save a few exceptions as well as bushes and trees. But Tali never imagined she would have a large house on her homeworld with a garden and with the woman she loved. "Wait for a second, I think I have something you'll like" and with that, the spectre sprinted to the garden. Tali watched her with warmth in her chest, her partner made this garden all by herself, outright refusing help from the geth. Suddenly she felt a pang of melancholy, it had been months since she was there. The young Zorach grabbed a nearby railing and began lifting herself. "Creator-Zorah you shouldn't..." Tali completely ignored the geth, too focused on making her screaming muscles work. She managed, but her face was purple, almost red and shining with sweat. Very careful the enormous quarian began waddling toward the ramp. A few steps before she let go of the railing to get a swing of moving alone. Tali almost immediately regretted her decision but pressed forward fighting against her jiggling body. Finally, she reached the ramp. The first two steps were successful, if hard, but... The moment she passed an invisible line separating the house and open space, the enormous quarain felt an unexpected force pulling her downward. Her joints and muscles screamed and incidentally, she began falling forward pulled down by her gut. The purple arms were too heavy and sluggish to use to shield herself. At the last second two pairs of mechanical limbs grabbed her, and only her hanging gut brushed the earth. "Are you alright Creator-Zorah?" asked one of the geth helping her to stand. The immense weight wasn't disappearing. "*hufff**hufff*... yes ...*hufff*" gasped out Tali, trying to catch her breath. She felt a familiar hand on herself, Shepard was next to her. The human's face had just morphed with relief. "Let's get you inside" Two platforms guided her inside, taking almost the entire weight on themselves. Inside Tali felt lighter, but the machines let go of her once she was back on the couch. The quarain tried her best to calm herself before speaking. "What happened? I didn't trip. Shepard, did you see anything?" The spectre was deep in thought as she sat on the side of the couch. When she looked at her obese partner she had a strange smile and voice. "I ought to tell you this sooner... you should stop trying to move without your hoverchair. I'll move your equipment from the office to the bedroom" Tali blinked, what...? "Shepard something happened and I fell, but that doesn't mean I should stop..." "Tali" interrupted Shepard with a strange almost sultry voice. "How much, do you think, you weigh?" "I... I don't know... 600... maybe 700 pounds" replied bewildered quarain, but felt a shrivel. She knew she got large, unimaginably so. Tali knew she allowed Shepard to do it to her and she knew the spectre wasn't fully to blame. She had quite the appetite. "986 pounds and in this gravity. Back on Normandy or Earth, you would weigh over 1100 pounds" informed Shepard looking on her omnitool and warmly pated the expanse of the purple stomach. Tali felt like she put her hand in a high voltage junction. "But... I can't! If I was that big I couldn't... I just walked!" the quarian was nearly shouting. It couldn't be true, it couldn't! "You walked, barely, because I installed an eezo generator with nodes along the entire house. Every time you get out of the chair it envelops you in a field and reduces your weight. But it's on last legs" explained the spectre with the slightest hint of guilt. Tali was speechless, but memory hit her. When Shepard and geth had finished home, her body so smaller than her current one, but still fatter than any quarian, obese, thanks to Shepard and her own gluttony. The engineer remembered how much lighter she felt when she entered it. So it wasn't my imagination "We.... can boost it" offered the engineer shakily. Shepard raised an eyebrow. "Pushing aside how hard it would be and that it only works indoors. You do realize we've been only prolonging the inevitable, you already too heavy to simply stand up. It's a matter of time before those lovely legs of yours get too big to move?" said Shepard and tried to pat krogan-sized thigh, but obviously hit the fleshy apron. Tali knew this, she also knew how complicated must have been the system inside the house. But believing was another thing altogether. "I could lose weight!" shoot the quarian and waved her hand, making her flab wobble. In the next second, before her face was a candy bar, the commander always carried several. Before Tali could think she acted and the sweet mush was travelling down her gullet. She blushed furiously, while Shepard was smiling deviously. "... I'm not immobile," said the quarian despite the evidence. Shepard chuckled and walked to the wall. There were several folded chairs for herself and the guest, she took one and sat about two meters away from Tali, right before her. "How about this: if you manage to walk to me, with no assistance, we try *hmm* to deal with your little issue. If don't then you have to accept the truth" offered the spectre cockily and pressed something on her omnitool. Tali huffed, she couldn't understand this charade. Sure she let herself go, purposefully, but not that much. Even if there was some antigrav generator it couldn't be strong. Right? "Fine" spat the quarain as she again reached for the nearby railing and pulled. Nothing. The engineer tried... and tried again. She blinked, trying to process what is happening and felt sweat forming on her back that had little to do with recent activity. But she tried again. Tali attempted to rise steadily, to rock herself and gain momentum, and finally, to just slide from the couch. Her body rippled and waved, her folds were going up and down ... it was to no avail. The lard, that had overgrown every inch of her body, was pining her to her seat with no hope of moving. All that did was left Tali panting furiously, covered in sweat and blush, her heart feeling ready to burst through her chest. But quickly a cold realization grasped her. "I'm...I'm... but I can't...." Tali was on the verge of hyperventilation, she had lived through some truly horrific events, but something like this... "Ssshhh... it's alright" whispered Shepard and kissed purple forehead. She was sinking into soft lard, nut otherwise the commander wouldn't be able to reach the chubby head. "Think about it. Nothing really changes, just no more walking" Tali opened her mouth to retort... and closed it. Horrified, she realised her partner was right. Over the time together, Shepard had been steadily making her dependent on the spectre's help while she let her appetite(gluttony) reign. By the ancestors... she even bathed her. "You planned this" accused the engineer with a furrowed brow. "More like anticipated it... and hoped. But you always knew I would help you stop the moment you asked" replied the commander softly, caressing the soft cheek of her lover. The immobilized quarain was glaring at her... then she sighed, her features relaxing, As much as Shepard loved her obese body, she would never force her to do anything. Enable me, encourage lose my restraints about gorging, yes. Force me, nooo. "My legs are now useless" noticed Tali absentmindedly. "Useless? Hardly. They now have much more noble duty" replied the spectre with an impish smile. She moved down and lifted a thick apron of lard, finally reaching barrel-like limbs and squeezing them. "Thay can finally act and grow as fine storages of fat without worrying about moving" At that Tali felt a shiver of fear... and arousal. It was a quite common combination when dealing with the commander. "Hopefully, with some work, your arms will join them soon" added the spectre off-handedly. "What...?" Tali was unsure if she heard correctly because what she had heard wasn't making sense. "Why do you think I installed all those sight- and voice-guided systems?" asked Shepard as again crawled upwards on the sentient mountain of adipose that was her lover. She gently grabbed Tali's hand, a heavy, swollen parody of a limb and pressed its palm to her cheek. "How much longer until they get too heavy to lift or just too fat to bend, or will your finger be just too thick to properly operate consoles? Maybe your arms will grow so fat they will cover your hands. I'm not sure, but one of those is going to happen, probably followed by the rest. That's why I'm prepared" That declaration rendered the obese quarain speechless once again. Then again Shepard had this effect on people. Tali was quiet for several seconds, having a hard time comprehending her situation. Then she took several breaths and huffed. "Ffffiiiinnneee, but I want a cake as an apology. For the rest of the week, you know which one. Also, after today's admiralty conference I demand that you help me with stress" commanded the admiral Zorah trying to maintain a dignified expression. Shepard just laughed. "As you command Miss vas Normandy" replied the commander and kissed her immobile lover. Deeply. And Tali felt familiar, five-fingered hands groping her lard of fat. I think I'm going to enjoy it, after all.

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Found this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkghOuTLXTA&t=1708s&ab_channel=Immunetoshame

Thank you. As for Jack, all events in the epilogue happened in, a relatively, short amount of time during the end of ME2 and after, not enough for her to settle into a routine. But the idea has merit and I may use it in the prologue for ME3 ( provided I'll even make a continuation). Though I admit I'm not planning on making Jack fatter than chubby/thick at least at the beginning or through the majority of ME3.

It's a very good idea, one I'll try to implement if I'll start with ME3. Thanks. Now, I finished the epilogue some time ago, but proofreading will take some more time. I published the initial version: https://www.deviantart.com/xxwwhitexx/art/Mass-Effect-Observing-gains-Ch-29-rought-922020693 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34196812/chapters/100694580 I'm abstaining from doing it here before everything is done because editing is time-limited.

Thank you, I'm relatively well. The last weeks have been hectic, to say the least, and things remain so. On a more optimistic note, provided I find time and energy, there's a chance I'll finish epilogue within a month... which long a** amount of time, in perspective. 😅

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A new chapter is here and seems to be decent enough, even if I still couldn't get it quite right. It's also, almost certainly, leaves only one chapter left. I do apologize for the lack of Tali here, but in my defence when this issue was brought to me I was at the finish. I'll try to give our favourite quarin more spotlight in the prologue. Anybody reading this, be thankful to Hasklet, who maintains his battle against my abhorrent grammar. ***** Chapter 28: Mission Two Days Later “Sooo…. You and Jack. I must admit, I didn’t expect it when I told you two to make up” said Shepard skimming through the datapad. Miranda released a sound of unfathomable disgust. “There’s nothing between me and Jack” replied the operative looking up from her console with contempt at the tall woman “Mhm” “What even gave the idea…?” “You two doing the dirty downstairs?” “… we’re not having this conversation” After a few seconds, the commander finished with the datapad and looked at the brunette. To her credit, she managed to ignore the enormous cleavage on the display and focus on her subordinate’s face. “I’m not going to pry. I’m just happy that you’re no longer fighting and surprised how it turned out. Unless there is an issue?” said Shepard with a raised eyebrow. Miranda exhaled with surrender and leaned back, giving the blood-haired female a better look at the enormous chest and the clutched mass of flesh underneath. Elizabeth was pretty sure it was beginning to catch up to the oppressive orbs. “There’s no issue. What occurred was a one-time thing, but it was mutually voluntary and mutually… beneficial. While I doubt either of us will cease the verbal abuse I believe that we are… good” replied Miranda and moved on the chair to a more comfortable position. It was a good thing she had replaced her original one with a comfortable, much wider, padded one with armrests. Having her asscheeks stick out had been embarrassing, not to mention how much her arms were tiring nowadays. “… you were right, Shepard. She isn’t just a mindless brute, I did let my presumptions get the better of me. I think Jack had a similar realization. We are good, Shepard” The commander nodded slowly, accepting the explanation. That was enough for now. “Sure. Quick question, about that special training equipment you promised me to look for, any progress? What we have is good, but we could do better.” asked Shepard casually, merely raising an eyebrow as if in anticipation. Miranda picked up what she meant, it would be hard not to. “Well, despite the supplier’s stubbornness and obscurity of elements, I believe the order will be ready soon. I’ll forward details to your omnitool.” replied the brunette without skipping a beat. Indeed, according to what T’Soni had given her, Henry Lawson had been receiving updates about Miranda's “condition”. They were accompanied by several violent redecorations of his office and his secretaries leaving it in a hurry. Most importantly all of his direct subordinates that had been dispatched to secure Oriana had been called off, similar to Cerberus collaborators. A new standing order. To sum it up they were to capture Oriana or Miranda if they stumbled upon them, but not to waste resources chasing them. It was good enough for now. But… Miranda knew that Shepard would go after Cerberus sooner or later. The commander certainly wouldn’t mind removing such influential and corrupt supporters. For now, the brunette had to keep the charade, a few pounds more won’t make a difference. “Thanks, but don’t worry about it too much, it’s not a priority. Now, try to rest a bit and check that equipment we got. I know that you are still not cleared for field duty, but I’ll need you planetside to coordinate” said Shepard, remaining needlessly about upcoming training. “Of course Shepard. Still… don’t take it as me trying to avoid it, is it wise to send the entirety of the battle crew to the planet, leaving the ship alone?” asked Miranda. I don’t like it either, but EDI and our engineers need time to install the Reaper IFF and we need to check how best to use the entirety of our forces, so far we acted only in small squads. It could be worse, we’ll be deep in Citadel’s space, in a low populated system, but with a repair station in it. That and in a space fight we would be of minimal help. You know this all as well as I do, Miranda. Unless you have any ideas?” “… I’m afraid not, commander. I’ll be ready when we arrive.” replied Miranda with a weary sigh. Of course, everything the tall woman had said was correct. The commander nodded and left. The brunette meanwhile reached for her stash of enriched sweets. A little snack before bed. *** Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship The main room, the very center of the ship, and Shadow Broker’s operation had changed considerably since Shepard had visited it. Ignoring upgrades in hardware and security, mostly invisible inside, the décor was vastly different. It was still utilitarian, but the coloring was a bit more optimistic and warm, edges less sharp, also eternity was well lit in pleasant, almost indistinguishable from Thessian, light, and the temperature was well within low tropical ones, allowing to be dismissive of clothing. Liara saw no point in maintaining the overly depressive décor, even in her workspace. As for herself, well… if somebody was to suddenly intrude they may, at first, assume the previous owner was still alive. The asari sat (or laid perhaps, it was hard to tell) on the enormous, padded, oval armchair (or sofa?), that allowed her to half-lay in a very comfortable position as well as within reach of all of her consoles. It was so **, in fact, there was still quite a bit of place left. It wasn’t to say she didn’t contribute to overall bulk, quite the opposite in fact. The awe-inspiring mass of soft flesh that was Liara T’Soni, was protruding well over the armchair surface. The solid mountain that was her belly was most eye-catching, absurdly large, round, and seemingly throbbing at the edge of vision. Above it was her breast, still shapely, but held in place only through the force of her bra. At her sides were fat doughty limbs, with fingers that with every day were starting to resemble sausages more and more. The soft, cherubic face dug a pit into the flesh of her torso, there wasn’t enough of her neck left to prevent that. Under all of this was a pair of luscious, tree-trunk legs that had folds of their own. Overall Liara hadn't changed since the time Shepard learned about the dormant Reaper, even if there were, clearly, a bit… more of her. Today, she too wore a simple shirt, it was comfortable and its simplicity was a pleasant change of pace. Besides, the temperature and humidity in her quarters were set to values that defeated the point of any extra clothes. It was a day like every day, even as absurd as it sounded in her situation, the asari had grown accustomed to her routine. Liara wrote, read, cataloged, planned and occasionally she connected live to operatives. She had a kettle full of sweetened, fruit tea and her faithful bots supplied her with snacks for her growing gut. In short, the Shadow Broker was doing fine, despite the constant, almost painful, lack of Shepard… (and Tali). Until now. “Doctor T’Soni, we’re receiving a transmission from the Spectre. Priority: Highest” informed Glyph. After weeks of painstaking reprogramming, the VI was customized almost to the desired level save for a few minor tweaks. “Put it on.” Liara immediately ordered as she saved and dismissed everything else, her attention shifting. A single icon of video call appeared, it didn’t have the highest level of encryption, but a few who even tried to trace it would reach only Illium. “Liara wpadliśmy jak śliwka w gówno. The damn IFF was booby-trapped” The information and the tone made the obese asari’s blood run cold. “You know about the maneuvers we were about to do. Since we couldn’t waste time we were installing the fucking thing at the same time. The collector came… right. In. the middle. of. Citadel. Space.” The spectre drew words and Liara couldn’t decide what was more terrifying. The information they carried or the voice that thundered across the galaxy. Shepard didn’t even shout, which made everything worse. “They took everybody. Only Joker was left, he managed to save himself and the ship by unshackling EDI… I’ll send you everything in the report.” The asari almost heard her lover trying to calm herself. “Damages were negligible and we had already stocked for this. We’re going through the Omega relay after them. Please, proceed according to plan while we deal with Collectors and get everybody back. If we don’t make it within a standard week, start with Plan B.” Liara almost burst with a laugh at the brazen way Elizabeth said about the secondary plan, one that was built around the idea that the Spectre and her entire crew were KIA and failed to deal with collectors. “Is there anything I can do?” “Besides going on with the plan… only booking us a quick refuel near Omega. Everything else we have covered… Look, Liara, I’m going to spare us the goodbyes, because I have every intention of coming back. If not well… you know everything. Do try not to worry too much and take care. I’ll try to send an update every twelve hours.” “Understood, Shepard.” Connection cut, that was all. Shepard could connect through quantum communication, but that wouldn’t leave a mark that was necessary for their masquerade. Besides, the commander was right, there was nothing new to be said and more earnest goodbyes could be… hard. Liara needed to start mobilization imminently, but before… “Glyph, please have the largest pizza reheated and the sugared fruits brought to me, also a large chocolate shake.” ordered the Shadow Broker as she fondly pated her soft belly. That day was going to be hard as it is, the doctor needed something to lift her spirits if even a little. The enormous asari began to furiously work on consoles, the sudden motions sending waves through pillowy forearms and further into her blubbery body. Soon, one of the bots had arrived with an enormous bowl full of dried fruits covered in sweet, white powder. Without even looking at it, Liara took a handful and poured it inside her mouth. If most humans saw just how much the bountiful asari managed to open her jaw they would be reminded that they are in fact different species, because no homo sapiens would be able to so easily fit that much food at once without unhinging jaws. That and the Shadow Broker had a lot of practice. Liara worked furiously, saving for the occasions when she would cram more fruits into her mouth once she swallowed the previous portions. The bowl was large and originally filled to the brim, but was now being emptied with alarming efficiency. Fortunately, pizza and shake arrived before the fruits ran out. Both items were enormous in size. The pizza was almost four feet in diameter and was covered in a thick layer of Thessian meats, some vegetables, and sauce, all cut into rectangles for convenience. The container had a long straw that could easily hold two liters of thick, brown substance. Before reaching for anything, Liara allowed the bot to clear her from any remains of powder and fruits. Then the machine put a platter with several slices next to her. At once, the obese asari reached for it and bit into the juicy square. Via some careful head and mouth maneuvers, she does manage to devour the slice without any help from the bot but it does require her to use both hands. As impressive as this was, it proved to be uncomfortable so Liara ordered the automaton to hold the next slice by her lips. The bot was quite busy, the Shadow Broker was inhaling the thick pieces with astounding speed despite the fact she wasn’t hungry in the first place. The stream of fattening food that was passing through her gullet was only occasionally stopped when Liara needed to either command the bot, to drink the equally calorie-rich liquid, or to have herself cleaned. Many things could be said about the immense asari current habits, but she couldn’t be ever accused of messiness. So Liara ate and worked, the taste of food and the increasing fullness of her soft gut was soothing her anxiety, if only a little. Once about two-thirds of the enormous wheel and half of the shake found themselves into Liara’s gluttonous stomach, now poking far much more out of the already outstretched shirt, she was about done. Luckily the stuffed asari prepared procedures and made preparations beforehand. It was when somebody called. That in itself wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that somebody was calling Liara T’Soni on a purely civilian channel. She immodestly checked the source: Alliance’s colony, Fehl Prime located near the border of human space, not on the edge, but close. Despite its size, it was a valuable place with some minor exploratory excavations. The caller was Treeya Nuwani. Now that was somebody Liara hadn’t heard from in a while, shame. She liked the fellow doctor. The just slightly younger asari was one of few members of their race who, like the information broker, valued education in such an early stage of life. That and Treeya was one of few who gave any thought to her findings and theories. Her opinion, between her age and focus on anthropology, mattered little. The ex-archeologist opened the connection. She immediately recognized Treeya and there seemed to be Alliance military personnel next to her. “Dr Nuwani, good to see you.” welcomed the young maiden. The face of the asari on the other side shoved surprise at what she was seeing but quickly collected herself. The present humans, less so. Not surprising, obviously they weren’t actually seeing her, but a digitally generated image, but it did show Liara’s appearance when she had been already well past 100 pounds larger than average asari. “You as well, Dr T’Soni. I found an unknown object in the ruins of Fehl Prime and I would like your input.” the maiden said politely and began typing. “And here I thought they all looked the same.” injected a human male in the background. Soon enough Liara received scans and images of the object… oh no. Well… if somebody were to at least consider it, that would be Treeya. The whole truth… that would be a pleasant change of pace and she would have a clear conscience. Even if the results were predictable. Liara started with a bit of distance. Of course, Treeya practically recited the official formula, luckily with little emotion. The doctor shared her experiences, which seemed to crumble her colleague's resolve and… interference? Liara tried to clear it, nothing. She tried different channels, with the same results. That was bad, civilian communication was one thing, all other means the obese asari had access to, was vastly another. The doctor switched attention to researching the source of interference, as well as to remaining powdered fruits. Whatever it was, it was close to the colony, wait… “Skułwysyny” an alien curse escaped her stuffed mouth as she recognized the frequency. Liara shoveled another portion inside, how naïve they were to think the Collectors had only a single ship. It couldn’t be the one that had attacked Normandy, they monitored the Omega relay constantly. The implications were worrying, not to mention the fate of the colony and Treeya. Liara considered her options, during this she emptied what little remained in the bowl, but she came to a conclusion. The doctor barely swallowed the last portion before an emergency line to Illium connected. “Eristena, I had an assignment for Red Spirits. Full mobilization immediately.” ordered Liara, barely managing to keep her voice calm. Within several minutes she had relayed mission parameters and available information, the muscular asari knew how to proceed from there. Liara closed her eyes and rubbed her face. She felt heavy, but that had nothing to do with the adipose, which Nyxeris had made her gain. A lot was going on, and the situation, for all of her resources, made her feel helpless. The doctor let out a heavy sigh. “Glyph, have my two next mains meals prepared, desserts included as well as a supply of my favorite coffee. Also add digestives, set 3a.” ordered Liara as she slowly returned to her consoles and pizza. “Shadow Broker, that is well beyond your possible food in-” “Now, Glyph” “Of course, ma’am.” with that the VI flew off, simultaneously activating other automatons. Liara was analyzing all options to gain as much advantage in the current situation while finishing the remaining pizza. After several minutes, she was back in rhythm, save for meat-covered rectangles that had been depleted along the way. Fortunately, quickly enough a first course arrived. This time Liara opted to eat by herself from the tray closely held to her by the bot, she couldn’t rush now anyway. So the doctor monitored the Red Spirits, sectors around Fehl Prime, the Omega relay, and Cerberus movements, looking for opportunities or threats. Of course, Liara kept her strength with fine cuisine. Oh, she wasn’t hungry, quite the opposite, by the time the Shadow Broker had devoured the pizza, she was properly stuffed, her stomach fully freed from the confines of her shirt. However, the drugs mixed with food mostly took care of any discomfort for now and the doctor needed to eat. So Liara worked and ate. She ate and worked. And then she ate some more. The obese maiden was in a work/eating trance, although what took precedence was unclear. Liara kept cramming more and more food between her lips, barely registering what she ate, what was important was to keep going, to eat more. The automatons kept her clean, the tunnel focus and drugs made her ignorant to the effects of her rampant gluttony, beyond the release it was giving her. But forcing several meals worth of food even into her well-trained, stretched gut wasn't without impact. The monstrous organ wasn’t limitless. Liara was fat, the months with Nyxeris and the appetite that remained made sure that every bit of her was large, soft. Every part of her was LARGE, but her stomach was easily the most eye-catching, the massive mass of flesh was easily Liara’s biggest asset. The humongous organ had already been filled with pizza, fruit, and shake, but it wasn’t enough for the stressed doctor. Liara needed to eat, eating brought peace. At first, the new wave of food and drink filled what little space remained, but Liara needed more. So the belly expanded to accommodate fuel for further growth. The azure belly changed from a roughly loose mass of blubber into a more spherical shape as it was being filled. It was nothing new, Liara had put her ravenous, ever-demanding belly through similar exercises. However, minutes passed and the enthralled asari continued. Despite the thick layer of adipose, first inspection would reveal how much the luscious belly was full and how stretched its skin was. It was truly an incredible image, something resembling an enormous, smooth, living pillow or wide bean bag that was attached to the fat, soft, wobbling body of an asari. The groaning orb, loudly and painfully trying to digest its load, reached the biggest size yet… and kept going. Liara continued to gorge herself, her rapid movements making her fat jiggle almost like a sea. Despite well-trained movements, pieces of food were everywhere, bots were able to clean the obese asari, but her shirt was in the need of washing. Through it tortured the organ slowly, constantly pushed onward, one could almost hear the sound of skin trying to accommodate the growing monstrosity. The Shadow Broker didn’t care, she was too focused on her computers and pushing food past her mouth, even as the latter was becoming harder. Oh, she felt the pain that came from her middle… what once was her middle, the soft anesthetics in food wasn’t even close to stopping it, but Liara welcomed it. Time passed and the automatons continued to supply food to their master. The doctor’s belly inflated accordingly, the veins enveloping it were now visible, and with every minute there were more and more purple cracks appearing on its surface. The ridiculous gut was now the size of a boulder, it no longer looked simply like an unreal example of otherworldly gluttony. No, this terrifying stomach was like some alien organism that had attached itself to Liara, making her into a food-starved lunatic. Because, what sane asari would willingly turn such a gluttonous blob. The sheer unnaturalness of the situation. The spherical organ, visibly throbbing, reached well over twice its original, stuffed volume. Despite her limbs covered in a thick layer of fat, her legs wider than her waist had been, large torso and bloated neck, at this point it would be hard not to succumb to the illusion that it was Liara who was attached to the throbbing, fleshy landmass, not the other way around. The monstrous gut was reaching its owners field of vision in spite of her focus on screens. Liara reached a state Nyxeris could only wish to induce. Nothing would stop her consumption, the digs and the pure force stopped any regurgitation, and the tormenting pain from her gargantuan growth was but an encouragement. Aside from its tremendous size, the throbbing stomach was now covered in a web of purple, occasionally almost red, stretch marks. It was hard, no, terrifying to think what would happen if this mad feast were to be continued. Liara was ready to, alas her body began to fail her, despite the steady supply of enhanced caffeine. For some time now, her eyelids were getting heavier, focusing on the console as well. It had been a long day by the time the Shepard had called, how much later, with such heavy news and constant work the exhaustion was dawning on her. At some point, while trying to push some cutlet into her mouth, Liara’s hand paused, and soon after she simply fell asleep amongst the rumbles of her mountainous organ. Glyph would feel relief if he could. While he couldn’t experience shock or disgust, if things continued, soon he would have to prevent any permanent damage to his master. Instead, the present automatons were ordered to carefully clean the Shadow Broker and her surroundings. One medical bot was summoned, its superior accuracy allowed it to remove some extra food remains from their softly snoring master. Once this task was done the automaton began carefully applying various lotions on the surface of the pulsating surface. Despite every precaution, the obese matron did move a few times or as much as she could be pinned by all her blubber and litter of food b**s. Once this job was done, the reserves of lotion that the medbots had were almost depleted. The VI ordered all automatons to return to their stations, then Glyph slightly increased temperature in the room, turned off all lights, and noted to have their food resupplied as soon as possible. After that, the VI returned to the tasks he normally did during the Shadow Broker’s rest. Liara was left alone. The hundreds of pounds of pure lard, dwarfed by Goddess know how much food in her monstrous gut looked ready to burst. For anybody not in the know, it would be hard to believe this blob in plain, food-stained clothing had used to be a fairly athletic asari just two years ago. By the Void, it would be hard to believe Liara was even an asari, perhaps some mutant or unknown alien with similar coloring. Soon it wouldn’t be such a shock. Now, it is said that humans have nightmares after sweets and overeating. Liara wasn’t a human, the inflated asari dreamed of her, an equally enormous, lovely quarian, a glorious, tall goddess with a mane of blood, mountains of cuisine, and a flock of chubby, smiling, blue children. *** Normandy SR-2 Captain’s quarters Shepard was laying on the bed, her arm covering her eyes and discarded holopad. As much as it was preferable to idle waiting, the commander wasn’t able to sleep. Instead, she was forced to think about their situation, reminisce. Not exactly the most pleasant activity for her given the situation. Doors opened, Elizabeth didn’t even glance in their direction, she knew those footsteps well. “You know you don’t have to run checks on Normandy every five minutes. Try to relax.” said Shepard, fully aware of her hypocrisy. “Because you’re such an example of calmness… Want to listen to music?” Shepard took her arm away, that was sudden and unexpected. She raised herself to look at her lover. Even with the suit and watching front, Elizabeth couldn’t help but admire Tali’s figure. Lately, the quarian passed the 250 pounds mark, sure she still had some work to catch up to Miranda, let alone Liara, but it was settling beautifully. Sure her tummy grew sparsely and her breasts were just a bit bitter, but her ASS was a poesy. Those juicy cheeks were close to the medical ball in size, accompanied by those childbearing hips Shepard could see even when looking at her lover from the front. Still, nowadays the commander tended to watch Tali’s back especially closely, even outside of combat, and especially when she was leaning down. “Enjoy it while you can”… Shepard had every intention to make sure Tali would not be able to or needed to lean down for anything. For some reason, the soft quarian looked a bit nervous, holding the datapad. Strange, Tali had long overcome her shyness. “Ahem. I thought that maybe you would like to listen to music, but I didn’t know what you’d like… and I’m babbling again.” said Tali as she squirmed. “Yes, you are and it's adorable. Now c’mon here and tell me what’s that all about.” replied Elizabeth and patted the bed. The quarian sighed and went to bed, soon the pair were lying on their back looking through the ceiling. “Everybody got something to focus on, but not you. And you looked ready to punch holes in the hull, so I tried to come up with something, but… When we do something for fun it’s usually something Liara or I want to do, never you.” explained the quarian embarrassed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure we do plenty of things I like.” replied Shepard with a chuckle and gently shook her lover’s soft tummy. Tali flushed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, that’s our thing by now. Ancestors know Liara would make sure of it even without your help… Liz, can I help?” Shepard remained still for a few seconds before chuckling. “As bad as It sounds I guess most of our mission is my thing. But if you are offering… how about I help you take out this suit and you give me some nice, tender… cuddles.” This earned her a jab and laugh from her lover. But not a minute later, amidst the buzzing energy field, the environmental suit was falling to the ground, and soon after both women were interlocked in bed. “…there are better excuses if you just wanted to grope me.” injected the engineer as she felt familiar five-fingered hands roaming her butt cheeks. “And you don’t have to be so low, I do love to see your face.” “Mhm… those are only soft parts on your body.” Tali’s face was well below the human’s collarbone snuggling into the commander's very ample chest and her own hands were trying to reach that ridiculously round ass. Neither really minded and after several minutes the soft quarian fell asleep in the warm embrace. Shepard did not, although her experience brought calmness. As the commander carefully explored Tali’s body, she couldn’t help but both love it and desire more of this lovely, soft flesh. *** XO’s office “*buuurpppp*” Miranda stiffened the sound coming from her lips, then with no second thought put another pastry in her mouth to join many of its brethren in her gut. Around the fat brunette, there was a battery of various sweets as well as empty wrappers. Given the situation, the operative had decided she could indulge a bit. It’s important to note that Miranda wasn’t stress-eating. Miranda Lawson does not stress-eat. “Fuck hell, cheerleader, and you call me crude.” mocked Jack who lied on one of the couches with a few snacks she had “liberated” from the overfed brunette. Her presence in the office was becoming more and more a normal state of affairs. “Do not mistake an occasional slip with overall conduct. After all, you too can occasionally shine with an unexpected insight, despite your overall disposition.” said Miranda between bites with a smirk on her face. “Pppfff, nerd.” commented the convict and took a bite out of her chocolate. The silence returned, Miranda was supposedly looking through Normandy’s logs, but that was an excuse. “Hey, tubby?” Miranda sighed. “Yes, Jack?” “You’ve been working for Cerberus sometime now, but with all your prattle about being perfect biotic, you actually never been a proper tin-soldier like Jacob, right?” asked the tattooed woman strangely calmly. The question and tone surprised Miranda. “No. While I was frequently deployed to combat-oriented assignments, I was never part of our military branch or on the “front lines” so to speak” Miranda replied carefully. “Yeah, me neither. I wasn’t much of a team player before. Still aren’t.” The brunette raised an eyebrow and slowly looked at her “guest”. With some effort, she managed to move her bulk to the proper position. The convict was staring absently into the wall, slowly chewing on the chocolate bar. Then the realization hit her, the source of those questions surprising. Jack was genuinely scared of confronting Collectors. Several weeks ago it would be ammunition, reason to belittle. Not now. Besides Miranda knew even if she used it would be hypocritical, she was afraid as well. It would be foolish not to experience it given the circumstances. Everybody on board the Normandy was feeling it to various degrees. Save Shepard, perhaps. Jack noticed her gaze, she looked back and smirked. “Wanna fuck? Miranda blinked. “Excuse me?” “Listen, cheerleader. The way I see it: I need to let out some steam, and you can’t keep doing… whatever you’re doing or we’ll have to roll you down from the ship. Besides, don't tell me you don’t enjoy ending that dry spell of yours, tubby?” offered Jack bluntly with a toothy grin. Miranda opened her mouth then closed, opened again. Her normally quick brain wasn’t able to compute what it had just heard. After several seconds the convict shrugged with a grimace and returned to the chocolate. A few more seconds passed before Jack was gently yeeted on the bed with biotics. Almost immediately the tattooed woman was scrambling to stand up with ready obscenity to shout. But this time Jack froze like a deer in headlights. Miranda was walking…no…. strutting bouncily towards the convict. The jacket and shirt had been abandoned, leaving only a black, strained bra, giving the tattooed woman a prime view of swaying flesh. Jack was intimately familiar with just how generous Miranda’s figure was, but now with her throat dry, she was observing just how much… bounce the brunette was able to give those luscious curves. “Now, those are far superior accommodations than in those quarters of yours. Therefore I hope for better performance. Do give me your best.” said the brunette as she entered the bed, now without trousers. The piece of furniture cracked softly and Miranda nonchalantly sat on the half-lying convict. Jack almost gasped as she was being reminded just how heavy the brunette was. “You’re going to eat those words, cheerleadeeh…” started the skinner woman, but was distracted as Miranda leaned over, practically putting her awe-inspiring cleavage in Jack's face. “I certainly hope so” *** Meanwhile, as those races with time which conclusions would decide the fate of the known Galaxy and billions of lives went on, a much less dramatic event was taking place. But one, that would potentially begin dramatic changes in the culture of the Galaxy. Inside a few magazines, mostly those targeting the human and asari demographics was featured a ** add-on, inside which were several sets of pin-up photos of various asari and human females. Participants were objectively attractive, perhaps not quite to the standards of professionals, but they cleaned up nicely with little help. However, this wasn’t important. What was important was that those models varied from chubby to morbidly obese, both human and asari. That was a shock to human recipients, who, to put it lightly, didn’t have an overly positive worldview on fat bodies. However, it was mostly a mixture of old, outdated prejudices, rarely genuine disgust. After all, in the present day with highly advanced medicine and plastic surgery stopping the body from fattening or losing pounds was laughably easy (at least to a certain point). People even slightly overweight were a minority. That didn’t stop the wave mocking or downright commentary, but that was nothing new and sales didn’t practically suffer, in fact, quite the opposite. Amongst asari the situation appeared similar - mocking commentary, bad review, questions about what caused such an outrageous extra to even appear. But they all seemed… half-hearted. For the long-lived species the concept of one of them being so severely overweight was… alien, completely theoretical at best. With their rigid and vain beauty standards intact for millennia, the idea had become more obscure than “male” asari porn. Until now. And where “official” responses ended, the vast differences from humans' reactions started. Of course, a group of asari, mostly in more advanced stages of life, were honestly disgusted with what they witnessed, but that was mostly bigots that clung to their beliefs. Then there were those more accepting, seeing this merely as an intruding fad. Both of those groups were a majority, at least outwardly. In reality, there were two main, intertwining camps, that encompassed the majority of asari who had read the extra part of magazines. One - asari who desired, openly or in the depths of their souls, to do nothing more than to touch those soft curves, who wondered how their usual subject of attraction would look with all that flesh. Second – those amongst the asari, who after witnessing the extra sets, took a good look at their bodies. They couldn’t help but consider how it would feel being that big, all that weight pressing on them. All that flesh… It wasn’t a rigid divide and a percent of those asari would admit their actual experiences. Nonetheless, the addition made an effect. Of course, those reactions couldn’t be used to reliably gauge an entire species. Of all asari, only a small fraction even bothered to buy the magazines containing the addition, nothing strange, really. But the beauty of the extranet was that nothing was lost and everything was discussed and shared. Noteworthy was also that, aside from expected mocking massages towards the sets featuring plus-sized beauties, publishers were also receiving a fair amount of, anonymous, responses in a very different tone. Some fan mail, requests for more content of this kind, even question how one could become this kind of model. Again it was a fraction of the entire asari population. But it was starting to make waves. The question was if they would die down or turn into a tsunami. *** The sound of an alarm woke Liara up, she rubbed her eyes, trying to gain some clarity. Her head was pounding, the enormous asari had gotten very little sleep during the last 48 hours, and only a few naps on her command armchair. She was too busy monitoring the situation on the human colony and waiting on news from Omega’s sector. The doctor adjusted her position, the unfortunate side effect being the burst of gas that escaped from her mouth. To be honest, beyond working, Liara was also busy gorging herself, it was the only thing that allowed her to remain active. Even after sleep, her stomach was taut and growling, working hard to digest the mountain of dense calories inside. Finally, the half-asleep asari managed to check what the ruckus was about and immediately woke up. Normandy was back, what’s more, despite severe damages to the ship there had been no casualties. “Glyph…urp” “Everything’s in order, doctor. The medical and technical teams reached Normandy, according to reports, with minor repairs the ship should be able to start the journey to the destined base within two hours. The travel arrangements for you had been made and Mister Ferron was notified.” replied the VI that had immediately appeared next to her. “Good I’ll take a shower and we may set off. Oh and have breakfast prepared.” replied the obese, suddenly feeling new energy filling her. She intended to go about her business, but her armchair, as comfortable as it was, normally made standing up a little tricky. Now with her gut a rigid boulder of digesting food wrapped in a thick layer of pure lard, that feat was eluding her. After the fourth try, Liara was contemplating using biotics. “May I offer assistance, Shadow Broker?” offered Glyph now towed by two bots. “…I would appreciate it.” Supported by two special automatons, the mass of flesh that was Liara T’Soni managed to stand up. Upon this, the wobbling doctor realized that for such a long time with so little movement beyond bathroom breaks she was a little stiff and a little out of balance. So both accompanied her to their living quarters. Glyph watched with his unblinking eye as his master waddled, her body was jiggling, the massive protrusion from her middle had significantly shifted her center of mass, further lessening her already deteriorated locomotion abilities. The VI didn’t understand why his master maintained the increase in her body mass, despite clear disadvantages, even if this provided no medical drawbacks. However, both the goal and the process itself were desirable by the Shadow Broker. That was all Glyph cared about and he was going to do everything to keep his master happy. *** Several hours later Undisclosed location, Facility of T’Soni’s company Shepard sighed as she read data provided by her datapad. The commander was bored, which considering the events of the last days was a genuinely good thing, but that didn’t change that the muscular female was going stir crazy. The Collectors had been dealt with, the crew rescued and they made it back. Void, they even managed to make it to Liara’s base without any interference. Now the crew was in medical, some were even given a clean bill of health, those were either receiving a briefing or… being quietly put into cryo if their allegiance to Cerberus was too strong. Seeing as her bedside manner was almost as bad as her cooking, Shepard couldn’t exactly help. Tali, of course, was overseeing repairs to Normandy and bossing around Liara’s engineers. Everybody else was relaxing in their own ways, even Grunt seemed to have had his share of violence, for time being. Elizabeth had gone through all the review data she had been provided after the return. While she found a few useful and interesting bits, there were only so many times she could read it. Even now she tried the lines of text and pictures hoping to find any extra meaning behind them. At least the quarters she was assigned to were nice. Shepard heard the door opening long before she saw anything. Fortunately, the door was connected to the main rooms by a short hallway. The commander reached towards one of the hidden weapons, a little precaution went a long way. First, the steps seemed familiar as the deepened breathing and soon Elizabeth saw her unexpected guest. And there was a lot to hang on one's eye. “That’s hardly how most people imagine Commander Shepard after victory,” noted Liara with amusement. “I’m saving my hero pose for the party. I’ve been promised one.” replied Elizabeth, a wide smirk appearing on her face. Despite her faintly visible fatigue, the asari looked positively scrumptious. Every limb, every fold was visibly bigger, fuller than compared even to the last time the Spectre saw her lover, there was simply so much of Liara now and all of this in a lovely, loose dress, clearly of human design. “Shepard…” the asari wasn’t given a chance to finish. The commander appeared right before the heavy beauty. “Shhh” the tall woman put her hands on the side rolls of the lovely doctor and hugged her, reaching for those sweet lips. The fat welcomingly enveloped the Spectre…mmm so much more than the last time… it took some time before they properly interlocked, there was quite the obstacle in the way. Shepard ravenously kissed her love and with equal fervor grabbed as much of her flesh as possible. For the first time, the blood haired female regretted not being a hanar, with all of their appendages she would have a chance to feel her asari so much better. Unfortunately, the commander was limited only to her arms and upper body, but she worked tirelessly to make up for those shortcomings. Oh, there was no chance of wrapping her long limbs around that ripe body of Liara’s, but she had every intention of mapping as much of this luscious adipose. The commander felt flesh move under her fingers, as it jiggled under her movements. New folds, bulges of fat and old ones, so much bigger than last time Shepard felt them. The commander also felt Liara’s own arms on her, those fatty limbs felt like pillows and her breasts… Shepard was never a fan of her own oversized chest, but now when it was pressing to the doctor's even bigger one, somehow both soft and shapely orb, was one of few times she appreciated it. Unfortunately, the time came when Liara broke the kiss. Her beautiful, cherubic face was covered in dark purple blush, she was panting for breath. “So absence does make the heart grow fonder” gasped out Liara fighting her breathing and a smile. “Just wanted to express my gratitude for all the support you’ve been giving us and the entertainment.” replied Shepard with a sly grin. Somehow the doctor’s round face blushed even more. They sat on the bed next to each other. The commander’s attention didn’t escape how much the mattress bent under her lover’s large bottom and how far she had to spread her legs to accommodate her meaty gut. “It’s good to see you again Shepard. Where’s Tali?” “Fussing over Normandy. And she said I was babying Grunt.” Despite the happy reunion, they went over the “important” matters and recent events. “Speaking of, is operative Lawson available. There were a few issues I would talk about with her.” said Liara at some point. “I think you should wait for it until tomorrow. Miranda’s resting in her own way and she would not appreciate being interrupted. On an unrelated note, do you think I could make a career in matchmaking? *** “MMMMmmmmmm” “C’mon cheerleader, I saw you stuff yourself with those candies. Or are you giving up, tubby?” mocked Jack with a wicked grin. She was kneeling on the bed, naked. With one hand the convict was cramming an éclair into Miranda’s mouth, her second hand was placed deep between the brunette’s lush thighs. The brunette too was naked, if one discount smears of chocolate and cream on her face and upper torso. Miranda was panting heavily, which was further uncomfortable given that her stomach was stuffed to the point it resembled a beach ball and her mouth was stuffed with a mix of cake and cream. Once again Jack had come with a “proposition” for more stress relief, though this time assumed a more assertive stance. As much as Miranda hated it she couldn’t say that she wasn’t enjoying it now or the previous time. *** Liara opted to not divulge into the last part. After a few more minutes they were done with formalities. Shepard leaned back on the bed with a sigh. “If they told me upfront what being commander was like I would tell them to shove it.” noticed Shepard, she hated bureaucracy. “Well, they are benefits of command or maybe I got the wrong impression. You do seem to enjoy some of them.” teased Liara, remembering the times she knew very well that the commander fully enjoyed pulling a rank. “Some of us more than the others.” replied Shepard with a grin and patted the side of the obese asari gut. Even through the dress, it was easy to spot waves that spread through the adipose. Liara blushed almost as easily as when they first met. “Speaking of… did you have anything to eat before getting here?” asked the spectre cheerfully. “Before coming to you I had to deal with local personnel and other duties. It took some time. I certainly could use a meal after all of this.” said Liara, her hand automatically going to the mass of blubber that was her stomach. “That’s great. I was hoping we could check something” The commander stood up and began vigorously rummaging through items she had brought from the Normandy. “I had a feeling you would visit when you had a chance so…ah, here it is” Elizabeth picked something up. “You know, I had been looking for it. I see Miss Goto’s habits have rubbed off on you.” said the asari with light amusement as she inspected the scale she had bought months ago. “I suppose we can check on our little experiment” On those words Shepard’s grin managed to widen, it seemed weird for some reason. The commander placed the scale before the wide asari and helped her stand up. The doctor was about to step on it but was stopped. “Clothes and shoes, you don’t want to get false readings, do you?” asked the Spectre, grinning. “I’m sure that’s the reason,” replied Liara with a knowing smile. Shepard began to efficiently disrobe her love. As predicted the obese asari felt pale hands in places woefully unrelated to the process. She wouldn’t admit it to the tall woman, but it was a vastly preferable way to her bots. With the dress out of the way, Shepard kneeled and removed shoes from blue feet. Then she stood up and made a thoughtful expression, as she inspected the enormity of Liara T’Soni. “Was this an elaborate ruse to ogle me?” asked the almost naked asari with a hint of blush. “I like to think I don’t need an excuse to ogle somebody as beautiful as you. C’mon hop on.” replied Elizabeth, her smile shifting into something that made the well-fed doctor feel very warm. Without further ado, she stepped on the scale. The measure took a few seconds, during which Liara was being painfully reminded that there was no chance for her to read the dial. “Weight: 552,3 pounds Height: 6” ½’ BMI: 73.9” …Liara felt the ground escape from beneath her bare feet. How? That couldn’t be right… she knew she had gained weight but that much… “Liara” How will Shep… “Liara!” The doctor was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice, she realized that she was sitting on the bed and her arm was firmly held by Shepard. The obese beauty looked at her. “You gave me a scare here. You know when you said you could use a meal you should have mentioned that you were on the verge of starvation.” said Shepard trying to sound nonchalant. “Meal… Goddess, Shepard I should immediately go on a proper diet. How can you even look at ....” “Okay, full stop,” said Elizabeth putting a finger on blue lips. “Liara, I asked you to put on more weight, I wanted it, you just overshoot a little compared to what you said. Really, compared to the first time I saw you with extra padding it’s nothing. Besides, you look only better.” explained Shepard calmly. “Liz I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I showed a complete lack of self-control…” “And you enjoyed it.” “…not the point. After that little experiment, I was going to lose most of the extra weight. I can’t…” “Really?” Sheppard gave her pointed, surprisingly serious look. Liara blinked a few times. “Liara, I can’t tell what exactly you were doing back at the base alone, but every time we had a private vid-call you were practically force-feeding yourself. Cholera, a few times I thought you would burst. But seeing how fast you pile on pounds it couldn’t be that much out of ordinary. And don’t try to tell me you weren’t enjoying it, I know you Liara.” The doctor blushed, being reminded of her moments of boldness was embarrassing enough. What’s more, looking back, she couldn’t find a proper counterargument. “Nyxeris…” “Tried to make you a mindless glutton, yes, probably even partially succeeded. But I read the report on what exactly she was doing, and for all her smarts, your secretary hadn’t come with the idea to brainwash you to like being fat. Tell me…” Shepard moved and in the next second was kneeling on one leg directly before Liara, to be exact right next to a momentous boulder of flesh. The obese asari blushed, even more so as she realized just how much her blubber was obscuring Elizabeth, who was both exceptionally tall and muscular. The pale woman put her hands on the blue knees, or rather where she suspected Liara’s knees were under all fat and began trailing upwards, deliberately slowly along those smooth, tree-trunk legs until she reached the enormous gut. She began gently fondling the soft mass. “… do you really dislike this? And no asari propaganda, I want to know what you feel about this. I sure do love more of you.” Liara’s jaw opened and closed, the automatic reply dying on her lips. With terror, she realized that answer wasn’t as obvious. The obese closed her eyes, trying to filter any previous assumptions she had. Liara had practice and with some time, she managed to. The results were… her expression was unreadable, changing, her jaw was moving, but no words came out, even as her face changed colors and a shine of sweat appeared on it. When the doctor opened her eyes, Shepard could feel weak shaking spearing through soft adipose. Liara slowly looked at her hands, even her fingers were thicker, almost like sausages, she put them on the pile of flesh that was her stomach. All of this, all this fat was her. “Goddess…cholera…I-I do like it.” Her new form was heavy and large, making even the simplest physical activity increasingly hard. Liara knew that only her biotics and exercise (or what she considered to be exercise nowadays) allowed her to be as mobile as she was. No matter what her biology suggested by asari standards Liara was a freak, more so than before, and wouldn’t be accepted. Then why does it feel so good?! Why Liara couldn’t stop this feeling of excitement, dare she admit – arousal, every time she looked at her soft adipose. The doctor never particularly considered herself to be beautiful or physically attractive before. She never cared much for it either(or so she claimed). So why did that fat-ridden body of hers was bringing feelings of pride?! Why did this slow, enormous, obese form covered in folds of ripe adipose was making her feel such confidence? After that realization sunk in, Liara understood, at that very moment, that there was no losing weight for her. Perhaps if she was alone, the doctor would be able to shed some pounds. But with Shepard openly expressing her approval for all this fat… Liara took several deep breaths, then looked down at the wickedly grinning Shepard. Even now she was feeling her pale finger kneading her smooth belly. “I… do admit that I may have been in a bit of a denial…” “A bit?” chuckled the commander. The look that the doctor gave her would crush a lesser being, but Elizabeth kept grinning. “Liz… this is still new for me, you know I’m not quite as… adaptive as you are. But you’re right, my… newfound curves aren’t as unwelcome as I initially made it out to be. However, given the circumstances, I believe it would be wise for me to slow down, so to speak.” finished Liara. The smile disappeared from Shepard’s face, but only to morph into a thoughtful expression. She also began to slowly lift the blue gut, up and down, like she was trying to measure its weight. That process made purple shades appear on the asari’s face and effectively muted the round matron. At last, the Spectre stopped, but then she pressed the side of her head into the soft mass and moved her hands to Liara’s side-rolls. At that moment Liara thought she would burst into flames as she felt her lover sink deeply into her stomach. “You know…” began Shepard, her voice was a bit muffled by the adipose. “…you could focus on the other side of things as a new hobby before we deal with the Reapers.” “Wha… what do you mean?” stuttered the young matron. Get yourself together, you’re the Shadow Broker, for Goddess’s sake! The commander moved face-first into the large gut and Liara yelped as she felt familiar lips near her belly button. Shepard emerged from the mass of flesh, smiling widely, and looked at her love. “You’re not going to tell me that stretchy suit for Tali, and tons of enriched levo-foods were only for my sake, are you?” asked the spectre and wiggled her eyebrows. “Well…” Liara stuttered, of course, that is how she was explaining it to herself, but… “You were also awfully eager to help Miranda with our little masquerade. You do get regular updates with photographic documentation. Our resident cheerleader did round out nicely, don’t you agree?” “ahhhh…” yes, yes she did, deliciously so. “Also is it only me or did Khalisah look plump during her latest interviews and what is this I heard about this new peculiar magazine? Those models are quite plum…” “Enough… where did you hear all of this?” interrupted Liara, her face covered in light purple color. “Well I do watch the news… also you did give me access to part of your network and… I keep in touch with Eristena.” admitted the Spectre. The immense asari simply puffed her checks. Of course… Shepard only smiled wider on that. “You’re cute when worked up like that. Calm down, we’re both just looking after you. Somebody has to.” “And I appreciate it, but I think intruding on my personal matters is hardly necessary. Also implying that, like Nyxeris…” “Stop right there” interrupted Elizabeth, really it was becoming a theme that day. “First of all, I’m pretty sure I am your personal matters. Second, as unexpected as it was, I too like to watch fine ladies such as yourself grow nice and soft. So does quite a lot of asari if Mordin’s right. You really want to continue?” reasoned the Spectre with a smug look. Liara just exhaled in defeat, not even correcting her lover about Asari's gender. Once again Shepard was right, but this time the denial was completely fake. It was, however, a newly found guilty pleasure of hers, a dirty little secret. Not much of a secret, apparently. “And you propose that instead of pigging out I found somebody to fatten as a distraction?” asked the soft doctor. Shepard went up from her knees and sat next to her on the bed, their sides touched, or rather Shepard’s side was partially absorbed by Liara’s one and the Spectre’s hand remained on the blue leg that was thicker than her waist. “You’re already fattening several people as a more "humanitarian" way of dealing with them and that lab of yours. Find somebody to focus on as a pet project. And don’t tell me you’ve not been watching al-Jilani’s interviews for news?” Shepard said and Liara’s plump, blue face blushed slightly. Indeed she did watch several interviews with the insolent journalist, whose chest and middle had been undergoing interesting changes. “I’m just putting it out there. It’s good to enjoy your work.” added the Spectre with a peaceful smile. “Not exactly the most moral approach… or healthy.” noticed Liara. This time Elizabeth gave her a heavy look and the obese asari had to mentally yield. They were well past that point. “Well, seeing as you’re branching out, I have my own proposition – a T’Soni fast-food chain,” said Shepard with a chuckle. Liara blinked, that idea, given the main topic, was both obvious and ludicrous, but… Her train of thought was quickly obliterated as she realized that Elizabeth had grabbed her arm and the blue, pillowy limb had those two large, pale, perky orbs pressed into it and much skinnier face was close to hers. “Seeing as we covered everything… I think we should make up for these last few months.” proposed the commander with a sultry smile. Liara soon returned it. With effort, their faces began closing in, and… *GGRRRROOOOOOOWWLLLLL* Something akin to a deep rumble rippled through the air and the enormous asari turned reddish-purple. Liara was so focused she had forgotten about her munchies, at least until now. Now the monstrous orb, that overgrown organ that constantly battled asari’s reason, lousy reminded of its needs, its large needs. Shepard just laughed and stood up. “I almost forgot that you’re a growing girl. I could use some chow myself, show me where the canteen is.” said Elizabeth and offered to support her love. Liara was grateful she didn’t have to ask for help, she would probably set herself on flame with embarrassment. Being supported by the wall of muscle that was the Spectre, the enormous maiden managed to stand up. A large wave moved through the blue flab, most visibly on the enormous gut, ripe chest, and globes of ass-cheeks, but also on the ends of her limbs. Still smiling, but without a word Elizabeth helped her fat lover put on the clothes. Carefully every bulge of fat, every fold and curve was being covered by the fabric. Meanwhile, Liara kept blushing furiously as she was being reminded how much help she needed to somewhat quickly deal with such a basic task. During the entire task, her soft gut kept reminding her of the terrible vacancy inside it. What's worse, all of it was quite… exciting. Once that was done, the commander put on something more than her shirt. Then hand in hand, the unusual duo set off looking for sustenance. A lot of it. *** Several hours later The door to Shepard’s temporary quarters opened and two women came in… perhaps two women stumbled in, would be more accurate. It was a strange pair, a quite tall, quarian female, much “thicker” than most of her species, especially around her bottom. She was also swaying quite a lot, seemingly unable to maintain a horizontal position. Her companion was a positively enormous asari, whose every part was encased in a large layer of flab, she was taller than the quarian and while seemed to have less trouble maintaining her standing position, her posture betrayed tiredness. It was hard to tell who was supporting who, because botch looked ready to fall without support. Still, the explanation of how Tali and Liara found themselves in such a situation was rather mundane. The young maiden had prepared a small celebration for Normandy's crew. It was good to mingle without pretenses, although it had started a bit awkwardly at first. Still, it was a large success, however, come the moment when Tali’s increased bulk hadn’t been enough to shield her from the effects of alcohol. Liara decided it would be wise to escort her to bed. The obese asari was tired, even if her naturally strong head and body weight made sure she was tipsy at most. Still, the doctor hadn’t been confident to use biotics to support them, so the long trek was challenging. So she made sure her friend (with benefits? Lover? Future co-wife?) didn’t fall over or fall asleep and Tali supported her bulk. It was a team effort. Shepard wasn’t with them, because the party was still going and Liara had assured her assistance wasn’t necessary. The commander was trying her best to get ** while talking and laughing with others as well as acting as eventual damage control. Finally, the duo arrived at the bed, nearly tripping on it. The piece of furniture cracked loudly as two overfed beauties landed on it. Liara yawned, once she managed to calm down her breathing, despite her maintained muscles the facility was quite large. Then the doctor rubbed her belly, which had yet to stop jiggling after the fall. She hoped her organ wouldn’t wake her up, the doctor had been eating with moderation during the party, just about twice what Shepard had. The young matron supposed she should disrobe, but the doctor didn’t want to. One night in clothes wouldn’t do any bad. She was about to crawl further on the bed when she felt something in her gut. The doctor opened her eyes and looked. Tali was looming over her protruding belly, swaying to the sides, and pressing on the blubber. “…*hic*… you’re soo soft. I wonder wheeen…*hic* I got to be so big… Hhhhmmm… I probably get bigger but” slurred Tali and patted the obese asari’s middle with a well-heard sound. The young maiden felt her flab jiggle like a miniature sea. “…*yp*…didya know that I almost gooot ssstuck in maintenance *hic* shaft? A quarian, on a human ship! And I *hic* always bump into things!” Liara, unsure what to do patted her, almost recoiled when she recognized how much padding there was. “I’m not so bad.” reassured the doctor. The ** quarian’s attention shifted from her gut to her face. “Y-Yes *hic* because I’m getting a *hic* fucking overseer station because I’m gooiiing to get too fucking fat!” the loud words were accompanied by vivid gesticulation. “And, and Shepard! *hic* She is making me like it. Bosh’tet!” With all the ruckus, the engineer’s poor balance failed, the one that had been clutching the blue gut slipped and bootylicious quarian fell on the enormous asari, visor first into the blue valley of cleavage. *Bbburrrppp* The sudden weight on her middle forced the accumulated gas to escape through dark lips. She wasn’t even given a chance to blush before Liara realized she was being groped. Tali tried to lift herself up, but between being inebriated and her support being a large, soft, malleable mass - the doctor’s body, it all made sure her attempts were mostly… inadequate. At last, the ** woman managed to roll herself off the mighty Shadow Broker, who once again in a short time looked like blood was ready to burst from her nose. Tali now decided to cling tighter to her blue, adipose-filled cushion. “Hmmm… how do you do it?” asked the quarian surprisingly clearer as she snuggled to Liara. The asari felt her adipose being prodded by three-fingered hands. “What do you mean?” asked the doctor and also embraced Tali. The young matron was beginning to understand her disdain for the suit, for some time she had been wondering how the chubby quarian would feel under her touch. “*hic* Everything! Oh…Hooow do you put on clothes?” Liara wondered for a second, she couldn’t put on clothes as easily like before. “Carefully and only sitting. I also make sure to keep my wardrobe up to date and all eventual zippers easily accessible. I have more problems with shoes since I can’t exactly bend forward. Nowadays I keep all of them on a tall shelf and have to bend my legs backwards to put them on. Even with a mirror it's tricky… and I need support” explained Liara, suddenly she felt… strange. Openly speaking and admitting how much her fat alerted her life was new. “Mhmm…showers?” inquired Tali further, it would seem she was now fixated on the topic. “Well, I have brushes and sponges with long handles. Still, even with them, it takes some time to take care of everything” this strange feeling was growing, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “I’m suuure… how about other things? *hic*” Liara didn’t know why but she felt a strange willingness to continue with this conversation. “As you probably noticed I can no longer walk normally or rather it’s quite troublesome. I have trouble getting up from deep chairs and beds, also I have to watch if they can support me in the first place. Thankfully I managed to maintain some muscle mass, although the exercises are increasingly troublesome. Everything’s moving and chaf…. Tali?” the doctor stopped, her quarian companion was looking at her intensely with her luminescent eyes. “You’re enjoying it. All of it” accused the engineer. “I-I… eh... hardly…” Goddess is it some sort of bully Liara day?! “Yes *hic*. You are” slurred Tali loudly and slapped the enormous asari. Likely, she had been aiming for ass, but the engineer was unable to reach so her hand reached only the meaty side. “You keep bragging abbbbout urrrpp… how big and fat you are. More for Shepard huh? I can almost feel you pu-pu-purr” exclaimed the ** quarian and pointed accusingly at Liara’s chest, or rather tried to as she jabbed a side-boob. The doctor meanwhile went slack-jawed. Goddess As much as she hesitated to admit it, the mentioned activities or rater trouble and such direct speaking about them did make her… a bit hot under the collar. A bit. “But *hic* but listen I’m going to get as faaattt as you. I wiiillll flaunt my cute butttt tooo” Liara, a bit more composed, patted her reassuringly. “I’m sure you will” “Sure I will! You two are *hic* making sure of that. I’m going to geettt soo faa…” Tali's voice quieted down, the young matron felt her body going numb. It would seem that exhaustion and alcohol finally won. The doctor blinked a few times due to the absurdity of the situation before a soft smile crept on her face. With some effort, she managed to drag her incredible bulk and her suited companion further on the bed. Once that was done, Liara decided to follow in quarian steps. She had a lot to think about but was tired. The doctor was mostly unconscious when Tali again embraced her and sank deeply in her bulk. No matter. Liara certainly didn’t mind

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again. I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this. *** Chapter 27: Demon How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft. Something changed, when? Yes, she remembers. It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then. And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent. Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet. For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her. But instead, she saw her. The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks. The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary. Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention. But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound. Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to… …she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising. The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character… Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle. She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively. Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure. “You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride. “Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress. “If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink. The Ardat-Yakshi grinned. They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts. “Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife. The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”. “I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this. “You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen. Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite. What… is this?! She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another. Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good. Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food. “…hungry” This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space. Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing. The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure. Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet. She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better. So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was. With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. “I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen. “…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red. “Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with. “Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest. The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious. After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before. Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression. “I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past. Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day? *** She didn’t. Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus. So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay. In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later. The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly. Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest. The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands? “I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff. For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something. “How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look. Mmmm… two can play this game… The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight. She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh… Who would think feet could so good? After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started. The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities… Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket? Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight. Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her… Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency. Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter. “Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host. “You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter. Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good. Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch. Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar. *** Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well. What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing. There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered. Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again. Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call. Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”* The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal. In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower. She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures. …and the food. ”…food”* Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects. Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way. “What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end. “Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile. Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down… “Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel. Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. …the experience was quite encouraging. The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home. “Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable. “To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way. “You know…” Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body. “…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons” The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense… “There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice. “But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers. “Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?” In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on. More changes followed. Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric. “Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host. Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them. It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her. In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly. Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. …and eating. *”…foood”* Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience. It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet. The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food. But then the younger asari strode in. “For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back. The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious. Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move. Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars. One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze. Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it. This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror. Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?! This… This was… … wonderful! Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body. She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat… Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something… “Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands. “You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine” The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty. Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant. The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful. The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included. All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature. Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly. For some reason every now and then she felt… Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her. In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs… And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…? “Dear? Morinth?...” She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why? “…Shit” Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?! The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain. No, she… The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself. Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple. “Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly. “Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” “Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all. “Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you” “Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories? “You’re too small. You need to grow fatter” “I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier. “You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make” “I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards. “Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened” Morinth nodded slowly. The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers… The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...? “Mooorinth. I made pancakes” …the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer. …strange. Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans. “Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks. Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks. Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger. Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing. Until now. Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin. But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous. Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila? With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure The confusion and panic rose in her. What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I? By the Goddess, am I back in…?! But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. She was ravenous, starving. The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl. “H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food. Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength. “It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more. She had to have more. *** “That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters. She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were. The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke. “I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction. “However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.” “That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window. “Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile. “Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything. But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure. They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman. Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint. “But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it. They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves. “My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? “Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands. “Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes. Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight. “Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?” Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile. “I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched. “Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden. “Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate. “Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior. “Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara. “Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin. “At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely. The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate. The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired. “I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window. “Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly. Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others. Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly. “It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth. “Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections. Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself. “Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.” The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile. “That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch. “I know how this sounds but…” “I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge? The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled. “You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look. “Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant “Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?” “History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well. “Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human. ”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.” “Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid. “The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol. “You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile. This time the matron actually laughed. “…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…” The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes. “I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“ She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted. “I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.” Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty. “That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.” There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person. The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari. “Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey. *** Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report. The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call. “Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder. “Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water. “Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three” Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her. “Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.” The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore. “However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep” Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her. “I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial” The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together. “This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it” Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay. The continuing silence was agonising. “…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance” The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise. “You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site” The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop. “Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended. Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom. As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing. I thought those tits would smother me… But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety. But if Nyxeris failed and survived… The asari shuddered and exited the shower. She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day. *** Normandy SR-2 “You're a real bitch, you know that?” “Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation” “Fuck you, cheerleader” Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre. Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin. Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese. On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files. Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet. If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work. Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it “Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom. The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device. It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry? The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst. The brunette heard the door opening. “I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.” Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that. The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking. “…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape. Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself. What just happened? While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction. Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind. “Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict. It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds. That only added to injury. *** Several hours later Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening. Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part. “Jack?” From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda. Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths. “I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda. “HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict. “No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.” Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall. “I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative. Silence. “…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side. The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever. That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation. Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once. The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip. Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face. “You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.” *** A few hours later “… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance” “Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions. The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay. “We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer. “We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker. “Gaby!” Elizabeth chuckled. “Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down. EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now. So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands. Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning… The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs. Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully. She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely. The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal. The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.

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”