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Recentish fantasy book series called "warheit" has this in its second book "Revenge".
One view point character is a relatively minor  noble girl who through political shenanigans becomes a Queen. Due to severe threats against her life, she's kept in her royal apartments at all times, rubber stamping decisions. Her day consists of waking, being bathed and dressed, walking the short distance to her dining room and being served a stupefying huge breakfast with more food than anyone could eat. Then essentially having nothing to do but sit around and have music played for her, while servants bring her snacks without asking, until an equally large lunch. Repeat until dinner.
She tells her steward that if this keeps up she's going to very rapidly become obese. In response she's told that this wouldn't be the worst idea, as a slender, pretty queen would be seen as a bride to be captured by her scheming nobles, while a fat, round, motherly Queen would remind the nobles of their own mothers and make them obey.
So far, she hasn't gained weight but the potential...

hey everyone! 😊 I am so shocked to be here writing this, but I just came across this community this week and have been absolutely mesmerized by it and am fully curious. I’m still not sure how I feel about the gaining part, but I have to admit I’ve always been fascinated by food b**s. I posted a food baby video on Tik Tok the other day for fun and all of a sudden I had people asking to feed me and for me to gain weight!  I was a bit surprised but eventually someone messaged me and told me to check out Curvage. I now see that there was a post about me in the Tik Tok thread, which is hilarous to me 😂😂
Anyways, now, in the span of a week, I have someone offering to buy me food on a daily basis to help me with my food b**s. He literally had me so full last night I could barely move. 😅 It’s all so interesting and seems like it’s happening so fast, but I just want to embrace my body and am curious if I should share it with the community. What do you guys think? Would you support me?🥹
To give you a little background, in 2019 I was a fitness instructor and have been into fitness and dieting my whole life. And then covid hit. I stopped working out as much and also began to enjoy food a bit more. In the span of just a few years I went from 120 pounds to 144 pounds and ive just come to embrace my weight and my new body. My food b**s have gotten a lot better too.😅
But yeah, anyways, i'm not to sure about the whole gaining thing yet, but I know for one thing I'm not going to stop eating good food. I'm hoping to get more support from the community and just see how it goes. If gaining happens it happens. For now I'll share some of my before pictures and where i currently am today. Would you guys be interested in eating videos? Food baby videos? Weigh ins? I'm thinking about applying to be a Curvage model, but wanted to see how people react.
Your food baby queen.. PeakyPooky🫶🏼

I gained over 100 LBs!!
 

There is more. But they are always only small pieces, like that:
Malazan Book of the Fallen
Book 6  Bonehunters
Chapter 21
With silver tongs, the servant set another disk of ground rustleaf atop the waterpipe. Felisin Younger drew on the mouthpiece, waving the servant away, watching bemused as the old woman – head bowed so low her forehead was almost scraping the floor – backed away on her hands and knees. More of Kulat's rules of propriety when in the presence of Sha'ik Reborn. She was tired of arguing about it – if the fools felt the need to worship her, then so be it. After all, for the first time in her life, she found that her every need was met, attended to with fierce diligence, and those needs – much to her surprise – were growing in count with every day that passed.
As if her soul was a vast cauldron, one that demanded filling, yet was in truth bottomless. They fed her, constantly, and she was growing heavy, clumsy with folds of soft fat – beneath her breasts, and on her hips and behind, the underside of her arms, her belly and thighs. And, no doubt, her face as well, although she had outlawed the presence of mirrors in her throne room and private chambers.
Food was not her only excess. There was wine, and rustleaf, and, now, there was lovemaking.

The 5tuff3rDB site has the Fallon Mercedes episode in full. Won't or me type the actual site name for some reason.

Hi Curvage! I've lurked for a while and figured it was time to say hi!
I also will be uploading lots and lots of clips here over the coming weeks.
Here's a quick little comparison from the beginning of my gain vs. now.
2003 2023 

New Video Brewing🪫🍜😌

-"Black Widow's" and "Madam Binge" by montyisfat. https://montyisfat.deviantart.com/gallery/
-pretty much all Naruto and Bleach stories on skelsington and ghostofthevoid accounts. https://skelsington.deviantart.com/gallery/
https://ghostofthevoid.deviantart.com/gallery/
-"Avatar TLA WG" by fatanime https://fatanime.deviantart.com/gallery/
-"Bountiful Fields" by Plump-Hinata. https://fatanime.deviantart.com/gallery/
-most of the works by PlumpSpiderGwen. https://plumpspidergwen.deviantart.com/gallery/

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Inspired by something I only found very recently; Frank Cho’s MJ Wheat Cake covers! I just had to write something. Enjoy! 
 
You and MJ really are a lovely couple,’ Aunt May said, beaming. 
 
‘Thanks, Aunt May.’ Peter Parker smiled, his hand on the doorknob of his aunt’s front door. 
 
‘Do give her my best,’ she continued, bustling about to see Peter off. ‘Oh, which reminds me. I actually have something for her.’ 
 
‘Oh there’s no need,’ Peter assured her. 
 
‘No I think she’ll like them,’ his aunt insisted, leaving him behind to head into the kitchen. 
 
Peter sighed, a wry smile on his face, waiting to see what emerged this time. To his surprise Aunt May returned with a large clear tub, filled with a stack of pancake-like things. 
 
‘Wheat cakes! I used to make them all the time,’ she said. ‘I hope she’ll really like them. She’s just so thin, you know.’ 
 
Peter smiled. ‘She’s an actress and a model. That’s how they are.’ 
 
‘I know, I know. But a couple of pounds wouldn’t hurt.’ 
 
Privately, Peter agreed. He adored MJ and thought she was the hottest woman on the planet. But it certainly wouldn’t hurt if she was a little heavier. And he remembered wheat cakes from his teenage years; they were packed with fat! Even so, he doubted the wheat cakes were going to do it, but he took them, wished Aunt May goodbye, and headed back to the apartment he shared with his wife, Mary Jane Watson-Parker. 
 
He opened the door to a delightful sight. MJ was wearing nothing more than a set of black lingerie. The lacy bra cupped her impressive D cup breasts, barely needing to support their perky ripeness. The rest of her body was toned and flat, including her butt (more or less). Peter knew she was 120 pounds; it was almost a public figure on gossip sites. And as much as he loved her, he wondered if these wheat cakes really could make a change. 
 
‘Hey Tiger. I’m just trying something on for the studio. Do you like it?’ She flashed her green eyes at him and pushed back her wavy red hair sexily. Peter nodded dumbly. She smirked and left the living room, making sure to strut in front of him. One thing Peter knew is that MJ loved attention and he was more than willing to give it to her. 
 
She came back in a pair of tight shorts which showed off her slim, long legs. And at 5’8 there was plenty to show off. Her tank top clung to her slender curves as she padded over and gave Peter a kiss, before looking down.
 
’What’s this?’ she asked. 
 
Peter snapped out of his thoughts. ‘Aunt May made them for you.’ 
 
‘How sweet!’ She beamed, her white smile perfect. She took the tub from him. ‘Is she alright?’ 
 
Peter shook his head to remove the last of his daze, and followed MJ’s butt to the kitchen. He felt like he could just see a thong peeking out of the top of the shorts and it almost made him forget himself again. ‘She’s great, yeah. She thought you might like it.’ 
 
MJ unpacked them and looked at the large stack of pancake-like wheat cakes. ‘These will keep me going for a week!’ she exclaimed, eyeing them up. ‘Do you want to help me?’ 
 
Peter wondered if he should try and push it, say they were all for her (which was no doubt Aunt May’s intention) but his nerve failed him. 
 
‘Sure I’ll have a couple.’ 
MJ split out a couple for each of them and put them down on their breakfast bar. She hopped up onto the stool, almost as nimbly as Peter, causing her boobs to bounce invitingly. 
 
‘It is really sweet of May to make things like-‘ MJ paused. She had just taken her first bite. Her eyes widened, she looked down, then starting eating furiously. Before Peter could finish his first bite MJ had polished off the plate. 
 
‘That was sooooo good,’ she breathed. She looked at the tub with something Peter thought it would never see; greed. He saw his chance, barely able to believe his luck. 
 
‘Hey, you feel free to have some more.’ The words had barely left his mouth before MJ had loaded up a full plate and started devouring them again. Peter watched in delight as his wife hoovered up the sugary, fatty treat. That settled it; he was definitely going to have to get more wheat cakes. 
 
1 month later
’Hey Pete, I’m home!’ MJ dropped her keys on the side and sauntered into the kitchen. He popped his head around the side of the kitchen. He was trying to make wheat cakes again. 
 
‘Hey MJ.’ He stepped up to give her a kiss and his hands snaked around to her butt. It had grown since her first wheat cakes. The barrier that seemed to prevent MJ gaining a single pound had broken with the power of the cakes and since then, she had started accumulating extra points on the scale at a steady rate. It helped, of course, that Aunt May insisted on weekly care packages of her tasty cakes. MJ seemed unable to resist them in any meaningful way. It helped too that it only took a few before someone put on some pounds as a result. 
 
Her butt had grown, rounding out nicely. It had been so flat before that it really wasn’t a worrying change. In fact the extra bubble roundness to it had gone down well at the studio when she had filmed her underwear scene two weeks ago. What they all seemed to be oblivious to was the fact that her hips were also widening and her thighs were just a touch thicker. Peter supposed it was because her stomach looked more or less the same. 
 
‘Aunt May dropped round more wheatcakes,’ Peter told her, squeezing her butt gently. MJ loved it when he did that. His strong grip felt great. But the prospect of wheat cakes was more important. 
 
‘Oh phew! I’m starving!’ She bustled to the kitchen, hips wiggling and hopped onto her usual stool. Her butt filled more of the stool than before, Peter noticed. 
 
He had quite cleverly been swapping out the tubs to make it look like she had eaten less in each portion. Aunt May had been more than happy to supply more portions at a time and Peter was learning to make themself as well. The end result was that MJ was eating more than ever. Peter smiled with satisfaction as his wife polished off her plate and licked her lips. She was probably ready for seconds. 
 
2 months later
Seconds often became thirds in the following months. So it was that when Peter swung up to their bedroom window in the early morning, fresh from wrestling the Shocker out of another bank, he came across a magnificent sight. 
 
MJ was stood facing the mirror wearing a t-shirt and panties. A pair of blue jeans were suspended just below her butt cheeks, and as he watched she tugged valiantly, trying to bring them over her butt. It was a losing battle - it seemed to Peter that MJ’s indulgences were finally catching up with her. Over the last couple of months MJ’s appetite had blown up; wheat cakes were joined by slabs of chocolate, freshly baked pastries and the odd glass of wine. 
 
Most of her eating had settled below her waistline. Her hips had exploded outwards, giving her a distinctly womanly and bottom heavy look. Those curves flowed into softer thighs which were getting close to meeting in the middle. At this rate Peter didn’t give them more than a couple of weeks. But the main beneficiary of all her fatty intake was her butt. 
 
Once flat, it had swollen outwards into two round globes. The surface was smooth and unmarked, though definitely soft. There was no suggestion of MJ having done pilates there, though they were shapely in their expansion. It jiggled a little now as she walked and Peter’s favourite pastime had become watching MJ squeeze into her tiny Lycra workout shorts. They stretched, giving her just enough space to wiggle into them, though the subsequent trip to the gym was more often that not put off when she caught wind of the smells coming from the kitchen. Peter was sure that they too must be on the way out soon; he could see the bottom of MJ’s ass whenever she wandered around in them. 
 
But her jeans had no such stretchy superpower. The resistant material refused to budge as she tried to pull it up. He watched the material catch on her lower cheeks and dig in as MJ struggled to find just a bit more space that wasn’t there. Her ass was raised up with all pull, before dropping back to its original position, adamant in its refusal to allow the jeans to cover its expanse. MJ tried for a jump to pull them on, but that failed as well, though it sent her breasts and butt bouncing in alarm. 
 
Peter watched from outside the window, transfixed. He sensed it was time to enter, though he wasn’t sure why. He pulled open the window and swung in, pulling off his mask. 
 
‘Whoa. You look gorgeous,’ he said, as he landed gracefully. 
 
MJ spun round and glared at him. ‘Really?’ 
 
Peter smile faltered. ‘Yeah, of course. You look great! Better than ever!’
 
’Fatter than ever maybe,’ she muttered, pulling off the jeans. 
 
Peter decided to make a break for it, out of the room. As he left, he tried to sound casual. ‘Hey, you want me to whip up a batch of wheat cakes?’ 
 
MJ’s green eyes flashed and she straightened up. ‘No I don’t want any wheat cakes!’ She rounded on Peter furiously. ‘Look at me! I’m turning into a wheat cake!’ She turned and grabbed her ass. ‘It’s getting huge. And it’s all because of your damn baking!’ 
 
Peter went over to her, and turned her to face him. ‘I think your ass looks better than ever. I think all of you looks better than ever. I mean it.’ 
 
‘Is that why you’ve been baking all these wheat cakes?’ she said accusingly. ‘To fatten me up.’ 
 
‘Honestly? I think you look better than ever. I prefer a thick and curvy girl. So yeah, maybe I have. But don’t you like it?’ 
 
The question clearly caught MJ off guard. But Peter realised he knew the answer. He had watched MJ admire her butt with a smile a week ago, and she was definitely wearing those Lycra shorts to rile him up. She kept doing seductive things in them, he realised.
 
Peter looked at her in the eyes. ‘Honestly?’
 
MJ bit her lip. Her anger was deflating. ‘Yeah…’
‘And you love eating right?’ 
 
‘I’ve never really been able to before,’ she admitted. ‘I do like wheat cakes. And chocolate...’ Her resistance was rapidly crumbling. Peter was amazed she had ever stayed thin for so long. 
 
‘Look at Kim Kardashian. Her butt is huge, and she was the sexiest woman alive.’ 
 
MJ nodded, conceding the point. She looked at it again the mirror. ‘It is quite a nice butt. Just a bit big.’ 
 
‘It’s a great butt. And it’s nowhere near too big,’ he assured her. 
 
MJ looked at her jeans, then her butt again. She seemed to be imagining the future. She looked back at Peter. ‘Did you say you were making wheat cakes?’ 
 
‘You want some?’ 
 
‘Yeah, yeah I do.’ She smiled, doubts rapidly disappearing. She started following Peter to the kitchen before stopping. ‘Oh I need something to wear! I think my workout shorts still fit…’ She bustled back to the bedroom, her butt and hips wiggling invitingly. 
 
Not for much longer, Peter thought. 
 
1 month later
Peter walked through the door, throwing his keys on the side. Work had been manic today but he was just glad to get back unscathed by supervillains or budget reports. He came into the living room to find MJ lying on the sofa, an empty bag of chips lying on the floor. She was currently polishing off a bag of popcorn as he came over. 
 
To Peter surprise, and arousal, she was wearing his costume. Or least the costume top. The Spider-Man costume was stretchy and versatile, ready to accommodate any of his daring acrobatics. It turned out it was also quite good at accommodating MJ’s expanded figure. In the month since she had accepted her new lifestyle she had stopped pretending she might go to the gym and brought a new wardrobe. But even that was looking too small nowadays as MJ’s weight continued to climb upwards. 
 
It looked like she had found a way around it, by donning Peter’s costume instead of her own clothes. The first thing that he noticed was that the material stretched to cover her large boobs. They had jumped up a size since, but retained their perk and bounce. They fit far too snugly inside his costume, straining it to its limits. Peter almost wondered if it might rip soon if her chest expanded anymore. With a mixture of pure lust and horror for his costume, he looked down from her boobs. 
 
The costume managed to cover her tummy, leaving a modest strip of flesh bare at the bottom, where her budding love handles were growing. They squeezed over the tiny shorts MJ liked wearing; it seemed to Peter that she actually enjoyed the struggle of cramming her hips and thighs into them. To top off the image, MJ had brought a red PVC style set that had a Spider-Man webbing pattern on it, causing her to look like some kind of sexy cosplay of him. Peter could barely contain himself. But the only thing that was able to come out as he felt himself get hard was: 
‘My costume!’ he squeaked. 
 
MJ looked round at him and grinned, before shrugging nonchalantly. ‘Laundry day. All my clothes are in the wash.’
Peter rubbed his head, watching her bulge out of the costume. ‘You’re stretching it!’ 
 
MJ stood up, tugging down the costume as it started to ride up and then tugging at the shorts, trying to find space for her budding muffin top. ‘Do you want me to stop eating wheat cakes?’ she asked sternly. 

‘No,’ he admitted quickly.
’Good.’ She smiled with satisfaction and started walking towards the bedroom. Peter watched her huge ass jiggle with each step. It had grown as delicious as the wheat cakes. It was round like a balloon, big and swollen but with a gentle softness that caused the movement as she walked. There was a bit of a crease at the bottom where the cheeks hung over, ever so slightly, the bottom of her chunky thighs. In fact, MJ’s shorts failed to fully cover their glorious expanse and looked like they were also one wheat cake away from ripping open. 
 
As MJ got closer to the bedroom she started wiggling them off, catching her panties in the process and letting the smooth surface of her ass swell out unrestrained. Peter noticed that her hips looked big and sexy now. They gave her a distinct pear shape, though the curves of her waist and boobs made it quite a voluptuous pear. 
 
Peter entered the bedroom and MJ spun round suddenly, grabbing and throwing him onto the bed. Peter yelped in surprise as he hit the soft surface. She jumped on top of him, already breathing a little heavily and flushed with the exertion. Peter found it a massive turn to see his once fit wife succumbing to the drawbacks of a chubby girl. 
 
‘I thought you had a SpiderSense, Spider-Man?’ she asked, a smirk on her face as she unbuckled his trousers. 
 
‘Only for danger,’ he murmured. 
 
‘I can be dangerous,’ she pouted sexily. ‘Or very helpful.’ 
 
MJ pulled off his trousers and underwear, then straddled him. She reached up to push back her shining red hair so it tumbled over her back, and out of her face. In the process, the costume rode up to an inch or so above her belly button, exposing her tummy. MJ’s eating was beginning to finally show on this area. Her toned abs were gone, replaced by an inch of soft fat which encompassed her whole body. Her tummy was smooth and a little pudgy, with a bulge of fat gathering around her lower belly. Even her belly button was beginning to sink inwards, surrounded by the same golden fat, like a soldier being out manoeuvred by the enemy. 
 
MJ saw Peter staring and she gave it gentle rub. Her slim fingers sunk slightly into the flesh as she fondled her tummy, working her way downwards to the lower belly, where the fat became thicker and deeper. 
 
‘Do you think you could pinch an inch?’ she asked invitingly, her eyes shining. Peter could, and the warm flesh between his fingers was like a dream. 
 
MJ began to move on top of him as she spoke. ‘I received an offer today. They want me to become a plus-size model.’ 
 
Peter’s hands worshiped her body as she spoke. ‘I think that sounds great,’ he breathed. 
 
‘I agree. It means I don’t need to worry about this. The payment is really good.’ Her arms reached down to his chest to steady herself, as her unfit breaths came out fast. Peter noticed the arms inside the costume were getting a little bit chubbier as well. 
‘It would be a trip for both of us to the Caribbean, a bikini shoot, all expenses paid. It would start in a month.’ MJ paused as Peter thrust hard and bit her lip, eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation.

‘The only catch is they want me to gain 20 pounds.’ She looked down at Peter carefully, waiting for his reaction. 
 
And Peter paused. Not because the figure made him freak out, but because suddenly he could imagine fondling generous love handles and admiring a chubby belly. It went without doubt really that Peter thought it was an idea worthy of a goddess. 
 
‘How much do you weigh now?’ he asked curiously. 
 
‘156 pounds,’ MJ revealed casually. Her boobs bounced as she started moving on top of him again. Peter enjoyed the sensation for a moment, his mind dreamy. 176 pounds was the sweet spot; chubby, but curvy. Cushion for pushing but not rolls which drowned MJ’s figure. The perfect enhancement. 
 
He caught MJ’s soft hips to stop her for a moment and looked up at her. ‘So let me get this straight. I get to fatten you up for a month, stuffing you silly to make that deadline. Then I get to watch my curvy, 176 pound wife show off her gorgeous soft body in a bikini whilst on a tropical island, sipping drinks for free. What was the catch again?’ 
 
MJ laughed. Her face really was largely unchanged, but he’d be damned if he didn’t spot a tiny sliver of fat, which would eventually preface a double chin, appear as her mouth opened wide. 
 
‘Face it Tiger,’ she said with a grin. ‘You just hit the jackpot.’ 
 
AUTHOR’s NOTE: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and I was inspired to replicate the comic covers, more or less, from Frank Cho’s wheat cake series. If there is popular demand I’m definitely willing to write a short one shot on MJ’s stuffing and subsequent modelling in the Caribbean. 
 
In the meantime, I’ll be finishing off ‘Anna Kendrick’s Big Career Move’. Check it out if you haven’t already.  
That’s all True Believers!

Don't know how I missed this story- more Miranda is always great.
In the interest of illustrations/contributions, some Stable Diffusion attempts at Miranda (more like Yvonne Strahovski since it doesn't do game characters too well)

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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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"

Links - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1k3AqvQ_x81Uf2NE3fpADS_jEKKIm2aTd?usp=sharing
Wanted to share my setup for the mod "Corruption" by Code Serpant. Skyrim AE x640
At the core, it's a Addition/Withdrawal mod focusing on fetishes. One of them being Feederism. Basically when the player eats more food, they increase their Addiction level. Once it's over the corruption threshold, you start building Corruption points. Corruption modifies the physical characteristics of your avatar - in the case of feederism its weight gain.
Once Addiction is over 0 (the scale is -100 to 100) it is considered permanent and will not decay below 0 until you've prayed (given gems) over to a shrine to Mara (but why do that?!?).
The other scale is Withdrawal. It is inverse to Addition. Meaning when you eat food your addiction goes up and your withdrawal goes down. When you don't eat food, your withdrawal increases while your addiction decreases. I do "cheat" a little by setting both to 100 in the debug menu. What ends up happening is that your character will spontaneously eat food in their backpack - increasing corruption/weight. Additionally, there is a random chance when you buy, loot, acquire food you'll eat it immediately. When your corruption is high enough - with a high withdrawal too - you will also spontaneously steal food and eat it. Comes with all the negatives of stealing in plain site too.
In my playthrough I also have WeightMorphs SE installed. Not in my screenshots is that I did increase "PregnantBelly" to 0.20, but overall I use it for added padding with values mostly lower. I use this for the Stamina/Speed debuffs as at higher weights your character will have lower stamina and move slower. Unfortunately WeightMorphs SE is a bit clunkier to manage (Corruption bundles its own meshes which are excellent).
Playing with the ReSave tool it lets you set any number for WeightMorphs SE's max weight. For me, the built in 2 seems to be the sweet spot. Like with most mesh based mods, both seem to fall apart at insane numbers. WeightMorphs above a two (for my settings) will start getting jagged lines around the waist. Corruption is saved in Skyrim's global settings and can be manually adjusted above the max via `set corruptionstatusfoodcorruption to 200` (replacing 200 with what ever you want). To me, it looks more realistic until you get over 300 - which your character starts hitting the skeleton limit (starts looking like a barbie in a beachball) making third person hard to play.
There's also the excellent BBW mesh I found online (and linked in the google drive readme). It provides the same sliders as CBBE 3BA but also adds a "BBW" preset at the top. I've added my "Chunk" slider preset to the Google Drive link as well. "Jere Bask" (character name) is set to "Weight 6" in RaceMenu if you want an idea of the starting point. If you're not familiar with CBBE and CBBE 3BA, you'll need BodySlide and run the build all on all the clothes in your game with your sliders set. I don't have the links handy, but I'm also using KS Hairdos (the number is somewhere in the mid700s) and "Simply Clothes" the shorts and top. She's a Breton.
TODO: I saw Dynamic Animation Replacer was updated today. I'd LIKE to get an eating animation mod installed. I plan to edit the Google Drive if I find one that works. Also in my game the belly physics are broken. Don't know if it's the BBW mesh or something else. I need to investigate that. But there's enough butt animation to keep you entertained for days it seems, lol. I'm also still playing with WeightMorphs. In an ideal world Corruption would just have a corruption cap editor. Maybe I'll look at the source and see if its something that can be added. I don't recommend the mod "Inncreased Food" - what happens is you'll basically go from 0-60 in 10 seconds flat. It could probably be improved with smaller multipliers.
There you have it. It's something I just got into (haven't played Skyrim since launch on a XBOX 360 so modding is all brand new). These are just a few things I came across in my 2 weeks of play. If there's anything I left out or anyone needs help setting this up, let me know. I could probably make a video detailing it.

I found this Mexican soap opera series with a very short fat suit scene and while looking to see if there was anymore scenes of it I found some scenes of the same actress doing some binge eating . So, I decided to compile everything I found into a little "Weight Gain Sequence". I will preface this though with some info, this isn't actually a weight gain sequence. The scenes eating scenes are due to this character suffering from Bulimia. I cut it out but after each scene she's either interrupted or goes to the toilet to vomit. Also the fat suit is merely a dream she has and to my knowledge is the only time it happens but who knows, that and more eating scenes could be in the show considering there's nearly 200 episodes but after scouring a rather ** chunk of them this is what I found and I'm pretty content with it. Enjoy. 
 

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.  
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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"
 
 

Hi everyone, I recently started a WG comic series called Craving for More, which I regularly update over on my DeviantArt page: https://www.deviantart.com/phrozenfa
Thought I'd post it here also for your viewing pleasure. But be sure to go to my DevArt page (and become a Watcher while you're at it!) for future updates!
I spent a lot of time learning how to use Novel AI to generate images that I then put together using GIMP (open-source Photoshop) to add small details such as the narration and to organize them into panels.
Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Looking good in the last Insta stories 

The second part of the commission for ingenious thewingman23. All things considered, I'm fairly satisfied with how it turned out.
 
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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.