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At last, I finally put this story to paper after first daydreaming the concept about four years ago. I'm excited about this one.
Chapter One
               “No… no!” I seethed with unbridled fury. “Not now… not here…”
               Rather fortunate that I’d found myself an unlocked and empty room in such a bustling tavern. Even now, the sound of clinking mugs and merriment could be heard through the door I was breathlessly leaning against. Their revelry drowned-out any sound of the traveling bard’s singing – and all the better for me. That damned singing…
               “Focus, damn it,” I grit my teeth and felt my tusks draw blood from my face. “You’re better than this. A love song? Is that all it takes to get you off?”
               That love song… that sappy, stupid love song. I hated it. I hated all love songs! I was an orc warrior, not some soft-hearted princess! I killed for money. My battle-axe hacked through the flesh and bone of creatures and cretins alike! None could match my bravery. A mere glance at my steeled gaze wilted the courage of the bravest of men, for I was Grulda Vax of the Reindeer Clan, firstborn daughter of Chief Uldun. I could wrestle every male in my village to the ground before I could even run, my mighty legs could match pace with snow leopards, and the flex of my thighs could crush gourds. I was the mightiest warrior and mercenary of my clan, and had no interest in love. My soul was cold as ice and as strong as stone.
               And yet…
               And yet no matter how much I told myself such things, sometimes a small part of me would know it was untrue, for I was merely an orc. An orc with emotions and feelings like any other race. An orc with a most terrible curse… a curse that was making itself known against the buckle of my belt.
               “Control yourself,” I sneered down at the belly bulge that was making my belt uncomfortably tight. “You hate songs. You hate them. Hate, hate, hate, hate…”
               Yes, I was an orc warrior like my parents before me, and I lived a hard life as a killer for coin, but I was burdened with a witch’s curse – a curse so foul I swore to never let anyone know of it. Long ago, in my first year of adventuring, my contract had me cross paths with a witch.
Witches… damned spellcasters. As if I hadn’t enough reasons to hate them! You could face-off most anyone else and know what to expect as soon as you got a look at the size of their arms. Not so with witches. They might be puny potion peddlers or fire-breathing maniacs or anything in between and there was no way of knowing until it was too late. My witch was a trickster.
I remembered it like it were yesterday: a musty tomb, my defeated enemies strewn about the bloodied floor as I cornered the witch with my battle-axe raised high, ready to strike the killing blow – until a blinding flash hit my eyes and the worst rhyme imaginable hit my ears: By the power of stars above, all shall see your growing love. Unless –
Shouldn’t have slain her. Might have been able to make her undo the curse. As it was, I had to deal with the effects of the curse: when my heart swelled with love, so too did my body.
It was swelling now: the firm, rigid abs of my gut was growing into a rounded potbelly. Like a full meal, it pushed outwards against the front of my leather jerkin, and pinched against the belt buckle even as I adjusted the fit and pressed the fat back into place like dough. Disgusting. Abhorrently-sloppy. Obscene and unbefitting of a warrior. I hated it.
“I hate it,” I growled to myself. “I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it… they hate you, Grulda. Everyone in that tavern hates you. You’re just an orc. A cruel, uncivilized brute of an orc.”
As I held my gut with self-loathing, I felt it stop growing. The fingers holding its sides stopped prying apart, and with painstaking effort, they began to close together. The belly began to shrink, retreating from the belt and settling back into place beneath my leathers. Fat melted-away, revealing the abs once more like pebbles at low tide. The… feelings were gone; I was a warrior once more.
“Well,” I muttered thoughtfully with my ear pressed to the door. “Best not go drinking now. I’ll stay in here. Looks fine enough, and the innkeep surely won’t notice one unpaying customer…”
The room was… roomy enough, and furbished a bit excessively for a crossroads tavern, but a plundering mercenary such as myself was no stranger to luxury. I could do with a soft bed with a feather mattress, and the window would bring in a welcome breeze in this humid summer heat. And the vanity mirror… that would serve me very well, for I was as vain as I was ruggedly beautiful.
It had been some time since I’d seen my reflection, but there was no denying that the scowling green face in the mirror was mine, though I’d earned fresh scars of late. A faint, shallow gash traced diagonally across my left cheekbone, and an older, longer one cut across my forehead.
“That was a close one,” I smirked to myself and raised a doubly-pierced brow. “But no helmet beats being able to see. This, however,” I rested my hands against the jerkin protecting my chest. “Could do with more protection…”
I began to unlace the leather jerkin’s front and peel it from my torso. Leathers fared me well in most circumstances, being light and unrestricting, but there was always better armour to be found. I had my mind set on dwarven brigandine, which would do well to protect my arms. The furred, bracers and pauldrons I wore now only provided so much protection.
All were peeled from my torso, one by one, till I was bare from the waist upwards. Muscles layered upon muscles, piled thickly enough to make many human men seem like overgrown halflings, and wrapped about a frame tall enough to peer over the biggest crowds. Two full-grown dwarves could hang from both of my flexed biceps, and a third could stride between my massive quads – if only they dared! Every inch of me rippled with strength, save for two round, womanly breasts resting over a buxom chest I’d inherited from my even-more buxom mother. I cupped them within my hands for a brief moment of reflection. It seemed rigorous training and exercise could only harden your body so much. A pity.
Now to bare my lower half. Each of my legs was strapped within form-fitting leathers just loose enough for full mobility. It was a pain lacing them down the middle as well as all the way down my thighs, but it sure beat chainmail or greaves, and I’d grown skilled at loosening them in case… in case they caught fire. Hadn’t fought a dragon yet, but meeting one was always a possibility.
Now that I was bare, the full splendour of my body was on display. I twisted and turned before the mirror, eyeing the flex and bulge of my glutes while enjoying the breeze blowing through the window across my emerald skin.
“Absolutely stunning,” I smirked to myself. “If only those men knew, I could smash their skulls for ogling me. But they never will… none would dare love me. Not that I care…” I yawned. “Got to sleep… find work in the morning… should be easy…”

before and after finding out olive garden has all-you-can-eat breadsticks. her arms are as big as her waist used to be (even tho back then she was still suckin in with all her might)

one of the best gains period 
 

Fun commission on this one. Commissioner wanted a gal outgrowing her clothes, with a big beer belly, and some love handles asking if she's gained weight.
 
I think I hit the nail on the head with this one.

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Here is a little Showcase of some of my most recent projects ^^ (Fan Art, OC drawings, commissions, etc.)

I am currently taking commissions, if some of you folks are interested :3

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

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

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

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

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Oh trust me I would know I’m from south korea but thankfully I left that awful society pressures behind me and decided to blow up 🐮❤️

You've really got to hand it to the Indian film industry, they know how to fatten their actresses like nowhere else. I need to check out more Bollywood films.
 

Sorry for the long wait, but it's a busy month. I'm fairly happy with this part, nothing special, but it introduces several (I think) interesting subplots.
Miranda will, most definitely, receive her share. 😁
I'm sorry if it's too much of slow-burn, but I'm trying to make it seem, somewhat, feasible.
I beg you for suggestions and constructive comments. In this case especially what to do later with the certain purple-clad engineer.😉
I hope you'll like it
***
Chapter 19: Beginnings of acceptance
 
Two days later
The Shadow Broker’s ship

Liara was panting heavily and sat on a chair with a groan. She was currently in the living quarter, previously occupied by the yahg, wearing only a sports bra and shorts. The doctor managed to clean it and partially transform it to suit her needs. Still, it had a few advantages, the pieces of furniture Liara choose to use were more than a match for her weight and it was spacious.

The ex-archaeologist wiped the sweat from her face with a towel and took a few sips of water. For the last hour, Liara trained dutifully, using only her weakened muscles. It wasn’t the excuse of a workout created by Nyxeris, no, it was part of the plan by Nyxeris. A merciless one focused on increasing one’s muscle mass.

The last hour was a blur of activates, which caused her to doubt her resolve after the first ten minutes. What’s worse, she had been constantly reminded being of her fattened figure. Every part of her adipose and gigantic curves jiggled like the ocean during a storm. Her soft flesh kept rubbing against itself, round belly and expanded chest hindering her movements.

The young matron managed to somewhat calm her breath. Her heart, no longer, threatened to burst from her chest and the fire in her lungs was slowly lessening. Still, every part of her body ached and the thought of merely walking seemed excruciating.

While Liara was truthful about her ability to compensate for her extra weight with biotics during fights, she had omitted just how much her new weight affected her in other situations, when asaris’s eezo based abilities simply couldn’t be used. The simple walk… no, the way she moved hadn't been walking, for a while now… waddle from her home to office, back on Illium, had become a tiring excursion. Truly, any action’s that required her to stand or move by herself was making her exhausted quickly. Liara had started to had problems reaching certain areas of her body during showering. The dressing was quite an experience nowadays, especially putting on shoes.

Admittedly, the obese asari had realized it herself only after Eristena had told her about the traitor. Of to be more precise thanks to Nyxeris’s hypnosis and her direct assistance, the doctor’s mind didn’t allow any thoughts that suggested her weight had been changing to last.

To think I allowed her to change shoes for me and help to dress though the ex-archaeologist with a small shudder. There was no doubt in her mind that if the Observer had her way, they would be soon bathing together and "helping" would change into "completely reliant".

At last, Liara successfully calmed her breath to manageable levels. She stood up and headed to the bathroom, pausing before a large, full-body mirror. During the blur of events, the last month had been, she hadn’t had time to truly think about her new body. Obviously, thanks to Eristena, Liara had become aware of and it's many, many possible consequences and implications that come with it.

But the doctor hadn't really thought about it. She was simply too busy, almost in a trance.

The ex-archaeologist observed her reflection. How different she had looked when she had started her career as an information broker. Her hand moved to the smooth, hanging mass and rubbed it, feeling a layer of sweat.

Liara waist was almost twice as wide as she was months ago, the smooth, fat-filled mass that sprouted from her middle transformed into two sets of round love handles at her sides. On her belly lied a set of wide, surprisingly firm breasts. Those loose organs had been clapping furiously during her workout. Liara didn’t see them but she knew her buttocks were big and round, supported by wide hips they made for a lovely shelf. Meaty thighs were wider than half of the doctor’s waist had been before the Observer’s care. Her calves and forearms changed as well.

Cankles and bingo-wings reminded herself Liara sleepy as she looked at her calves that had absorbed her ankles and now sharply cut off from her feet. From her forearms hanged noticeable folds of blubber. Lately, the ex-archaeologist noticed that even her hands and feet had expanded.

All of this shook, wobbled and rubbed throwing her off balance and weighting her down. Her physical stamina was almost non-existent, everyday tasks were starting to be a challenge.

Liara looked down at her sweaty chest and belly that obscured views of her feet.

I should hate it. If not because it’s the result of brainwashing, then because of how that fat makes me look though Liara with confusion. Perhaps a younger, more naïve doctor would deny that it, but asari culture put extreme attention on physical appearance and strongly criticized all asari that didn’t meet its standards. Asaris’s sexual appeal was, realistically, their best weapon, not wisdom like their government would like everyone to believe.

As inconvenient as all this weight is it does give an edge in a fight. It doesn’t feel that bad either. Shepard…

The doctor closed her eyes as her face got even more purple, this time not due to exercise. The latest night of passion with Shepard was still fresh in her mind.

Shepard’s death and two years apart may not have(hadn't) been the only reasons, why Liara hadn’t immediately reciprocated the commander’s affections. Since Shepard returned, to that night in her quarters, Liara had been waiting for rejection, a look of disgust at Shepard’s face.

Instead, the fiery-haired woman had turned all of her worries to dust. She had used every fold of fat, every single part of the asari’s enlarged body to bring her bliss like never before. Every wobble of her adipose had been making Liara incapable of coherent thought. Even better, based on what Liara had glimpsed during meld Shepard had found great joy in her blubbery body as well.

And there was breakfast Liara almost whimpered at the memory. While the meal hadn’t been as passionate, it had been mesmerizing. The plump asari was unable to properly express it, but being fed by Shepard like that… it was as good as sex, felt even better than drugged feasts she had been devouring thanks to Nyxeris.

*grrrrrooowl*

Liara opened her eyes and grimaced. Her existential considerations had been interrupted by a demanding roar from her middle. Her belly demanded food.

Liara sighed and went to the bathroom. She had eaten before her workout session, but it was a fraction of the meal the doctor was accustomed to by now. Still, Liara had decided to lose her weight. Shepard may have reassured her of her feelings, but she didn’t want to take any chances. Opinions based on her weight were a bit inconvenient, but it was irreverent to the powerful information broker.

While the ex-archaeologist could easily afford a weight loss surgery, surgery decided against it. Asari techniques in this field were intended for much smaller amounts, mostly for matriarchs. Having multiple surgeries would draw too much attention and put her out of commission for too long. 

Liara had decided that, since she already had had a mass, she could try to transform it into muscle. The doctor was aware that was unlikely to have a musculature like Eristena or Elizabeth, but even if she wasn’t overly successful, the rigours exercise should allow her to shed pounds.

…but hopefully, Shepard wouldn’t mind re-enacting our night together before that happens thought Liara, as she rubbed her wet body. She was remembering wonders, Shepard had accomplished using all this soft flesh, which the asari was feeling under her fingers.

The asari went back, steam emitting from her warm body. She paused for a second, Liara was soon going for a trip to Illium, there were few issues and loose ends she had to deal with personally. Ferron, now in better health, was going to partially fill in for her, save for the most crucial assignment that would be sent to her.

The doctor was dead tired, both mentally and physically. She knew she should get rest, but…

Liara sat next to a nearby console. 

Only for a second, she promised herself.

First, she checked messages from Garrus and Elizabeth. Nothing on official channels or unofficial ones. Before their departure, Liara had given them special quantum-based communicators, superior even to one Nyxeris had been using. 

Liara smiled. The Normandy had gone to Haestrom, to retrieve Tali. The doctor was glad about it. The quirky quarian was an extremely skilled mechanic and hacker, whose skills will be invaluable to Shepard. More importantly, she was part of their little makeshift “family”. It was good, the commander would have another person she could trust. Liara hoped that she would get to meet again with Tali, as well.

Ironical. The first human spectre, forced to work with a pro-human terrorist group has an asari as a lover as well as quarian, turian and krogan as best friends mused the doctor with amusement. But she changed the window to data from Nyxersi’s facility.

Doctor Ahum had proved herself to be a resonate sort. Knowing her by reputation and learning that, according to Nyxeris’s contract, Liara was the owner, he had willingly agreed her to start working directly for her and disclosed everything.

Despite her first impulse, Liara hadn’t shut down this operation. It was providing useful data and substances and while shady its action wasn’t inhumane. Of course, certain changes had been introduced. New testers were more aware of what’s to come and force-feeding ceased. Scientist’s were forbidden from using techniques and medications that may cause permanent damage to a patient’s psyche. They also broadened their operation, for example designing creating more varied, also tastier quarian nutrient paste.

Liara also had to admit that Nyxeris had carefully selected “volunteers”. With few exceptions, they're people that wouldn’t be missed, who managed to escape the justice system. The would-be-commandos fit into that category, as the doctor had learned.

The obese asari looked at the newest recording from room number one. After months of subtle hypnosis, effects were visible. Four asari's physical activities were now mostly limited to moving between bedrooms, kitchen and living room. Liara watched a clip that showed their main activity throughout the day.

The four asari were mindlessly starring into the screen watching some show, two had cared enough to don on some lose clothes, remaining two had only lingerie on. All of them were eating, without visible hunger or energy, but like automatons. While they ignored what they were watching, the moment any of them ran out of food, she went for more.

One ate slowly and cleanly, second messily crammed food into her mouth without pause. One tried to eat fruit or vegetable, second devoured the greasiest snacks.

But they all ate. Constantly.

Liara could see their bodies, still quite skinny but softer than when they entered the facility. They were sporting noticeable, stuffed bellies that were sprouting from their middles.

Clearly, methods employed by doctor Ahum were working.

Liara changed the video, now she had room number two on-screen. The situation there was similar, but with few key differences. The entirety of the visible area was much dirtier, empty food wrappings littered the floor. All occupants were much fatter than any asari from room number one.

Three asari was soundly asleep with bellies roughly the size of a basketball, their bodies covered in a visible layer of adipose. A few months ago Liara would have considered them the fattest asaris she had ever seen. By their species standards, they were unacceptably overweight.

The maidens would remain in that position, until their artificially induced hunger win over fullness in their stomachs. Then they would follow after the fourth asari example.

The asari in question was easily the fattest in the apartment. Her strained gut surpassed the rest in size as well. Yet, despite purple, angry stretchmarks on it, the asari was gorging herself like she was on the verge of death by starvation.

It was Linulha Novo, the asari that used to be under the influence of the strongest, so far, stimulant. While the drug was long out of her system and means of counteracting had been found, her stomach capability was the largest and she, usually, was the recipient of the strongest medications.

Liara was biting her lip, her heartbeat quickened once again. While she fraud cause of their actions questionable, the act alone… That mindless binge and the ensuring increase in weight made her feel…

By the Goddess… Liara was breathing hard, she didn’t know what it made her feel, but it was almost the opposite of disgust. Only part of the emotional turmoil the doctor could identify was envy at the plentiful meals, accompanied by another deep growl from her gut.

The doctor didn’t change to the third room. Vate, after receiving a dose of amnestic and a bit of programming to fill memories, had been added to the newly formed group mirroring room number two. Newly “employed” in her place was still unchanged, same with the majority with groups from made from other species.

Elona Loni, after Shepard had persuaded her, via shot in the leg, to promptly head to the nearest police officers, had been detained and charged with murder. To the dismay of the asari officer leading the case, Liara had made the deal with few officials. The doctor had been donating certain sums to the city and in exchange, she could offer inmates to participate in testing harmless, dietary supplements for a reduced sentence.

Elona took the deal. She was much craftier than Vate, but the impulsive asari, despite various crimes, wasn’t a murderer. Liara didn’t admit it even to herself, but she was eager to see what effects will have doctor Ahum's feeding treatment on the two-faced maiden.

At this point, Liara should have shut the device down and go to sleep. Instead, in her haze, she opened a directory containing files extracted from Nyxeris’s personal collection.

While the core of asaris’s beauty standards remained the same for thousands of years, it wasn’t the case with humans. While there was a mainstream outline, there were quite numerous groups of outsiders. That’s before they had gone almost completely extinct due to social pressure caused by outside(asari) influence.

The folder had ancient images, videos and articles extracted from depths of old human information network. Liara was now seeing women who were even bigger than herself.

The doctor had to admit that her height made her weight stretch out on a much larger area, in effect making her BMI much lover. Females on the screen were both fatter and shorter than Liara, but they carried themselves much differently. They flaunted their enormous stomachs, ridiculously large butts and humongous breast with confidence. Some were so large they couldn’t walk on their own. Yet, according to the attached articles, those women had had quite large audiences, some even doing it for their own pleasure or for the sake of a relationship.

Liara kept scrolling through the images of obese females, sometimes with an equally large or slim partner. Her mouth was opened and her chest kept rising heavily.

“… they’re beautiful” blurted quietly the overweight asari. When the sense of her words reached her tired brain the ex-archaeologist blinked several times and abruptly disabled console. She stormed to bed.

I’m tired thought the doctor in denial when she was falling asleep.


 
***

Roughly the same time
The Normandy SR-2, Engineering Deck

Shepard exhaled and stretched her arms, as she exited the elevator. It was tiring several hours, but she was happy with the results, Tali was back with them.

The quarian was exactly where the commander expected. Next to the engine's console. Elizabeth approached purposefully loudly, the purple-clad woman turned to her when she was a step away.

“Shepard! What I can do for you?” greeted Tali. Shepard gave her a wide smile and put a hand on her hip.

“I come to check on my favourite quarian. Is the new Normandy is giving you any trouble?” asked the commander. She received a roll of luminescent eyes.

“Please, Shepard. I’m a quarian. Give me a chunk of scrap metal, a circuit board and some element zero and I’ll have it making precision jumps” answered the quarian, like it should be obvious. 

“I was worried about working with Cerberus engineers, but they know what they’re doing and they’ve been very polite”

“That’s good, but have you got time to talk” Shepard asked, seemingly carefree but with a serious note.

Tali’s head turned to the remaining engineers and gestured to the engine room with her hand.

“We didn’t really have time to chat while taking out geth, back on Halestrom?” said the quarian as they walked.

“I can’t believe so many people died. Thank you again for getting Reegar out again. All for data about stars blowing up. I hope the Admiralty Board gets some use out of it”

They stopped next to the railing, that denied access to the core. Shepard asked questions about the solider she had saved, the Admiralty Board and the recovered data. Important, but non-personal maters, good at the beginning.

“How are you setting back on the Normandy, but honestly?” asked the taller woman.

“I like the quiet. I miss the old faces, though. Pressly, Engineer Adams, all of them. It doesn’t seem right having Cerberus in charge of this ship. Are you sure working for them is the right thing to do?” said Tali, there was no judgement in her voice. 

“Before I answer that, what exactly Cerberus did quarian. Because I doubt this tension came out of nowhere?” asked the commander calmly. The quarian briefly explained the terrorist’s attack on the Flotilla in search of a young human biotic. Shepard though for a second after it and averred.

“They’ll betray us as soon as they think its convenient, but I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. Still doesn’t really. But we’ll be ready and maybe there will be no need for a new ship or crew when shit hits the fan” replied Shepard seriously, but with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that, Shepard. Just let me know how I can help. For now, I should get back to work. Thanks for coming by” said Tali and Shepard could swear she saw a flash of a smile behind the mask. 

Shepard observed her swaying hips as she walked away.

She really has great hips, if only she put some meat on them though Shepard and imminently chastised herself. She just got back with Liara.

The commander made her way to the elevator, Samara wanted to talk.


 
*** 

Half an hour later

 The Observation deck

“… now my only purpose is to destroy my own children” finished the justicar. Shepard blinked and rubbed her head, the newly learned information made her head spin. The situation was messed up on several levels.

“Ok, Samara, full stop” said Shepard firmly and took a deep breath.

“I can’t hope to understand what you went through and I don’t really want to. I’m sorry but there are a few more things I want to clear. I assume that you as justicar have to kill Morinth, but if somebody captured her and send her to this monastery?” asked Shepard trying to maintain a calm demeanour. The matron looked at her.

“It’s an asylum, where violence is forbidden even for us and overseers pledged to care for all. But it won’t stop her. I appreciate the notion, commander. However Morinth is my responsibly, the justice must be done” answered the stoic asari.

“Have she been pursued by anybody else than you or an occasional cop? I mean somebody with means and skill” continued Shepard, not bothered by Samara’s rebuff. The asari thought for a second.

“No. She’s careful, one way or another her victims don't have a chance for respite. Morinth avoids making enemies she couldn’t dispatch by herself”

“Okey… listen, I have a proposition, a compromise of sorts. My friend, Liara has various operatives, some of them with less than clean past. I think they could capture her and make sure she is less of a threat. Worst case scenario another criminal dies, but I can assure you we’ll know Morinth is, no matter what” said Elizabeth finally and she could see a tiny flash of doubt on the matriarch’s face.

“The code demands I end the danger posed by Ardat-Yakshi, commander. I cannot let her be” answered the justicar flatly, but looked away.

“Normally, yes, but you swore an oath to me, yes? And I give you an alternative, Samara. I won’t make you go against your convictions, but I don’t agree with this. No matter how much you say it I don’t believe you’re fine with killing your own child. And I know it isn’t going to bring you peace, not by long shot” said Elizabeth in a hard tone and took a deep breath.

“Listen Samar… all I ask you is to consider it. For now, we are heading to Aeia. You have time to my return from there for you to think. The choice is yours. But, as your superior and friend, I order this to be your decision and your alone. Not just decision of the justicar faithful to the code” finished Shepard firmly. Samara glanced at her briefly.

“Very well, Shepard. I’ll honour my oath to you” replied the Samara and paused.

“However I have been justicar for many centuries, I don’t know if I’m still capable of anything else now. While I doubt the wisdom of your plan, I thank you for your concern. Please leave now, I have many matters to consider” 

The stoic asari sat down cross-legged and Shepard went to the corridor.

What a mess, hopefully Jacob’s mission will be simpler though commander with a tired sigh.


 
*** 


 
Hours later
Illium, Nos Astra’s trade district

Liara welcomed messages from Shepard like a sign from the goddess. She opened her omnitool and started with the official one. The doctor smiled when she learned that Tali fully re-joined the crew and gad the commander’s back. Then she went to the encrypted message. It soured her mood a little.

Information’s about Samara’s past and her daughter Morinth, an Ardat-Yakshi. Suggestion to use Nyxeris to capture her and make less of a treat, while testing my former assistant’s obedience summarised Liara. This made her a bit uneasy, even if she intellectually knew it was a good idea. The doctor made a mental note to do initial preparations for this operation. 

There was no doubt in the young matron’s mind that the commander would eventually get convince the ancient justicar.

The asari looked at the end of the message and signed. Apology for exploiting her and few words for courage about her current mission...

Since her arrival several hours later Liara was extremely busy, but equally productive.

She was on time to personally see off Ceathea, before she went with all of her cargo to the rachni. Hopefully, in a week’s time, she’ll receive an answer and maybe gain an ally against the Reapers.

The doctor had also made set in motion plans and operations, that would deal with her and Nyxeris absence. She had wiped all traces of them both and made sure everything would run smoothly without her.

It was tiring, but only one thing remained for that day. For Liara, the hardest one.

The doctor looked at the door adorned by a colourful hologram, like it was the entrance to the Void itself and took a deep breath. She headed in.


 
*** 

The bar “Eternity”

Aethyta served another set of drinks. Today’s had been busy, the multispecies crowd had been pouring for hours, but despite frequently changing faces it was the same bunch. Every now and then welcomes were exchanged.

Some company or sport’s team scored, great. But I have more important things to do thought the matriarch angrily, struggling to maintain her carefree demeanour. A few days ago out of nowhere, Liara disappeared after an attempt at her life and there had been the Shadow Broker’s agents tearing city looking for her. Coincidentally the Normandy had taken off at the same time.

Aethyta spent sleepless hours trying to learn anything but to no avail.

I need to get something, before one of those antiques back on Thessia gets in her head, that Liara goes Benezia. Or worse, the kid gets herself killed thought the ancient asari and began furiously cleaning the counter.

At this very moment, Liara walked in. Like she was a regular, who had a shit day at work and needed to get smashed. Not like somebody who just recently had been pursued by one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy. Strangely, the crowd seemed to automatically make room for the large asari as she walked to the counter.

With a titanic effort, Aethyta maintained her “bartender” expression.

“Hello, darling. What can I get for you?” said the bartender. The asari’s plumped face looked even more tired for split second.

“Vodka, please” replied Liara flatly.

“Right away” replied Aethyta with an unchanged voice, admittedly she was a bit surprised at the order. The matriarch poured the clear liquid and the young asari immediately drank it. Afterwards, she only took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes.

“Goddess…” murmured Liara, looking as tired as Aethyta as was old.

“Another shot or do you want something else?” asked the older asari playfully, trying her best to reign her parental impulses.

The pair of blue eye pierced the matriarch. Aethyta knew this look a little too well.

C’mon it cannot be as bad as with Benezia… 

“Yes. You could explain, why my father saw it fit to spy on my, behest of Asari republic?” asked Liara coldly.

“Well…. shit”


 
*** 


 
A few days later
The Shadow Broker base

Nyxeris felt like she was sitting on burning coals. It was the first time in weeks she was out of her, admittedly comfortable, cell. She didn’t know why she was moved and her mind jumped to the worst conclusions.

The former assistant was sitting in an ordinary interrogation room. One table, two chairs, a white interior and a big one-way mirror.

Her solitude was interrupted when her former target walked in. Liara was wearing her armoured coat over her plentiful body and holding a single holopad. Even the reinforced grab couldn’t fully hide movements of flesh. Without a word, she carefully sat opposite Nyxeris on far too small form her bottom chair.

“Perhaps you already heard that Feron didn’t make it and that I had to make a truce with the Broker “ started Liara without pleasantries.

“Yes, ma’am” replied Nyxeris obediently.

“While Shepard’s had good reasons, you can imagine how it makes me feel. And since I cannot get the Broker, there is one person that wronged me within my reach” said the fat asari in low voice. The thinner asari felt her mouth turn completely dry.

“Fortunately for you, I am asari of my word. You’ll live and I even found a use for you, Nyxeris” continued Liara and pushed holopad to Nyxeris. The older asari cautiously took it and activated it. Inside was data about some asari.

“That’s your target. Your objective first is to make a contact and get close to her. Once you accomplish that you are to diminish her physical capabilities. When I deem her state acceptable, you'll detain her and bring her to the location of my choosing. Optimally, changing the target of her obsession is also welcome. I believe you understand what I mean?” explained the information broker. Nyxeris nodded very slowly, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing as hope and joy bloomed in her chest.

“She isn’t used to sophisticated methods like me and the goal is much simpler. However, her response, should she learn of your action will likely be sudden and final. The target's termination, while a failure, is still acceptable in the worst-case scenario. Losing her without means to track is not. That’s the first test, prove your loyalty and abilities, Nyxeris. I think I don’t need to explain what will happen if you disappoint me in any way” said the doctor. Nyxeris looked at her, the first time that day.

“Of course, Liara. I’ll have it done” the thinner asari replied wholeheartedly. She looked at the image of a gorgeous asari wearing a seductive smile.

Nyxeris was going to turn her into an immobile glutton if that’s the last thing she does.


 
*** 

Over a week later

 

Liara just finished with the most pressing matters and made the finishing touches on Miranda’s dossier.

Shepard was right. Miss Lawson may be much more willing to switch sides than I anticipated mused Liara and grimaced. Her belly demanded food, much more so than she had fed it.

A message appeared before the doctor’s face. An incoming video call from Shepard. That it surprised the asari. As much as both hated it, they decided to keep communication to the minimum. Also while it was on a secure line, it wasn’t the one used for truly important matters.

Liara accepted.

Ah… The “I’m that this close to committing mass murder”-face

“Tali was accused of treason by Admiralty” said Shepard gravely. Suddenly her appearance became very understandable to Liara, who immediately mirrored her.

“I have dossiers and blackmail material about all its members. I’ll send them to you in a minute” replied the asari with determination. Elizabeth nodded.

“Thanks. Set them to Garrus too, just in case. We’ll try to deal with it Tali’s way, but if push comes to shove I won’t let them harm her or her reputation, no matter what” said Shepard. Liara didn’t ask if the commander though accessions true, it didn’t matter. Elizabeth sighed.

“You have that private dock back on Illium right? The crew could use some rest. I think that little vacation would be in order once we deal with this mess and Normandy needs repairs and tune-ups. Perhaps you could join?” said Shepard with a tired smile.

Liara considered only for a split second. She smiled.

“I’ll be there”

*** 


 
Over week later
 The Normandy Sr-2, Engineering deck

Shepard entered a room where their resident quarian worked. She had just returned from scouting some minor anomaly on the planet. After a few days and minor distractions, the commander hoped her friend felt better.

Tali rotated and faced Elizabeth.

“Shepard! What can I do for you?” asked the purple-clad woman, her voice a tone lighter than the last time. Shepard smiled warmly.

“I just wanted to chat. Unless you are busy?” explained the commander. Tali activated her omnitool.

“Sure. Let me just… Come on you little bosh’tet! Oh, sorry” apologised the quarian and disabled the glowing device.

“I’m having a small fever and I’m taking it out on the poor drive core”

That prompted inquires about Tali’s welling from concerned Shepard. It turned into talk about quarian’s weak constitution and the significance of wearing environmental suit almost all their lives.

“We‘re in suits even amongst family. The most intimidate thing we can do with another quarian is link our suits environments. We get sick at first and then we adapt. It’s our most important gesture of trust, of acceptance” explained Tali.

“I haven’t trusted anyone enough for that, though. Except… well, no quarian. Um. You know what I mean”

Shepard chuckled.

“Thanks, Miss vas Normandy, the feeling’s mutual. But you have nothing to prove to me” answered the commander.

“I know. Well, not that I know, but I didn’t mean it like that. It’s, um… Wow, it is really hot in here” fumbled the young quarian. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just that the tradition also signifies a willingness for, um, intimacy. I wasn’t trying to… It’s not always like that. It’s more… How did we even end up talking about this?”

The quarian raised her hand to the helmet. Shepard blinked several times.

“Tali… are you hitting on me?” blurted Shepard and bit herself in the tongue angrily.

“What else I could be doing” nearly shouted the quarian and crossed her arms.

“I mean, a young quarian gets rescued by a dashing commander who lets her join her crew and then goes off to save galaxy?” said Tali and untangled her arms.

“How could she possibly develop any kind of interested in her” was the last thing added in a much meeker tone.

For the first time in a very long time, Shepard was completely out of words. Tali had never shown attraction to other females, much less human ones… And Elizabeth could see the quarian’s appeal, but Liara…

“Tali, I’m flattered, but…” began the commander carefully.

“You just got back with Liara” finished Tali and rubbed her hands.

“I’m sorry, I should have brought it up. Liara’s my friend and… Keelah, you don’t have to worry about it. Anyway, I should get back to work. Thanks for coming by” said the quarian and turned to the console.

Shepard opened her mouth and closed it hard. She could feel her nails dig painfully into her skin. The commander went hastily to the elevator and took a deep breath once it mowed.

Cholera, cholera thought Shepard with frustration. Tali’s confession was unexpected, to say the least. What’s worse Elizabeth could image herself being with the quirky quarian.

I’m back with Liara, happily so. It’s not like can… we’ll make them ours

The commander paused with opened beer halfway to her mouth. She imaged Liara and Tali, side by side, lying on a large bed. They ate furiously, their bodies expanded with soft flesh, rubbing together. Both beauties bodies were ripe with fat and mesmerizing…

They’ll grow immense

Shepard put a metal can to her lips and chugged weak alcohol like a life-saving cure.

I need a break

*** 

Two days later
The red spirit company dock

“That’s all Liara’s?” asked the starry-eyed quarian looking around. The facility wasn’t the largest she had seen, but one of the best-equipped ones. Most of the crew already left, save for several technicians, Tali and the Commander herself. The fiery-haired woman and purple-clad Quarian stood standing observing workers running around the stealth vessel.

“I’m happy it’s up to your standards, Tali” said a voice behind them. Shepard smiled and both turned around to the source.

“Liara it’s good to…” started the quarian, but paused baffled. It was the first time she saw the asari, since their team’s break up two years ago.

“… see you “ she finished quietly. Liara smiled with understanding.

“I understand my current appearance may be confusing. I’m happy to see you too"

“Uh… Garrus mentioned that you changed, but it’s not what’s I expected. I mean, I’m happy you weren’t wounded, but you look much wider, um, not that there is anything wrong with that… Keelah” fumbled Tali, growing more embarrassed with every second. Liara, wearing her green dress, grabbed Tali’s hands, still smiling.

“Thank you, Tali. I had problems getting used to it as well” reassured the plump asari and released the quarian’s hands. The commander noted with satisfaction, that there was no visible loss of Liara’s delightful flesh.

“No need, Tali. I had problems getting used to it as well” reassured the plump asari and released the quarian’s hands. The commander noted with satisfaction, that there was no visible loss of Liara’s delightful flesh.

“Speaking of, where’s Garrus?” asked the doctor. Elizabeth facer fell a little.

“He just found out, that on Nos Astra live some distant relatives of one of his teammates back on Omega. He said he was sorry, but he wanted to get this over with” explained the commander. Liara nodded sombrely.

“I see. I hoped we all could catch on, but I supposed we have time, based on what you told me. For now, I propose a dinner. I heard of a new place that serves for both levo and right based species” invited Liara with a smile. Tali jerked a little.

“Um, I think I’ll stay and help instruct technicians, wouldn't want to interrupt anything. Um, see you later” said the quarian as she started to retreat toward the ship. Walk soon evolved into a sprint. Liara blinked, confused. She looked at her paramour.



“Did I said something wrong?” asked Liara. After months of strictly professional conversations, she was afraid she had said something wrong. Shepard merely rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll tell you later”


 
*** 

Half hour later

Liara and Shepard were sitting by the table in a restaurant. The commander had been pleasantly surprised. While local was clearly high quality, it wasn’t snobby. Her militaristic outfit didn’t stand out. Also, their table was located in a secluded, corner of the room, making them nearly invisible to other guests. Though Elizabeth had a suspicion who was the restaurant’s owner.

Both received their order’s. The good food coupled with a smooth stream of words from both lovers resulted in a pleasant atmosphere.

Still, Shepard noticed that her plump paramour was pointlessly withholding her appetite. Elizabeth found the pitiful amount of food ordered by Liara to be most unsuitable for her ripening body.

Never mind that the heavy asari was inhaling meal noticeably bigger than Shepard’s.

“I prepared those files for Miss Lawson, that you asked for. You were right” said Liara after the final bit of her dish. Shepard had finished a little earlier and had been extremely focused on the asari’s mouth. She found Liara’s eating process to be extremely… interesting.

“Thanks, you’re an angel” replied Elizabeth with a wide smile. It weakened a little, during the entire meal she had been scourging courage to breach a certain topic.

“Liara, did Tali ever talked with you about… any romantic interests?” asked the commander.

Liara paused wiping herself with a napkin. She thought for a second and finished cleaning herself.

“Well, back on original Normandy I did discuss our relationship with her. We also talked about mating rituals of our species and experiences, but nothing concrete. Why?” told Liara with confusion and her face furrowed a little.

“Is something wrong? Is this why Tali was so startled earlier? Because I doubt it was my current appearance. Did somebody hurt her?”

Liara was a bit sad at the short reunion, but not angry. It was clear that their quarian friend wasn’t in the best mind-set and it wasn’t caused by her expanded figure. 

Shepard sighed soundlessly and managed to stop herself from rubbing her face.

“Recently, it came to my attention that Tali might have… romantic feelings towards me” admitted Elizabeth cautiously.

Liara slowly blinked several times and closed her eyes. She recalled interactions between Shepard and the lovely quarian as well as details of their more intimate conservations.

The asari sighed.

By the Goddess. To think Tali wouldn’t hold any feelings towards Shepard after all of this… I’m terrible when it comes to relationships

“I’m sorry for dropping it like that, but I thought it was better to clear the situation” explained Shepard calmly. Liara nodded.

“Thank you. This is rather unexpected, poor Tali. I admit I don’t know what to do” said the heavy asari honestly. Shepard face twisted for a second.

“Nothing. I love you, Liara and I care for Tali, but I’m with you. The best we can do is to be careful around her and maybe help find a better-suited target for her attention” replied Shepard seriously, but visibly saddened.

Liara was about to comment when a pretty human waitress came to them. She put two large plates with clearly asari food on the table and took dirty items. The waitress looked at Shepard.

“Your orders, ma’am. The rest are ready as well. Please, call me when you want them” informed the much smaller human pleasantly. Shepard nodded with a smile and the waitress left.

Liara carefully observed the exchange. The dishes before her couldn’t be for the commander, they clearly contained far too much eezo to be healthy for non-asari.

“Shepard, what’s all of this?” asked the round doctor. Elizabeth didn’t look ashamed in any way.

“I remember how you act when you aren’t eating despite being hungry. I told you so. Besides if this isn’t an occasion to indulge, I don’t know what is” replied Shepard with a saucy smile.

Liara wanted to retort but almost yelped. The blubbery asari felt something strange, albeit familiar, that was touching her legs. The commander had had to free her foot from the heavy military-grade boot and its bare surface was currently stroking the doctor’s fattened, blue cankles.

The ex-archaeologist felt blush entering her plump cheeks and soon she felt a small vibration of the table. Shepard pushed one of the dished right under her. Her ever-demanding stomach released unpleasant pang, Liara was still somewhat hungry. Despite her best attempts, her gluttonous middle didn’t comply with her plans to cut down on food and the dish looked so good.

The struggling asari managed to switch her attention to Shepard. That didn’t help.

The commander’s face was strange, worrying, but even more enticing. That expression, that smile, demanded complete obedience and promised orgasmic rewards in exchange. That eyes, those hungry, predatory eyes… by the goddess… did Shepard had vertical eyes pupil in those fiery eyes?

Liara blinked trying to dispel that weird trick of the light. She felt cold sweat on her back, the doctor knew that Elizabeth wouldn’t hurt or threaten her, but some primitive part of her brain screamed about the danger. On the other side, unexpected tingling and heat in her …ahem… intimidate areas made the situation only more bizarre, if strangely exciting.

The doctor’s breath quickened, her purple blush remained. The meaty thighs rubbed as Liara squirmed under Shepard gaze. The commander smile widened.

“Don’t worry Liara, don’t be shy. C’mon, eat” said Shepard in a seemingly pleasant voice and gestured to steaming food. Yet everything in Liara screamed to obey, a weird mix of fear and lust forcing her to obey.

Without a word, the soft asari took cutlery and started to slowly dine again. The fried meat on the plate before her was good and her expanded stomach still demanded more.

Liara ate slowly like before, at first. However, Shepard’s word’s and gaze was making it change. Her pace hastened, pudgy arms were moving a bit faster with every second while delivering food between blue lips. The commander seamlessly replaced the empty dish with a full one and the enthralled doctor continued without a pause. By the time she was half the second dish her eating was so fast and gluttonous, it could barely be called civil.

More food-filled trays arrived, but Liara paid them no mind, too preoccupied with what she was devouring. The doctor’s belly become was sated, but the young matron didn’t care. After months of Nyxeris’s “training”, her stomach had capability and elasticity that allowed her to eat much more than to simply to sate her.

The waitress kept making a beeline to their table as Liara’s belly grew. The already large gut looked like beyond fat it contained twins in the last stages of development and only kept pushing forward. Shepard only watched and replaced plates, occasionally giving quiet words of encouragement. Her face still had this strange expression, only her smile widened, allowing white, strangely sharp teeth to shine through.

Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever. The blue cheeks started to bulge with food, Liara wasn’t able to swallow it quickly enough. Her enormous belly was on its very limits, sending waves of sharp pain to her brain. Her dress was clinging to it tightly, looking on the verge of tearing. The doctor’s breathing was quick enough to send ripples through her plentiful breast and fat flesh. There was a sweat shining on her head.

Finally, Liara finished with a dish and no new appeared. Unsure, she put the cutlery down, the young matron still was prompted to continue. After a few more seconds she slumped down and leaned heavily on the chair, her head went backwards and Liara closed her eyes. Her cheeks were still ridiculously stuffed with food, the doctor resumed chewing and the final gigantic lump of mashed food travelled visibly down her gullet.

The ex-archaeologist exhaled sharply and started breathing with her mouth. Carefully she began to massage her engorged belly.

She felt napkin touch her face and softly clean her face. Liara slowly opened her eyes. Shepard had changed her location, now sitting next to her. Her face was similar, yet so different. The pleasant, human, smiling face was looking at Liara, instead of a predator in mortal flesh.

Liara returned smile weakly and closed her eyes. She felt tired, the entire meal felt like haze. Yet, despite her the throbbing pain of her overstuffed middle, the doctor was experiencing satisfaction and, by the Goddess, arousal. The delicate strokes of Shepard's hand on her belly and the doting way she was cleaning the glutted doctor face only added to the fire.

Suddenly the doctor heard something, a sound of glass being put on the table. She groggily opened her eyes and sight before shook immediately her awake. The glutted asari experienced waves of desire and sharp pain when she was looking at the decadent bowl of ice-cream. The cold balls were practically swimming in chocolate sauce.

Shepard, seeing her distress, took matters into her own hands. She took a long spoon and filled it with a sweet treat. Carefully, not to spill a single droplet, the commander put a portion next to asari's mouth.

“Say, aahhh” said the tall woman sweetly with that disarming smile. Despite fullness and pain, Liara saw no other choice than to obey.

A few second later fat, gooey mass was sliding down her gullet with a painful jolt. But the blubbery doctor didn’t get a chance to rest, Shepard was ready with another portion, and another, and another. Despite pain and hesitancy Liara continued to eat, she had to.

Minutes that felt like hours passed, but slowly the enormous bowl was slowly being emptied. Small droplets of creamy liquid occasionally spilled from corners of blue beauty's full lips. At long last, the enormous, glass chalice showed its bottom, when the last bit of chocolate-covered ice-cream slid to Liara's overstuffed stomach. The fat organ was now a true mountain of flesh that almost reached the knees of the engorged doctor. The blueberry gut of the wide asari was inflated by multiple pounds of fattening food.

Liara, once again closed her eyes, trying to breathe as calmly and shallowly as not to anger her digesting belly. Meanwhile, Shepard tenderly cleaned the asari's chocolate-stained face and later turned all of her attention to caressing the gluttonous mound, attached to her lover. During feeding and now she was biting her lip, trying to contain the excitement.

After several minutes of rhythmic breathing and the commander’s care, Liara became more coherent. After a little more time she even managed to partially block the whirlwind of contradictory stimuli and filings. 

The glutted asari opened her eyes and examined the situation. Next to her Shepard was smiling serenely and massaging…

By the Goddess…

Liara, just then, realized the size of her tremendous stomach. Sure, she saw herself in similar states in Nyxeris’s recording and thought hypnotic haze. But in reality, with a clear head? And even with it being strained to limits she still could see folds of loose fat on her sides.

“I look pregnant, fat and pregnant” gasped Liara weekly.

“Then you look beautiful” replied a saucy voice next to her. Shepard was smiling at her in a way that made Liara’s head spin.

“Want to head home and laid down?” asked the commander. Liara winced, she doubted she could move with an incredible load inside her with only her physical strength.

“I’ll help” said Shepard and gently grabbed her. Liara nodded, with a heavy groan and Elizabeth help the glutted asari managed to stand up. After a brief pause, being supported by Shepard she started to slowly waddle towards the exit.


 
***


 
Several minutes later
Liara’s apparent

Liara’ being supported by Shepard, managed to waddle into her apartment. The large food baby was clearly visible through the strained dress.

How did this append? thought the asari and sat heavily on one of her couches, which creaked ominously. Strolls of any kind no longer figured on her list of pleasant activities. Nowadays, she preferred to sit or lay down with something good to read and a supply of chocolate treats within reach. Fortunately, her job was mostly sedentary.

The dinner that started innocently enough transformed into something completely different. It resulted in mountains of confusion and food finding their way inside the doctor.

Not like I objected though the blushing asari and reminded herself of her weak objections as Shepard had been placing yet another portion of delicious cuisine. Liara subconsciously knew she would be disappointed if the commander had heeded her pleas.

Shepard kneeled next to the stuffed asari and started to gently rub the gluttonous organ as it released digestive noises. The commended was smiling fondly as she attended to the heavy asari.

“buuurrrpp” gas escaped the plump limps. Liara cowered her mouth and her face turned almost completely purple. Shepard only chuckled and raised herself a little to give a peck to the doctor’s rounded cheek.

“No need to get embarrassed. It’s only natural” assured Elizabeth with a saucy smile and continued to tend to the globular gut. Liara could fell her adipose move under the muscular woman’s pale fingers, bringing her this strange bliss, when the idea struck her.

Suddenly, the ex-archaeologist reminded herself about those old articles about humans that liked their partners heavier, if not obese. Elizabeth had proven to like her new figure, the blue adipose only enhancing their experiences. Besides encouraging her muscle training Shepard left the decision about her weight to Liara, at the same time making sure the asari was receiving belly-busting meals, when possible. She did mention her mother was on a heavier side as well, perhaps…

Perhaps she… doesn’t want me to lose gain, not really unexpected suspicion arose within the exhausted asari with surprise and… hope, excitement(?). Her mind raced for a few more seconds before the doctor decided to take the commander advice from when they talked about Liara’s father.

“Shepard… do you like my current body?” asked the panting asari. The fiery-haired woman paused and looked at the asari, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Of course, but you know that. Did something happened?” said the commander with a hint of worry.

“Let me rephrase, do you enjoy my current body more than when I was under two hundred pounds?” inquired the doctor calmly but with a small blush. Elizabeth’s eyes widened for a second, she sighed heavily and san next to Liara, grabbing gently her hand.

“Well... yes. That new body of yours… it drives me crazy” admitted Shepard softly and continued to rub the blue hand.

“Why didn’t you say so?” asked Liara and squeezed the commander's limbs.

“Well, that’s… it's news to me, too. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Also, you were dead set on losing weight and the circumstances of how you gained it… I didn’t want to pressure you or push you away. Not after everything that had happened“ explained slowly the commander, but she smiled weakly.

“You have to admit it did make last time quite memorable”

Liara chucked and shoved Shepard playfully, which prompted a painful ** from her stuffed middle. Elizabeth laughed as well and carefully embraced the soft asari.

“I admit, that all this weight did make uneasy at first, but I don’t hate as I thought I would. Although I wouldn’t realize your fondness for my current figure if not for some old, human articles” replied Liara with a small bush. Elizabeth raised eyebrows, after a second she smirked wickedly.

“Liara T’Soni, I leave you for a second and you start watching human porn. Am I neglecting you?” teased the commander. The asari blush deepened.

“Nothing like that. I just found some old human articles about humans who enjoy larger partners in Nyxeris's files. I just now connected it to our situation” defended the doctor. Shepard was still smiling, but her expression slowly grew more serious.

“So... where we go from here? I do like your bigger body, but I don't want to be with you no matter how much you weight. I understand if you want some space after that thing with your assistant” said the commander solemnly. Liara merely snuggled closely to the ginger, her soft flesh pushing into the muscular woman.

“To be honest, I’ve grown rather found to lavish meals, cutting back on them proved to be much harder than I had anticipated. My current physique isn’t bothering me, it even proved to be an asset in certain situation. If you like it then I see no reason to change it” explained the doctor with a small smirk and guided Elizabeth hand back to her swollen belly. Relief mixed with excitement entered the pale woman’s face. Shepard gave her a wide smile and kissed the blue beauty like there was no tomorrow. The commander hadn't dared to hope for such a turn of events, despite ever louder, cold whispers in the back of her head that.

“You wonderful, wonderful woman” breathed out Elizabeth after Liara broke away gasping for breath. Liara was panting with a smile on her face. She didn’t even correct Shepard about her being a female.

“*pant*… perhaps, I’ll even consider expanding my figure further, if you would be interested?” added Liara jokingly, enjoying Elizabeth proximity and affections with closed eyes. She had only meant to tease her lover, the asari’s words had a much greater effect.

The plentiful doctor felt Shepard put a hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Elizabeth leaning over her and squeezing her face. There was a strange, longing smile on the woman’s face, and her eyes… At their sight, Liara felt a strange feeling in the depths of her lard filled belly, a feeling akin to fear. Once again it felt like something terrifying was hiding under the commander’s mortal skin.

“Would you really? Just a few more pounds more to see how it is?” asked the commander in a low husky voice, seemingly looking into Liara’s very soul. The doctor’s breathing quickened, the intense request was both unexpected, but more than a little exciting.

But little, avian part of her brain was screaming on her to flee. She didn’t listen.

“I… suppose a little more weight won’t make a difference with my biotics. It will be nice to indulge a bit” replied the doctor suddenly feeling shy and defenceless like when they first met, seemingly a lifetime ago...

Shepard’s face split into a wide smile, that showed her abnormally sharp teeth. A second later she had kissed the good doctor’s lips with unseen ferocity, same with her hands. Pale fingers kneaded and squeezed the asari plentiful flesh without mercy.

The ex-archaeologist was defenceless against the muscular female's assault. The blue beauty felt herself practically melt under Shepard tender care.

After what felt like hours to the round doctor they broke apart. Liara gasped desperately for air, while Shepard didn’t look even a bit the worse for wear.

Aren’t asari supposed to last longer without air than humans? was the first coherent thought that appeared in the asari bliss hazed mind. And the last, before she yelped.

Shepard grabbed her and lifted her, bridal style. Without missing a beat the commander started walking and made her way upstairs to the bedroom. With every step of ginger-haired beauty, Liara felt the movement of her wobbling fat and the strained muscles of her lover.

Finally, the commander laid the doctor on the bed, gently but with clear relief. Walking quickly with over well over 400 pounds in such a position was a bit tiring even for the muscular woman.

Liara was breathing hard. Once again Shepard was leaning over her on the bed as her hand wandered her plump body, looking for the zipper.

“I really wouldn’t mind if I couldn’t lift you” said the commander with a wicked smile and kissed her plentiful lover. Liara had an inkling Shepard wasn’t talking about losing her strength.

Soon enough both were free of constraining clothes. The commander lovingly kneaded and shaped blue fat, giving extra attention to the doctor’s stuffed belly.

It is a good thing I barely lost any weight thought Liara as first moans escaped her lips.


 
*** 


 
Morning

Liara groggily opened her eyes, vaguely hearing something happening downstairs. First glance around her revealed that Shepard wasn’t in the bed.

The asari yawned and lazily stretched her limbs. This action made her grimace a little, most of her body felt sore, after their nightly festivities.

Worth it ran through her head as started to absentmindedly rub her doughty stomach. Last night was a wild blur of ecstasy, Shepard had seemed to be even more eager and wilder than back on the Normandy. No fold of fat was safe from the commander's greedy affections.

Meld was different as well, instead of a gentle connection, there had been a whirlwind of mixed thoughts and orgasmic emotion. Thankfully the cloud of feral and alien emotions from the commander allowed Liara to keep enough distance not to initiate reproduction.

Unfortunately, I doubt either of us would mind thought the doctor, but she knew it was for the better. The deeper meld allowed her to catch a glimpse of Elizabeth mind. Liara admitted sourly that she couldn't reliably read her human's thoughts, outside focused melds. Shepard’s mind always wild and keen, but now it seemed even more overwhelming, more enigmatic and terrifying.

Still, Liara learned a few things, unusual ones, but reassuring all the same. She felt Shepard’s devotion to her, her happiness at the reunion. The myriad of feeling, mostly positive, towards her crew, a lot of confusion in the case of Tali. What Elizabeth though about children and her plumper figure was largely covered in a thick layer that Liara hadn’t managed to fully decipher.

It doesn’t feel like Shepard only wants a few more pounds or a single digit of daughters thought Liara and bit her lip. 

The doctor wasn’t able to fully understand what happened in the commander’s mind or even vocalize what she learned. But her lower’s desires made her simultaneously excited and terrified.

The doctor wasn’t able to fully comprehend what happened in the commander’s mind or even summarise, what she learned. But her lover’s desires made her simultaneously excited and terrified.

I don’t know which one of us is more hungry mused Liara and patted her round middle. She was growing more appreciative of her expanded figure.

The asari heard steps and looked towards the stairs. It was Shepard, she was holding a large tray filled with dishes and sizable plastic bags hanging from her muscular arms.

The ginger also noticed the asari and smiled beamingly.

“Sorry if I wake you up, but I thought you would appreciate breakfast. I ordered it from a company you had a card from” said the tall woman, placing a tray near asari and bags on the floor. Liara glanced at the meal before and felt the pit in her stomach. Yesterday’s food, which had been packed tightly in her belly, had been long single digested into blue lard.

Despite the food and the curvy female, clothed in a sleeveless shirt, tempting her like some ancient demoness, Liara managed to remind herself of one single matter that continued to haunt her mind. One that they didn’t resolve yesterday.

“Thank you, Shepard” replied smiling asari and sat on the bed, with straightened legs and back facing wall. The doctor felt her thighs rub and belly pour on them, but those sensations were now anything but unwelcome.


 
“There’s one thing we didn’t finish talking about, yesterday. What about Tali?”

The commander’s expression darkened slightly, she stopped opening containers and took a deep breath.

“I’m not sure what else there is to say. She is my friend, one of my best ones, but I’m with you and nothing is going to change that” replied Shepard seriously, if a little too fast.

“I know, but If it wasn’t for me, would you be interested in her?” asked Liara trying to ignore the smells surrounding her and the demands of her starved belly. Shepard averted her gaze.

“Yes” answered Elizabeth after a few seconds.

“Tali grew into a wonderful woman. I cannot say for sure how I would find her actual appearance, but I think it would be worth it. Heh… I would be more worried about such degenerate like me dragging her down”

Liara smiled.

“Yes, you’re a terrible influence” commented the asari. But mentally she was considering the situation.

“And if she was to join us?” asked the plump asari. Elizabeth blinked, then chuckled.

“I’m sure anybody would happily receive attention from two beautiful women, myself included myself. But I won’t try anything like that, don’t worry. Wouldn’t be fair to both of you” assured Shepard with a weak smile.

Meanwhile, gears in Liara’s head were turning furiously. She had no desire for Elizabeth to be with somebody else in any capability, especially now. But Tali was her friend, even after their separation, and the doctor knew the effect the fiery-haired woman had on others better than anyone. The quarian won’t move on, not truly. Would Liara be able to peacefully live the remains of her millennium-long life with that knowledge?

Well, I am an asari and there are ways to make it bearable the plentiful asari reminded herself of types of relationship that were mostly unique to her species come to her mind. She had mixed emotion, but she decided on the course of action.

Suddenly the blue beauty noticed a forkful of food before her, she glanced to the side. Shepard had the shadow of this strange predatory-like expression from the day before. Wordlessly Liara opened her mouth and soon a portion of food was running down her gullet. This time any protest didn’t even appear in her mind.

For a second the asari reminded herself of the bags Shepard had brought, but only smiled with a full mouth. Even if her stomach wasn’t up to the task, Elizabeth would make sure she manages.

However, even as more calorie-heavy food was filling her eager stomach, part of Liara’s mind, one that wasn’t overcome with delight, were preparing a plan.

Once all edible items were inside the bulging orb located inside the doctor’s middle and Shepard was planting tender kisses on strained skin, the plan was ready.

*** 

Next day
 Nos Astra, the Normandy SR-2, Engineering deck

“Bosh’tet!” swore Tali as she went through a console’s settings. Engineers that had been working on the Normandy were fairly competent, but more than a few matters weren’t up to the quarian's taste. Just initial changes presented issues she knew she would have to correct later.

“I need to look on their hands or I’ll have to set everything up after their improvements” hissed Tali with annoyance. Right now she was alone, the quarian had decided to check initial results after a long stroll in the city.

“I’ll have them work according to your instruction if you would write them down,” said an amused voice behind Tali’s back. The purple-clad quarian nearly jumped, but instead, she quickly turned around, her hand on the shotgun handle.

When the ice-cold realization of who her “guest” was reached her brain, Tali regretted it wasn’t a blood-crazed krogan.

It was Liara in that green dress of hers. The quarian missed her blue friend, back when they first met they were equally lost on the human vessel. As their journey with Shepard progressed, many things changed and their bands of misfits transformed into some strange family. Tali loved Liara, the asari was one of few people she would lay her life on without hesitation. The quarian had been happy to meet again with the shy archaeologist, but…

Her messy confession complicated the situation. Tali realised her feelings towards the tall human only after the original Normandy’s destruction. But the commander had returned and rescued her again, twice. That did not help matters, but the way Shepard had defended her and helped her back home was the last drop. She had blurted out what she had felt, despite knowledge of Elizabeth’s renewed relationship.

Then, there was Liara, despite little to none contact during the last two years she still was her friend, but Tali couldn’t quite comprehend how much Liara had changed. After the trial, Shepard had revealed that the doctor had provided them with blackmail material for the eternity of Admiralty. That was equally touching and worrying. Then Garrus had told her outline about their reunion with the good doctor that only added to the confusion.

As the final injury had been the abysmal greeting. Despite the scarred turian story, Liara’s figure was a surprise. Tali had wanted to tactfully approach the subject, but she simply didn’t know how to. There was no such thing as a fat quarian, after all.

To put it simply the engineer had no idea how to deal with all of this. Not in the slightest.

I mean, she doesn’t look bad ran through the quarian’s feverish mind as she scanned Liara’s expanded curves.

“Thanks, I’ll prepare instructions,” said Tali and rubbed her hands.

“Liara, I’m... I'm sorry about my reaction. I didn’t even thank you for your help with my trial. It’s just, um, last weeks were bit much”

“I understand, and I’m not mad. We all have a chance to catch up later. However I’m here to talk about something else, only with you” explained Liara and walked closed to the quarian. Tali didn’t feel a one bit reassured.

“Shepard told me about your feelings”

“Is this the part where you tell me to stay away from her?” asked the quarian with an angry note, but really she was just sad. There was no good outcome for her there. Liara only smiled.

“Truthfully, if you were somebody else that would be the case. I admit that I’m rather possessive of Elizabeth. But you are one of my dearest friends. So I have a proposition” said the overweight asari and slowly grabbed Tali’s hands.

“Would you like to join us, me and Shepard” asked Liara, looking directly into luminescent eyes.

“Huh?” was the only thing the purple-clad woman said. Her mind short-circuited, it took her several long seconds to gather a fraction of sane thoughts.

“Are you saying that me… that three of us… you two and I would…” fumbled Tali, looking for words. She was fairly sure that her suit cooling systems will give up soon, she could practically feel steam coming from her.

“I suggest that you start a polygamous relationship with Shepard and me, yes” confirmed Liara calmly. Tali’s heart attempted to escape her chest, The heavy asari smiled and continued.

“That’s merely a suggestion. Shepard won’t admit it straight but I believe she would be alright with it. I have my reservations and thought of sharing Elizabeth is… most unpleasant… but you are one of few people I would consider it doing it with”

Liara paused and shifted into a more serious expression. Slowly she guided three-fingered hands to her meaty sides.

“However, you must decide if you would be alright with such an arrangement. If you could be intimate with Shepard and me. Also, I need to warn you. I have no intention of losing my extra weight and I will fight for Shepard, with all my power if necessary. Ultimately the decision, if you want to try, falls to you, Tali”

The doctor’s expression softened and walked even closer, her belly squishing lightly the quarian belly and torso.

“I believe we could make it work and I truly want you to be happy” encouraged Liara and retreated a second later.

“I didn't told Elizabeth about this idea. If you accept we’ll meet and discuss some finer details. If not, nothing happened. I don’t need an answer imminently, but please try to decide before the mission against Collectors. Is that alright with you, Tali?” said the doctor.

“Um… yes, that’s… that’s alright” answered Tali with a shaky voice, her eyes wide open and looking at the round asari.

Liara smiled and began walking away. Tali could see how her large ass wobble under the dress.

She does have nice hips thought suddenly appeared in the quarian woman’s mind. Bewildered Tali sat on the nearby chest with equipment and put her hands on the helmet.


 
“Keelah” said the young woman. She was never that confused in her life.


 
***  


 
Three days later
Hotel near Nos Astra entertainment district

“Shepard” greeted Miranda and let the taller woman in. The commander had donned a civilian outfit, that still looked like a black, military uniform with a wealth of pockets. Miranda remained in her typical outfit, only a black one.

“Please sit down, I made coffee” said the brunette and gestured towards the living room.

“Thanks”

The apartment was of moderately good quality, but it wasn’t one Miranda was living in during the Normandy upgrade process. This local was rented by Miranda only when she needed extra privacy, once even used during a meeting with her younger twin.

Both women sat near a small, glass table opposite to themselves. Shepard took few sips of steaming liquid, Miranda was merely holding the cup, like she was trying to warm her hands. The commander waited patiently.

“I’ve evaluated data provided by doctor T’Soni” started the Cerberus operative carefully, but her grip tightened dangerously.

“My father is working with Cerberus”

At that moment Miranda slammed the cup down spilling droplets of hot liquid and began angrily walking across the room.

“That bastard! Agh!” shouted the shorter woman, but her movements betrayed tiredness and desperation.

Three days earlier Shepard provided Miranda with data about her father connection to Cerberus and few other ventures by that organization. Ones that Miranda found shameful, but blamed on singular, rogue cells and where she defended the Illusive Man. As she had found out he had supported those experiments.

After a minute the genetically engineered female calmed herself and sat down, putting a hand on her head.

“I’m sorry about that Shepard. It’s just…”

“You trusted him and he was lying to you from day one. I understand. Believe me, if I was in your place that apartment would be in much worse condition” said Shepard empathically with an apologetic smile. Miranda exhaled heavily and relaxed a little.

“Yes, and I have no idea what to do right now” admitted the brunette with resignation, maybe even a hint of shame and looked directly at the commander.

“But I’m sure you have some proposition”

Shepard nodded solemnly.

“The way I see it, you can either try and handle it alone or try working with us” answered Shepard. Miranda raised an eyebrow.

“By us, I mean me, Liara and a few of our friends, but likely it will be mainly Liara. I was a bit surprised, but she had started preparing for Reapers on a much larger scale than I initially thought and I don’t mean just blackmail material. Still, any preparations are going to be useless if we keep sabotaging ourselves. The Illusive Man doesn’t care for humanity agenda, even if he deludes himself so, he only cares for Cerberus. I’m no saint, Miranda, and I’m willing to go far, but he did much worse than that” explained the commander seriously looking directly into Miranda’s eyes.

“I want to stop Reapers. You know it’s true, but I need help. And I’m not good with subtle, not like you and Liara. What’s more, you know Cerberus, better than any of us. Either way, I want your support. In exchange, you get protection for you, Oriana and her family.”

Shepard finished and took a sip of coffee. Miranda was silent, a mix of very different emotion boiling inside her. She had been just betrayed and since the beginning, she had a certain reservation about how Shepard behaved. But the tall woman was always truthful about her opinions and motivations, painfully so. In the short amount of time, the commander had done more for Miranda, than anybody else.

The brunet sighed heavily.

“Very well, Shepard. I’ll work with you as long as you help protect Oriana” replied Miranda solemnly and extended her hand.

Shepard smiled brilliantly and accepted it.

“It’s good to have you, Miranda. For real this time. And worry, we take care of our own” said Elizabeth and gently shook.

I almost regret not going along with the plan to try and seduce her though Miranda felling a bit warm at the commander earnest declaration. It was a proposition for a more traditional mean to control Shepard, considering her preferences and Miranda’s own abilities in this regard it seemed feasible to few advisors.

For several minutes they talked about the basic of this arrangement, although Miranda had to speak with Liara about technical details.

“It would be good to prepare something to shield Oriana in case Illusive Man finally tell my father about her location. I haven’t restricted this information from him” said Miranda once the most important things were taken care of. Elizabeth nodded.

“Confirm a few things for me. You and Oriana are genetically identical, you are simply older?” asked the taller woman.

“Yes, we were made from this same material” admitted Miranda with a small wince.

“From I read and your words, Mister Lawson is rather a vain man. He spent as much money making you smart, strong and dangerous as he spent making sure you could pay for living as a professional model, am I right?”

“I saw pictures of my closest, female ancestors. They are similarities, but… improvements are undeniable” said the (former) Cerberus agent slowly, she was unsure what Shepard was leading to.

“So there is an idea: what if we make Oriana no longer wanted by papa Lawson”

Miranda blinked surprised but intrigued.

“Explain”

“We’ll fake a genetic defect that is revealed with age. One that, at least for somebody like your father, makes you physically undesirable, even if everything else is mostly fine. I briefly talked with Chakwas and Mordin about one concept I had. They said it's plausible” explained the commander.

“And since Oriana is my exact copy she would develop it with time, as well. That idea has merit, but it cannot be something minor or easy to disprove. I cannot simply put on a few fake pimples. You said you had a concept” considered the brunette. Miranda had her doubts, but the concept was promising.

“Yes. You could gain weight”

Miranda stared at her flatly with a frown.

“Just, bear with me. We fake dysfunction that makes you pile on the pounds and weakens your biotics, perhaps even gives you a fainting spell if you don’t get enough calories. According to Mordin, a diagnosis like that cannot be completely disproven without checking your entire metabolism. You, for better or worse, are a perfectionist you wouldn’t be getting fat if you had a choice. I take you for fewer assignments as it progresses, you have more time to eat and spy on Cerberus. Admittedly, you'll have to become clinically overweight, at least and relatively soon for it to be believable” clarified Shepard seriously. Miranda's eyes widened, she was digesting information for several long seconds.

“That… could work. Despite his own dubious fitness my father always very vocally about his distaste for any woman that didn’t meet his tastes. But its rather radical” replied the smaller woman carefully. Shepard nodded.

“I understand and I admit that I came up with it due to that mess with Liara’s assistant. But I thought about it and did a bit of research with our resident mad scientist. We haven’t come with anything better so far. Liara proved it’s possible to use biotics to counteract extra weight when it comes to fighting and what we salvaged from Nyxeris’s operation provides us with means to help with this project” said Shepard and took a sip from her coffee.

“Listen it’s just an idea. If you have better, then we use yours. Even if you don't come with something else we don't have to do it. It's up to you, Miranda” finished the commander and checked the hour. She stood up.

“Think about it. Now, I have to go and check if Grunt didn’t eat anybody. If you agree we will prepare everything, but I need an answer before we leave Illium. See you later”

Miranda stood up and accompanied the commander to the exit. Shepard stopped before the door and faced the shorter woman.

“One more thing. I know you won’t like it but you should apologise to Jack.” said Elizabeth. Miranda’s face furrowed.

“She’s a degenerate” argued brunette.

“She’s not. You just don’t care to look beyond tattoos and swearing. Remember, Jack largely ended like that thanks to Cerberus. I’m not saying she couldn’t try to do better, but she was right about them and partially about you. Besides, Miranda, you didn’t need to so fanatically defend TIM, either. So I ask you to take this data and try to make peace with her”

Miranda looked at Shepard with doubt but nodded.

“I’ll try, but don’t blame if she explodes”

Elizabeth smiled and exited the apartment, leaving the brunette with many things to consider.

Chapter 19 : Tattered
Shameful, useless, and cumbersome flesh bounced out of control as the formerly famed Weasel ran away in the alley. She who used to be the most successful street urchin of Malgoren’s shanty towns was now reduced to a waddling, out of shape, and obese mess. Covered in bruises, friction burns, and cuts from her fight and followed struggles to escape the shop, she had fled once more, but this time it was disgust and pity that saved her, not her skill or agility.
Tears were filling Sarya’s eyes, tears of pain, humiliation, and self-loathing. Her clothes were tattered, exposing her oversized breasts to any onlooker in the alley, and revealing a body so thick with fat it was no longer merely rejected by societal norms, but by the mere architecture of the city itself. Sarya’s denial was over now, and it dawned upon her that she never in her whole life saw a woman so overfed, so decadent, and so gluttonous that her belly rested on her thighs, or that her hips brushed the sides of most doors. She was, in fact, the fattest person she ever met, and had been so for a while now, made as such by her own delusions and rampant hedonism.
Too exhausted to move any further, the overfed criminal slowed down, her ungainly run downgrading to a slow walk, until she simply collapsed on the ground, sitting her massive backside on a patch of grass and overgrowth sprouting in an abandoned backyard. Night wasn’t there yet… and she was half-naked. Better to sit there, hidden in the alley, and wait for the darkness to travel through the city. She experienced enough shame already without being arrested by the city watch. Would the cells even fit her?
Dark thoughts smothered the former street urchin in a lullaby of self-pity and disgust, putting her to sleep and guiding her toward nightmares of rampant gluttony, with visions of backbreaking breasts crushing her lungs, sprawling belly aprons swallowing her legs, and pillowy limbs gone vestigial in their fat casing. Her sleep was not restful in the slightest.
She woke up hours later, her cheeks wet with tears, shivering in the cold night, an odd call back to her youth spent in the streets of the shanty towns. Back then, however, she never struggled to get up from the ground, and sneaking through the streets was never such a difficult task.
 
*
It took Sarya everything she had to return to the Three Calices in her state. On the way back, she got noticed more than a few times, but her obese exposed form was such an odd sight that people either blinked in disbelief or looked away in confusion and discomfort, no one daring approaching this fat pariah waddling across the capital.
Not daring entering the inn by the main door, not in her state, Sarya instead went around, slipping into a side alley and toward the service door used for deliveries. Parts of the alley were so cluttered with crates and barrels that the fat girl had to squeeze sideways through the piles, which made the brunette shiver in fear from the recent trauma of getting stuck. Still, she wasn’t quite too big to navigate these parts, and the service door wasn’t so narrow shifting her shoulders couldn’t suffice to squeeze through.
Once inside, the former thief snatched a cook’s apron, which barely managed to cover her tits, and quickly raced toward her room, drawing confused looks and worried glances from those that knew her and noticed her tattered state.
Before long, Lucy was by her side, with a wet cloth and healing salve in hands, tending to her lover and listening to the horrible tale of the recent events. If love and care were at the forefront of Lucy’s thoughts as she listened, more was happening in the back of her mind. Hate against Evelyn was flowing through the blonde’s mind, but there were also selfish, indulgent worries.
Would this traumatic event steal from her the Sarya she adored? What would happen to the girl that bit into life so fully she didn’t care for her waistline? What would become of the hedonism, pleasure seeking, and appetite she learned to associate with her plump lover? Lucy didn’t know how to handle Sarya expressing so much hate and disgust toward the parts of her she loved the most passionately, the most viscerally.
As Sarya was sobbing and talking about dieting, losing weight, and getting her old figure back, all Lucy was thinking about was how she could make Sarya learn to love her opulent body, now that denial was out of the window…

Hello, this chapter's a bit short, but I'm currently short on time and concrete ideas. However, I think it fits together nicely.. 😅
Most importantly, thank you for such encouraging words. 😂
I hope that the following mesh of random words will be somewhat enjoyable for you all.
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Chapter 20: Answers

Five days later, afternoon
Miranda’s safe house

The (former) Cerberus operative was looking at the feast before her deep in thought. That day was tiring, although not physically. She had spent hours ironing the detail with T’Soni and fighting the urge to withhold Cerberus's secrets. Still, they managed to deal with most confidential matters, so they had had to breach more personal issues.

Despite Miranda’s research and private consultations with their medical team, the brunette hadn’t found a superior alternative to Shepard’s plan. Which led to her current predicament. A large supply of extremely calorie-heavy MRS and vacuum-sealed meals, as well as special supplements, were soon going to be shipped to Normandy. She had also relived coordinates to a place from which she could recive fresh food.

T’Soni said it would probably help to start and “train” with normal food thought Miranda with annoyance, but soon sighed.

The brunette had no reason to be angry at the asari. Despite their questionable history and her occasional outbursts, the tubby doctor remained perfectly calm and civil. She had, of course, warned her of the consequences of betrayal, but the information broker was simply stating facts with no malice.

Miranda came to realize that it had been T’Soni’s unconcerned approach to that “plan” and what it implied, had been rubbing her the wrong way.

“I suppose, compared to her, I have no right to complain” said the perfect woman heavily and winced at the growing hunger pains. According to the instruction she already had dosed herself with medications to help. Her stomach felt like it was trying to devour itself.

Slowly, Miranda took the cutlery. The meal before her was enormous and ridiculously fattening, even though theoretically healthy. Genetically perfect or not, the brunette always maintained a strict diet, which was now being mocked by the mountain of ridiculously rich food before her.

And there are dessert left reminded herself Miranda about the still unpacked sweets next to her.

She took a deep breath and cut a piece of meat from the first plate.

Mmmmmm…

The food tasted divine, this, supplemented by the seemingly bottomless pit in the brunette's stomach, began to promptly crush Miranda’s hesitance. The operative promptly started to eat without reservation and with unexpected focus. The meat was quickly being cut and transported between the woman's shapely lips. Interruptions were only caused by the need to wipe hot juices from her mouth.

The brunette blinked when she realized that she had cleaned the first place. And despite its size, she still felt hungry. Miranda hesitated for a second but brought a second platter closer. She decided to follow this plan, there was no going back now.

Some sort of casserole, delicious and heavy. A stream of a meat-cheese mix made its way through her gullet. Miranda ate voraciously, despite fading hunger, the food was just too delicious. Once she was done with the greasy mountain, the brunette was more than full.

Still, her mind was set and an alien, overwhelming appetite were prompting her to eat more. Yet an unexpected feeling in her middle made her pause.

Miranda looked down and her eyes widened. Her stomach, always flat and toned was visibly protruding from her stomach. After a few seconds, speechless Miranda realized that discomfort was caused by her skin-tight uniform.

The brunette clenched her teeth. She unzipped it and removed the top of it, leaving her body, from the waist up, bare, save for a bra. As a side effect, she was forced to confront her uncovered, stuffed belly.

Miranda took a deep breath. She managed to push her doubts aside and returned to eating. The moment a spoon loaded with curry passed her lips, the chemically-induced desire for food once again overwhelmed everything. With every mouthful, her stomach pushed further and fullness become painful. In spite of this, Miranda dutifully ate.

Finally, all hot food founds its way inside her. The ex-Cerberus leaned back on the couch, breaching rapidly. She was stuffed.

After a minute Miranda reminded herself of the cake, still in the container.

I couldn’t possibly… no I already made a compromise, by avoiding MRS

With a grimace, she reached a nearby container. Inside was a small, simple, chocolate cake. Despite the lack of any ornaments on its surface and her painfully full stomach, Miranda felt herself salivating.

The brunette cut herself first piece and began to eat. The cake's simplistic look was misleading, it tasted like pure poesy. Miranda ate with pleasure, but the pain in her middle kept growing.

The crisis came halfway through the cake. Miranda was panting and her body was shining with sweat. The brunette was simply too full, even drugs she had been eating weren’t able to help.

After a minute she clenched her fist. She knew she needed to stretch her stomach, get used to large meals, as soon as possible.

The perfect woman grabbed the platter with the cake and brought it directly to her open maw. Miranda proceeded to inhale the treat with speed and animalistic ferocity that prevented her from second thoughts. Crumbles and chocolate were flying everywhere, her stomach throbbed with pain, but she kept going.

Finally, the empty container loudly hit the table. Miranda ate the cake.

Her face and upper body were covered in chocolate and crumbles, the couch hadn’t been spared either. The brunette was sitting still for several seconds when suddenly her eyes widened and she suddenly closed her hand on the mouth.

I’m going to…!

“Bbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp!!!!”

For better or worse medication in food and ones, which Miranda had taken before prevented disgorge.

Miranda grabbed an entire roll of paper towels and leaned on the sofa with relief. Slowly she cleaned herself. When the brunette and her surroundings were relatively clean, Miranda carefully laid herself on the couch.

After several minutes of rest, the operative looked on her belly and grimace. The organ expanded even further, looking like she had swallowed a volleyball and turned light-red.

She extended her hand over her head, after few seconds she managed to locate the container with a cream. Miranda had been instructed to apply it to her belly after eating.

The biotic hissed when a cold substance made contact with her oversensitive shin, but just a few seconds after she felt relief.

And from now on, every meal will be like that  Miranda reminded herself with resignation, there was no going back now. Despite the humiliating and inconvenient nature of this solution, it was relativity easy to employ and had a large chance of success. If the brunette was lucky several pounds combined with her father's vanity would allow her to set her twin free of him.

For Oriana

Not five minutes later, Miranda drifted into a food coma while her stomach was loudly trying to digest a large load inside.


 
*** 


 
Two days later, afternoon

 

“So, where exactly are we?” asked Shepard as they walked through the sterile white hallway. Liara’s arm was entangled hers and the commander was happily supporting her tubby lover. Close proximity allowed her to feel and observe the most appetizing movements of asari’s abundant flesh.

 An hour ago the doctor contacted her and asked to meet her under the building they were currently inside. She only said it was a private matter and that she wanted to discuss it personally.

“It’s a newly-build medical complex, quite luxurious one. Its original owner had overestimated his financial situation and I bought for a quite low price” answered Liara with a faint smile. The asari was in good mood that day, but she also seemed to be a bit tense with anticipation. The tall woman raised an eyebrow.

“Aaaand we are here because…?”

The wide asari was silent for several seconds.

“As you know, I had an enlightening conversation with Tali”

Elizabeth's face twisted for a nanosecond at this abrupt change of topic. Few days she arrived in the apartment filled with remnants of dextro- feast and news that Liara had reached an understatement with their favourite quarian. The asari was strangely cryptic about it, but she had firmly assured that everything had alright, so Shepard had decided to drop it, for time being. Because she hadn’t seen the engineer since, save for reports she was alright, the commander hadn’t managed to learn anything new. ‘

“Let’s just say we’re because of this. Please, for now, trust me, Shepard. Everything will be clear soon” said Liara and gave Elizabeth a pleading look.

“Well, that’s not ominous at all” replied Shepard with a smile, but nodded. The plump face returned the gesture.

After roughly five minutes they reached vacuum-sealed doors.

“I go in first. Once the light turns green it’s your turn. Inside you find a change of clothes and few medicaments, they were consulted with Karin. Please act according to instructions.” informed the doctor and went inside. Shepard obedient remained but allowed herself a small grimace. The entire situation appeared suspicious, but her instincts seemed to be completely at ease.

After ten minutes she could go inside. Shepard found herself inside a spacious airlock. Indeed, inside was a set of plain, sterile clothes, lingerie included. She changed quickly and continued along with instructions. Two easy injections and some mouth spray. She clicked a button to confirm she was finished. A small hiss filled the room and a minute later doors opened.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. The commander smelled something like ozone, but not quite, she felt her hair stand up, just slightly. The color and sound seemed off.

Elizabeth knew this felling

Sterile field?

A layman term for an artificially generated field that instantly destroyed all pathogens. Bacteria, small parasites, viruses, and even more complex organic substances were simply ripped apart. It was a great way to keep operating areas sterile, but it was also ridiculously expensive, too much to be used by most ordinary hospitals. 

What greeted the commander was a small, but well-equipped living room with doors to other areas and with no Liara in sight.

“Shepard, come in. We’re in the bedroom” the doctor’s voice informed her.

We?

Elizabeth followed to the source. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks at the sight before her.

The bedroom was scarcely furnished and sterilely white like the rest of the apartment. In the middle was a large, very large bed with drawers on both sides. On said drawers were several open packages with turian(?) sweets.

Liara was sitting on the bed, only in the linguine, in all of her adipose-filled glory.

Surprisingly it wasn’t her that was in the centre of Shepard's attention.

Next to Liara, clutching her hand, was somebody else. A humanoid, with purple skin and luminescent, pupil-less eyes. It was similar in appearance to human woman and asari, but with three digits at the end of every limb and extra joints in the legs. Unlike asari alien had also a mop of pitch-black hair and, if Elizabeth saw correctly, some form of ears. There were also other details, differences in proportions, but then Shepard recognized the species, even if she truly saw them only in the pictures.

Seconds later she realized who exactly was before her.

“…Tali?” 

The quarian smiled faintly.

“H…hello, Shepard” welcomed the engineer nervously and patted the bed next to her. Elizabeth swallowed saliva and slowly made her way there. As she walked the commander registered further details.

Her friend was clothed only in lingerie, at least, what a human would consider lingerie. Tali's body was covered in lean muscles and, unlike certain theories of the crew, her suit didn’t exaggerate her curves, in the slightest. Her hips were wide even for a quarian and thick, muscular thighs looked ready to squeeze heads into a paste.

The commander was suddenly very grateful that she had made a point to memorize the basic medical knowledge about all known species.

“Liara and I… well… Liara proposed that we could try being together…ahem… all three of us” began the quarian, she was clearly nervous about the entire situation and her bare body. Liara squeezed her hand and gave an affirmative nod to Shepard.

“Shepard, you were dismissive of the idea because you saw it as a form of betrayal. However, I’m not a human and I want Tali to be happy. We talked and reached this… compromise” explained the wide doctor. Shepard’s dried, she felt mess in her head as hungry, dark thoughts started to resurface.

“I’m flattered, but…cholera. Did you both think this through? This isn’t something to decide just like that.” asked the commander, despite feelings inside her. Now with Tali almost naked before her, Shepard realized she wanted Tali, hungered for her.

The quarian looked at her with her white eyes, this time Shepard noticed faint outlines of (likely) pupils. Her gaze beside nervousness held a hard resolve and longing.

“I did, Shepard. And It’s not ideal, but I know I would regret it if I don’t try” explained Tali sincerely.

“Shepard, I wouldn’t come with this offer and arrange this apartment if I didn’t intend to follow with it. Elizabeth, know that we both came to an agreement, all that’s left is for you decide” finished Liara also with absolute honesty.

Shepard took a sharp breath and closed her eyes. She had a complete, chaotic mess in her head.

They agreed to this, but should I…? Ì̳͓̯̳͡i͞͏͚̳̦̮̫̟̬͙i͈̣̪̖͈̹̥͘͡i̵̳̟̘͈̭͉̠͉͔i҉̴̡̭͓̣͚̯̫…̰̖̲̻̗͠.̙̤̬We are with Liara but both want it, we d͓͆̽ͮ̈e̱͇̝͈̞͍̅̿̓͠m̠̖͕̗̠̜̻̤ͯ͋͛͗́̚ǎ̤̜̬̯̳̬̬͈̆ͣ͒̾̃̈́̀́n͎̮̮̯̰͆͑̒ͩͬd̛͉̪͕̜ͤ͒͠ͅ ̝̙̙ͤͪͫ͑͗̚ want it. So maybe we could… c̵̰̜̿͑̒ͧ̔̈́̚o̯͎̭̲̙͓͙̾̎̂͟͡͝u̴̳͇͖͔͍̙̦̖͊ͪ̿̂̿̂͟ͅl̼ͨ̑ͨ̂ͬ͝d̶̡͇͔̼̟͙͚̳͈̩̈́͋…ͦ͏̟̭͖̖ ̂̽͂ c̷̥͔̰̔͗̈̽̃̒̅̏̑̈̑͐͂̏͗̒̔̏̀̄͂͆̓́͋̋̕̚͝͝͝͝͝ǭ̶̢̡̛̻̩͍̠̭̟̭͍̱̮͖̺̮͇͓͎̝̳̣̼͇̜̞́͂͒̈́̇ụ̵̰̖̥̜̼͖͚̲̖̀̊͒͛̑͑͒̒͑͊̉̅͗̽̀̎̃͌̍̏͊̾͗̄͂̈͑̃́͌͌͘l̸̨̢̳̩͔̲̮͈̠͎̇͋̂ͅḑ̴̡̼̬͚̯͈̭̻̲̳̳͖͈̞̻̱̱̤̻̖͖͙̺̝͍̙̿́̇̀̐̋̍̉̌̇͒̓̍́̆̄̀̄̕͠͝…


 
They are ours, and ours alone


 
The commander opened her eyes, in reality, passed only a few seconds. The two non-humans were obvious to tremendous changes happening in Shepard’s mind, perhaps save for a subtle change in her expression.

Then, with inhuman speed and fluidity, the commander closed the gap between her and Tali kissing her, with both hands starting to roam the unsuspecting quarian's upper body. The engineer would have yelped and fallen back in surprise if it wasn’t for red lips filmy locked into hers, and any attempts to move stopped by a large, soft, blue body that had pressed to her back. Liara, much more cautiously, started to massage the quarian.

Tali's surprise faded, and seconds later whatever strange wonders Shepard was performing with her mouth and hands made her abandon all thoughts of bolting away. She felt strange but good like never before as she went limp.

The commander finally broke apart with a sharp grin on her face. Tali was bewildered and breathed hard, all those new sensations were making her head spin.

“Let’s lie down” ordered Shepard, in a low, distant voice that left no room for argument. Not a half-minute later, Tali found herself lying on the large asari just under her head and between her legs with Shepard approaching from the front. Like in trance she felt herself sink into Liara’s large belly and breasts, she brushed with lush, warm thighs. Meanwhile, Shepard was moving ever closer moving, like a predator, her body no longer obscured by clothes. Tali watched mesmerized how hard muscle moved under pale skin while her humongous, firm chest was bouncing.

The commander cupped quarian’s face and met luminescent eyes with hers, looking like an endless void with a hellish fire burning in the middle.

“Say Sovereign if you want me to stop” informed Shepard with a hungry tooth-filled grin. Tali nodded slowly and the human woman kissed her again. What the commander was doing, was very far off the engineer’s original idea of kissing, but made her positively melt.

When Shepard moved away she licked her lips and began to work downwards the purple body. The commander was planting kisses, sometimes even licked patches of skin while her hands were scanning the surface of a smaller woman. Liara wasn’t idle either, pudgy, blue fingers were stoking free areas while kissing quarian’s upper back.

When Shepard reached the lower part of her new lover's belly, Tali gasps were interrupted by a loud moan from between her lips, but she was quickly muffed. Liara had placed a sizable, chocolate treat in quarian's mouth and then sealed it using her own lips.

The commander reached the area which interested her the most, Tali’s legs and hips. The wide loins were supporting a truly shapely bottom. Legs while different, alien were no less enticing. Lower limbs were strong, shapely and wonderfully thick.


 
Too thin. She shall be fed


 
Tali was breaching hard and gasping for air when her lips weren’t preoccupied with Liara’s soft one or munching on sweets. The (comparably) small humanoid was couch between two powerful individuals that seemed to be hell-bent on killing her with ecstasy and they were clearly just getting started.

Tali was sure she was going to die, but she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Later, amongst moans and sweat, chocolate and passion Liara’s eyes turned into a bottomless void.

Three minds become one.


 
*** 

Six days earlier
Liara’s apartment

The entire house was quiet save for the regular sound of munching. Liara was alone and diligently working on her console. At the same time, in short intervals, she was taking handfuls of nuts, covered in a thick layer of chocolate mass from a large, family-sized bowl, and poured them into her eager mouth. Once her plump cheeks were full, Liara proceeded to energetically use her jaw, transforming hard candies into fattening, chocolate-flavoured mush.

The wide doctor chewed at a good pace and her mouth wasn’t empty even for a second. When she wanted to wash down sweet treats, Liara took a large sip from a litre jug, using a wide straw. The thick, creamy liquid inside had a pleasant coffee flavour. It was one of Nyxeri’s recipes, one, which Liara had honestly missed. Even without extra chemical ingredients, it had an astronomical caloric load, but since she no longer was cutting down on food…

There had been a pleasant surprise concerning this concoction. Despite, culinary arts being her nemesis, Shepard had proven apt at making them. Apparently, it was similar enough to protein drinks she was sometimes making for herself. Since this revelation, the commander made sure to supply her blubbery lover with variations of fattening substance. Liara accepted them with delight.

It’s notable, that after Shepard’s departure that day, the doctor had decided to spike delicious liquid with a few supplements. Nothing radical. Just something for better digestion, to make her belly stretch with no problem.

The doctor’s decision to abandon all attempts to lose weight had been firmly reinforced, despite the short amount of time since it. Since coming clean, Shepard had been increasingly amorous and handsy, grabbing and rubbing blue flesh whenever possible. Liara had been reciprocating her affection with gusto. Return to plentiful and calorie-heavy food was also most appreciated. The heavy doctor preferred to have an overstuffed belly, smoothed by Elizabeth’s hands than a maddeningly empty pit inside.

Then, there were meals, or rather meals and sex. The line between physical intimacy and eating had started to wane when the two were alone. Shepard often insisted on feeding her blue lover or on massaging her while she eats and after. Even if it didn’t result in steamy lovemaking, for Liara it felt almost as good. When they were in the bedroom, Shepard often provided sweets for her plump asari.

At some point, Liara’s hand grabbed air instead of chocolate-covered nuts. The bowl was empty. She rubbed her slightly expanded, adipose-filled stomach, that rested comfortably on her lap and unconsciously licked her lips, thinking about other snacks stored in the kitchen. The tubby doctor could definitely go for more.

She lifted herself with a grunt and made her way to the kitchen. For all pampering and new bedroom advantages, Liara's growing bulk was getting in the way of most physical activities. The doctor, now more than ever, was aware that she had been avoiding most inconveniences it had been causing only thanks to Nyxeris and currently Shepard, who were attending to her at every step. If there was one enjoyable about the waste of calories that were waddle it was the feeling of fluffy carpet under chubby, blue feet.

Liara’s outfit was unusual, much more casual than the ones she usually wore, even at home. Besides lingerie, she had donned an oversized, plain, black shirt and comfortable, stretchy sweatpants. Liara was barefoot, which would be uncomfortable if not for Elizabeth, who equipped the apartment with several warm, comfortable carpets. She let her digesting belly hang over her trousers, jiggling with every step. Besides her belly wasn't the only part of the asari that moved with every movement. Blue, generous curves weren't far behind and even her limbs had been swaying a lot of nowadays.

The doctor had no idea where the commander had found this unique, human grab, that was equally ridiculously simple and comfortable on her frame. However, as the doctor had learned, Shepard found her grab to be extremely alluring. While the young matron didn’t quite understand the charm, she was more than happy to reap the outfit's benefits.

It seems I’m poor at being asari after all mused Liara with amusement as she filled a bowl with crackers.

Once again, in a short amount of time, I completely changed my lifestyle

Indeed, Liara daily routine had significantly changed. Save for her muscle training, now overseen by Shepard, her activities were limited to working on her console and eating. Lots of eating and pampering, courtesy of Elizabeth.

With Shepard’s newfound desire for her expanding figure, there was no meaningful reason for Liara to withhold her gluttonous urges. Streams of treats were making their way to the hungry doctor’s maw, not to mention the lavish meals, which Liara dutifully ate under Shepard's watchful eye.

The commander seemed to automatically take over all household duties. Always when she was free, the commander cleaned, repowered, or simply assisted in the apartment. Shepard installed a few unexpected, but pleasant, appliances, rugs for example. The apartment seemed to be sterile clean thanks to her efforts. Admittedly, the commander seemed to be especially eager to help Liara with inconveniences brought by her increased weight. All of this was unexpectedly domestic.

All we need to complete it is a daughter or two or a few… hmm…I suppose, my approach changed as well wondered longingly the obese asari felt her plentiful flesh wobble on the way back to the console. The sensation wasn’t unwelcome now, in fact, it was beginning to feel quite… exciting. Her adipose was no longer a source of worry, anxiety. Instead, as a physical attribute most treasured by Shepard, Liara intended to… nurture it. Even if for short while.

The blubbery doctor sat down with relief on the chair, noticeably smaller than her meaty bottom, but still acceptable, at least for now. Her attention immediately snapped back to work. Simultaneously, almost with no input from her conscious mind, her hand went and grabbed a generous portion of spice-covered crackers. Liara had easily fallen back into the habit of stuffing her face during work. She still had somewhat mixed emotions about gaining further 50 pounds, but what little reservations she had to Elizabeth’s request were crumbling as the commander’s … ahem… appreciation of her figure was becoming more apparent.

Hopefully, a new scale will arrive soon. I need to measure my weight reminded herself Liara as she chewed salty treats.

She had left the device alone, when Nyxeris was back on Illium, to avoid suspicions and the Broker’s quarters had none. The doctor tried a few days ago, scale displayed an error message and released ominous groans after she had stepped on it. Also, she had needed to step down only to read the display. Finding one with a voice and a limit beyond 300 pounds took her some time.

Who would thought that disabling Nyxeris’s sensors as soon as possible would be a mistake? Now she had a record of her weight from before killing the previous Shadow Broker and no way to measure it.

After several minutes Liara’s work was interrupted by the sound of the bell. She tensed. The list of people aware of her location, even that she was on Illium was short. The doctor quickly summoned a video feed.

What she saw allowed her to relax. Before the door, a familiar quarian was pacing nervously. Liara made several security cheeks, but everything seemed in order. Just to be sure she isolated the building and activated extra shields.

The heavy beauty stood up with effort, but fast unexpectedly for someone of her size. Liara quickly composed herself a little, donned an appropriately big, bathrobe. Considering the suspected topic of conversation the doctor thought it was good to appear casual if only to gauge her friend's reactions. She started to waddle towards the door. Even if there was an ambush waiting, Shepard had hidden enough armaments in the apartment to level a building.

“Hello, Tali. Please, come in” greeted Liara and invited the guest in, after the door opened. The quarian almost jumped, but nodded and headed in.

“Thanks. I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I don’t have your current omnitool number and only remembered your address from Garrus” excused herself quarian, nervously rubbing her hands. Liara smiled and pointed towards the livingroom.

“That’s fine. I rarely get guests as pleasant as you. Please sit down, I bring something to drink. I’m afraid Shepard is out and won’t be back soon” informed the asari. Tali looked on the floor.

“Ah. I was… hoping for it” replied the purple-clad woman and followed into the apartment bowels. Liara went to the kitchen. On the tray, she put two bottles of wine, one levo-, the second dextro- based and filtred, the fat asari had a feeling they may need it. Another bowl of snacks for her and a large set of quarian MRE’s of various flavours. They were fresh from doctor Ahum’s lab and had no special qualities beyond being several times tastier than turian’s ones, at least to quarians. Most of them were also much more nutritious than their ordinary counterparts.

Fighting her flabby body’s rippling, she managed to safely put the entire tray on the livingroom’s table. Liara poured drinks and comfortably sat down next to her quarian friend. Her round cheeks sunk much deeper than her guest’s backside.

“So, how I can help you, Tali. As much as I’m happy to see you, I don’t think that’s a casual visit. Not when you waited for Shepard to be out” said Liara calmly and took a small sip from her glass.

The engineer looked ready to jump from the couch and flee at any second. She was nervously clenching her hands and averting the asari’s gaze, clearly unsure how to start.

“Yes…Well it personal and… I wanted to talk about what you said and… and … bosh’tet” shouted Tali and suddenly grabbed her glass. She put an induction port into her helmet’s slot. Liara could see how the level of triple-filtered, turian liquor was rapidly falling. When the suit’s systems stopped the flow to prevent air from entering, the quarian slammed down her glass.

“I want to be with you two” exclaimed Tali breathlessly and clenched her fists.

“I don’t know if I should, but after you made that proposition… I know I would regret if I didn't try”

Liara looked at the purple-clad woman, Tali looked simultaneously determined and anxious. The doctor thought for a second and smiled, then she refilled wine and pushed one, quarian-friendly meal to her guest.

“I understand and I accept. However, before we start with the crux of the matter I suggest we catch up. Considering your surprise to…”

Liara slapped her fat, pillowy gut, sending ripples through her body.

“…my current figure, I think Shepard and Garrus may have skimmed over some finer details. I even appreciate this, it gives me a chance to explain by myself. That and I would like to hear how you have fared since our split. But before we start, please, try this, it should be better than ordinary and I doubt you want a repeat from the Citadel party” proposed the heavyset asari with a shadow of a smirk, reminding the quarian about the party after defeating Saren. The engineer had tried to keep up with Shepard's and Wrex's alcohol consumption but failed to properly eat between toasts. Tali rubbed her forearm with embarrassment, but she seemed to relax a bit.

“Ahem… Yes, I think I would like that” replied the quarian and took the first package. Her luminescence widened as she tasted its contents.

“Is… that smek? The taste… even the texture is better than the usual paste. Where did you get that?” asked Tali surprised. The MRE tasted nearly identical to the quarian delicacy. Liara's smile widened for a second.

“I’m happy you like it. It’s the work of one of my facilities, like the rest of what you see. Part of special, quarian-oriented brand” explained the tubby asari. The purple-clad woman quickly emptied the bag and looked at her friend with suspicion.

“And since when do information brokers deal in the food industry?” asked Tali. Liara could swear her guest did that peculiar human expression with an eyebrow. The doctor gave her a small smirk.

“I own many companies, although it’s a bit of a longer story in this case. Who starts you or me?”

The engineer started. First cautiously, but soon, the dam that held back words broke. Despite Tali’s full trust in Shepard and Garrus, she had been withholding certain thoughts from then, due to the first one being the target of her feelings and the second being male. Now, with help of carefully dosed alcohol, the quarian laid her heart bare as she talked about events of the last two years. More than once did she sobbed during her story.

Liara understood and didn’t hold it against her friend in any way, despite her own discomfort. She wasn’t good at reassuring people. Still, the blubbery doctor listened carefully and with few interruptions for warm words. Despite knowing the events beforehand, she managed to learn few more details and the engineer’s perspective.

When Tali finished, after a minute or two of playful jabs, semi-hysterical laughs it was Liara’s turn. Unlike her, the purple-clad woman knew only basic of events, since Shepard and the young matron reunion, as well as few other facts. It was a simple matter of leaving the ex-archaeologist choice of what to reveal. However, in this case, Liara was completely honest. Tali listened with wide-opened eyes about her friend… adventures, she was too astonished to ask questions. When the asari explained the Observer and her operation, the engineer finally went out of a stupor and hugged her soft companion.

Huh… thought Tali. She was surprised by the sensation of sinking in Liara’s warm flesh. It was unexpectedly… pleasant(?). She tried to reassure her friend and asked several questions mirroring those asked by Shepard and Garrus earlier.

Finally, Liara came to the final parts of her story. The quarian stared at her motionlessly for almost a minute before she spoke.

“You are the Shadow Broker. Shepard is dating the Shadow Broker” whimpered Tali, suddenly feeling very, very inadequate. The blue beauty gently took her hand and squeezed it and smiled reassuringly. Then she began to explain few further details, the quarian gaze sharpened when she was telling about a facility formerly owned by Nyxeris.

“You have quarians in there? Did they know what they were getting into?” asked the purple-clad woman cautiously. Liara understood her perspective but felt a small pang of annoyance. She looked her friend directly into her luminescent eyes.

“I made sure that all applicants know exactly what their job would entail and the eventual risks. I have only one group testing more experimental substances, beyond that we simply make more appealing meals for your species. We also have several quarians as technicians but in other facilities" replied Liara calmly.

"Tali, do you really think that I would force a random bystander, quarian or not, into something dangerous?” 

Her guest lowered her gaze.

“No. Keelah, I’m sorry. It’s just that so many pilgrims sighting contracts that end bad” apologized Tali with embarrassment. Liara smiled, she didn’t hold it against her. The blubbery asari continued for short while.

At long last, the information broker decided it’s time to approach the main goals of their reunion. Alcohol and conversation had demolished initial awkwardness and reservations.

“Despite the despicable nature of what Nyxeris intended for me, it brought one good thing for me” said Liara and visibly rubbed her fat, full of snacks belly through the shirt. She had long since abandoned the bathrobe.

“I learned, that Shepard enjoys my enlarged body, very much so”

“What?” exclaimed Tali with a hollow voice, she wasn’t sure she had heard correctly. The doctor’s hand kept stroking her blubbery middle.

“It would seem commander prefers... my current stature. Elizabeth said it was new for her as well and for me, it was even more of a surprise. However, I cannot complain, our, ahem, love life never has been this rewarding” continued Liara, not discouraged by a glass of a turian brandy being aggressively emptied next to her.

“I’m telling you this so you understand why I’m not interested in losing weight. Also, you need to be sure you can stand being intimate with asari, even worse a fat asari. That is if you are interested in the physical aspect of the relationship. If so, I want to be with you two, at least at the beginning, to be able to fully meld. Have you considered it?” asked the doctor seriously. The engineer calmly put down her glass and rubbed her hands. After a pause, she spoke.

“I’m physically attracted to asari, no less than to quarian males or females. Humans of both genders aren’t bad-looking either… it’s just their hands and legs seem a little weird… Keelah… it’s so embarrassing” replied the quarian. She emptied another bag with food and poured herself more wine.

That revelation surprised Liara quite a bit. The part about attraction to her species wasn’t that unusual. While asari in minds of other species were considered to be woman, they were also often found attractive by both genders even when one had no interest in females of their own species. However, the information that her friend had been attracted to both genders was new. Even more unexpected was her attraction to humans in general, feeling to Shepard notwithstanding. Liara was sure that one could find humans physically repulsing and still fell in love with the commander.

Then again quarians, after asari, are species most resembling humans pondered Liara and gently gestured for Tali to continue.

Between her studies, quarian employers, and her independent research, Liara was familiar with quarian overall appearance. They even had hair on their crests was making them even more similar to humans, than the asari.

“It’s even more awkward because it’s you… and I have no idea what to think about… well, agh…”

“My weight” helped Liara calmly, the purple-clad woman squirmed

“…yes. But I decided, I want it” finished Tali and looked directly at her friend. She looked equally embarrassed and determined. Liara nodded.

“That’s fair. Believe me, it’s awkward for me as well, even though I proposed it. Hopefully, we’ll work something out. I have a plan for how to initiate this relationship. It's a bit radical, but I believe appropriate, given Shepard’s nature. There are also few ground rules I want to set, at least for now. Because, Tali, I’ll be honest with you, I have my fair share of reservations concerning this arrangement myself” said Liara seriously, Tali agreed.

The tubby doctor laid out her plan, given quarian weak constitution, it required some preparations. During this part, Tali seemed to extrude steam from her helmet and voiced a fair share of doubts, but finally decided to follow through. The rest was rather anticlimactic, Liara had listed rules she wanted the purple-clad woman to follow should they succeed. They had been one reason behind them, ultimately Liara had no intention of losing Shepard or becoming a secondary lover.

Once everything was said and decided Liara showed Tali where she could find second bottles of wine for them. The first set had long dried and the quarian happily went for more, while the information broker was more than happy to have her bulk remain on the couch. The discussion once again became friendly, they exchanged few jokes, new stories. The alcohol was softly buzzing in their heads, laughter once again removed earlier tension. It was almost like the two years of grief and separation never happened.

Finally, soon after the second bottle of turian alcohol showed bottom, they both decided it’s time to return to their duties. Thanks to Liara’s oversight and regular food intake, Tali was only tipsy and capable of getting back to Normandy by herself.

“ahem… Tali, would you mind giving me a hand” asked flustered Liara. She didn’t drink as much as her friend and had a much bigger body mass, but the doctor was still affected. Now stuffed and tipsy, she had trouble moving her bulk from the couch.

The quarian eagerly grabbed her hands and joined forces. After a second try, the large asari managed to stand up, but almost stumbled in opposite direction. However, her quarian guest cached her in her embrace. At the same time, the asari was strongly remained off her weight.

How does Shepard manage to lift me? ran through Liara’s head when she felt something strange. She was still in an unplanned hug when the doctor felt something squeeze her meaty cheeks.

Is Tali… groping me? thought the asari in disbelief as she suddenly realized that it was her friend's hands touching her bottom.

The quarian moved a little farther, her fingers tracing her love handles and soon reaching her blubbery stomach under a shirt. She moved it like she was pugging cake, at the finish, she lifted Liara’s heavy breasts.

Liara remained with a slightly opened mouth, speechless. She was completely at a loss for what was happening. Her companion's gaze seemed distant, but also focused and thoughtful. The shocked doctor watched as her guest mirrored her movements on her own slender body. Then Tali looked back and forth between them.

“mmm… you said Shepard likes fat women. Should I put on weight? I never saw fat quarian, but I’m suuurre could do it. I could look as soft and nice as you and maeeyyybee Shepard will like me as much” said Tali, slurring some words, clearly the alcohol had affected her. Liara closed her mouth and blinked. That thought hadn’t crossed her mind before, but…

“How about we succeed with starting that endeavour of ours, first? Please be careful on way back, ultimately Nos Astra isn’t as secure as it appears” replied Liara and slowly steered her friend to the exit. The pair of luminescent eyes looked at her.

“I have a shotgun”

At that that Liara laughed earnestly and soon Tali joined. When they quieted down they hugged and bid themselves goodbye. Liara watched as her friend walked, the two bottles of turian wine didn’t seem to influence her motor skills.

Liara slowly waddled back to her console and sat with relief, walking definitely wasn’t at effortless as before. She quickly enabled a tracking program, nothing too invasive, but it would inform her when Tali arrives at a safe destination or has problems.



The wide asari leaned heavily at the back of the chair. She preferred to wait for a little to allow her body to deal with alcohol’s effect. Still, her mind was working with full force, she was reviewing events from the last few hours. Especially the quarian’s “episode”.

Despite her bashfulness, it was clear that Tali wanted to go with Liara’s plan, for better or worse, she wanted to be in Shepard despite this … ahem… unique arrangement. The doctor had thought about it, at length before, but that day raised new doubts and brought to her attention one thing she hadn’t considered before.

Should Tali gain weight? mused Liara.

Such a situation hadn’t crossed her mind, sure she had had doctor Ahum begin the development of stimulants for quarians, just in case. The food line – Liara wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she had started it mainly thinking about her friend and her species, not profit. Fortunately, they already developed cheap versions, more fit to quarian populace financial capabilities and some of the more expensive ones were already becoming popular amongst turians.

Liara closed her eyes and put both hands on her bulging gut. Why should she do about it? There was no doubt in asari’s mind that her fat gave her an advantage when it comes to Shepard's affection. Then, should she make sure Tali maintains her slim figure, despite how tempting the alternative was?

The doctor’s eyes suddenly snapped opened at the realization.

Do I want Tali to get bigger? wondered Liara. She reminded herself of Nyxeri’s files, the doctor imaged a female quarian with hundreds of pounds of adipose on her.

The plump face took on an unexpected expression, the asari bit her lip at the mental image. How it would be to see Tali expand and have quarian’s big body rub against hers with Shepard in the middle?

Liara smiled widely, hungrily, almost predatory. With an effort she leaned towards the console, feeling even more of her belly pour on her lap. Her plan for Tali required a bit more preparation than she had originally thought. The doctor didn’t mind, she already knew it would be worth it.

This was so awesome this epilogue. I hope you are writing more for ME3. This was soo good and fun too read