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A new chapter is here and seems to be decent enough, even if I still couldn't get it quite right. It's also, almost certainly, leaves only one chapter left.
I do apologize for the lack of Tali here, but in my defence when this issue was brought to me I was at the finish. I'll try to give our favourite quarin more spotlight in the prologue.
Anybody reading this, be thankful to Hasklet, who maintains his battle against my abhorrent grammar.
 
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Chapter 28: Mission

Two Days Later

“Sooo…. You and Jack. I must admit, I didn’t expect it when I told you two to make up” said Shepard skimming through the datapad.

Miranda released a sound of unfathomable disgust.

“There’s nothing between me and Jack” replied the operative looking up from her console with contempt at the tall woman

“Mhm”

“What even gave the idea…?”

“You two doing the dirty downstairs?”

“… we’re not having this conversation”

After a few seconds, the commander finished with the datapad and looked at the brunette. To her credit, she managed to ignore the enormous cleavage on the display and focus on her subordinate’s face.

“I’m not going to pry. I’m just happy that you’re no longer fighting and surprised how it turned out. Unless there is an issue?” said Shepard with a raised eyebrow. Miranda exhaled with surrender and leaned back, giving the blood-haired female a better look at the enormous chest and the clutched mass of flesh underneath. Elizabeth was pretty sure it was beginning to catch up to the oppressive orbs.

“There’s no issue. What occurred was a one-time thing, but it was mutually voluntary and mutually… beneficial. While I doubt either of us will cease the verbal abuse I believe that we are… good” replied Miranda and moved on the chair to a more comfortable position. It was a good thing she had replaced her original one with a comfortable, much wider, padded one with armrests. Having her asscheeks stick out had been embarrassing, not to mention how much her arms were tiring nowadays.

“… you were right, Shepard. She isn’t just a mindless brute, I did let my presumptions get the better of me. I think Jack had a similar realization. We are good, Shepard”

The commander nodded slowly, accepting the explanation. That was enough for now.

“Sure. Quick question, about that special training equipment you promised me to look for, any progress? What we have is good, but we could do better.” asked Shepard casually, merely raising an eyebrow as if in anticipation. Miranda picked up what she meant, it would be hard not to.

“Well, despite the supplier’s stubbornness and obscurity of elements, I believe the order will be ready soon. I’ll forward details to your omnitool.” replied the brunette without skipping a beat.

Indeed, according to what T’Soni had given her, Henry Lawson had been receiving updates about Miranda's “condition”. They were accompanied by several violent redecorations of his office and his secretaries leaving it in a hurry. Most importantly all of his direct subordinates that had been dispatched to secure Oriana had been called off, similar to Cerberus collaborators. A new standing order. To sum it up they were to capture Oriana or Miranda if they stumbled upon them, but not to waste resources chasing them.

It was good enough for now. But… Miranda knew that Shepard would go after Cerberus sooner or later. The commander certainly wouldn’t mind removing such influential and corrupt supporters.

For now, the brunette had to keep the charade, a few pounds more won’t make a difference.

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it too much, it’s not a priority. Now, try to rest a bit and check that equipment we got. I know that you are still not cleared for field duty, but I’ll need you planetside to coordinate” said Shepard, remaining needlessly about upcoming training.

“Of course Shepard. Still… don’t take it as me trying to avoid it, is it wise to send the entirety of the battle crew to the planet, leaving the ship alone?” asked Miranda.

I don’t like it either, but EDI and our engineers need time to install the Reaper IFF and we need to check how best to use the entirety of our forces, so far we acted only in small squads. It could be worse, we’ll be deep in Citadel’s space, in a low populated system, but with a repair station in it. That and in a space fight we would be of minimal help. You know this all as well as I do, Miranda. Unless you have any ideas?”

“… I’m afraid not, commander. I’ll be ready when we arrive.” replied Miranda with a weary sigh. Of course, everything the tall woman had said was correct.

The commander nodded and left. The brunette meanwhile reached for her stash of enriched sweets. A little snack before bed.


 
***


 
Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship


 
The main room, the very center of the ship, and Shadow Broker’s operation had changed considerably since Shepard had visited it. Ignoring upgrades in hardware and security, mostly invisible inside, the décor was vastly different. It was still utilitarian, but the coloring was a bit more optimistic and warm, edges less sharp, also eternity was well lit in pleasant, almost indistinguishable from Thessian, light, and the temperature was well within low tropical ones, allowing to be dismissive of clothing.

Liara saw no point in maintaining the overly depressive décor, even in her workspace. As for herself, well… if somebody was to suddenly intrude they may, at first, assume the previous owner was still alive.

The asari sat (or laid perhaps, it was hard to tell) on the enormous, padded, oval armchair (or sofa?), that allowed her to half-lay in a very comfortable position as well as within reach of all of her consoles. It was so **, in fact, there was still quite a bit of place left. It wasn’t to say she didn’t contribute to overall bulk, quite the opposite in fact.

The awe-inspiring mass of soft flesh that was Liara T’Soni, was protruding well over the armchair surface. The solid mountain that was her belly was most eye-catching, absurdly large, round, and seemingly throbbing at the edge of vision. Above it was her breast, still shapely, but held in place only through the force of her bra. At her sides were fat doughty limbs, with fingers that with every day were starting to resemble sausages more and more. The soft, cherubic face dug a pit into the flesh of her torso, there wasn’t enough of her neck left to prevent that. Under all of this was a pair of luscious, tree-trunk legs that had folds of their own.

Overall Liara hadn't changed since the time Shepard learned about the dormant Reaper, even if there were, clearly, a bit… more of her. Today, she too wore a simple shirt, it was comfortable and its simplicity was a pleasant change of pace. Besides, the temperature and humidity in her quarters were set to values that defeated the point of any extra clothes.

It was a day like every day, even as absurd as it sounded in her situation, the asari had grown accustomed to her routine. Liara wrote, read, cataloged, planned and occasionally she connected live to operatives. She had a kettle full of sweetened, fruit tea and her faithful bots supplied her with snacks for her growing gut.

In short, the Shadow Broker was doing fine, despite the constant, almost painful, lack of Shepard… (and Tali).

Until now.

“Doctor T’Soni, we’re receiving a transmission from the Spectre. Priority: Highest” informed Glyph. After weeks of painstaking reprogramming, the VI was customized almost to the desired level save for a few minor tweaks.

“Put it on.” Liara immediately ordered as she saved and dismissed everything else, her attention shifting.

A single icon of video call appeared, it didn’t have the highest level of encryption, but a few who even tried to trace it would reach only Illium.

“Liara wpadliśmy jak śliwka w gówno. The damn IFF was booby-trapped”

The information and the tone made the obese asari’s blood run cold.

“You know about the maneuvers we were about to do. Since we couldn’t waste time we were installing the fucking thing at the same time. The collector came… right. In. the middle. of. Citadel. Space.” The spectre drew words and Liara couldn’t decide what was more terrifying. The information they carried or the voice that thundered across the galaxy. Shepard didn’t even shout, which made everything worse. 

“They took everybody. Only Joker was left, he managed to save himself and the ship by unshackling EDI… I’ll send you everything in the report.”

The asari almost heard her lover trying to calm herself.

“Damages were negligible and we had already stocked for this. We’re going through the Omega relay after them. Please, proceed according to plan while we deal with Collectors and get everybody back. If we don’t make it within a standard week, start with Plan B.”

Liara almost burst with a laugh at the brazen way Elizabeth said about the secondary plan, one that was built around the idea that the Spectre and her entire crew were KIA and failed to deal with collectors.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Besides going on with the plan… only booking us a quick refuel near Omega. Everything else we have covered… Look, Liara, I’m going to spare us the goodbyes, because I have every intention of coming back. If not well… you know everything. Do try not to worry too much and take care. I’ll try to send an update every twelve hours.”

“Understood, Shepard.”

Connection cut, that was all. Shepard could connect through quantum communication, but that wouldn’t leave a mark that was necessary for their masquerade. Besides, the commander was right, there was nothing new to be said and more earnest goodbyes could be… hard.

Liara needed to start mobilization imminently, but before…

“Glyph, please have the largest pizza reheated and the sugared fruits brought to me, also a large chocolate shake.” ordered the Shadow Broker as she fondly pated her soft belly. That day was going to be hard as it is, the doctor needed something to lift her spirits if even a little.

The enormous asari began to furiously work on consoles, the sudden motions sending waves through pillowy forearms and further into her blubbery body. Soon, one of the bots had arrived with an enormous bowl full of dried fruits covered in sweet, white powder. Without even looking at it, Liara took a handful and poured it inside her mouth. If most humans saw just how much the bountiful asari managed to open her jaw they would be reminded that they are in fact different species, because no homo sapiens would be able to so easily fit that much food at once without unhinging jaws. That and the Shadow Broker had a lot of practice.

Liara worked furiously, saving for the occasions when she would cram more fruits into her mouth once she swallowed the previous portions. The bowl was large and originally filled to the brim, but was now being emptied with alarming efficiency. Fortunately, pizza and shake arrived before the fruits ran out.

Both items were enormous in size. The pizza was almost four feet in diameter and was covered in a thick layer of Thessian meats, some vegetables, and sauce, all cut into rectangles for convenience. The container had a long straw that could easily hold two liters of thick, brown substance.

Before reaching for anything, Liara allowed the bot to clear her from any remains of powder and fruits. Then the machine put a platter with several slices next to her. At once, the obese asari reached for it and bit into the juicy square. Via some careful head and mouth maneuvers, she does manage to devour the slice without any help from the bot but it does require her to use both hands. As impressive as this was, it proved to be uncomfortable so Liara ordered the automaton to hold the next slice by her lips.

The bot was quite busy, the Shadow Broker was inhaling the thick pieces with astounding speed despite the fact she wasn’t hungry in the first place. The stream of fattening food that was passing through her gullet was only occasionally stopped when Liara needed to either command the bot, to drink the equally calorie-rich liquid, or to have herself cleaned.

Many things could be said about the immense asari current habits, but she couldn’t be ever accused of messiness.

So Liara ate and worked, the taste of food and the increasing fullness of her soft gut was soothing her anxiety, if only a little.

Once about two-thirds of the enormous wheel and half of the shake found themselves into Liara’s gluttonous stomach, now poking far much more out of the already outstretched shirt, she was about done. Luckily the stuffed asari prepared procedures and made preparations beforehand.

It was when somebody called. That in itself wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that somebody was calling Liara T’Soni on a purely civilian channel. She immodestly checked the source: Alliance’s colony, Fehl Prime located near the border of human space, not on the edge, but close. Despite its size, it was a valuable place with some minor exploratory excavations.

The caller was Treeya Nuwani. Now that was somebody Liara hadn’t heard from in a while, shame. She liked the fellow doctor. The just slightly younger asari was one of few members of their race who, like the information broker, valued education in such an early stage of life. That and Treeya was one of few who gave any thought to her findings and theories. Her opinion, between her age and focus on anthropology, mattered little.

The ex-archeologist opened the connection. She immediately recognized Treeya and there seemed to be Alliance military personnel next to her.

“Dr Nuwani, good to see you.” welcomed the young maiden. The face of the asari on the other side shoved surprise at what she was seeing but quickly collected herself. The present humans, less so. Not surprising, obviously they weren’t actually seeing her, but a digitally generated image, but it did show Liara’s appearance when she had been already well past 100 pounds larger than average asari.

“You as well, Dr T’Soni. I found an unknown object in the ruins of Fehl Prime and I would like your input.” the maiden said politely and began typing.

“And here I thought they all looked the same.” injected a human male in the background. 

Soon enough Liara received scans and images of the object… oh no.

Well… if somebody were to at least consider it, that would be Treeya. The whole truth… that would be a pleasant change of pace and she would have a clear conscience. Even if the results were predictable. Liara started with a bit of distance.

Of course, Treeya practically recited the official formula, luckily with little emotion. The doctor shared her experiences, which seemed to crumble her colleague's resolve and… interference?

Liara tried to clear it, nothing. She tried different channels, with the same results. That was bad, civilian communication was one thing, all other means the obese asari had access to, was vastly another.

The doctor switched attention to researching the source of interference, as well as to remaining powdered fruits. Whatever it was, it was close to the colony, wait…

“Skułwysyny” an alien curse escaped her stuffed mouth as she recognized the frequency. Liara shoveled another portion inside, how naïve they were to think the Collectors had only a single ship.

It couldn’t be the one that had attacked Normandy, they monitored the Omega relay constantly. The implications were worrying, not to mention the fate of the colony and Treeya.

Liara considered her options, during this she emptied what little remained in the bowl, but she came to a conclusion. The doctor barely swallowed the last portion before an emergency line to Illium connected.

“Eristena, I had an assignment for Red Spirits. Full mobilization immediately.” ordered Liara, barely managing to keep her voice calm. Within several minutes she had relayed mission parameters and available information, the muscular asari knew how to proceed from there.

Liara closed her eyes and rubbed her face. She felt heavy, but that had nothing to do with the adipose, which Nyxeris had made her gain. A lot was going on, and the situation, for all of her resources, made her feel helpless. The doctor let out a heavy sigh.

“Glyph, have my two next mains meals prepared, desserts included as well as a supply of my favorite coffee. Also add digestives, set 3a.” ordered Liara as she slowly returned to  her consoles and pizza.

“Shadow Broker, that is well beyond your possible food in-”

“Now, Glyph”

“Of course, ma’am.” with that the VI flew off, simultaneously activating other automatons.

Liara was analyzing all options to gain as much advantage in the current situation while finishing the remaining pizza. After several minutes, she was back in rhythm, save for meat-covered rectangles that had been depleted along the way.

Fortunately, quickly enough a first course arrived. This time Liara opted to eat by herself from the tray closely held to her by the bot, she couldn’t rush now anyway.

So the doctor monitored the Red Spirits, sectors around Fehl Prime, the Omega relay, and Cerberus movements, looking for opportunities or threats. Of course, Liara kept her strength with fine cuisine. Oh, she wasn’t hungry, quite the opposite, by the time the Shadow Broker had devoured the pizza, she was properly stuffed, her stomach fully freed from the confines of her shirt.

However, the drugs mixed with food mostly took care of any discomfort for now and the doctor needed to eat.

So Liara worked and ate. 

She ate and worked. 

And then she ate some more.

The obese maiden was in a work/eating trance, although what took precedence was unclear. Liara kept cramming more and more food between her lips, barely registering what she ate, what was important was to keep going, to eat more.

The automatons kept her clean, the tunnel focus and drugs made her ignorant to the effects of her rampant gluttony, beyond the release it was giving her. But forcing several meals worth of food even into her well-trained, stretched gut wasn't without impact. The monstrous organ wasn’t limitless.

Liara was fat, the months with Nyxeris and the appetite that remained made sure that every bit of her was large, soft. Every part of her was LARGE, but her stomach was easily the most eye-catching, the massive mass of flesh was easily Liara’s biggest asset.

The humongous organ had already been filled with pizza, fruit, and shake, but it wasn’t enough for the stressed doctor. Liara needed to eat, eating brought peace.

At first, the new wave of food and drink filled what little space remained, but Liara needed more. So the belly expanded to accommodate fuel for further growth. The azure belly changed from a roughly loose mass of blubber into a more spherical shape as it was being filled. It was nothing new, Liara had put her ravenous, ever-demanding belly through similar exercises.

However, minutes passed and the enthralled asari continued. Despite the thick layer of adipose, first inspection would reveal how much the luscious belly was full and how stretched its skin was. It was truly an incredible image, something resembling an enormous, smooth, living pillow or wide bean bag that was attached to the fat, soft, wobbling body of an asari. The groaning orb, loudly and painfully trying to digest its load, reached the biggest size yet… and kept going.

Liara continued to gorge herself, her rapid movements making her fat jiggle almost like a sea. Despite well-trained movements, pieces of food were everywhere, bots were able to clean the obese asari, but her shirt was in the need of washing. Through it tortured the organ slowly, constantly pushed onward, one could almost hear the sound of skin trying to accommodate the growing monstrosity.

The Shadow Broker didn’t care, she was too focused on her computers and pushing food past her mouth, even as the latter was becoming harder. Oh, she felt the pain that came from her middle… what once was her middle, the soft anesthetics in food wasn’t even close to stopping it, but Liara welcomed it.

Time passed and the automatons continued to supply food to their master. The doctor’s belly inflated accordingly, the veins enveloping it were now visible, and with every minute there were more and more purple cracks appearing on its surface. The ridiculous gut was now the size of a boulder, it no longer looked simply like an unreal example of otherworldly gluttony. No, this terrifying stomach was like some alien organism that had attached itself to Liara, making her into a food-starved lunatic. Because, what sane asari would willingly turn such a gluttonous blob.

The sheer unnaturalness of the situation. The spherical organ, visibly throbbing, reached well over twice its original, stuffed volume. Despite her limbs covered in a thick layer of fat, her legs wider than her waist had been, large torso and bloated neck, at this point it would be hard not to succumb to the illusion that it was Liara who was attached to the throbbing, fleshy landmass, not the other way around. The monstrous gut was reaching its owners field of vision in spite of her focus on screens.

Liara reached a state Nyxeris could only wish to induce. Nothing would stop her consumption, the digs and the pure force stopped any regurgitation, and the tormenting pain from her gargantuan growth was but an encouragement. Aside from its tremendous size, the throbbing stomach was now covered in a web of purple, occasionally almost red, stretch marks.

It was hard, no, terrifying to think what would happen if this mad feast were to be continued. Liara was ready to, alas her body began to fail her, despite the steady supply of enhanced caffeine. For some time now, her eyelids were getting heavier, focusing on the console as well. It had been a long day by the time the Shepard had called, how much later, with such heavy news and constant work the exhaustion was dawning on her. At some point, while trying to push some cutlet into her mouth, Liara’s hand paused, and soon after she simply fell asleep amongst the rumbles of her mountainous organ.

Glyph would feel relief if he could. While he couldn’t experience shock or disgust, if things continued, soon he would have to prevent any permanent damage to his master. Instead, the present automatons were ordered to carefully clean the Shadow Broker and her surroundings. One medical bot was summoned, its superior accuracy allowed it to remove some extra food remains from their softly snoring master. Once this task was done the automaton began carefully applying various lotions on the surface of the pulsating surface. Despite every precaution, the obese matron did move a few times or as much as she could be pinned by all her blubber and litter of food b**s.

Once this job was done, the reserves of lotion that the medbots had were almost depleted. The VI ordered all automatons to return to their stations, then Glyph slightly increased temperature in the room, turned off all lights, and noted to have their food resupplied as soon as possible. After that, the VI returned to the tasks he normally did during the Shadow Broker’s rest.

Liara was left alone. The hundreds of pounds of pure lard, dwarfed by Goddess know how much food in her monstrous gut looked ready to burst. For anybody not in the know, it would be hard to believe this blob in plain, food-stained clothing had used to be a fairly athletic asari just two years ago. By the Void, it would be hard to believe Liara was even an asari, perhaps some mutant or unknown alien with similar coloring.

Soon it wouldn’t be such a shock.

Now, it is said that humans have nightmares after sweets and overeating. Liara wasn’t a human, the inflated asari dreamed of her, an equally enormous, lovely quarian, a glorious, tall goddess with a mane of blood, mountains of cuisine, and a flock of chubby, smiling, blue children.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2
Captain’s quarters

Shepard was laying on the bed, her arm covering her eyes and discarded holopad. As much as it was preferable to idle waiting, the commander wasn’t able to sleep. Instead, she was forced to think about their situation, reminisce. Not exactly the most pleasant activity for her given the situation.

Doors opened, Elizabeth didn’t even glance in their direction, she knew those footsteps well.

“You know you don’t have to run checks on Normandy every five minutes. Try to relax.” said Shepard, fully aware of her hypocrisy. 

“Because you’re such an example of calmness… Want to listen to music?”

Shepard took her arm away, that was sudden and unexpected. She raised herself to look at her lover. Even with the suit and watching front, Elizabeth couldn’t help but admire Tali’s figure. Lately, the quarian passed the 250 pounds mark, sure she still had some work to catch up to Miranda, let alone Liara, but it was settling beautifully. Sure her tummy grew sparsely and her breasts were just a bit bitter, but her ASS was a poesy. Those juicy cheeks were close to the medical ball in size, accompanied by those childbearing hips Shepard could see even when looking at her lover from the front. Still, nowadays the commander tended to watch Tali’s back especially closely, even outside of combat, and especially when she was leaning down. 

“Enjoy it while you can”… Shepard had every intention to make sure Tali would not be able to or needed to lean down for anything. 

For some reason, the soft quarian looked a bit nervous, holding the datapad. Strange, Tali had long overcome her shyness.

“Ahem. I thought that maybe you would like to listen to music, but I didn’t know what you’d like… and I’m babbling again.” said Tali as she squirmed.

“Yes, you are and it's adorable. Now c’mon here and tell me what’s that all about.” replied Elizabeth and patted the bed. The quarian sighed and went to bed, soon the pair were lying on their back looking through the ceiling.

“Everybody got something to focus on, but not you. And you looked ready to punch holes in the hull, so I tried to come up with something, but… When we do something for fun it’s usually something Liara or I want to do, never you.” explained the quarian embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure we do plenty of things I like.” replied Shepard with a chuckle and gently shook her lover’s soft tummy. Tali flushed.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, that’s our thing by now. Ancestors know Liara would make sure of it even without your help… Liz, can I help?”

Shepard remained still for a few seconds before chuckling.

“As bad as It sounds I guess most of our mission is my thing. But if you are offering… how about I help you take out this suit and you give me some nice, tender… cuddles.” This earned her a jab and laugh from her lover.

But not a minute later, amidst the buzzing energy field, the environmental suit was falling to the ground, and soon after both women were interlocked in bed.

“…there are better excuses if you just wanted to grope me.” injected the engineer as she felt familiar five-fingered hands roaming her butt cheeks. 

“And you don’t have to be so low, I do love to see your face.”

“Mhm… those are only soft parts on your body.”

Tali’s face was well below the human’s collarbone snuggling into the commander's very ample chest and her own hands were trying to reach that ridiculously round ass.

Neither really minded and after several minutes the soft quarian fell asleep in the warm embrace. Shepard did not, although her experience brought calmness. As the commander carefully explored Tali’s body, she couldn’t help but both love it and desire more of this lovely, soft flesh.


 
***


 
XO’s office

“*buuurpppp*”

Miranda stiffened the sound coming from her lips, then with no second thought put another pastry in her mouth to join many of its brethren in her gut. Around the fat brunette, there was a battery of various sweets as well as empty wrappers. Given the situation, the operative had decided she could indulge a bit.

It’s important to note that Miranda wasn’t stress-eating. Miranda Lawson does not stress-eat.

“Fuck hell, cheerleader, and you call me crude.” mocked Jack who lied on one of the couches with a few snacks she had “liberated” from the overfed brunette. Her presence in the office was becoming more and more a normal state of affairs.

“Do not mistake an occasional slip with overall conduct. After all, you too can occasionally shine with an unexpected insight, despite your overall disposition.” said Miranda between bites with a smirk on her face.

“Pppfff, nerd.” commented the convict and took a bite out of her chocolate.

The silence returned, Miranda was supposedly looking through Normandy’s logs, but that was an excuse.

“Hey, tubby?”

Miranda sighed.

“Yes, Jack?”

“You’ve been working for Cerberus sometime now, but with all your prattle about being perfect biotic, you actually never been a proper tin-soldier like Jacob, right?” asked the tattooed woman strangely calmly. The question and tone surprised Miranda.

“No. While I was frequently deployed to combat-oriented assignments, I was never part of our military branch or on the “front lines” so to speak” Miranda replied carefully.

“Yeah, me neither. I wasn’t much of a team player before. Still aren’t.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow and slowly looked at her “guest”. With some effort, she managed to move her bulk to the proper position.

The convict was staring absently into the wall, slowly chewing on the chocolate bar. Then the realization hit her, the source of those questions surprising.

Jack was genuinely scared of confronting Collectors.

Several weeks ago it would be ammunition, reason to belittle. Not now.

Besides Miranda knew even if she used it would be hypocritical, she was afraid as well. It would be foolish not to experience it given the circumstances. Everybody on board the Normandy was feeling it to various degrees. Save Shepard, perhaps.

Jack noticed her gaze, she looked back and smirked.

“Wanna fuck?

Miranda blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, cheerleader. The way I see it: I need to let out some steam, and you can’t keep doing… whatever you’re doing or we’ll have to roll you down from the ship. Besides, don't tell me you don’t enjoy ending that dry spell of yours, tubby?” offered Jack bluntly with a toothy grin.

Miranda opened her mouth then closed, opened again. Her normally quick brain wasn’t able to compute what it had just heard.

After several seconds the convict shrugged with a grimace and returned to the chocolate. A few more seconds passed before Jack was gently yeeted on the bed with biotics.

Almost immediately the tattooed woman was scrambling to stand up with ready obscenity to shout. But this time Jack froze like a deer in headlights.

Miranda was walking…no…. strutting bouncily towards the convict. The jacket and shirt had been abandoned, leaving only a black, strained bra, giving the tattooed woman a prime view of swaying flesh. Jack was intimately familiar with just how generous Miranda’s figure was, but now with her throat dry, she was observing just how much… bounce the brunette was able to give those luscious curves.

“Now, those are far superior accommodations than in those quarters of yours. Therefore I hope for better performance. Do give me your best.” said the brunette as she entered the bed, now without trousers. The piece of furniture cracked softly and Miranda nonchalantly sat on the half-lying convict. Jack almost gasped as she was being reminded just how heavy the brunette was.

“You’re going to eat those words, cheerleadeeh…” started the skinner woman, but was distracted as Miranda leaned over, practically putting her awe-inspiring cleavage in Jack's face.

“I certainly hope so”


 
***


 
Meanwhile, as those races with time which conclusions would decide the fate of the known Galaxy and billions of lives went on, a much less dramatic event was taking place. But one, that would potentially begin dramatic changes in the culture of the Galaxy.

Inside a few magazines, mostly those targeting the human and asari demographics was featured a ** add-on, inside which were several sets of pin-up photos of various asari and human females. Participants were objectively attractive, perhaps not quite to the standards of professionals, but they cleaned up nicely with little help. However, this wasn’t important.

What was important was that those models varied from chubby to morbidly obese, both human and asari.

That was a shock to human recipients, who, to put it lightly, didn’t have an overly positive worldview on fat bodies. However, it was mostly a mixture of old, outdated prejudices, rarely genuine disgust. After all, in the present day with highly advanced medicine and plastic surgery stopping the body from fattening or losing pounds was laughably easy (at least to a certain point). People even slightly overweight were a minority. That didn’t stop the wave mocking or downright commentary, but that was nothing new and sales didn’t practically suffer, in fact, quite the opposite.

Amongst asari the situation appeared similar - mocking commentary, bad review, questions about what caused such an outrageous extra to even appear. But they all seemed… half-hearted. For the long-lived species the concept of one of them being so severely overweight was… alien, completely theoretical at best. With their rigid and vain beauty standards intact for millennia, the idea had become more obscure than “male” asari porn.

Until now.

And where “official” responses ended, the vast differences from humans' reactions started. Of course, a group of asari, mostly in more advanced stages of life, were honestly disgusted with what they witnessed, but that was mostly bigots that clung to their beliefs. Then there were those more accepting, seeing this merely as an intruding fad. Both of those groups were a majority, at least outwardly.

In reality, there were two main, intertwining camps, that encompassed the majority of asari who had read the extra part of magazines.

One - asari who desired, openly or in the depths of their souls, to do nothing more than to touch those soft curves, who wondered how their usual subject of attraction would look with all that flesh.

Second – those amongst the asari, who after witnessing the extra sets, took a good look at their bodies. They couldn’t help but consider how it would feel being that big, all that weight pressing on them. All that flesh…

It wasn’t a rigid divide and a percent of those asari would admit their actual experiences. Nonetheless, the addition made an effect.

Of course, those reactions couldn’t be used to reliably gauge an entire species. Of all asari, only a small fraction even bothered to buy the magazines containing the addition, nothing strange, really. But the beauty of the extranet was that nothing was lost and everything was discussed and shared.

Noteworthy was also that, aside from expected mocking massages towards the sets featuring plus-sized beauties, publishers were also receiving a fair amount of, anonymous, responses in a very different tone. Some fan mail, requests for more content of this kind, even question how one could become this kind of model.

Again it was a fraction of the entire asari population. But it was starting to make waves.

The question was if they would die down or turn into a tsunami.


 
***


 
The sound of an alarm woke Liara up, she rubbed her eyes, trying to gain some clarity. Her head was pounding, the enormous asari had gotten very little sleep during the last 48 hours, and only a few naps on her command armchair. She was too busy monitoring the situation on the human colony and waiting on news from Omega’s sector.

The doctor adjusted her position, the unfortunate side effect being the burst of gas that escaped from her mouth. To be honest, beyond working, Liara was also busy gorging herself, it was the only thing that allowed her to remain active. Even after sleep, her stomach was taut and growling, working hard to digest the mountain of dense calories inside.

Finally, the half-asleep asari managed to check what the ruckus was about and immediately woke up. Normandy was back, what’s more, despite severe damages to the ship there had been no casualties.

“Glyph…urp”

“Everything’s in order, doctor. The medical and technical teams reached Normandy, according to reports, with minor repairs the ship should be able to start the journey to the destined base within two hours. The travel arrangements for you had been made and Mister Ferron was notified.” replied the VI that had immediately appeared next to her.

“Good I’ll take a shower and we may set off. Oh and have breakfast prepared.” replied the obese, suddenly feeling new energy filling her. She intended to go about her business, but her armchair, as comfortable as it was, normally made standing up a little tricky. Now with her gut a rigid boulder of digesting food wrapped in a thick layer of pure lard, that feat was eluding her.

After the fourth try, Liara was contemplating using biotics.

“May I offer assistance, Shadow Broker?” offered Glyph now towed by two bots.

“…I would appreciate it.”

Supported by two special automatons, the mass of flesh that was Liara T’Soni managed to stand up. Upon this, the wobbling doctor realized that for such a long time with so little movement beyond bathroom breaks she was a little stiff and a little out of balance.

So both accompanied her to their living quarters. Glyph watched with his unblinking eye as his master waddled, her body was jiggling, the massive protrusion from her middle had significantly shifted her center of mass, further lessening her already deteriorated locomotion abilities.

The VI didn’t understand why his master maintained the increase in her body mass, despite clear disadvantages, even if this provided no medical drawbacks. However, both the goal and the process itself were desirable by the Shadow Broker. That was all Glyph cared about and he was going to do everything to keep his master happy.


 
***


 
Several hours later

Undisclosed location, Facility of T’Soni’s company

Shepard sighed as she read data provided by her datapad. The commander was bored, which considering the events of the last days was a genuinely good thing, but that didn’t change that the muscular female was going stir crazy.

The Collectors had been dealt with, the crew rescued and they made it back. Void, they even managed to make it to Liara’s base without any interference. Now the crew was in medical, some were even given a clean bill of health, those were either receiving a briefing or… being quietly put into cryo if their allegiance to Cerberus was too strong.

Seeing as her bedside manner was almost as bad as her cooking, Shepard couldn’t exactly help. Tali, of course, was overseeing repairs to Normandy and bossing around Liara’s engineers. Everybody else was relaxing in their own ways, even Grunt seemed to have had his share of violence, for time being.

Elizabeth had gone through all the review data she had been provided after the return. While she found a few useful and interesting bits, there were only so many times she could read it. Even now she tried the lines of text and pictures hoping to find any extra meaning behind them.

At least the quarters she was assigned to were nice.

Shepard heard the door opening long before she saw anything. Fortunately, the door was connected to the main rooms by a short hallway. The commander reached towards one of the hidden weapons, a little precaution went a long way.

First, the steps seemed familiar as the deepened breathing and soon Elizabeth saw her unexpected guest. And there was a lot to hang on one's eye.

“That’s hardly how most people imagine Commander Shepard after victory,” noted Liara with amusement.

“I’m saving my hero pose for the party. I’ve been promised one.” replied Elizabeth, a wide smirk appearing on her face. Despite her faintly visible fatigue, the asari looked positively scrumptious. Every limb, every fold was visibly bigger, fuller than compared even to the last time the Spectre saw her lover, there was simply so much of Liara now and all of this in a lovely, loose dress, clearly of human design.

“Shepard…” the asari wasn’t given a chance to finish. The commander appeared right before the heavy beauty.

“Shhh” the tall woman put her hands on the side rolls of the lovely doctor and hugged her, reaching for those sweet lips. The fat welcomingly enveloped the Spectre…mmm so much more than the last time… it took some time before they properly interlocked, there was quite the obstacle in the way.

Shepard ravenously kissed her love and with equal fervor grabbed as much of her flesh as possible. For the first time, the blood haired female regretted not being a hanar, with all of their appendages she would have a chance to feel her asari so much better. Unfortunately, the commander was limited only to her arms and upper body, but she worked tirelessly to make up for those shortcomings. Oh, there was no chance of wrapping her long limbs around that ripe body of Liara’s, but she had every intention of mapping as much of this luscious adipose.

The commander felt flesh move under her fingers, as it jiggled under her movements. New folds, bulges of fat and old ones, so much bigger than last time Shepard felt them. The commander also felt Liara’s own arms on her, those fatty limbs felt like pillows and her breasts… Shepard was never a fan of her own oversized chest, but now when it was pressing to the doctor's even bigger one, somehow both soft and shapely orb, was one of few times she appreciated it.

Unfortunately, the time came when Liara broke the kiss. Her beautiful, cherubic face was covered in dark purple blush, she was panting for breath.

“So absence does make the heart grow fonder” gasped out Liara fighting her breathing and a smile.

“Just wanted to express my gratitude for all the support you’ve been giving us and the entertainment.” replied Shepard with a sly grin. Somehow the doctor’s round face blushed even more.

They sat on the bed next to each other. The commander’s attention didn’t escape how much the mattress bent under her lover’s large bottom and how far she had to spread her legs to accommodate her meaty gut.

“It’s good to see you again Shepard. Where’s Tali?”

“Fussing over Normandy. And she said I was babying Grunt.”

Despite the happy reunion, they went over the “important” matters and recent events.

“Speaking of, is operative Lawson available. There were a few issues I would talk about with her.” said Liara at some point.

“I think you should wait for it until tomorrow. Miranda’s resting in her own way and she would not appreciate being interrupted. On an unrelated note, do you think I could make a career in matchmaking?


 
*** 


 
“MMMMmmmmmm”

“C’mon cheerleader, I saw you stuff yourself with those candies. Or are you giving up, tubby?” mocked Jack with a wicked grin. She was kneeling on the bed, naked. With one hand the convict was cramming an éclair into Miranda’s mouth, her second hand was placed deep between the brunette’s lush thighs.

The brunette too was naked, if one discount smears of chocolate and cream on her face and upper torso. Miranda was panting heavily, which was further uncomfortable given that her stomach was stuffed to the point it resembled a beach ball and her mouth was stuffed with a mix of cake and cream.

Once again Jack had come with a “proposition” for more stress relief, though this time assumed a more assertive stance. As much as Miranda hated it she couldn’t say that she wasn’t enjoying it now or the previous time.


 
*** 

Liara opted to not divulge into the last part. After a few more minutes they were done with formalities.

Shepard leaned back on the bed with a sigh.

“If they told me upfront what being commander was like I would tell them to shove it.” noticed Shepard, she hated bureaucracy.

“Well, they are benefits of command or maybe I got the wrong impression. You do seem to enjoy some of them.” teased Liara, remembering the times she knew very well that the commander fully enjoyed pulling a rank.

“Some of us more than the others.” replied Shepard with a grin and patted the side of the obese asari gut. Even through the dress, it was easy to spot waves that spread through the adipose. Liara blushed almost as easily as when they first met.

“Speaking of… did you have anything to eat before getting here?” asked the spectre cheerfully.

“Before coming to you I had to deal with local personnel and other duties. It took some time. I certainly could use a meal after all of this.” said Liara, her hand automatically going to the mass of blubber that was her stomach.

“That’s great. I was hoping we could check something”

The commander stood up and began vigorously rummaging through items she had brought from the Normandy.

“I had a feeling you would visit when you had a chance so…ah, here it is”

Elizabeth picked something up.

“You know, I had been looking for it. I see Miss Goto’s habits have rubbed off on you.” said the asari with light amusement as she inspected the scale she had bought months ago.

“I suppose we can check on our little experiment”

On those words Shepard’s grin managed to widen, it seemed weird for some reason. The commander placed the scale before the wide asari and helped her stand up. The doctor was about to step on it but was stopped.

“Clothes and shoes, you don’t want to get false readings, do you?” asked the Spectre, grinning.

“I’m sure that’s the reason,” replied Liara with a knowing smile. Shepard began to efficiently disrobe her love. As predicted the obese asari felt pale hands in places woefully unrelated to the process. She wouldn’t admit it to the tall woman, but it was a vastly preferable way to her bots.

With the dress out of the way, Shepard kneeled and removed shoes from blue feet. Then she stood up and made a thoughtful expression, as she inspected the enormity of Liara T’Soni.

“Was this an elaborate ruse to ogle me?” asked the almost naked asari with a hint of blush.

“I like to think I don’t need an excuse to ogle somebody as beautiful as you. C’mon hop on.” replied Elizabeth, her smile shifting into something that made the well-fed doctor feel very warm. Without further ado, she stepped on the scale.

The measure took a few seconds, during which Liara was being painfully reminded that there was no chance for her to read the dial.


 
“Weight: 552,3 pounds

 Height: 6” ½’

 BMI: 73.9”


 
…Liara felt the ground escape from beneath her bare feet.

How? That couldn’t be right… she knew she had gained weight but that much… “Liara”

How will Shep… “Liara!”

The doctor was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice, she realized that she was sitting on the bed and her arm was firmly held by Shepard. The obese beauty looked at her.

“You gave me a scare here. You know when you said you could use a meal you should have mentioned that you were on the verge of starvation.” said Shepard trying to sound nonchalant.

“Meal… Goddess, Shepard I should immediately go on a proper diet. How can you even look at ....”

“Okay, full stop,” said Elizabeth putting a finger on blue lips.

“Liara, I asked you to put on more weight, I wanted it, you just overshoot a little compared to what you said. Really, compared to the first time I saw you with extra padding it’s nothing. Besides, you look only better.” explained Shepard calmly.

“Liz I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I showed a complete lack of self-control…”

“And you enjoyed it.”

“…not the point. After that little experiment, I was going to lose most of the extra weight. I can’t…”

“Really?” Sheppard gave her pointed, surprisingly serious look. Liara blinked a few times.

“Liara, I can’t tell what exactly you were doing back at the base alone, but every time we had a private vid-call you were practically force-feeding yourself. Cholera, a few times I thought you would burst. But seeing how fast you pile on pounds it couldn’t be that much out of ordinary. And don’t try to tell me you weren’t enjoying it, I know you Liara.”

The doctor blushed, being reminded of her moments of boldness was embarrassing enough. What’s more, looking back, she couldn’t find a proper counterargument.

“Nyxeris…”

“Tried to make you a mindless glutton, yes, probably even partially succeeded. But I read the report on what exactly she was doing, and for all her smarts, your secretary hadn’t come with the idea to brainwash you to like being fat. Tell me…”

Shepard moved and in the next second was kneeling on one leg directly before Liara, to be exact right next to a momentous boulder of flesh. The obese asari blushed, even more so as she realized just how much her blubber was obscuring Elizabeth, who was both exceptionally tall and muscular. The pale woman put her hands on the blue knees, or rather where she suspected Liara’s knees were under all fat and began trailing upwards, deliberately slowly along those smooth, tree-trunk legs until she reached the enormous gut. She began gently fondling the soft mass.

“… do you really dislike this? And no asari propaganda, I want to know what you feel about this. I sure do love more of you.”

Liara’s jaw opened and closed, the automatic reply dying on her lips. With terror, she realized that answer wasn’t as obvious. The obese closed her eyes, trying to filter any previous assumptions she had. Liara had practice and with some time, she managed to. The results were… her expression was unreadable, changing, her jaw was moving, but no words came out, even as her face changed colors and a shine of sweat appeared on it.

When the doctor opened her eyes, Shepard could feel weak shaking spearing through soft adipose. Liara slowly looked at her hands, even her fingers were thicker, almost like sausages, she put them on the pile of flesh that was her stomach. All of this, all this fat was her.

“Goddess…cholera…I-I do like it.”

Her new form was heavy and large, making even the simplest physical activity increasingly hard. Liara knew that only her biotics and exercise (or what she considered to be exercise nowadays) allowed her to be as mobile as she was. 

No matter what her biology suggested by asari standards Liara was a freak, more so than before, and wouldn’t be accepted.

Then why does it feel so good?! Why Liara couldn’t stop this feeling of excitement, dare she admit – arousal, every time she looked at her soft adipose.

The doctor never particularly considered herself to be beautiful or physically attractive before. She never cared much for it either(or so she claimed).

So why did that fat-ridden body of hers was bringing feelings of pride?! Why did this slow, enormous, obese form covered in folds of ripe adipose was making her feel such confidence?

After that realization sunk in, Liara understood, at that very moment, that there was no losing weight for her. Perhaps if she was alone, the doctor would be able to shed some pounds. But with Shepard openly expressing her approval for all this fat…

Liara took several deep breaths, then looked down at the wickedly grinning Shepard. Even now she was feeling her pale finger kneading her smooth belly.

“I… do admit that I may have been in a bit of a denial…”

“A bit?” chuckled the commander. The look that the doctor gave her would crush a lesser being, but Elizabeth kept grinning.

“Liz… this is still new for me, you know I’m not quite as… adaptive as you are. But you’re right, my… newfound curves aren’t as unwelcome as I initially made it out to be. However, given the circumstances, I believe it would be wise for me to slow down, so to speak.” finished Liara. The smile disappeared from Shepard’s face, but only to morph into a thoughtful expression. She also began to slowly lift the blue gut, up and down, like she was trying to measure its weight. That process made purple shades appear on the asari’s face and effectively muted the round matron.

At last, the Spectre stopped, but then she pressed the side of her head into the soft mass and moved her hands to Liara’s side-rolls. At that moment Liara thought she would burst into flames as she felt her lover sink deeply into her stomach.

“You know…” began Shepard, her voice was a bit muffled by the adipose.

“…you could focus on the other side of things as a new hobby before we deal with the Reapers.”

“Wha… what do you mean?” stuttered the young matron. Get yourself together, you’re the Shadow Broker, for Goddess’s sake!

The commander moved face-first into the large gut and Liara yelped as she felt familiar lips near her belly button. Shepard emerged from the mass of flesh, smiling widely, and looked at her love.

“You’re not going to tell me that stretchy suit for Tali, and tons of enriched levo-foods were only for my sake, are you?” asked the spectre and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Well…” Liara stuttered, of course, that is how she was explaining it to herself, but…

“You were also awfully eager to help Miranda with our little masquerade. You do get regular updates with photographic documentation. Our resident cheerleader did round out nicely, don’t you agree?”

“ahhhh…” yes, yes she did, deliciously so.

“Also is it only me or did Khalisah look plump during her latest interviews and what is this I heard about this new peculiar magazine? Those models are quite plum…”

“Enough… where did you hear all of this?” interrupted Liara, her face covered in light purple color.

“Well I do watch the news… also you did give me access to part of your network and… I keep in touch with Eristena.” admitted the Spectre. The immense asari simply puffed her checks. Of course… 

Shepard only smiled wider on that.

“You’re cute when worked up like that. Calm down, we’re both just looking after you. Somebody has to.” 

“And I appreciate it, but I think intruding on my personal matters is hardly necessary. Also implying that, like Nyxeris…”

“Stop right there” interrupted Elizabeth, really it was becoming a theme that day.

“First of all, I’m pretty sure I am your personal matters. Second, as unexpected as it was, I too like to watch fine ladies such as yourself grow nice and soft. So does quite a lot of asari if Mordin’s right. You really want to continue?” reasoned the Spectre with a smug look. 

Liara just exhaled in defeat, not even correcting her lover about Asari's gender. Once again Shepard was right, but this time the denial was completely fake. It was, however, a newly found guilty pleasure of hers, a dirty little secret. Not much of a secret, apparently.

“And you propose that instead of pigging out I found somebody to fatten as a distraction?” asked the soft doctor. Shepard went up from her knees and sat next to her on the bed, their sides touched, or rather Shepard’s side was partially absorbed by Liara’s one and the Spectre’s hand remained on the blue leg that was thicker than her waist.

“You’re already fattening several people as a more "humanitarian" way of dealing with them and that lab of yours. Find somebody to focus on as a pet project. And don’t tell me you’ve not been watching al-Jilani’s interviews for news?” Shepard said and Liara’s plump, blue face blushed slightly. Indeed she did watch several interviews with the insolent journalist, whose chest and middle had been undergoing interesting changes.

“I’m just putting it out there. It’s good to enjoy your work.” added the Spectre with a peaceful smile.

“Not exactly the most moral approach… or healthy.” noticed Liara. This time Elizabeth gave her a heavy look and the obese asari had to mentally yield. They were well past that point.

“Well, seeing as you’re branching out, I have my own proposition – a T’Soni fast-food chain,” said Shepard with a chuckle. Liara blinked, that idea, given the main topic, was both obvious and ludicrous, but…

Her train of thought was quickly obliterated as she realized that Elizabeth had grabbed her arm and the blue, pillowy limb had those two large, pale, perky orbs pressed into it and much skinnier face was close to hers.

“Seeing as we covered everything… I think we should make up for these last few months.” proposed the commander with a sultry smile. Liara soon returned it. With effort, their faces began closing in, and…

*GGRRRROOOOOOOWWLLLLL*

Something akin to a deep rumble rippled through the air and the enormous asari turned reddish-purple. Liara was so focused she had forgotten about her munchies, at least until now.

Now the monstrous orb, that overgrown organ that constantly battled asari’s reason, lousy reminded of its needs, its large needs.

Shepard just laughed and stood up.

“I almost forgot that you’re a growing girl. I could use some chow myself, show me where the canteen is.” said Elizabeth and offered to support her love. Liara was grateful she didn’t have to ask for help, she would probably set herself on flame with embarrassment.

Being supported by the wall of muscle that was the Spectre, the enormous maiden managed to stand up. A large wave moved through the blue flab, most visibly on the enormous gut, ripe chest, and globes of ass-cheeks, but also on the ends of her limbs. Still smiling, but without a word Elizabeth helped her fat lover put on the clothes. Carefully every bulge of fat, every fold and curve was being covered by the fabric. Meanwhile, Liara kept blushing furiously as she was being reminded how much help she needed to somewhat quickly deal with such a basic task. During the entire task, her soft gut kept reminding her of the terrible vacancy inside it. What's worse, all of it was quite… exciting.

Once that was done, the commander put on something more than her shirt. Then hand in hand, the unusual duo set off looking for sustenance.

A lot of it.


 
***

Several hours later


 
The door to Shepard’s temporary quarters opened and two women came in… perhaps two women stumbled in, would be more accurate. It was a strange pair, a quite tall, quarian female, much “thicker” than most of her species, especially around her bottom. She was also swaying quite a lot, seemingly unable to maintain a horizontal position. Her companion was a positively enormous asari, whose every part was encased in a large layer of flab, she was taller than the quarian and while seemed to have less trouble maintaining her standing position, her posture betrayed tiredness.

It was hard to tell who was supporting who, because botch looked ready to fall without support. Still, the explanation of how Tali and Liara found themselves in such a situation was rather mundane. The young maiden had prepared a small celebration for Normandy's crew. It was good to mingle without pretenses, although it had started a bit awkwardly at first. Still, it was a large success, however, come the moment when Tali’s increased bulk hadn’t been enough to shield her from the effects of alcohol. Liara decided it would be wise to escort her to bed. The obese asari was tired, even if her naturally strong head and body weight made sure she was tipsy at most.

Still, the doctor hadn’t been confident to use biotics to support them, so the long trek was challenging. So she made sure her friend (with benefits? Lover? Future co-wife?) didn’t fall over or fall asleep and Tali supported her bulk. It was a team effort.

Shepard wasn’t with them, because the party was still going and Liara had assured her assistance wasn’t necessary. The commander was trying her best to get ** while talking and laughing with others as well as acting as eventual damage control.

Finally, the duo arrived at the bed, nearly tripping on it. The piece of furniture cracked loudly as two overfed beauties landed on it. Liara yawned, once she managed to calm down her breathing, despite her maintained muscles the facility was quite large. Then the doctor rubbed her belly, which had yet to stop jiggling after the fall. She hoped her organ wouldn’t wake her up, the doctor had been eating with moderation during the party, just about twice what Shepard had.

The young matron supposed she should disrobe, but the doctor didn’t want to. One night in clothes wouldn’t do any bad.

She was about to crawl further on the bed when she felt something in her gut. The doctor opened her eyes and looked. Tali was looming over her protruding belly, swaying to the sides, and pressing on the blubber.

“…*hic*… you’re soo soft. I wonder wheeen…*hic* I got to be so big… Hhhhmmm… I probably get bigger but” slurred Tali and patted the obese asari’s middle with a well-heard sound. The young maiden felt her flab jiggle like a miniature sea.

“…*yp*…didya know that I almost gooot ssstuck in maintenance *hic* shaft? A quarian, on a human ship! And I *hic* always bump into things!”

Liara, unsure what to do patted her, almost recoiled when she recognized how much padding there was.

“I’m not so bad.” reassured the doctor. The ** quarian’s attention shifted from her gut to her face.

“Y-Yes *hic* because I’m getting a *hic* fucking overseer station because I’m gooiiing to get too fucking fat!” the loud words were accompanied by vivid gesticulation.

“And, and Shepard! *hic* She is making me like it. Bosh’tet!” With all the ruckus, the engineer’s poor balance failed, the one that had been clutching the blue gut slipped and bootylicious quarian fell on the enormous asari, visor first into the blue valley of cleavage.

*Bbburrrppp*

The sudden weight on her middle forced the accumulated gas to escape through dark lips. She wasn’t even given a chance to blush before Liara realized she was being groped. Tali tried to lift herself up, but between being inebriated and her support being a large, soft, malleable mass - the doctor’s body, it all made sure her attempts were mostly… inadequate.

At last, the ** woman managed to roll herself off the mighty Shadow Broker, who once again in a short time looked like blood was ready to burst from her nose. Tali now decided to cling tighter to her blue, adipose-filled cushion.

“Hmmm… how do you do it?” asked the quarian surprisingly clearer as she snuggled to Liara. The asari felt her adipose being prodded by three-fingered hands.

“What do you mean?” asked the doctor and also embraced Tali. The young matron was beginning to understand her disdain for the suit, for some time she had been wondering how the chubby quarian would feel under her touch.

“*hic* Everything! Oh…Hooow do you put on clothes?” 

Liara wondered for a second, she couldn’t put on clothes as easily like before.

“Carefully and only sitting. I also make sure to keep my wardrobe up to date and all eventual zippers easily accessible. I have more problems with shoes since I can’t exactly bend forward. Nowadays I keep all of them on a tall shelf and have to bend my legs backwards to put them on. Even with a mirror it's tricky… and I need support” explained Liara, suddenly she felt… strange. Openly speaking and admitting how much her fat alerted her life was new.

“Mhmm…showers?” inquired Tali further, it would seem she was now fixated on the topic.

“Well, I have brushes and sponges with long handles. Still, even with them, it takes some time to take care of everything” this strange feeling was growing, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I’m suuure… how about other things? *hic*”

Liara didn’t know why but she felt a strange willingness to continue with this conversation.

“As you probably noticed I can no longer walk normally or rather it’s quite troublesome. I have trouble getting up from deep chairs and beds, also I have to watch if they can support me in the first place. Thankfully I managed to maintain some muscle mass, although the exercises are increasingly troublesome. Everything’s moving and chaf…. Tali?” the doctor stopped, her quarian companion was looking at her intensely with her luminescent eyes.

“You’re enjoying it. All of it” accused the engineer.

“I-I… eh... hardly…” Goddess is it some sort of bully Liara day?!

“Yes *hic*. You are” slurred Tali loudly and slapped the enormous asari. Likely, she had been aiming for ass, but the engineer was unable to reach so her hand reached only the meaty side.

“You keep bragging abbbbout urrrpp… how big and fat you are. More for Shepard huh? I can almost feel you pu-pu-purr” exclaimed the ** quarian and pointed accusingly at Liara’s chest, or rather tried to as she jabbed a side-boob.

The doctor meanwhile went slack-jawed.

Goddess

As much as she hesitated to admit it, the mentioned activities or rater trouble and such direct speaking about them did make her… a bit hot under the collar.

A bit.

“But *hic* but listen I’m going to get as faaattt as you. I wiiillll flaunt my cute butttt tooo”

Liara, a bit more composed, patted her reassuringly.

“I’m sure you will” 

“Sure I will! You two are *hic* making sure of that. I’m going to geettt soo faa…”

Tali's voice quieted down, the young matron felt her body going numb. It would seem that exhaustion and alcohol finally won. The doctor blinked a few times due to the absurdity of the situation before a soft smile crept on her face.

With some effort, she managed to drag her incredible bulk and her suited companion further on the bed. Once that was done, Liara decided to follow in quarian steps. She had a lot to think about but was tired. The doctor was mostly unconscious when Tali again embraced her and sank deeply in her bulk.

No matter. Liara certainly didn’t mind

A new chapter is here and seems to be decent enough, even if I still couldn't get it quite right. It's also, almost certainly, leaves only one chapter left.
I do apologize for the lack of Tali here, but in my defence when this issue was brought to me I was at the finish. I'll try to give our favourite quarin more spotlight in the prologue.
Anybody reading this, be thankful to Hasklet, who maintains his battle against my abhorrent grammar.
 
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Chapter 28: Mission

Two Days Later

“Sooo…. You and Jack. I must admit, I didn’t expect it when I told you two to make up” said Shepard skimming through the datapad.

Miranda released a sound of unfathomable disgust.

“There’s nothing between me and Jack” replied the operative looking up from her console with contempt at the tall woman

“Mhm”

“What even gave the idea…?”

“You two doing the dirty downstairs?”

“… we’re not having this conversation”

After a few seconds, the commander finished with the datapad and looked at the brunette. To her credit, she managed to ignore the enormous cleavage on the display and focus on her subordinate’s face.

“I’m not going to pry. I’m just happy that you’re no longer fighting and surprised how it turned out. Unless there is an issue?” said Shepard with a raised eyebrow. Miranda exhaled with surrender and leaned back, giving the blood-haired female a better look at the enormous chest and the clutched mass of flesh underneath. Elizabeth was pretty sure it was beginning to catch up to the oppressive orbs.

“There’s no issue. What occurred was a one-time thing, but it was mutually voluntary and mutually… beneficial. While I doubt either of us will cease the verbal abuse I believe that we are… good” replied Miranda and moved on the chair to a more comfortable position. It was a good thing she had replaced her original one with a comfortable, much wider, padded one with armrests. Having her asscheeks stick out had been embarrassing, not to mention how much her arms were tiring nowadays.

“… you were right, Shepard. She isn’t just a mindless brute, I did let my presumptions get the better of me. I think Jack had a similar realization. We are good, Shepard”

The commander nodded slowly, accepting the explanation. That was enough for now.

“Sure. Quick question, about that special training equipment you promised me to look for, any progress? What we have is good, but we could do better.” asked Shepard casually, merely raising an eyebrow as if in anticipation. Miranda picked up what she meant, it would be hard not to.

“Well, despite the supplier’s stubbornness and obscurity of elements, I believe the order will be ready soon. I’ll forward details to your omnitool.” replied the brunette without skipping a beat.

Indeed, according to what T’Soni had given her, Henry Lawson had been receiving updates about Miranda's “condition”. They were accompanied by several violent redecorations of his office and his secretaries leaving it in a hurry. Most importantly all of his direct subordinates that had been dispatched to secure Oriana had been called off, similar to Cerberus collaborators. A new standing order. To sum it up they were to capture Oriana or Miranda if they stumbled upon them, but not to waste resources chasing them.

It was good enough for now. But… Miranda knew that Shepard would go after Cerberus sooner or later. The commander certainly wouldn’t mind removing such influential and corrupt supporters.

For now, the brunette had to keep the charade, a few pounds more won’t make a difference.

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it too much, it’s not a priority. Now, try to rest a bit and check that equipment we got. I know that you are still not cleared for field duty, but I’ll need you planetside to coordinate” said Shepard, remaining needlessly about upcoming training.

“Of course Shepard. Still… don’t take it as me trying to avoid it, is it wise to send the entirety of the battle crew to the planet, leaving the ship alone?” asked Miranda.

I don’t like it either, but EDI and our engineers need time to install the Reaper IFF and we need to check how best to use the entirety of our forces, so far we acted only in small squads. It could be worse, we’ll be deep in Citadel’s space, in a low populated system, but with a repair station in it. That and in a space fight we would be of minimal help. You know this all as well as I do, Miranda. Unless you have any ideas?”

“… I’m afraid not, commander. I’ll be ready when we arrive.” replied Miranda with a weary sigh. Of course, everything the tall woman had said was correct.

The commander nodded and left. The brunette meanwhile reached for her stash of enriched sweets. A little snack before bed.


 
***


 
Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship


 
The main room, the very center of the ship, and Shadow Broker’s operation had changed considerably since Shepard had visited it. Ignoring upgrades in hardware and security, mostly invisible inside, the décor was vastly different. It was still utilitarian, but the coloring was a bit more optimistic and warm, edges less sharp, also eternity was well lit in pleasant, almost indistinguishable from Thessian, light, and the temperature was well within low tropical ones, allowing to be dismissive of clothing.

Liara saw no point in maintaining the overly depressive décor, even in her workspace. As for herself, well… if somebody was to suddenly intrude they may, at first, assume the previous owner was still alive.

The asari sat (or laid perhaps, it was hard to tell) on the enormous, padded, oval armchair (or sofa?), that allowed her to half-lay in a very comfortable position as well as within reach of all of her consoles. It was so **, in fact, there was still quite a bit of place left. It wasn’t to say she didn’t contribute to overall bulk, quite the opposite in fact.

The awe-inspiring mass of soft flesh that was Liara T’Soni, was protruding well over the armchair surface. The solid mountain that was her belly was most eye-catching, absurdly large, round, and seemingly throbbing at the edge of vision. Above it was her breast, still shapely, but held in place only through the force of her bra. At her sides were fat doughty limbs, with fingers that with every day were starting to resemble sausages more and more. The soft, cherubic face dug a pit into the flesh of her torso, there wasn’t enough of her neck left to prevent that. Under all of this was a pair of luscious, tree-trunk legs that had folds of their own.

Overall Liara hadn't changed since the time Shepard learned about the dormant Reaper, even if there were, clearly, a bit… more of her. Today, she too wore a simple shirt, it was comfortable and its simplicity was a pleasant change of pace. Besides, the temperature and humidity in her quarters were set to values that defeated the point of any extra clothes.

It was a day like every day, even as absurd as it sounded in her situation, the asari had grown accustomed to her routine. Liara wrote, read, cataloged, planned and occasionally she connected live to operatives. She had a kettle full of sweetened, fruit tea and her faithful bots supplied her with snacks for her growing gut.

In short, the Shadow Broker was doing fine, despite the constant, almost painful, lack of Shepard… (and Tali).

Until now.

“Doctor T’Soni, we’re receiving a transmission from the Spectre. Priority: Highest” informed Glyph. After weeks of painstaking reprogramming, the VI was customized almost to the desired level save for a few minor tweaks.

“Put it on.” Liara immediately ordered as she saved and dismissed everything else, her attention shifting.

A single icon of video call appeared, it didn’t have the highest level of encryption, but a few who even tried to trace it would reach only Illium.

“Liara wpadliśmy jak śliwka w gówno. The damn IFF was booby-trapped”

The information and the tone made the obese asari’s blood run cold.

“You know about the maneuvers we were about to do. Since we couldn’t waste time we were installing the fucking thing at the same time. The collector came… right. In. the middle. of. Citadel. Space.” The spectre drew words and Liara couldn’t decide what was more terrifying. The information they carried or the voice that thundered across the galaxy. Shepard didn’t even shout, which made everything worse. 

“They took everybody. Only Joker was left, he managed to save himself and the ship by unshackling EDI… I’ll send you everything in the report.”

The asari almost heard her lover trying to calm herself.

“Damages were negligible and we had already stocked for this. We’re going through the Omega relay after them. Please, proceed according to plan while we deal with Collectors and get everybody back. If we don’t make it within a standard week, start with Plan B.”

Liara almost burst with a laugh at the brazen way Elizabeth said about the secondary plan, one that was built around the idea that the Spectre and her entire crew were KIA and failed to deal with collectors.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Besides going on with the plan… only booking us a quick refuel near Omega. Everything else we have covered… Look, Liara, I’m going to spare us the goodbyes, because I have every intention of coming back. If not well… you know everything. Do try not to worry too much and take care. I’ll try to send an update every twelve hours.”

“Understood, Shepard.”

Connection cut, that was all. Shepard could connect through quantum communication, but that wouldn’t leave a mark that was necessary for their masquerade. Besides, the commander was right, there was nothing new to be said and more earnest goodbyes could be… hard.

Liara needed to start mobilization imminently, but before…

“Glyph, please have the largest pizza reheated and the sugared fruits brought to me, also a large chocolate shake.” ordered the Shadow Broker as she fondly pated her soft belly. That day was going to be hard as it is, the doctor needed something to lift her spirits if even a little.

The enormous asari began to furiously work on consoles, the sudden motions sending waves through pillowy forearms and further into her blubbery body. Soon, one of the bots had arrived with an enormous bowl full of dried fruits covered in sweet, white powder. Without even looking at it, Liara took a handful and poured it inside her mouth. If most humans saw just how much the bountiful asari managed to open her jaw they would be reminded that they are in fact different species, because no homo sapiens would be able to so easily fit that much food at once without unhinging jaws. That and the Shadow Broker had a lot of practice.

Liara worked furiously, saving for the occasions when she would cram more fruits into her mouth once she swallowed the previous portions. The bowl was large and originally filled to the brim, but was now being emptied with alarming efficiency. Fortunately, pizza and shake arrived before the fruits ran out.

Both items were enormous in size. The pizza was almost four feet in diameter and was covered in a thick layer of Thessian meats, some vegetables, and sauce, all cut into rectangles for convenience. The container had a long straw that could easily hold two liters of thick, brown substance.

Before reaching for anything, Liara allowed the bot to clear her from any remains of powder and fruits. Then the machine put a platter with several slices next to her. At once, the obese asari reached for it and bit into the juicy square. Via some careful head and mouth maneuvers, she does manage to devour the slice without any help from the bot but it does require her to use both hands. As impressive as this was, it proved to be uncomfortable so Liara ordered the automaton to hold the next slice by her lips.

The bot was quite busy, the Shadow Broker was inhaling the thick pieces with astounding speed despite the fact she wasn’t hungry in the first place. The stream of fattening food that was passing through her gullet was only occasionally stopped when Liara needed to either command the bot, to drink the equally calorie-rich liquid, or to have herself cleaned.

Many things could be said about the immense asari current habits, but she couldn’t be ever accused of messiness.

So Liara ate and worked, the taste of food and the increasing fullness of her soft gut was soothing her anxiety, if only a little.

Once about two-thirds of the enormous wheel and half of the shake found themselves into Liara’s gluttonous stomach, now poking far much more out of the already outstretched shirt, she was about done. Luckily the stuffed asari prepared procedures and made preparations beforehand.

It was when somebody called. That in itself wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that somebody was calling Liara T’Soni on a purely civilian channel. She immodestly checked the source: Alliance’s colony, Fehl Prime located near the border of human space, not on the edge, but close. Despite its size, it was a valuable place with some minor exploratory excavations.

The caller was Treeya Nuwani. Now that was somebody Liara hadn’t heard from in a while, shame. She liked the fellow doctor. The just slightly younger asari was one of few members of their race who, like the information broker, valued education in such an early stage of life. That and Treeya was one of few who gave any thought to her findings and theories. Her opinion, between her age and focus on anthropology, mattered little.

The ex-archeologist opened the connection. She immediately recognized Treeya and there seemed to be Alliance military personnel next to her.

“Dr Nuwani, good to see you.” welcomed the young maiden. The face of the asari on the other side shoved surprise at what she was seeing but quickly collected herself. The present humans, less so. Not surprising, obviously they weren’t actually seeing her, but a digitally generated image, but it did show Liara’s appearance when she had been already well past 100 pounds larger than average asari.

“You as well, Dr T’Soni. I found an unknown object in the ruins of Fehl Prime and I would like your input.” the maiden said politely and began typing.

“And here I thought they all looked the same.” injected a human male in the background. 

Soon enough Liara received scans and images of the object… oh no.

Well… if somebody were to at least consider it, that would be Treeya. The whole truth… that would be a pleasant change of pace and she would have a clear conscience. Even if the results were predictable. Liara started with a bit of distance.

Of course, Treeya practically recited the official formula, luckily with little emotion. The doctor shared her experiences, which seemed to crumble her colleague's resolve and… interference?

Liara tried to clear it, nothing. She tried different channels, with the same results. That was bad, civilian communication was one thing, all other means the obese asari had access to, was vastly another.

The doctor switched attention to researching the source of interference, as well as to remaining powdered fruits. Whatever it was, it was close to the colony, wait…

“Skułwysyny” an alien curse escaped her stuffed mouth as she recognized the frequency. Liara shoveled another portion inside, how naïve they were to think the Collectors had only a single ship.

It couldn’t be the one that had attacked Normandy, they monitored the Omega relay constantly. The implications were worrying, not to mention the fate of the colony and Treeya.

Liara considered her options, during this she emptied what little remained in the bowl, but she came to a conclusion. The doctor barely swallowed the last portion before an emergency line to Illium connected.

“Eristena, I had an assignment for Red Spirits. Full mobilization immediately.” ordered Liara, barely managing to keep her voice calm. Within several minutes she had relayed mission parameters and available information, the muscular asari knew how to proceed from there.

Liara closed her eyes and rubbed her face. She felt heavy, but that had nothing to do with the adipose, which Nyxeris had made her gain. A lot was going on, and the situation, for all of her resources, made her feel helpless. The doctor let out a heavy sigh.

“Glyph, have my two next mains meals prepared, desserts included as well as a supply of my favorite coffee. Also add digestives, set 3a.” ordered Liara as she slowly returned to  her consoles and pizza.

“Shadow Broker, that is well beyond your possible food in-”

“Now, Glyph”

“Of course, ma’am.” with that the VI flew off, simultaneously activating other automatons.

Liara was analyzing all options to gain as much advantage in the current situation while finishing the remaining pizza. After several minutes, she was back in rhythm, save for meat-covered rectangles that had been depleted along the way.

Fortunately, quickly enough a first course arrived. This time Liara opted to eat by herself from the tray closely held to her by the bot, she couldn’t rush now anyway.

So the doctor monitored the Red Spirits, sectors around Fehl Prime, the Omega relay, and Cerberus movements, looking for opportunities or threats. Of course, Liara kept her strength with fine cuisine. Oh, she wasn’t hungry, quite the opposite, by the time the Shadow Broker had devoured the pizza, she was properly stuffed, her stomach fully freed from the confines of her shirt.

However, the drugs mixed with food mostly took care of any discomfort for now and the doctor needed to eat.

So Liara worked and ate. 

She ate and worked. 

And then she ate some more.

The obese maiden was in a work/eating trance, although what took precedence was unclear. Liara kept cramming more and more food between her lips, barely registering what she ate, what was important was to keep going, to eat more.

The automatons kept her clean, the tunnel focus and drugs made her ignorant to the effects of her rampant gluttony, beyond the release it was giving her. But forcing several meals worth of food even into her well-trained, stretched gut wasn't without impact. The monstrous organ wasn’t limitless.

Liara was fat, the months with Nyxeris and the appetite that remained made sure that every bit of her was large, soft. Every part of her was LARGE, but her stomach was easily the most eye-catching, the massive mass of flesh was easily Liara’s biggest asset.

The humongous organ had already been filled with pizza, fruit, and shake, but it wasn’t enough for the stressed doctor. Liara needed to eat, eating brought peace.

At first, the new wave of food and drink filled what little space remained, but Liara needed more. So the belly expanded to accommodate fuel for further growth. The azure belly changed from a roughly loose mass of blubber into a more spherical shape as it was being filled. It was nothing new, Liara had put her ravenous, ever-demanding belly through similar exercises.

However, minutes passed and the enthralled asari continued. Despite the thick layer of adipose, first inspection would reveal how much the luscious belly was full and how stretched its skin was. It was truly an incredible image, something resembling an enormous, smooth, living pillow or wide bean bag that was attached to the fat, soft, wobbling body of an asari. The groaning orb, loudly and painfully trying to digest its load, reached the biggest size yet… and kept going.

Liara continued to gorge herself, her rapid movements making her fat jiggle almost like a sea. Despite well-trained movements, pieces of food were everywhere, bots were able to clean the obese asari, but her shirt was in the need of washing. Through it tortured the organ slowly, constantly pushed onward, one could almost hear the sound of skin trying to accommodate the growing monstrosity.

The Shadow Broker didn’t care, she was too focused on her computers and pushing food past her mouth, even as the latter was becoming harder. Oh, she felt the pain that came from her middle… what once was her middle, the soft anesthetics in food wasn’t even close to stopping it, but Liara welcomed it.

Time passed and the automatons continued to supply food to their master. The doctor’s belly inflated accordingly, the veins enveloping it were now visible, and with every minute there were more and more purple cracks appearing on its surface. The ridiculous gut was now the size of a boulder, it no longer looked simply like an unreal example of otherworldly gluttony. No, this terrifying stomach was like some alien organism that had attached itself to Liara, making her into a food-starved lunatic. Because, what sane asari would willingly turn such a gluttonous blob.

The sheer unnaturalness of the situation. The spherical organ, visibly throbbing, reached well over twice its original, stuffed volume. Despite her limbs covered in a thick layer of fat, her legs wider than her waist had been, large torso and bloated neck, at this point it would be hard not to succumb to the illusion that it was Liara who was attached to the throbbing, fleshy landmass, not the other way around. The monstrous gut was reaching its owners field of vision in spite of her focus on screens.

Liara reached a state Nyxeris could only wish to induce. Nothing would stop her consumption, the digs and the pure force stopped any regurgitation, and the tormenting pain from her gargantuan growth was but an encouragement. Aside from its tremendous size, the throbbing stomach was now covered in a web of purple, occasionally almost red, stretch marks.

It was hard, no, terrifying to think what would happen if this mad feast were to be continued. Liara was ready to, alas her body began to fail her, despite the steady supply of enhanced caffeine. For some time now, her eyelids were getting heavier, focusing on the console as well. It had been a long day by the time the Shepard had called, how much later, with such heavy news and constant work the exhaustion was dawning on her. At some point, while trying to push some cutlet into her mouth, Liara’s hand paused, and soon after she simply fell asleep amongst the rumbles of her mountainous organ.

Glyph would feel relief if he could. While he couldn’t experience shock or disgust, if things continued, soon he would have to prevent any permanent damage to his master. Instead, the present automatons were ordered to carefully clean the Shadow Broker and her surroundings. One medical bot was summoned, its superior accuracy allowed it to remove some extra food remains from their softly snoring master. Once this task was done the automaton began carefully applying various lotions on the surface of the pulsating surface. Despite every precaution, the obese matron did move a few times or as much as she could be pinned by all her blubber and litter of food b**s.

Once this job was done, the reserves of lotion that the medbots had were almost depleted. The VI ordered all automatons to return to their stations, then Glyph slightly increased temperature in the room, turned off all lights, and noted to have their food resupplied as soon as possible. After that, the VI returned to the tasks he normally did during the Shadow Broker’s rest.

Liara was left alone. The hundreds of pounds of pure lard, dwarfed by Goddess know how much food in her monstrous gut looked ready to burst. For anybody not in the know, it would be hard to believe this blob in plain, food-stained clothing had used to be a fairly athletic asari just two years ago. By the Void, it would be hard to believe Liara was even an asari, perhaps some mutant or unknown alien with similar coloring.

Soon it wouldn’t be such a shock.

Now, it is said that humans have nightmares after sweets and overeating. Liara wasn’t a human, the inflated asari dreamed of her, an equally enormous, lovely quarian, a glorious, tall goddess with a mane of blood, mountains of cuisine, and a flock of chubby, smiling, blue children.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2
Captain’s quarters

Shepard was laying on the bed, her arm covering her eyes and discarded holopad. As much as it was preferable to idle waiting, the commander wasn’t able to sleep. Instead, she was forced to think about their situation, reminisce. Not exactly the most pleasant activity for her given the situation.

Doors opened, Elizabeth didn’t even glance in their direction, she knew those footsteps well.

“You know you don’t have to run checks on Normandy every five minutes. Try to relax.” said Shepard, fully aware of her hypocrisy. 

“Because you’re such an example of calmness… Want to listen to music?”

Shepard took her arm away, that was sudden and unexpected. She raised herself to look at her lover. Even with the suit and watching front, Elizabeth couldn’t help but admire Tali’s figure. Lately, the quarian passed the 250 pounds mark, sure she still had some work to catch up to Miranda, let alone Liara, but it was settling beautifully. Sure her tummy grew sparsely and her breasts were just a bit bitter, but her ASS was a poesy. Those juicy cheeks were close to the medical ball in size, accompanied by those childbearing hips Shepard could see even when looking at her lover from the front. Still, nowadays the commander tended to watch Tali’s back especially closely, even outside of combat, and especially when she was leaning down. 

“Enjoy it while you can”… Shepard had every intention to make sure Tali would not be able to or needed to lean down for anything. 

For some reason, the soft quarian looked a bit nervous, holding the datapad. Strange, Tali had long overcome her shyness.

“Ahem. I thought that maybe you would like to listen to music, but I didn’t know what you’d like… and I’m babbling again.” said Tali as she squirmed.

“Yes, you are and it's adorable. Now c’mon here and tell me what’s that all about.” replied Elizabeth and patted the bed. The quarian sighed and went to bed, soon the pair were lying on their back looking through the ceiling.

“Everybody got something to focus on, but not you. And you looked ready to punch holes in the hull, so I tried to come up with something, but… When we do something for fun it’s usually something Liara or I want to do, never you.” explained the quarian embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure we do plenty of things I like.” replied Shepard with a chuckle and gently shook her lover’s soft tummy. Tali flushed.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, that’s our thing by now. Ancestors know Liara would make sure of it even without your help… Liz, can I help?”

Shepard remained still for a few seconds before chuckling.

“As bad as It sounds I guess most of our mission is my thing. But if you are offering… how about I help you take out this suit and you give me some nice, tender… cuddles.” This earned her a jab and laugh from her lover.

But not a minute later, amidst the buzzing energy field, the environmental suit was falling to the ground, and soon after both women were interlocked in bed.

“…there are better excuses if you just wanted to grope me.” injected the engineer as she felt familiar five-fingered hands roaming her butt cheeks. 

“And you don’t have to be so low, I do love to see your face.”

“Mhm… those are only soft parts on your body.”

Tali’s face was well below the human’s collarbone snuggling into the commander's very ample chest and her own hands were trying to reach that ridiculously round ass.

Neither really minded and after several minutes the soft quarian fell asleep in the warm embrace. Shepard did not, although her experience brought calmness. As the commander carefully explored Tali’s body, she couldn’t help but both love it and desire more of this lovely, soft flesh.


 
***


 
XO’s office

“*buuurpppp*”

Miranda stiffened the sound coming from her lips, then with no second thought put another pastry in her mouth to join many of its brethren in her gut. Around the fat brunette, there was a battery of various sweets as well as empty wrappers. Given the situation, the operative had decided she could indulge a bit.

It’s important to note that Miranda wasn’t stress-eating. Miranda Lawson does not stress-eat.

“Fuck hell, cheerleader, and you call me crude.” mocked Jack who lied on one of the couches with a few snacks she had “liberated” from the overfed brunette. Her presence in the office was becoming more and more a normal state of affairs.

“Do not mistake an occasional slip with overall conduct. After all, you too can occasionally shine with an unexpected insight, despite your overall disposition.” said Miranda between bites with a smirk on her face.

“Pppfff, nerd.” commented the convict and took a bite out of her chocolate.

The silence returned, Miranda was supposedly looking through Normandy’s logs, but that was an excuse.

“Hey, tubby?”

Miranda sighed.

“Yes, Jack?”

“You’ve been working for Cerberus sometime now, but with all your prattle about being perfect biotic, you actually never been a proper tin-soldier like Jacob, right?” asked the tattooed woman strangely calmly. The question and tone surprised Miranda.

“No. While I was frequently deployed to combat-oriented assignments, I was never part of our military branch or on the “front lines” so to speak” Miranda replied carefully.

“Yeah, me neither. I wasn’t much of a team player before. Still aren’t.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow and slowly looked at her “guest”. With some effort, she managed to move her bulk to the proper position.

The convict was staring absently into the wall, slowly chewing on the chocolate bar. Then the realization hit her, the source of those questions surprising.

Jack was genuinely scared of confronting Collectors.

Several weeks ago it would be ammunition, reason to belittle. Not now.

Besides Miranda knew even if she used it would be hypocritical, she was afraid as well. It would be foolish not to experience it given the circumstances. Everybody on board the Normandy was feeling it to various degrees. Save Shepard, perhaps.

Jack noticed her gaze, she looked back and smirked.

“Wanna fuck?

Miranda blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, cheerleader. The way I see it: I need to let out some steam, and you can’t keep doing… whatever you’re doing or we’ll have to roll you down from the ship. Besides, don't tell me you don’t enjoy ending that dry spell of yours, tubby?” offered Jack bluntly with a toothy grin.

Miranda opened her mouth then closed, opened again. Her normally quick brain wasn’t able to compute what it had just heard.

After several seconds the convict shrugged with a grimace and returned to the chocolate. A few more seconds passed before Jack was gently yeeted on the bed with biotics.

Almost immediately the tattooed woman was scrambling to stand up with ready obscenity to shout. But this time Jack froze like a deer in headlights.

Miranda was walking…no…. strutting bouncily towards the convict. The jacket and shirt had been abandoned, leaving only a black, strained bra, giving the tattooed woman a prime view of swaying flesh. Jack was intimately familiar with just how generous Miranda’s figure was, but now with her throat dry, she was observing just how much… bounce the brunette was able to give those luscious curves.

“Now, those are far superior accommodations than in those quarters of yours. Therefore I hope for better performance. Do give me your best.” said the brunette as she entered the bed, now without trousers. The piece of furniture cracked softly and Miranda nonchalantly sat on the half-lying convict. Jack almost gasped as she was being reminded just how heavy the brunette was.

“You’re going to eat those words, cheerleadeeh…” started the skinner woman, but was distracted as Miranda leaned over, practically putting her awe-inspiring cleavage in Jack's face.

“I certainly hope so”


 
***


 
Meanwhile, as those races with time which conclusions would decide the fate of the known Galaxy and billions of lives went on, a much less dramatic event was taking place. But one, that would potentially begin dramatic changes in the culture of the Galaxy.

Inside a few magazines, mostly those targeting the human and asari demographics was featured a ** add-on, inside which were several sets of pin-up photos of various asari and human females. Participants were objectively attractive, perhaps not quite to the standards of professionals, but they cleaned up nicely with little help. However, this wasn’t important.

What was important was that those models varied from chubby to morbidly obese, both human and asari.

That was a shock to human recipients, who, to put it lightly, didn’t have an overly positive worldview on fat bodies. However, it was mostly a mixture of old, outdated prejudices, rarely genuine disgust. After all, in the present day with highly advanced medicine and plastic surgery stopping the body from fattening or losing pounds was laughably easy (at least to a certain point). People even slightly overweight were a minority. That didn’t stop the wave mocking or downright commentary, but that was nothing new and sales didn’t practically suffer, in fact, quite the opposite.

Amongst asari the situation appeared similar - mocking commentary, bad review, questions about what caused such an outrageous extra to even appear. But they all seemed… half-hearted. For the long-lived species the concept of one of them being so severely overweight was… alien, completely theoretical at best. With their rigid and vain beauty standards intact for millennia, the idea had become more obscure than “male” asari porn.

Until now.

And where “official” responses ended, the vast differences from humans' reactions started. Of course, a group of asari, mostly in more advanced stages of life, were honestly disgusted with what they witnessed, but that was mostly bigots that clung to their beliefs. Then there were those more accepting, seeing this merely as an intruding fad. Both of those groups were a majority, at least outwardly.

In reality, there were two main, intertwining camps, that encompassed the majority of asari who had read the extra part of magazines.

One - asari who desired, openly or in the depths of their souls, to do nothing more than to touch those soft curves, who wondered how their usual subject of attraction would look with all that flesh.

Second – those amongst the asari, who after witnessing the extra sets, took a good look at their bodies. They couldn’t help but consider how it would feel being that big, all that weight pressing on them. All that flesh…

It wasn’t a rigid divide and a percent of those asari would admit their actual experiences. Nonetheless, the addition made an effect.

Of course, those reactions couldn’t be used to reliably gauge an entire species. Of all asari, only a small fraction even bothered to buy the magazines containing the addition, nothing strange, really. But the beauty of the extranet was that nothing was lost and everything was discussed and shared.

Noteworthy was also that, aside from expected mocking massages towards the sets featuring plus-sized beauties, publishers were also receiving a fair amount of, anonymous, responses in a very different tone. Some fan mail, requests for more content of this kind, even question how one could become this kind of model.

Again it was a fraction of the entire asari population. But it was starting to make waves.

The question was if they would die down or turn into a tsunami.


 
***


 
The sound of an alarm woke Liara up, she rubbed her eyes, trying to gain some clarity. Her head was pounding, the enormous asari had gotten very little sleep during the last 48 hours, and only a few naps on her command armchair. She was too busy monitoring the situation on the human colony and waiting on news from Omega’s sector.

The doctor adjusted her position, the unfortunate side effect being the burst of gas that escaped from her mouth. To be honest, beyond working, Liara was also busy gorging herself, it was the only thing that allowed her to remain active. Even after sleep, her stomach was taut and growling, working hard to digest the mountain of dense calories inside.

Finally, the half-asleep asari managed to check what the ruckus was about and immediately woke up. Normandy was back, what’s more, despite severe damages to the ship there had been no casualties.

“Glyph…urp”

“Everything’s in order, doctor. The medical and technical teams reached Normandy, according to reports, with minor repairs the ship should be able to start the journey to the destined base within two hours. The travel arrangements for you had been made and Mister Ferron was notified.” replied the VI that had immediately appeared next to her.

“Good I’ll take a shower and we may set off. Oh and have breakfast prepared.” replied the obese, suddenly feeling new energy filling her. She intended to go about her business, but her armchair, as comfortable as it was, normally made standing up a little tricky. Now with her gut a rigid boulder of digesting food wrapped in a thick layer of pure lard, that feat was eluding her.

After the fourth try, Liara was contemplating using biotics.

“May I offer assistance, Shadow Broker?” offered Glyph now towed by two bots.

“…I would appreciate it.”

Supported by two special automatons, the mass of flesh that was Liara T’Soni managed to stand up. Upon this, the wobbling doctor realized that for such a long time with so little movement beyond bathroom breaks she was a little stiff and a little out of balance.

So both accompanied her to their living quarters. Glyph watched with his unblinking eye as his master waddled, her body was jiggling, the massive protrusion from her middle had significantly shifted her center of mass, further lessening her already deteriorated locomotion abilities.

The VI didn’t understand why his master maintained the increase in her body mass, despite clear disadvantages, even if this provided no medical drawbacks. However, both the goal and the process itself were desirable by the Shadow Broker. That was all Glyph cared about and he was going to do everything to keep his master happy.


 
***


 
Several hours later

Undisclosed location, Facility of T’Soni’s company

Shepard sighed as she read data provided by her datapad. The commander was bored, which considering the events of the last days was a genuinely good thing, but that didn’t change that the muscular female was going stir crazy.

The Collectors had been dealt with, the crew rescued and they made it back. Void, they even managed to make it to Liara’s base without any interference. Now the crew was in medical, some were even given a clean bill of health, those were either receiving a briefing or… being quietly put into cryo if their allegiance to Cerberus was too strong.

Seeing as her bedside manner was almost as bad as her cooking, Shepard couldn’t exactly help. Tali, of course, was overseeing repairs to Normandy and bossing around Liara’s engineers. Everybody else was relaxing in their own ways, even Grunt seemed to have had his share of violence, for time being.

Elizabeth had gone through all the review data she had been provided after the return. While she found a few useful and interesting bits, there were only so many times she could read it. Even now she tried the lines of text and pictures hoping to find any extra meaning behind them.

At least the quarters she was assigned to were nice.

Shepard heard the door opening long before she saw anything. Fortunately, the door was connected to the main rooms by a short hallway. The commander reached towards one of the hidden weapons, a little precaution went a long way.

First, the steps seemed familiar as the deepened breathing and soon Elizabeth saw her unexpected guest. And there was a lot to hang on one's eye.

“That’s hardly how most people imagine Commander Shepard after victory,” noted Liara with amusement.

“I’m saving my hero pose for the party. I’ve been promised one.” replied Elizabeth, a wide smirk appearing on her face. Despite her faintly visible fatigue, the asari looked positively scrumptious. Every limb, every fold was visibly bigger, fuller than compared even to the last time the Spectre saw her lover, there was simply so much of Liara now and all of this in a lovely, loose dress, clearly of human design.

“Shepard…” the asari wasn’t given a chance to finish. The commander appeared right before the heavy beauty.

“Shhh” the tall woman put her hands on the side rolls of the lovely doctor and hugged her, reaching for those sweet lips. The fat welcomingly enveloped the Spectre…mmm so much more than the last time… it took some time before they properly interlocked, there was quite the obstacle in the way.

Shepard ravenously kissed her love and with equal fervor grabbed as much of her flesh as possible. For the first time, the blood haired female regretted not being a hanar, with all of their appendages she would have a chance to feel her asari so much better. Unfortunately, the commander was limited only to her arms and upper body, but she worked tirelessly to make up for those shortcomings. Oh, there was no chance of wrapping her long limbs around that ripe body of Liara’s, but she had every intention of mapping as much of this luscious adipose.

The commander felt flesh move under her fingers, as it jiggled under her movements. New folds, bulges of fat and old ones, so much bigger than last time Shepard felt them. The commander also felt Liara’s own arms on her, those fatty limbs felt like pillows and her breasts… Shepard was never a fan of her own oversized chest, but now when it was pressing to the doctor's even bigger one, somehow both soft and shapely orb, was one of few times she appreciated it.

Unfortunately, the time came when Liara broke the kiss. Her beautiful, cherubic face was covered in dark purple blush, she was panting for breath.

“So absence does make the heart grow fonder” gasped out Liara fighting her breathing and a smile.

“Just wanted to express my gratitude for all the support you’ve been giving us and the entertainment.” replied Shepard with a sly grin. Somehow the doctor’s round face blushed even more.

They sat on the bed next to each other. The commander’s attention didn’t escape how much the mattress bent under her lover’s large bottom and how far she had to spread her legs to accommodate her meaty gut.

“It’s good to see you again Shepard. Where’s Tali?”

“Fussing over Normandy. And she said I was babying Grunt.”

Despite the happy reunion, they went over the “important” matters and recent events.

“Speaking of, is operative Lawson available. There were a few issues I would talk about with her.” said Liara at some point.

“I think you should wait for it until tomorrow. Miranda’s resting in her own way and she would not appreciate being interrupted. On an unrelated note, do you think I could make a career in matchmaking?


 
*** 


 
“MMMMmmmmmm”

“C’mon cheerleader, I saw you stuff yourself with those candies. Or are you giving up, tubby?” mocked Jack with a wicked grin. She was kneeling on the bed, naked. With one hand the convict was cramming an éclair into Miranda’s mouth, her second hand was placed deep between the brunette’s lush thighs.

The brunette too was naked, if one discount smears of chocolate and cream on her face and upper torso. Miranda was panting heavily, which was further uncomfortable given that her stomach was stuffed to the point it resembled a beach ball and her mouth was stuffed with a mix of cake and cream.

Once again Jack had come with a “proposition” for more stress relief, though this time assumed a more assertive stance. As much as Miranda hated it she couldn’t say that she wasn’t enjoying it now or the previous time.


 
*** 

Liara opted to not divulge into the last part. After a few more minutes they were done with formalities.

Shepard leaned back on the bed with a sigh.

“If they told me upfront what being commander was like I would tell them to shove it.” noticed Shepard, she hated bureaucracy.

“Well, they are benefits of command or maybe I got the wrong impression. You do seem to enjoy some of them.” teased Liara, remembering the times she knew very well that the commander fully enjoyed pulling a rank.

“Some of us more than the others.” replied Shepard with a grin and patted the side of the obese asari gut. Even through the dress, it was easy to spot waves that spread through the adipose. Liara blushed almost as easily as when they first met.

“Speaking of… did you have anything to eat before getting here?” asked the spectre cheerfully.

“Before coming to you I had to deal with local personnel and other duties. It took some time. I certainly could use a meal after all of this.” said Liara, her hand automatically going to the mass of blubber that was her stomach.

“That’s great. I was hoping we could check something”

The commander stood up and began vigorously rummaging through items she had brought from the Normandy.

“I had a feeling you would visit when you had a chance so…ah, here it is”

Elizabeth picked something up.

“You know, I had been looking for it. I see Miss Goto’s habits have rubbed off on you.” said the asari with light amusement as she inspected the scale she had bought months ago.

“I suppose we can check on our little experiment”

On those words Shepard’s grin managed to widen, it seemed weird for some reason. The commander placed the scale before the wide asari and helped her stand up. The doctor was about to step on it but was stopped.

“Clothes and shoes, you don’t want to get false readings, do you?” asked the Spectre, grinning.

“I’m sure that’s the reason,” replied Liara with a knowing smile. Shepard began to efficiently disrobe her love. As predicted the obese asari felt pale hands in places woefully unrelated to the process. She wouldn’t admit it to the tall woman, but it was a vastly preferable way to her bots.

With the dress out of the way, Shepard kneeled and removed shoes from blue feet. Then she stood up and made a thoughtful expression, as she inspected the enormity of Liara T’Soni.

“Was this an elaborate ruse to ogle me?” asked the almost naked asari with a hint of blush.

“I like to think I don’t need an excuse to ogle somebody as beautiful as you. C’mon hop on.” replied Elizabeth, her smile shifting into something that made the well-fed doctor feel very warm. Without further ado, she stepped on the scale.

The measure took a few seconds, during which Liara was being painfully reminded that there was no chance for her to read the dial.


 
“Weight: 552,3 pounds

 Height: 6” ½’

 BMI: 73.9”


 
…Liara felt the ground escape from beneath her bare feet.

How? That couldn’t be right… she knew she had gained weight but that much… “Liara”

How will Shep… “Liara!”

The doctor was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice, she realized that she was sitting on the bed and her arm was firmly held by Shepard. The obese beauty looked at her.

“You gave me a scare here. You know when you said you could use a meal you should have mentioned that you were on the verge of starvation.” said Shepard trying to sound nonchalant.

“Meal… Goddess, Shepard I should immediately go on a proper diet. How can you even look at ....”

“Okay, full stop,” said Elizabeth putting a finger on blue lips.

“Liara, I asked you to put on more weight, I wanted it, you just overshoot a little compared to what you said. Really, compared to the first time I saw you with extra padding it’s nothing. Besides, you look only better.” explained Shepard calmly.

“Liz I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I showed a complete lack of self-control…”

“And you enjoyed it.”

“…not the point. After that little experiment, I was going to lose most of the extra weight. I can’t…”

“Really?” Sheppard gave her pointed, surprisingly serious look. Liara blinked a few times.

“Liara, I can’t tell what exactly you were doing back at the base alone, but every time we had a private vid-call you were practically force-feeding yourself. Cholera, a few times I thought you would burst. But seeing how fast you pile on pounds it couldn’t be that much out of ordinary. And don’t try to tell me you weren’t enjoying it, I know you Liara.”

The doctor blushed, being reminded of her moments of boldness was embarrassing enough. What’s more, looking back, she couldn’t find a proper counterargument.

“Nyxeris…”

“Tried to make you a mindless glutton, yes, probably even partially succeeded. But I read the report on what exactly she was doing, and for all her smarts, your secretary hadn’t come with the idea to brainwash you to like being fat. Tell me…”

Shepard moved and in the next second was kneeling on one leg directly before Liara, to be exact right next to a momentous boulder of flesh. The obese asari blushed, even more so as she realized just how much her blubber was obscuring Elizabeth, who was both exceptionally tall and muscular. The pale woman put her hands on the blue knees, or rather where she suspected Liara’s knees were under all fat and began trailing upwards, deliberately slowly along those smooth, tree-trunk legs until she reached the enormous gut. She began gently fondling the soft mass.

“… do you really dislike this? And no asari propaganda, I want to know what you feel about this. I sure do love more of you.”

Liara’s jaw opened and closed, the automatic reply dying on her lips. With terror, she realized that answer wasn’t as obvious. The obese closed her eyes, trying to filter any previous assumptions she had. Liara had practice and with some time, she managed to. The results were… her expression was unreadable, changing, her jaw was moving, but no words came out, even as her face changed colors and a shine of sweat appeared on it.

When the doctor opened her eyes, Shepard could feel weak shaking spearing through soft adipose. Liara slowly looked at her hands, even her fingers were thicker, almost like sausages, she put them on the pile of flesh that was her stomach. All of this, all this fat was her.

“Goddess…cholera…I-I do like it.”

Her new form was heavy and large, making even the simplest physical activity increasingly hard. Liara knew that only her biotics and exercise (or what she considered to be exercise nowadays) allowed her to be as mobile as she was. 

No matter what her biology suggested by asari standards Liara was a freak, more so than before, and wouldn’t be accepted.

Then why does it feel so good?! Why Liara couldn’t stop this feeling of excitement, dare she admit – arousal, every time she looked at her soft adipose.

The doctor never particularly considered herself to be beautiful or physically attractive before. She never cared much for it either(or so she claimed).

So why did that fat-ridden body of hers was bringing feelings of pride?! Why did this slow, enormous, obese form covered in folds of ripe adipose was making her feel such confidence?

After that realization sunk in, Liara understood, at that very moment, that there was no losing weight for her. Perhaps if she was alone, the doctor would be able to shed some pounds. But with Shepard openly expressing her approval for all this fat…

Liara took several deep breaths, then looked down at the wickedly grinning Shepard. Even now she was feeling her pale finger kneading her smooth belly.

“I… do admit that I may have been in a bit of a denial…”

“A bit?” chuckled the commander. The look that the doctor gave her would crush a lesser being, but Elizabeth kept grinning.

“Liz… this is still new for me, you know I’m not quite as… adaptive as you are. But you’re right, my… newfound curves aren’t as unwelcome as I initially made it out to be. However, given the circumstances, I believe it would be wise for me to slow down, so to speak.” finished Liara. The smile disappeared from Shepard’s face, but only to morph into a thoughtful expression. She also began to slowly lift the blue gut, up and down, like she was trying to measure its weight. That process made purple shades appear on the asari’s face and effectively muted the round matron.

At last, the Spectre stopped, but then she pressed the side of her head into the soft mass and moved her hands to Liara’s side-rolls. At that moment Liara thought she would burst into flames as she felt her lover sink deeply into her stomach.

“You know…” began Shepard, her voice was a bit muffled by the adipose.

“…you could focus on the other side of things as a new hobby before we deal with the Reapers.”

“Wha… what do you mean?” stuttered the young matron. Get yourself together, you’re the Shadow Broker, for Goddess’s sake!

The commander moved face-first into the large gut and Liara yelped as she felt familiar lips near her belly button. Shepard emerged from the mass of flesh, smiling widely, and looked at her love.

“You’re not going to tell me that stretchy suit for Tali, and tons of enriched levo-foods were only for my sake, are you?” asked the spectre and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Well…” Liara stuttered, of course, that is how she was explaining it to herself, but…

“You were also awfully eager to help Miranda with our little masquerade. You do get regular updates with photographic documentation. Our resident cheerleader did round out nicely, don’t you agree?”

“ahhhh…” yes, yes she did, deliciously so.

“Also is it only me or did Khalisah look plump during her latest interviews and what is this I heard about this new peculiar magazine? Those models are quite plum…”

“Enough… where did you hear all of this?” interrupted Liara, her face covered in light purple color.

“Well I do watch the news… also you did give me access to part of your network and… I keep in touch with Eristena.” admitted the Spectre. The immense asari simply puffed her checks. Of course… 

Shepard only smiled wider on that.

“You’re cute when worked up like that. Calm down, we’re both just looking after you. Somebody has to.” 

“And I appreciate it, but I think intruding on my personal matters is hardly necessary. Also implying that, like Nyxeris…”

“Stop right there” interrupted Elizabeth, really it was becoming a theme that day.

“First of all, I’m pretty sure I am your personal matters. Second, as unexpected as it was, I too like to watch fine ladies such as yourself grow nice and soft. So does quite a lot of asari if Mordin’s right. You really want to continue?” reasoned the Spectre with a smug look. 

Liara just exhaled in defeat, not even correcting her lover about Asari's gender. Once again Shepard was right, but this time the denial was completely fake. It was, however, a newly found guilty pleasure of hers, a dirty little secret. Not much of a secret, apparently.

“And you propose that instead of pigging out I found somebody to fatten as a distraction?” asked the soft doctor. Shepard went up from her knees and sat next to her on the bed, their sides touched, or rather Shepard’s side was partially absorbed by Liara’s one and the Spectre’s hand remained on the blue leg that was thicker than her waist.

“You’re already fattening several people as a more "humanitarian" way of dealing with them and that lab of yours. Find somebody to focus on as a pet project. And don’t tell me you’ve not been watching al-Jilani’s interviews for news?” Shepard said and Liara’s plump, blue face blushed slightly. Indeed she did watch several interviews with the insolent journalist, whose chest and middle had been undergoing interesting changes.

“I’m just putting it out there. It’s good to enjoy your work.” added the Spectre with a peaceful smile.

“Not exactly the most moral approach… or healthy.” noticed Liara. This time Elizabeth gave her a heavy look and the obese asari had to mentally yield. They were well past that point.

“Well, seeing as you’re branching out, I have my own proposition – a T’Soni fast-food chain,” said Shepard with a chuckle. Liara blinked, that idea, given the main topic, was both obvious and ludicrous, but…

Her train of thought was quickly obliterated as she realized that Elizabeth had grabbed her arm and the blue, pillowy limb had those two large, pale, perky orbs pressed into it and much skinnier face was close to hers.

“Seeing as we covered everything… I think we should make up for these last few months.” proposed the commander with a sultry smile. Liara soon returned it. With effort, their faces began closing in, and…

*GGRRRROOOOOOOWWLLLLL*

Something akin to a deep rumble rippled through the air and the enormous asari turned reddish-purple. Liara was so focused she had forgotten about her munchies, at least until now.

Now the monstrous orb, that overgrown organ that constantly battled asari’s reason, lousy reminded of its needs, its large needs.

Shepard just laughed and stood up.

“I almost forgot that you’re a growing girl. I could use some chow myself, show me where the canteen is.” said Elizabeth and offered to support her love. Liara was grateful she didn’t have to ask for help, she would probably set herself on flame with embarrassment.

Being supported by the wall of muscle that was the Spectre, the enormous maiden managed to stand up. A large wave moved through the blue flab, most visibly on the enormous gut, ripe chest, and globes of ass-cheeks, but also on the ends of her limbs. Still smiling, but without a word Elizabeth helped her fat lover put on the clothes. Carefully every bulge of fat, every fold and curve was being covered by the fabric. Meanwhile, Liara kept blushing furiously as she was being reminded how much help she needed to somewhat quickly deal with such a basic task. During the entire task, her soft gut kept reminding her of the terrible vacancy inside it. What's worse, all of it was quite… exciting.

Once that was done, the commander put on something more than her shirt. Then hand in hand, the unusual duo set off looking for sustenance.

A lot of it.


 
***

Several hours later


 
The door to Shepard’s temporary quarters opened and two women came in… perhaps two women stumbled in, would be more accurate. It was a strange pair, a quite tall, quarian female, much “thicker” than most of her species, especially around her bottom. She was also swaying quite a lot, seemingly unable to maintain a horizontal position. Her companion was a positively enormous asari, whose every part was encased in a large layer of flab, she was taller than the quarian and while seemed to have less trouble maintaining her standing position, her posture betrayed tiredness.

It was hard to tell who was supporting who, because botch looked ready to fall without support. Still, the explanation of how Tali and Liara found themselves in such a situation was rather mundane. The young maiden had prepared a small celebration for Normandy's crew. It was good to mingle without pretenses, although it had started a bit awkwardly at first. Still, it was a large success, however, come the moment when Tali’s increased bulk hadn’t been enough to shield her from the effects of alcohol. Liara decided it would be wise to escort her to bed. The obese asari was tired, even if her naturally strong head and body weight made sure she was tipsy at most.

Still, the doctor hadn’t been confident to use biotics to support them, so the long trek was challenging. So she made sure her friend (with benefits? Lover? Future co-wife?) didn’t fall over or fall asleep and Tali supported her bulk. It was a team effort.

Shepard wasn’t with them, because the party was still going and Liara had assured her assistance wasn’t necessary. The commander was trying her best to get ** while talking and laughing with others as well as acting as eventual damage control.

Finally, the duo arrived at the bed, nearly tripping on it. The piece of furniture cracked loudly as two overfed beauties landed on it. Liara yawned, once she managed to calm down her breathing, despite her maintained muscles the facility was quite large. Then the doctor rubbed her belly, which had yet to stop jiggling after the fall. She hoped her organ wouldn’t wake her up, the doctor had been eating with moderation during the party, just about twice what Shepard had.

The young matron supposed she should disrobe, but the doctor didn’t want to. One night in clothes wouldn’t do any bad.

She was about to crawl further on the bed when she felt something in her gut. The doctor opened her eyes and looked. Tali was looming over her protruding belly, swaying to the sides, and pressing on the blubber.

“…*hic*… you’re soo soft. I wonder wheeen…*hic* I got to be so big… Hhhhmmm… I probably get bigger but” slurred Tali and patted the obese asari’s middle with a well-heard sound. The young maiden felt her flab jiggle like a miniature sea.

“…*yp*…didya know that I almost gooot ssstuck in maintenance *hic* shaft? A quarian, on a human ship! And I *hic* always bump into things!”

Liara, unsure what to do patted her, almost recoiled when she recognized how much padding there was.

“I’m not so bad.” reassured the doctor. The ** quarian’s attention shifted from her gut to her face.

“Y-Yes *hic* because I’m getting a *hic* fucking overseer station because I’m gooiiing to get too fucking fat!” the loud words were accompanied by vivid gesticulation.

“And, and Shepard! *hic* She is making me like it. Bosh’tet!” With all the ruckus, the engineer’s poor balance failed, the one that had been clutching the blue gut slipped and bootylicious quarian fell on the enormous asari, visor first into the blue valley of cleavage.

*Bbburrrppp*

The sudden weight on her middle forced the accumulated gas to escape through dark lips. She wasn’t even given a chance to blush before Liara realized she was being groped. Tali tried to lift herself up, but between being inebriated and her support being a large, soft, malleable mass - the doctor’s body, it all made sure her attempts were mostly… inadequate.

At last, the ** woman managed to roll herself off the mighty Shadow Broker, who once again in a short time looked like blood was ready to burst from her nose. Tali now decided to cling tighter to her blue, adipose-filled cushion.

“Hmmm… how do you do it?” asked the quarian surprisingly clearer as she snuggled to Liara. The asari felt her adipose being prodded by three-fingered hands.

“What do you mean?” asked the doctor and also embraced Tali. The young matron was beginning to understand her disdain for the suit, for some time she had been wondering how the chubby quarian would feel under her touch.

“*hic* Everything! Oh…Hooow do you put on clothes?” 

Liara wondered for a second, she couldn’t put on clothes as easily like before.

“Carefully and only sitting. I also make sure to keep my wardrobe up to date and all eventual zippers easily accessible. I have more problems with shoes since I can’t exactly bend forward. Nowadays I keep all of them on a tall shelf and have to bend my legs backwards to put them on. Even with a mirror it's tricky… and I need support” explained Liara, suddenly she felt… strange. Openly speaking and admitting how much her fat alerted her life was new.

“Mhmm…showers?” inquired Tali further, it would seem she was now fixated on the topic.

“Well, I have brushes and sponges with long handles. Still, even with them, it takes some time to take care of everything” this strange feeling was growing, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I’m suuure… how about other things? *hic*”

Liara didn’t know why but she felt a strange willingness to continue with this conversation.

“As you probably noticed I can no longer walk normally or rather it’s quite troublesome. I have trouble getting up from deep chairs and beds, also I have to watch if they can support me in the first place. Thankfully I managed to maintain some muscle mass, although the exercises are increasingly troublesome. Everything’s moving and chaf…. Tali?” the doctor stopped, her quarian companion was looking at her intensely with her luminescent eyes.

“You’re enjoying it. All of it” accused the engineer.

“I-I… eh... hardly…” Goddess is it some sort of bully Liara day?!

“Yes *hic*. You are” slurred Tali loudly and slapped the enormous asari. Likely, she had been aiming for ass, but the engineer was unable to reach so her hand reached only the meaty side.

“You keep bragging abbbbout urrrpp… how big and fat you are. More for Shepard huh? I can almost feel you pu-pu-purr” exclaimed the ** quarian and pointed accusingly at Liara’s chest, or rather tried to as she jabbed a side-boob.

The doctor meanwhile went slack-jawed.

Goddess

As much as she hesitated to admit it, the mentioned activities or rater trouble and such direct speaking about them did make her… a bit hot under the collar.

A bit.

“But *hic* but listen I’m going to get as faaattt as you. I wiiillll flaunt my cute butttt tooo”

Liara, a bit more composed, patted her reassuringly.

“I’m sure you will” 

“Sure I will! You two are *hic* making sure of that. I’m going to geettt soo faa…”

Tali's voice quieted down, the young matron felt her body going numb. It would seem that exhaustion and alcohol finally won. The doctor blinked a few times due to the absurdity of the situation before a soft smile crept on her face.

With some effort, she managed to drag her incredible bulk and her suited companion further on the bed. Once that was done, Liara decided to follow in quarian steps. She had a lot to think about but was tired. The doctor was mostly unconscious when Tali again embraced her and sank deeply in her bulk.

No matter. Liara certainly didn’t mind

A new chapter is here and seems to be decent enough, even if I still couldn't get it quite right. It's also, almost certainly, leaves only one chapter left.
I do apologize for the lack of Tali here, but in my defence when this issue was brought to me I was at the finish. I'll try to give our favourite quarin more spotlight in the prologue.
Anybody reading this, be thankful to Hasklet, who maintains his battle against my abhorrent grammar.
 
*****
Chapter 28: Mission

Two Days Later

“Sooo…. You and Jack. I must admit, I didn’t expect it when I told you two to make up” said Shepard skimming through the datapad.

Miranda released a sound of unfathomable disgust.

“There’s nothing between me and Jack” replied the operative looking up from her console with contempt at the tall woman

“Mhm”

“What even gave the idea…?”

“You two doing the dirty downstairs?”

“… we’re not having this conversation”

After a few seconds, the commander finished with the datapad and looked at the brunette. To her credit, she managed to ignore the enormous cleavage on the display and focus on her subordinate’s face.

“I’m not going to pry. I’m just happy that you’re no longer fighting and surprised how it turned out. Unless there is an issue?” said Shepard with a raised eyebrow. Miranda exhaled with surrender and leaned back, giving the blood-haired female a better look at the enormous chest and the clutched mass of flesh underneath. Elizabeth was pretty sure it was beginning to catch up to the oppressive orbs.

“There’s no issue. What occurred was a one-time thing, but it was mutually voluntary and mutually… beneficial. While I doubt either of us will cease the verbal abuse I believe that we are… good” replied Miranda and moved on the chair to a more comfortable position. It was a good thing she had replaced her original one with a comfortable, much wider, padded one with armrests. Having her asscheeks stick out had been embarrassing, not to mention how much her arms were tiring nowadays.

“… you were right, Shepard. She isn’t just a mindless brute, I did let my presumptions get the better of me. I think Jack had a similar realization. We are good, Shepard”

The commander nodded slowly, accepting the explanation. That was enough for now.

“Sure. Quick question, about that special training equipment you promised me to look for, any progress? What we have is good, but we could do better.” asked Shepard casually, merely raising an eyebrow as if in anticipation. Miranda picked up what she meant, it would be hard not to.

“Well, despite the supplier’s stubbornness and obscurity of elements, I believe the order will be ready soon. I’ll forward details to your omnitool.” replied the brunette without skipping a beat.

Indeed, according to what T’Soni had given her, Henry Lawson had been receiving updates about Miranda's “condition”. They were accompanied by several violent redecorations of his office and his secretaries leaving it in a hurry. Most importantly all of his direct subordinates that had been dispatched to secure Oriana had been called off, similar to Cerberus collaborators. A new standing order. To sum it up they were to capture Oriana or Miranda if they stumbled upon them, but not to waste resources chasing them.

It was good enough for now. But… Miranda knew that Shepard would go after Cerberus sooner or later. The commander certainly wouldn’t mind removing such influential and corrupt supporters.

For now, the brunette had to keep the charade, a few pounds more won’t make a difference.

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it too much, it’s not a priority. Now, try to rest a bit and check that equipment we got. I know that you are still not cleared for field duty, but I’ll need you planetside to coordinate” said Shepard, remaining needlessly about upcoming training.

“Of course Shepard. Still… don’t take it as me trying to avoid it, is it wise to send the entirety of the battle crew to the planet, leaving the ship alone?” asked Miranda.

I don’t like it either, but EDI and our engineers need time to install the Reaper IFF and we need to check how best to use the entirety of our forces, so far we acted only in small squads. It could be worse, we’ll be deep in Citadel’s space, in a low populated system, but with a repair station in it. That and in a space fight we would be of minimal help. You know this all as well as I do, Miranda. Unless you have any ideas?”

“… I’m afraid not, commander. I’ll be ready when we arrive.” replied Miranda with a weary sigh. Of course, everything the tall woman had said was correct.

The commander nodded and left. The brunette meanwhile reached for her stash of enriched sweets. A little snack before bed.


 
***


 
Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship


 
The main room, the very center of the ship, and Shadow Broker’s operation had changed considerably since Shepard had visited it. Ignoring upgrades in hardware and security, mostly invisible inside, the décor was vastly different. It was still utilitarian, but the coloring was a bit more optimistic and warm, edges less sharp, also eternity was well lit in pleasant, almost indistinguishable from Thessian, light, and the temperature was well within low tropical ones, allowing to be dismissive of clothing.

Liara saw no point in maintaining the overly depressive décor, even in her workspace. As for herself, well… if somebody was to suddenly intrude they may, at first, assume the previous owner was still alive.

The asari sat (or laid perhaps, it was hard to tell) on the enormous, padded, oval armchair (or sofa?), that allowed her to half-lay in a very comfortable position as well as within reach of all of her consoles. It was so **, in fact, there was still quite a bit of place left. It wasn’t to say she didn’t contribute to overall bulk, quite the opposite in fact.

The awe-inspiring mass of soft flesh that was Liara T’Soni, was protruding well over the armchair surface. The solid mountain that was her belly was most eye-catching, absurdly large, round, and seemingly throbbing at the edge of vision. Above it was her breast, still shapely, but held in place only through the force of her bra. At her sides were fat doughty limbs, with fingers that with every day were starting to resemble sausages more and more. The soft, cherubic face dug a pit into the flesh of her torso, there wasn’t enough of her neck left to prevent that. Under all of this was a pair of luscious, tree-trunk legs that had folds of their own.

Overall Liara hadn't changed since the time Shepard learned about the dormant Reaper, even if there were, clearly, a bit… more of her. Today, she too wore a simple shirt, it was comfortable and its simplicity was a pleasant change of pace. Besides, the temperature and humidity in her quarters were set to values that defeated the point of any extra clothes.

It was a day like every day, even as absurd as it sounded in her situation, the asari had grown accustomed to her routine. Liara wrote, read, cataloged, planned and occasionally she connected live to operatives. She had a kettle full of sweetened, fruit tea and her faithful bots supplied her with snacks for her growing gut.

In short, the Shadow Broker was doing fine, despite the constant, almost painful, lack of Shepard… (and Tali).

Until now.

“Doctor T’Soni, we’re receiving a transmission from the Spectre. Priority: Highest” informed Glyph. After weeks of painstaking reprogramming, the VI was customized almost to the desired level save for a few minor tweaks.

“Put it on.” Liara immediately ordered as she saved and dismissed everything else, her attention shifting.

A single icon of video call appeared, it didn’t have the highest level of encryption, but a few who even tried to trace it would reach only Illium.

“Liara wpadliśmy jak śliwka w gówno. The damn IFF was booby-trapped”

The information and the tone made the obese asari’s blood run cold.

“You know about the maneuvers we were about to do. Since we couldn’t waste time we were installing the fucking thing at the same time. The collector came… right. In. the middle. of. Citadel. Space.” The spectre drew words and Liara couldn’t decide what was more terrifying. The information they carried or the voice that thundered across the galaxy. Shepard didn’t even shout, which made everything worse. 

“They took everybody. Only Joker was left, he managed to save himself and the ship by unshackling EDI… I’ll send you everything in the report.”

The asari almost heard her lover trying to calm herself.

“Damages were negligible and we had already stocked for this. We’re going through the Omega relay after them. Please, proceed according to plan while we deal with Collectors and get everybody back. If we don’t make it within a standard week, start with Plan B.”

Liara almost burst with a laugh at the brazen way Elizabeth said about the secondary plan, one that was built around the idea that the Spectre and her entire crew were KIA and failed to deal with collectors.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Besides going on with the plan… only booking us a quick refuel near Omega. Everything else we have covered… Look, Liara, I’m going to spare us the goodbyes, because I have every intention of coming back. If not well… you know everything. Do try not to worry too much and take care. I’ll try to send an update every twelve hours.”

“Understood, Shepard.”

Connection cut, that was all. Shepard could connect through quantum communication, but that wouldn’t leave a mark that was necessary for their masquerade. Besides, the commander was right, there was nothing new to be said and more earnest goodbyes could be… hard.

Liara needed to start mobilization imminently, but before…

“Glyph, please have the largest pizza reheated and the sugared fruits brought to me, also a large chocolate shake.” ordered the Shadow Broker as she fondly pated her soft belly. That day was going to be hard as it is, the doctor needed something to lift her spirits if even a little.

The enormous asari began to furiously work on consoles, the sudden motions sending waves through pillowy forearms and further into her blubbery body. Soon, one of the bots had arrived with an enormous bowl full of dried fruits covered in sweet, white powder. Without even looking at it, Liara took a handful and poured it inside her mouth. If most humans saw just how much the bountiful asari managed to open her jaw they would be reminded that they are in fact different species, because no homo sapiens would be able to so easily fit that much food at once without unhinging jaws. That and the Shadow Broker had a lot of practice.

Liara worked furiously, saving for the occasions when she would cram more fruits into her mouth once she swallowed the previous portions. The bowl was large and originally filled to the brim, but was now being emptied with alarming efficiency. Fortunately, pizza and shake arrived before the fruits ran out.

Both items were enormous in size. The pizza was almost four feet in diameter and was covered in a thick layer of Thessian meats, some vegetables, and sauce, all cut into rectangles for convenience. The container had a long straw that could easily hold two liters of thick, brown substance.

Before reaching for anything, Liara allowed the bot to clear her from any remains of powder and fruits. Then the machine put a platter with several slices next to her. At once, the obese asari reached for it and bit into the juicy square. Via some careful head and mouth maneuvers, she does manage to devour the slice without any help from the bot but it does require her to use both hands. As impressive as this was, it proved to be uncomfortable so Liara ordered the automaton to hold the next slice by her lips.

The bot was quite busy, the Shadow Broker was inhaling the thick pieces with astounding speed despite the fact she wasn’t hungry in the first place. The stream of fattening food that was passing through her gullet was only occasionally stopped when Liara needed to either command the bot, to drink the equally calorie-rich liquid, or to have herself cleaned.

Many things could be said about the immense asari current habits, but she couldn’t be ever accused of messiness.

So Liara ate and worked, the taste of food and the increasing fullness of her soft gut was soothing her anxiety, if only a little.

Once about two-thirds of the enormous wheel and half of the shake found themselves into Liara’s gluttonous stomach, now poking far much more out of the already outstretched shirt, she was about done. Luckily the stuffed asari prepared procedures and made preparations beforehand.

It was when somebody called. That in itself wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that somebody was calling Liara T’Soni on a purely civilian channel. She immodestly checked the source: Alliance’s colony, Fehl Prime located near the border of human space, not on the edge, but close. Despite its size, it was a valuable place with some minor exploratory excavations.

The caller was Treeya Nuwani. Now that was somebody Liara hadn’t heard from in a while, shame. She liked the fellow doctor. The just slightly younger asari was one of few members of their race who, like the information broker, valued education in such an early stage of life. That and Treeya was one of few who gave any thought to her findings and theories. Her opinion, between her age and focus on anthropology, mattered little.

The ex-archeologist opened the connection. She immediately recognized Treeya and there seemed to be Alliance military personnel next to her.

“Dr Nuwani, good to see you.” welcomed the young maiden. The face of the asari on the other side shoved surprise at what she was seeing but quickly collected herself. The present humans, less so. Not surprising, obviously they weren’t actually seeing her, but a digitally generated image, but it did show Liara’s appearance when she had been already well past 100 pounds larger than average asari.

“You as well, Dr T’Soni. I found an unknown object in the ruins of Fehl Prime and I would like your input.” the maiden said politely and began typing.

“And here I thought they all looked the same.” injected a human male in the background. 

Soon enough Liara received scans and images of the object… oh no.

Well… if somebody were to at least consider it, that would be Treeya. The whole truth… that would be a pleasant change of pace and she would have a clear conscience. Even if the results were predictable. Liara started with a bit of distance.

Of course, Treeya practically recited the official formula, luckily with little emotion. The doctor shared her experiences, which seemed to crumble her colleague's resolve and… interference?

Liara tried to clear it, nothing. She tried different channels, with the same results. That was bad, civilian communication was one thing, all other means the obese asari had access to, was vastly another.

The doctor switched attention to researching the source of interference, as well as to remaining powdered fruits. Whatever it was, it was close to the colony, wait…

“Skułwysyny” an alien curse escaped her stuffed mouth as she recognized the frequency. Liara shoveled another portion inside, how naïve they were to think the Collectors had only a single ship.

It couldn’t be the one that had attacked Normandy, they monitored the Omega relay constantly. The implications were worrying, not to mention the fate of the colony and Treeya.

Liara considered her options, during this she emptied what little remained in the bowl, but she came to a conclusion. The doctor barely swallowed the last portion before an emergency line to Illium connected.

“Eristena, I had an assignment for Red Spirits. Full mobilization immediately.” ordered Liara, barely managing to keep her voice calm. Within several minutes she had relayed mission parameters and available information, the muscular asari knew how to proceed from there.

Liara closed her eyes and rubbed her face. She felt heavy, but that had nothing to do with the adipose, which Nyxeris had made her gain. A lot was going on, and the situation, for all of her resources, made her feel helpless. The doctor let out a heavy sigh.

“Glyph, have my two next mains meals prepared, desserts included as well as a supply of my favorite coffee. Also add digestives, set 3a.” ordered Liara as she slowly returned to  her consoles and pizza.

“Shadow Broker, that is well beyond your possible food in-”

“Now, Glyph”

“Of course, ma’am.” with that the VI flew off, simultaneously activating other automatons.

Liara was analyzing all options to gain as much advantage in the current situation while finishing the remaining pizza. After several minutes, she was back in rhythm, save for meat-covered rectangles that had been depleted along the way.

Fortunately, quickly enough a first course arrived. This time Liara opted to eat by herself from the tray closely held to her by the bot, she couldn’t rush now anyway.

So the doctor monitored the Red Spirits, sectors around Fehl Prime, the Omega relay, and Cerberus movements, looking for opportunities or threats. Of course, Liara kept her strength with fine cuisine. Oh, she wasn’t hungry, quite the opposite, by the time the Shadow Broker had devoured the pizza, she was properly stuffed, her stomach fully freed from the confines of her shirt.

However, the drugs mixed with food mostly took care of any discomfort for now and the doctor needed to eat.

So Liara worked and ate. 

She ate and worked. 

And then she ate some more.

The obese maiden was in a work/eating trance, although what took precedence was unclear. Liara kept cramming more and more food between her lips, barely registering what she ate, what was important was to keep going, to eat more.

The automatons kept her clean, the tunnel focus and drugs made her ignorant to the effects of her rampant gluttony, beyond the release it was giving her. But forcing several meals worth of food even into her well-trained, stretched gut wasn't without impact. The monstrous organ wasn’t limitless.

Liara was fat, the months with Nyxeris and the appetite that remained made sure that every bit of her was large, soft. Every part of her was LARGE, but her stomach was easily the most eye-catching, the massive mass of flesh was easily Liara’s biggest asset.

The humongous organ had already been filled with pizza, fruit, and shake, but it wasn’t enough for the stressed doctor. Liara needed to eat, eating brought peace.

At first, the new wave of food and drink filled what little space remained, but Liara needed more. So the belly expanded to accommodate fuel for further growth. The azure belly changed from a roughly loose mass of blubber into a more spherical shape as it was being filled. It was nothing new, Liara had put her ravenous, ever-demanding belly through similar exercises.

However, minutes passed and the enthralled asari continued. Despite the thick layer of adipose, first inspection would reveal how much the luscious belly was full and how stretched its skin was. It was truly an incredible image, something resembling an enormous, smooth, living pillow or wide bean bag that was attached to the fat, soft, wobbling body of an asari. The groaning orb, loudly and painfully trying to digest its load, reached the biggest size yet… and kept going.

Liara continued to gorge herself, her rapid movements making her fat jiggle almost like a sea. Despite well-trained movements, pieces of food were everywhere, bots were able to clean the obese asari, but her shirt was in the need of washing. Through it tortured the organ slowly, constantly pushed onward, one could almost hear the sound of skin trying to accommodate the growing monstrosity.

The Shadow Broker didn’t care, she was too focused on her computers and pushing food past her mouth, even as the latter was becoming harder. Oh, she felt the pain that came from her middle… what once was her middle, the soft anesthetics in food wasn’t even close to stopping it, but Liara welcomed it.

Time passed and the automatons continued to supply food to their master. The doctor’s belly inflated accordingly, the veins enveloping it were now visible, and with every minute there were more and more purple cracks appearing on its surface. The ridiculous gut was now the size of a boulder, it no longer looked simply like an unreal example of otherworldly gluttony. No, this terrifying stomach was like some alien organism that had attached itself to Liara, making her into a food-starved lunatic. Because, what sane asari would willingly turn such a gluttonous blob.

The sheer unnaturalness of the situation. The spherical organ, visibly throbbing, reached well over twice its original, stuffed volume. Despite her limbs covered in a thick layer of fat, her legs wider than her waist had been, large torso and bloated neck, at this point it would be hard not to succumb to the illusion that it was Liara who was attached to the throbbing, fleshy landmass, not the other way around. The monstrous gut was reaching its owners field of vision in spite of her focus on screens.

Liara reached a state Nyxeris could only wish to induce. Nothing would stop her consumption, the digs and the pure force stopped any regurgitation, and the tormenting pain from her gargantuan growth was but an encouragement. Aside from its tremendous size, the throbbing stomach was now covered in a web of purple, occasionally almost red, stretch marks.

It was hard, no, terrifying to think what would happen if this mad feast were to be continued. Liara was ready to, alas her body began to fail her, despite the steady supply of enhanced caffeine. For some time now, her eyelids were getting heavier, focusing on the console as well. It had been a long day by the time the Shepard had called, how much later, with such heavy news and constant work the exhaustion was dawning on her. At some point, while trying to push some cutlet into her mouth, Liara’s hand paused, and soon after she simply fell asleep amongst the rumbles of her mountainous organ.

Glyph would feel relief if he could. While he couldn’t experience shock or disgust, if things continued, soon he would have to prevent any permanent damage to his master. Instead, the present automatons were ordered to carefully clean the Shadow Broker and her surroundings. One medical bot was summoned, its superior accuracy allowed it to remove some extra food remains from their softly snoring master. Once this task was done the automaton began carefully applying various lotions on the surface of the pulsating surface. Despite every precaution, the obese matron did move a few times or as much as she could be pinned by all her blubber and litter of food b**s.

Once this job was done, the reserves of lotion that the medbots had were almost depleted. The VI ordered all automatons to return to their stations, then Glyph slightly increased temperature in the room, turned off all lights, and noted to have their food resupplied as soon as possible. After that, the VI returned to the tasks he normally did during the Shadow Broker’s rest.

Liara was left alone. The hundreds of pounds of pure lard, dwarfed by Goddess know how much food in her monstrous gut looked ready to burst. For anybody not in the know, it would be hard to believe this blob in plain, food-stained clothing had used to be a fairly athletic asari just two years ago. By the Void, it would be hard to believe Liara was even an asari, perhaps some mutant or unknown alien with similar coloring.

Soon it wouldn’t be such a shock.

Now, it is said that humans have nightmares after sweets and overeating. Liara wasn’t a human, the inflated asari dreamed of her, an equally enormous, lovely quarian, a glorious, tall goddess with a mane of blood, mountains of cuisine, and a flock of chubby, smiling, blue children.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2
Captain’s quarters

Shepard was laying on the bed, her arm covering her eyes and discarded holopad. As much as it was preferable to idle waiting, the commander wasn’t able to sleep. Instead, she was forced to think about their situation, reminisce. Not exactly the most pleasant activity for her given the situation.

Doors opened, Elizabeth didn’t even glance in their direction, she knew those footsteps well.

“You know you don’t have to run checks on Normandy every five minutes. Try to relax.” said Shepard, fully aware of her hypocrisy. 

“Because you’re such an example of calmness… Want to listen to music?”

Shepard took her arm away, that was sudden and unexpected. She raised herself to look at her lover. Even with the suit and watching front, Elizabeth couldn’t help but admire Tali’s figure. Lately, the quarian passed the 250 pounds mark, sure she still had some work to catch up to Miranda, let alone Liara, but it was settling beautifully. Sure her tummy grew sparsely and her breasts were just a bit bitter, but her ASS was a poesy. Those juicy cheeks were close to the medical ball in size, accompanied by those childbearing hips Shepard could see even when looking at her lover from the front. Still, nowadays the commander tended to watch Tali’s back especially closely, even outside of combat, and especially when she was leaning down. 

“Enjoy it while you can”… Shepard had every intention to make sure Tali would not be able to or needed to lean down for anything. 

For some reason, the soft quarian looked a bit nervous, holding the datapad. Strange, Tali had long overcome her shyness.

“Ahem. I thought that maybe you would like to listen to music, but I didn’t know what you’d like… and I’m babbling again.” said Tali as she squirmed.

“Yes, you are and it's adorable. Now c’mon here and tell me what’s that all about.” replied Elizabeth and patted the bed. The quarian sighed and went to bed, soon the pair were lying on their back looking through the ceiling.

“Everybody got something to focus on, but not you. And you looked ready to punch holes in the hull, so I tried to come up with something, but… When we do something for fun it’s usually something Liara or I want to do, never you.” explained the quarian embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure we do plenty of things I like.” replied Shepard with a chuckle and gently shook her lover’s soft tummy. Tali flushed.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, that’s our thing by now. Ancestors know Liara would make sure of it even without your help… Liz, can I help?”

Shepard remained still for a few seconds before chuckling.

“As bad as It sounds I guess most of our mission is my thing. But if you are offering… how about I help you take out this suit and you give me some nice, tender… cuddles.” This earned her a jab and laugh from her lover.

But not a minute later, amidst the buzzing energy field, the environmental suit was falling to the ground, and soon after both women were interlocked in bed.

“…there are better excuses if you just wanted to grope me.” injected the engineer as she felt familiar five-fingered hands roaming her butt cheeks. 

“And you don’t have to be so low, I do love to see your face.”

“Mhm… those are only soft parts on your body.”

Tali’s face was well below the human’s collarbone snuggling into the commander's very ample chest and her own hands were trying to reach that ridiculously round ass.

Neither really minded and after several minutes the soft quarian fell asleep in the warm embrace. Shepard did not, although her experience brought calmness. As the commander carefully explored Tali’s body, she couldn’t help but both love it and desire more of this lovely, soft flesh.


 
***


 
XO’s office

“*buuurpppp*”

Miranda stiffened the sound coming from her lips, then with no second thought put another pastry in her mouth to join many of its brethren in her gut. Around the fat brunette, there was a battery of various sweets as well as empty wrappers. Given the situation, the operative had decided she could indulge a bit.

It’s important to note that Miranda wasn’t stress-eating. Miranda Lawson does not stress-eat.

“Fuck hell, cheerleader, and you call me crude.” mocked Jack who lied on one of the couches with a few snacks she had “liberated” from the overfed brunette. Her presence in the office was becoming more and more a normal state of affairs.

“Do not mistake an occasional slip with overall conduct. After all, you too can occasionally shine with an unexpected insight, despite your overall disposition.” said Miranda between bites with a smirk on her face.

“Pppfff, nerd.” commented the convict and took a bite out of her chocolate.

The silence returned, Miranda was supposedly looking through Normandy’s logs, but that was an excuse.

“Hey, tubby?”

Miranda sighed.

“Yes, Jack?”

“You’ve been working for Cerberus sometime now, but with all your prattle about being perfect biotic, you actually never been a proper tin-soldier like Jacob, right?” asked the tattooed woman strangely calmly. The question and tone surprised Miranda.

“No. While I was frequently deployed to combat-oriented assignments, I was never part of our military branch or on the “front lines” so to speak” Miranda replied carefully.

“Yeah, me neither. I wasn’t much of a team player before. Still aren’t.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow and slowly looked at her “guest”. With some effort, she managed to move her bulk to the proper position.

The convict was staring absently into the wall, slowly chewing on the chocolate bar. Then the realization hit her, the source of those questions surprising.

Jack was genuinely scared of confronting Collectors.

Several weeks ago it would be ammunition, reason to belittle. Not now.

Besides Miranda knew even if she used it would be hypocritical, she was afraid as well. It would be foolish not to experience it given the circumstances. Everybody on board the Normandy was feeling it to various degrees. Save Shepard, perhaps.

Jack noticed her gaze, she looked back and smirked.

“Wanna fuck?

Miranda blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, cheerleader. The way I see it: I need to let out some steam, and you can’t keep doing… whatever you’re doing or we’ll have to roll you down from the ship. Besides, don't tell me you don’t enjoy ending that dry spell of yours, tubby?” offered Jack bluntly with a toothy grin.

Miranda opened her mouth then closed, opened again. Her normally quick brain wasn’t able to compute what it had just heard.

After several seconds the convict shrugged with a grimace and returned to the chocolate. A few more seconds passed before Jack was gently yeeted on the bed with biotics.

Almost immediately the tattooed woman was scrambling to stand up with ready obscenity to shout. But this time Jack froze like a deer in headlights.

Miranda was walking…no…. strutting bouncily towards the convict. The jacket and shirt had been abandoned, leaving only a black, strained bra, giving the tattooed woman a prime view of swaying flesh. Jack was intimately familiar with just how generous Miranda’s figure was, but now with her throat dry, she was observing just how much… bounce the brunette was able to give those luscious curves.

“Now, those are far superior accommodations than in those quarters of yours. Therefore I hope for better performance. Do give me your best.” said the brunette as she entered the bed, now without trousers. The piece of furniture cracked softly and Miranda nonchalantly sat on the half-lying convict. Jack almost gasped as she was being reminded just how heavy the brunette was.

“You’re going to eat those words, cheerleadeeh…” started the skinner woman, but was distracted as Miranda leaned over, practically putting her awe-inspiring cleavage in Jack's face.

“I certainly hope so”


 
***


 
Meanwhile, as those races with time which conclusions would decide the fate of the known Galaxy and billions of lives went on, a much less dramatic event was taking place. But one, that would potentially begin dramatic changes in the culture of the Galaxy.

Inside a few magazines, mostly those targeting the human and asari demographics was featured a ** add-on, inside which were several sets of pin-up photos of various asari and human females. Participants were objectively attractive, perhaps not quite to the standards of professionals, but they cleaned up nicely with little help. However, this wasn’t important.

What was important was that those models varied from chubby to morbidly obese, both human and asari.

That was a shock to human recipients, who, to put it lightly, didn’t have an overly positive worldview on fat bodies. However, it was mostly a mixture of old, outdated prejudices, rarely genuine disgust. After all, in the present day with highly advanced medicine and plastic surgery stopping the body from fattening or losing pounds was laughably easy (at least to a certain point). People even slightly overweight were a minority. That didn’t stop the wave mocking or downright commentary, but that was nothing new and sales didn’t practically suffer, in fact, quite the opposite.

Amongst asari the situation appeared similar - mocking commentary, bad review, questions about what caused such an outrageous extra to even appear. But they all seemed… half-hearted. For the long-lived species the concept of one of them being so severely overweight was… alien, completely theoretical at best. With their rigid and vain beauty standards intact for millennia, the idea had become more obscure than “male” asari porn.

Until now.

And where “official” responses ended, the vast differences from humans' reactions started. Of course, a group of asari, mostly in more advanced stages of life, were honestly disgusted with what they witnessed, but that was mostly bigots that clung to their beliefs. Then there were those more accepting, seeing this merely as an intruding fad. Both of those groups were a majority, at least outwardly.

In reality, there were two main, intertwining camps, that encompassed the majority of asari who had read the extra part of magazines.

One - asari who desired, openly or in the depths of their souls, to do nothing more than to touch those soft curves, who wondered how their usual subject of attraction would look with all that flesh.

Second – those amongst the asari, who after witnessing the extra sets, took a good look at their bodies. They couldn’t help but consider how it would feel being that big, all that weight pressing on them. All that flesh…

It wasn’t a rigid divide and a percent of those asari would admit their actual experiences. Nonetheless, the addition made an effect.

Of course, those reactions couldn’t be used to reliably gauge an entire species. Of all asari, only a small fraction even bothered to buy the magazines containing the addition, nothing strange, really. But the beauty of the extranet was that nothing was lost and everything was discussed and shared.

Noteworthy was also that, aside from expected mocking massages towards the sets featuring plus-sized beauties, publishers were also receiving a fair amount of, anonymous, responses in a very different tone. Some fan mail, requests for more content of this kind, even question how one could become this kind of model.

Again it was a fraction of the entire asari population. But it was starting to make waves.

The question was if they would die down or turn into a tsunami.


 
***


 
The sound of an alarm woke Liara up, she rubbed her eyes, trying to gain some clarity. Her head was pounding, the enormous asari had gotten very little sleep during the last 48 hours, and only a few naps on her command armchair. She was too busy monitoring the situation on the human colony and waiting on news from Omega’s sector.

The doctor adjusted her position, the unfortunate side effect being the burst of gas that escaped from her mouth. To be honest, beyond working, Liara was also busy gorging herself, it was the only thing that allowed her to remain active. Even after sleep, her stomach was taut and growling, working hard to digest the mountain of dense calories inside.

Finally, the half-asleep asari managed to check what the ruckus was about and immediately woke up. Normandy was back, what’s more, despite severe damages to the ship there had been no casualties.

“Glyph…urp”

“Everything’s in order, doctor. The medical and technical teams reached Normandy, according to reports, with minor repairs the ship should be able to start the journey to the destined base within two hours. The travel arrangements for you had been made and Mister Ferron was notified.” replied the VI that had immediately appeared next to her.

“Good I’ll take a shower and we may set off. Oh and have breakfast prepared.” replied the obese, suddenly feeling new energy filling her. She intended to go about her business, but her armchair, as comfortable as it was, normally made standing up a little tricky. Now with her gut a rigid boulder of digesting food wrapped in a thick layer of pure lard, that feat was eluding her.

After the fourth try, Liara was contemplating using biotics.

“May I offer assistance, Shadow Broker?” offered Glyph now towed by two bots.

“…I would appreciate it.”

Supported by two special automatons, the mass of flesh that was Liara T’Soni managed to stand up. Upon this, the wobbling doctor realized that for such a long time with so little movement beyond bathroom breaks she was a little stiff and a little out of balance.

So both accompanied her to their living quarters. Glyph watched with his unblinking eye as his master waddled, her body was jiggling, the massive protrusion from her middle had significantly shifted her center of mass, further lessening her already deteriorated locomotion abilities.

The VI didn’t understand why his master maintained the increase in her body mass, despite clear disadvantages, even if this provided no medical drawbacks. However, both the goal and the process itself were desirable by the Shadow Broker. That was all Glyph cared about and he was going to do everything to keep his master happy.


 
***


 
Several hours later

Undisclosed location, Facility of T’Soni’s company

Shepard sighed as she read data provided by her datapad. The commander was bored, which considering the events of the last days was a genuinely good thing, but that didn’t change that the muscular female was going stir crazy.

The Collectors had been dealt with, the crew rescued and they made it back. Void, they even managed to make it to Liara’s base without any interference. Now the crew was in medical, some were even given a clean bill of health, those were either receiving a briefing or… being quietly put into cryo if their allegiance to Cerberus was too strong.

Seeing as her bedside manner was almost as bad as her cooking, Shepard couldn’t exactly help. Tali, of course, was overseeing repairs to Normandy and bossing around Liara’s engineers. Everybody else was relaxing in their own ways, even Grunt seemed to have had his share of violence, for time being.

Elizabeth had gone through all the review data she had been provided after the return. While she found a few useful and interesting bits, there were only so many times she could read it. Even now she tried the lines of text and pictures hoping to find any extra meaning behind them.

At least the quarters she was assigned to were nice.

Shepard heard the door opening long before she saw anything. Fortunately, the door was connected to the main rooms by a short hallway. The commander reached towards one of the hidden weapons, a little precaution went a long way.

First, the steps seemed familiar as the deepened breathing and soon Elizabeth saw her unexpected guest. And there was a lot to hang on one's eye.

“That’s hardly how most people imagine Commander Shepard after victory,” noted Liara with amusement.

“I’m saving my hero pose for the party. I’ve been promised one.” replied Elizabeth, a wide smirk appearing on her face. Despite her faintly visible fatigue, the asari looked positively scrumptious. Every limb, every fold was visibly bigger, fuller than compared even to the last time the Spectre saw her lover, there was simply so much of Liara now and all of this in a lovely, loose dress, clearly of human design.

“Shepard…” the asari wasn’t given a chance to finish. The commander appeared right before the heavy beauty.

“Shhh” the tall woman put her hands on the side rolls of the lovely doctor and hugged her, reaching for those sweet lips. The fat welcomingly enveloped the Spectre…mmm so much more than the last time… it took some time before they properly interlocked, there was quite the obstacle in the way.

Shepard ravenously kissed her love and with equal fervor grabbed as much of her flesh as possible. For the first time, the blood haired female regretted not being a hanar, with all of their appendages she would have a chance to feel her asari so much better. Unfortunately, the commander was limited only to her arms and upper body, but she worked tirelessly to make up for those shortcomings. Oh, there was no chance of wrapping her long limbs around that ripe body of Liara’s, but she had every intention of mapping as much of this luscious adipose.

The commander felt flesh move under her fingers, as it jiggled under her movements. New folds, bulges of fat and old ones, so much bigger than last time Shepard felt them. The commander also felt Liara’s own arms on her, those fatty limbs felt like pillows and her breasts… Shepard was never a fan of her own oversized chest, but now when it was pressing to the doctor's even bigger one, somehow both soft and shapely orb, was one of few times she appreciated it.

Unfortunately, the time came when Liara broke the kiss. Her beautiful, cherubic face was covered in dark purple blush, she was panting for breath.

“So absence does make the heart grow fonder” gasped out Liara fighting her breathing and a smile.

“Just wanted to express my gratitude for all the support you’ve been giving us and the entertainment.” replied Shepard with a sly grin. Somehow the doctor’s round face blushed even more.

They sat on the bed next to each other. The commander’s attention didn’t escape how much the mattress bent under her lover’s large bottom and how far she had to spread her legs to accommodate her meaty gut.

“It’s good to see you again Shepard. Where’s Tali?”

“Fussing over Normandy. And she said I was babying Grunt.”

Despite the happy reunion, they went over the “important” matters and recent events.

“Speaking of, is operative Lawson available. There were a few issues I would talk about with her.” said Liara at some point.

“I think you should wait for it until tomorrow. Miranda’s resting in her own way and she would not appreciate being interrupted. On an unrelated note, do you think I could make a career in matchmaking?


 
*** 


 
“MMMMmmmmmm”

“C’mon cheerleader, I saw you stuff yourself with those candies. Or are you giving up, tubby?” mocked Jack with a wicked grin. She was kneeling on the bed, naked. With one hand the convict was cramming an éclair into Miranda’s mouth, her second hand was placed deep between the brunette’s lush thighs.

The brunette too was naked, if one discount smears of chocolate and cream on her face and upper torso. Miranda was panting heavily, which was further uncomfortable given that her stomach was stuffed to the point it resembled a beach ball and her mouth was stuffed with a mix of cake and cream.

Once again Jack had come with a “proposition” for more stress relief, though this time assumed a more assertive stance. As much as Miranda hated it she couldn’t say that she wasn’t enjoying it now or the previous time.


 
*** 

Liara opted to not divulge into the last part. After a few more minutes they were done with formalities.

Shepard leaned back on the bed with a sigh.

“If they told me upfront what being commander was like I would tell them to shove it.” noticed Shepard, she hated bureaucracy.

“Well, they are benefits of command or maybe I got the wrong impression. You do seem to enjoy some of them.” teased Liara, remembering the times she knew very well that the commander fully enjoyed pulling a rank.

“Some of us more than the others.” replied Shepard with a grin and patted the side of the obese asari gut. Even through the dress, it was easy to spot waves that spread through the adipose. Liara blushed almost as easily as when they first met.

“Speaking of… did you have anything to eat before getting here?” asked the spectre cheerfully.

“Before coming to you I had to deal with local personnel and other duties. It took some time. I certainly could use a meal after all of this.” said Liara, her hand automatically going to the mass of blubber that was her stomach.

“That’s great. I was hoping we could check something”

The commander stood up and began vigorously rummaging through items she had brought from the Normandy.

“I had a feeling you would visit when you had a chance so…ah, here it is”

Elizabeth picked something up.

“You know, I had been looking for it. I see Miss Goto’s habits have rubbed off on you.” said the asari with light amusement as she inspected the scale she had bought months ago.

“I suppose we can check on our little experiment”

On those words Shepard’s grin managed to widen, it seemed weird for some reason. The commander placed the scale before the wide asari and helped her stand up. The doctor was about to step on it but was stopped.

“Clothes and shoes, you don’t want to get false readings, do you?” asked the Spectre, grinning.

“I’m sure that’s the reason,” replied Liara with a knowing smile. Shepard began to efficiently disrobe her love. As predicted the obese asari felt pale hands in places woefully unrelated to the process. She wouldn’t admit it to the tall woman, but it was a vastly preferable way to her bots.

With the dress out of the way, Shepard kneeled and removed shoes from blue feet. Then she stood up and made a thoughtful expression, as she inspected the enormity of Liara T’Soni.

“Was this an elaborate ruse to ogle me?” asked the almost naked asari with a hint of blush.

“I like to think I don’t need an excuse to ogle somebody as beautiful as you. C’mon hop on.” replied Elizabeth, her smile shifting into something that made the well-fed doctor feel very warm. Without further ado, she stepped on the scale.

The measure took a few seconds, during which Liara was being painfully reminded that there was no chance for her to read the dial.


 
“Weight: 552,3 pounds

 Height: 6” ½’

 BMI: 73.9”


 
…Liara felt the ground escape from beneath her bare feet.

How? That couldn’t be right… she knew she had gained weight but that much… “Liara”

How will Shep… “Liara!”

The doctor was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice, she realized that she was sitting on the bed and her arm was firmly held by Shepard. The obese beauty looked at her.

“You gave me a scare here. You know when you said you could use a meal you should have mentioned that you were on the verge of starvation.” said Shepard trying to sound nonchalant.

“Meal… Goddess, Shepard I should immediately go on a proper diet. How can you even look at ....”

“Okay, full stop,” said Elizabeth putting a finger on blue lips.

“Liara, I asked you to put on more weight, I wanted it, you just overshoot a little compared to what you said. Really, compared to the first time I saw you with extra padding it’s nothing. Besides, you look only better.” explained Shepard calmly.

“Liz I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I showed a complete lack of self-control…”

“And you enjoyed it.”

“…not the point. After that little experiment, I was going to lose most of the extra weight. I can’t…”

“Really?” Sheppard gave her pointed, surprisingly serious look. Liara blinked a few times.

“Liara, I can’t tell what exactly you were doing back at the base alone, but every time we had a private vid-call you were practically force-feeding yourself. Cholera, a few times I thought you would burst. But seeing how fast you pile on pounds it couldn’t be that much out of ordinary. And don’t try to tell me you weren’t enjoying it, I know you Liara.”

The doctor blushed, being reminded of her moments of boldness was embarrassing enough. What’s more, looking back, she couldn’t find a proper counterargument.

“Nyxeris…”

“Tried to make you a mindless glutton, yes, probably even partially succeeded. But I read the report on what exactly she was doing, and for all her smarts, your secretary hadn’t come with the idea to brainwash you to like being fat. Tell me…”

Shepard moved and in the next second was kneeling on one leg directly before Liara, to be exact right next to a momentous boulder of flesh. The obese asari blushed, even more so as she realized just how much her blubber was obscuring Elizabeth, who was both exceptionally tall and muscular. The pale woman put her hands on the blue knees, or rather where she suspected Liara’s knees were under all fat and began trailing upwards, deliberately slowly along those smooth, tree-trunk legs until she reached the enormous gut. She began gently fondling the soft mass.

“… do you really dislike this? And no asari propaganda, I want to know what you feel about this. I sure do love more of you.”

Liara’s jaw opened and closed, the automatic reply dying on her lips. With terror, she realized that answer wasn’t as obvious. The obese closed her eyes, trying to filter any previous assumptions she had. Liara had practice and with some time, she managed to. The results were… her expression was unreadable, changing, her jaw was moving, but no words came out, even as her face changed colors and a shine of sweat appeared on it.

When the doctor opened her eyes, Shepard could feel weak shaking spearing through soft adipose. Liara slowly looked at her hands, even her fingers were thicker, almost like sausages, she put them on the pile of flesh that was her stomach. All of this, all this fat was her.

“Goddess…cholera…I-I do like it.”

Her new form was heavy and large, making even the simplest physical activity increasingly hard. Liara knew that only her biotics and exercise (or what she considered to be exercise nowadays) allowed her to be as mobile as she was. 

No matter what her biology suggested by asari standards Liara was a freak, more so than before, and wouldn’t be accepted.

Then why does it feel so good?! Why Liara couldn’t stop this feeling of excitement, dare she admit – arousal, every time she looked at her soft adipose.

The doctor never particularly considered herself to be beautiful or physically attractive before. She never cared much for it either(or so she claimed).

So why did that fat-ridden body of hers was bringing feelings of pride?! Why did this slow, enormous, obese form covered in folds of ripe adipose was making her feel such confidence?

After that realization sunk in, Liara understood, at that very moment, that there was no losing weight for her. Perhaps if she was alone, the doctor would be able to shed some pounds. But with Shepard openly expressing her approval for all this fat…

Liara took several deep breaths, then looked down at the wickedly grinning Shepard. Even now she was feeling her pale finger kneading her smooth belly.

“I… do admit that I may have been in a bit of a denial…”

“A bit?” chuckled the commander. The look that the doctor gave her would crush a lesser being, but Elizabeth kept grinning.

“Liz… this is still new for me, you know I’m not quite as… adaptive as you are. But you’re right, my… newfound curves aren’t as unwelcome as I initially made it out to be. However, given the circumstances, I believe it would be wise for me to slow down, so to speak.” finished Liara. The smile disappeared from Shepard’s face, but only to morph into a thoughtful expression. She also began to slowly lift the blue gut, up and down, like she was trying to measure its weight. That process made purple shades appear on the asari’s face and effectively muted the round matron.

At last, the Spectre stopped, but then she pressed the side of her head into the soft mass and moved her hands to Liara’s side-rolls. At that moment Liara thought she would burst into flames as she felt her lover sink deeply into her stomach.

“You know…” began Shepard, her voice was a bit muffled by the adipose.

“…you could focus on the other side of things as a new hobby before we deal with the Reapers.”

“Wha… what do you mean?” stuttered the young matron. Get yourself together, you’re the Shadow Broker, for Goddess’s sake!

The commander moved face-first into the large gut and Liara yelped as she felt familiar lips near her belly button. Shepard emerged from the mass of flesh, smiling widely, and looked at her love.

“You’re not going to tell me that stretchy suit for Tali, and tons of enriched levo-foods were only for my sake, are you?” asked the spectre and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Well…” Liara stuttered, of course, that is how she was explaining it to herself, but…

“You were also awfully eager to help Miranda with our little masquerade. You do get regular updates with photographic documentation. Our resident cheerleader did round out nicely, don’t you agree?”

“ahhhh…” yes, yes she did, deliciously so.

“Also is it only me or did Khalisah look plump during her latest interviews and what is this I heard about this new peculiar magazine? Those models are quite plum…”

“Enough… where did you hear all of this?” interrupted Liara, her face covered in light purple color.

“Well I do watch the news… also you did give me access to part of your network and… I keep in touch with Eristena.” admitted the Spectre. The immense asari simply puffed her checks. Of course… 

Shepard only smiled wider on that.

“You’re cute when worked up like that. Calm down, we’re both just looking after you. Somebody has to.” 

“And I appreciate it, but I think intruding on my personal matters is hardly necessary. Also implying that, like Nyxeris…”

“Stop right there” interrupted Elizabeth, really it was becoming a theme that day.

“First of all, I’m pretty sure I am your personal matters. Second, as unexpected as it was, I too like to watch fine ladies such as yourself grow nice and soft. So does quite a lot of asari if Mordin’s right. You really want to continue?” reasoned the Spectre with a smug look. 

Liara just exhaled in defeat, not even correcting her lover about Asari's gender. Once again Shepard was right, but this time the denial was completely fake. It was, however, a newly found guilty pleasure of hers, a dirty little secret. Not much of a secret, apparently.

“And you propose that instead of pigging out I found somebody to fatten as a distraction?” asked the soft doctor. Shepard went up from her knees and sat next to her on the bed, their sides touched, or rather Shepard’s side was partially absorbed by Liara’s one and the Spectre’s hand remained on the blue leg that was thicker than her waist.

“You’re already fattening several people as a more "humanitarian" way of dealing with them and that lab of yours. Find somebody to focus on as a pet project. And don’t tell me you’ve not been watching al-Jilani’s interviews for news?” Shepard said and Liara’s plump, blue face blushed slightly. Indeed she did watch several interviews with the insolent journalist, whose chest and middle had been undergoing interesting changes.

“I’m just putting it out there. It’s good to enjoy your work.” added the Spectre with a peaceful smile.

“Not exactly the most moral approach… or healthy.” noticed Liara. This time Elizabeth gave her a heavy look and the obese asari had to mentally yield. They were well past that point.

“Well, seeing as you’re branching out, I have my own proposition – a T’Soni fast-food chain,” said Shepard with a chuckle. Liara blinked, that idea, given the main topic, was both obvious and ludicrous, but…

Her train of thought was quickly obliterated as she realized that Elizabeth had grabbed her arm and the blue, pillowy limb had those two large, pale, perky orbs pressed into it and much skinnier face was close to hers.

“Seeing as we covered everything… I think we should make up for these last few months.” proposed the commander with a sultry smile. Liara soon returned it. With effort, their faces began closing in, and…

*GGRRRROOOOOOOWWLLLLL*

Something akin to a deep rumble rippled through the air and the enormous asari turned reddish-purple. Liara was so focused she had forgotten about her munchies, at least until now.

Now the monstrous orb, that overgrown organ that constantly battled asari’s reason, lousy reminded of its needs, its large needs.

Shepard just laughed and stood up.

“I almost forgot that you’re a growing girl. I could use some chow myself, show me where the canteen is.” said Elizabeth and offered to support her love. Liara was grateful she didn’t have to ask for help, she would probably set herself on flame with embarrassment.

Being supported by the wall of muscle that was the Spectre, the enormous maiden managed to stand up. A large wave moved through the blue flab, most visibly on the enormous gut, ripe chest, and globes of ass-cheeks, but also on the ends of her limbs. Still smiling, but without a word Elizabeth helped her fat lover put on the clothes. Carefully every bulge of fat, every fold and curve was being covered by the fabric. Meanwhile, Liara kept blushing furiously as she was being reminded how much help she needed to somewhat quickly deal with such a basic task. During the entire task, her soft gut kept reminding her of the terrible vacancy inside it. What's worse, all of it was quite… exciting.

Once that was done, the commander put on something more than her shirt. Then hand in hand, the unusual duo set off looking for sustenance.

A lot of it.


 
***

Several hours later


 
The door to Shepard’s temporary quarters opened and two women came in… perhaps two women stumbled in, would be more accurate. It was a strange pair, a quite tall, quarian female, much “thicker” than most of her species, especially around her bottom. She was also swaying quite a lot, seemingly unable to maintain a horizontal position. Her companion was a positively enormous asari, whose every part was encased in a large layer of flab, she was taller than the quarian and while seemed to have less trouble maintaining her standing position, her posture betrayed tiredness.

It was hard to tell who was supporting who, because botch looked ready to fall without support. Still, the explanation of how Tali and Liara found themselves in such a situation was rather mundane. The young maiden had prepared a small celebration for Normandy's crew. It was good to mingle without pretenses, although it had started a bit awkwardly at first. Still, it was a large success, however, come the moment when Tali’s increased bulk hadn’t been enough to shield her from the effects of alcohol. Liara decided it would be wise to escort her to bed. The obese asari was tired, even if her naturally strong head and body weight made sure she was tipsy at most.

Still, the doctor hadn’t been confident to use biotics to support them, so the long trek was challenging. So she made sure her friend (with benefits? Lover? Future co-wife?) didn’t fall over or fall asleep and Tali supported her bulk. It was a team effort.

Shepard wasn’t with them, because the party was still going and Liara had assured her assistance wasn’t necessary. The commander was trying her best to get ** while talking and laughing with others as well as acting as eventual damage control.

Finally, the duo arrived at the bed, nearly tripping on it. The piece of furniture cracked loudly as two overfed beauties landed on it. Liara yawned, once she managed to calm down her breathing, despite her maintained muscles the facility was quite large. Then the doctor rubbed her belly, which had yet to stop jiggling after the fall. She hoped her organ wouldn’t wake her up, the doctor had been eating with moderation during the party, just about twice what Shepard had.

The young matron supposed she should disrobe, but the doctor didn’t want to. One night in clothes wouldn’t do any bad.

She was about to crawl further on the bed when she felt something in her gut. The doctor opened her eyes and looked. Tali was looming over her protruding belly, swaying to the sides, and pressing on the blubber.

“…*hic*… you’re soo soft. I wonder wheeen…*hic* I got to be so big… Hhhhmmm… I probably get bigger but” slurred Tali and patted the obese asari’s middle with a well-heard sound. The young maiden felt her flab jiggle like a miniature sea.

“…*yp*…didya know that I almost gooot ssstuck in maintenance *hic* shaft? A quarian, on a human ship! And I *hic* always bump into things!”

Liara, unsure what to do patted her, almost recoiled when she recognized how much padding there was.

“I’m not so bad.” reassured the doctor. The ** quarian’s attention shifted from her gut to her face.

“Y-Yes *hic* because I’m getting a *hic* fucking overseer station because I’m gooiiing to get too fucking fat!” the loud words were accompanied by vivid gesticulation.

“And, and Shepard! *hic* She is making me like it. Bosh’tet!” With all the ruckus, the engineer’s poor balance failed, the one that had been clutching the blue gut slipped and bootylicious quarian fell on the enormous asari, visor first into the blue valley of cleavage.

*Bbburrrppp*

The sudden weight on her middle forced the accumulated gas to escape through dark lips. She wasn’t even given a chance to blush before Liara realized she was being groped. Tali tried to lift herself up, but between being inebriated and her support being a large, soft, malleable mass - the doctor’s body, it all made sure her attempts were mostly… inadequate.

At last, the ** woman managed to roll herself off the mighty Shadow Broker, who once again in a short time looked like blood was ready to burst from her nose. Tali now decided to cling tighter to her blue, adipose-filled cushion.

“Hmmm… how do you do it?” asked the quarian surprisingly clearer as she snuggled to Liara. The asari felt her adipose being prodded by three-fingered hands.

“What do you mean?” asked the doctor and also embraced Tali. The young matron was beginning to understand her disdain for the suit, for some time she had been wondering how the chubby quarian would feel under her touch.

“*hic* Everything! Oh…Hooow do you put on clothes?” 

Liara wondered for a second, she couldn’t put on clothes as easily like before.

“Carefully and only sitting. I also make sure to keep my wardrobe up to date and all eventual zippers easily accessible. I have more problems with shoes since I can’t exactly bend forward. Nowadays I keep all of them on a tall shelf and have to bend my legs backwards to put them on. Even with a mirror it's tricky… and I need support” explained Liara, suddenly she felt… strange. Openly speaking and admitting how much her fat alerted her life was new.

“Mhmm…showers?” inquired Tali further, it would seem she was now fixated on the topic.

“Well, I have brushes and sponges with long handles. Still, even with them, it takes some time to take care of everything” this strange feeling was growing, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I’m suuure… how about other things? *hic*”

Liara didn’t know why but she felt a strange willingness to continue with this conversation.

“As you probably noticed I can no longer walk normally or rather it’s quite troublesome. I have trouble getting up from deep chairs and beds, also I have to watch if they can support me in the first place. Thankfully I managed to maintain some muscle mass, although the exercises are increasingly troublesome. Everything’s moving and chaf…. Tali?” the doctor stopped, her quarian companion was looking at her intensely with her luminescent eyes.

“You’re enjoying it. All of it” accused the engineer.

“I-I… eh... hardly…” Goddess is it some sort of bully Liara day?!

“Yes *hic*. You are” slurred Tali loudly and slapped the enormous asari. Likely, she had been aiming for ass, but the engineer was unable to reach so her hand reached only the meaty side.

“You keep bragging abbbbout urrrpp… how big and fat you are. More for Shepard huh? I can almost feel you pu-pu-purr” exclaimed the ** quarian and pointed accusingly at Liara’s chest, or rather tried to as she jabbed a side-boob.

The doctor meanwhile went slack-jawed.

Goddess

As much as she hesitated to admit it, the mentioned activities or rater trouble and such direct speaking about them did make her… a bit hot under the collar.

A bit.

“But *hic* but listen I’m going to get as faaattt as you. I wiiillll flaunt my cute butttt tooo”

Liara, a bit more composed, patted her reassuringly.

“I’m sure you will” 

“Sure I will! You two are *hic* making sure of that. I’m going to geettt soo faa…”

Tali's voice quieted down, the young matron felt her body going numb. It would seem that exhaustion and alcohol finally won. The doctor blinked a few times due to the absurdity of the situation before a soft smile crept on her face.

With some effort, she managed to drag her incredible bulk and her suited companion further on the bed. Once that was done, Liara decided to follow in quarian steps. She had a lot to think about but was tired. The doctor was mostly unconscious when Tali again embraced her and sank deeply in her bulk.

No matter. Liara certainly didn’t mind

Nice recap of a Russian movie that features weight gain (I'm not crazy about the ending, a typical clumsy attempt to be simultaneously body-positive and diet-positive, but oh well. The actress is beautiful and there is real weight-gain in this thing. Can't complain!):
 
 

U guys remember the plus size actress from Some Freaks (2016). She is currently one of the main leads in this show which is currently streaming on Hulu. And boy she looks smoking hot.

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
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Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

I made an illustration for the story. Hope you like it!! ^^

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
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Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.
 

The moment I was a paragraph deep into this chapter I hit a MAJOR writer's block, like the moment I sat to it I felt immediately down. Nonetheless, I managed to return to it, I must admit in no small part thanks to an unexpected rush of positive reactions to this mess of fanfic. 
This chapter is... passable, even though my mortal enemies: "inability to create the slightest suspense", "physical descriptions" and "staying on the main topic" struck again.
I hope some of you'll have some brief enjoyment thanks to it. Also HUGE thanks to Hasklet, who managed to find time to proofread this.
 
***
Chapter 27: Demon


 
How did this happen?! What is happening? She feels strange, groggy, but she's soft, warm and soft.

Something changed, when?

Yes, she remembers.

It was months ago on Omega, soon after she had escaped her mother. As much as uncouth the asteroid was, it allowed her to stay low. Plus it was a new experience, being so far from asari space. Despite Omega being seemingly identical to shadier parts of it, there were subtle differences popping up now and then.

And even here were pearls to be found. Poor Nyx is so lonely, so shy and so talented. None of those prideful, self-absorbed fools she had seen in various galleries, who tried to be original, to get five minutes of fame. The girl had a genuine talent.

Oh… the young human was still unsure, skittish, but it was going to pass. She won’t rush her, but Nyx already belonged to her even if she didn’t know it yet.

For now, Morinth was looking to pass the time, maybe a quick fling to sate her.

But instead, she saw her.

The Ardat-Yakshi had her share of asaris; they were probably the majority of her meals. Some were more memorable, others barely snacks.

The asari that she just noticed didn’t look remarkable. Oh, she wasn’t hideous, in fact, the newcomer had quite an attractive face, a simple, but fashionable dress, but nothing out of ordinary.

Well, there was one thing. She couldn’t remember ever before seeing asari that... wide. Oh, there was one of two humans with a similar figure, but none caught her attention.

But this one.. yes. The stout asari moved differently, with confidence and no shame. Curious, seeing as both human females and asari frowned on every extra pound.

Why would she think that? Every asari wanted to…

…she remembered watching the newcomer, assessing her. What she saw was promising.

The Ardat-Yakshi observed only for a bit longer, before coming to a decision. Interesting or not this lamb wasn’t a threat and could provide at least some entertainment. Morinth was a good judge of character…

Soon enough two asari were sitting and chatting. Visar, the newcomer’s name, was a former secretary of some bigwig back in one of the asari core words. Due to the “inappropriate working environment and unsatisfactory salary,” she decided to leave her employment while cashing in compensation by selling her former employer secrets to an info broker. Since then she had pursued a more exciting lifestyle.

She remembers smiling then, the soft asari seemed to have a claw. 

They changed topics. Visar was knowledgeable and had a firm stance on most topics starting with music and clothes, ending with galactic and criminal politics. Not all of them were compatible with the Ardat-Yakshi, but none of them were vague, generalised opinions of somebody not familiar with them or passively agreeing with them or lived passively.

Morinth was grinning under her nose, already feeling anticipation. But would it be a quick snack or something more interesting? She still wasn’t sure.

“You’re an artist?” she asked as soon as she heard that word. Visar smiled with pride.

“Yes, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. I admit my works don’t last, but the impression they leave is unforgettable. And unlike some people, I don’t put form over the core of the matter” explained the former secretary and leaned towards Morinth giving her an eyeful of just how far her chest stretched her dress.

“If you want we can go to my apartment and I can show you,” said the plump asari with a wink.

The Ardat-Yakshi grinned.

They went to Visar’s apartment. It was one of the “nice” ones, not too far from the dark-clad asari’s one, actually. Inside was tastefully furnished, but Morinth saw no exposition, no examples of paintings, sculptures, or anything of sorts.

“Please sit down. It’s hard to get proper materials in this hole, but I believe I have something just for you” informed Visar and disappeared into the… kitchen. Still, the slimmer asari took the place by the table, even if this turns to be a disappointment it still is more entertaining than lounging in Afterlife.

The wait stretched, interrupted only by occasional, eager shouts from the host and sounds of cooking. Despite amusement at Visar’s antics, Morinth was getting bored and was about to explore the apartment when the plump asari returned carrying two, steaming platters with her “art”.

“I thought starting simple would be best.” informed the chubby asari with a smile as she placed the first dish before Morinth. It was clearly pasta with strange, dense, and sticky gravy, although it did taste appetising. Next to it landed some sort of cutlet with dumplings, all of this covered in a dark gravy. The black-clad asari felt surprised, surely Visar didn’t think she would eat all of this.

“You said you lived mostly in asari space, so you may not recognize some of the ingredients, I use a lot of human ones. But if they know one thing it's cooking. Try it and I dare you to say you tasted anything much better. I’ll go wipe up a dessert.” said Visar with determination, not once stopping for a second and imminently disappearing in the kitchen.

Yes… her “art” aside, this one had character… Now should she invest some more time in her or not? Decisions… Decisions… 

Then Morinth stopped in her tracks, gobstruck, just after taking the first bite.

What… is this?!

She took another portion of pasta, and another… and another.

Quickly enough she realised Morinth realised her face was stuffed as she wasn’t able to swallow nearly as quickly. But it was sooo good.

Now while she was a lover of fine, if unique, art pieces, the asari would admit she was no gourmet, even if she had a fine palette. The Ardat-Yakshi remembered she had seen little point in it, it was just food.

“…hungry”

This… masterpiece was better than any cuisine she had tried back in asari space.

Nearly **, the black-clad asari inhaled the steaming, gooey ambrosia. The last bite was so big she thought it was going to rip her gullet. It was amazing.

The blue face twisted into a blissful smile, usually reserved for the aftermath of her true meals. Never before had the sensual asari suspected simple sustenance could bring near orgasmic pleasure.

Then her eyes snapped open with realisation. The increasingly intruding host left her another dish. Almost immediately Morinth began cutting the cutlet.

She wasn’t hungry as she packed a piece of meat dripping with gravy into her mouth, in fact, she was more than full. But the predatory maiden wasn’t one to deny herself pleasures of the flesh. Besides, a bit of discomfort or even pain always made the experience even better.

So Morinth happily stuffed herself with dumplings and meat that was dripping with gravy. The asari face twisted in ecstasy as she ate, almost moaning, even though the discomfort that was pulsing from her midriff. It was the first instance in a long time since she was reminded of just how tight her outfit was.

With a groan, but satisfied, the Ardat-Yakshi put cutlery on the now empty plates and wiped her mouth. 

“I hope that dealt with your mistaken opinion about my talents?” said Visar with a mischievous smile, carrying a desert bowl from the kitchen.

“…urp… I must admit that I needed to rectify certain assumptions.” yielded the black-clad asari as she looked at the bowl that had been placed before her. Inside there were a few orbs, some brown and some red.

“Ice-cream” informed the soft maiden. Morinth looked at her inquiringly, while the substance was clearly cold, it didn’t resemble frozen treats she was familiar with.

“Traditional human ice cream. Much more delicate than frozen liquids. But the necessary ingredient is milk from earthly bovine and so far I was unable to find a substitute, so you better appreciate it.” explained the big-boned asari with a wink as she sat near her guest.

The older asari took a cautious spoonful of the brown bowl. It was cold and delicious, reminding her of another human delicacy that took asari space by the storm, chocolate. The other balls had unknown, but clearly fruity, sweet-bitter flavour, but were nonetheless scrumptious.

After a gruelling battle, the seductive asari managed to deal with the dessert without shoving discomfort. Enjoying it she may be, she wouldn’t allow herself to show weakness. The monastery escapee couldn’t remember when she had indulged herself like this before.

Morinth glanced to the side. It would seem her host had finished earlier and was occupying herself watching her guest eat with a sultry expression.

“I apologise for my earlier misgivings. You are an artist, a talented one. Now, how about I show you my skills as well as express my gratitude.” said Morinth, giving the chubby asari a smile that had melted many, many others in the past.

Who knows, maybe she would have one more meal that day?


 
***


 
She didn’t.

Visar was an apt, confident companion and her presence came with many benefits. Morinth visited her again only two days later, again greeted by a feast. As far as the Ardat-Yakshi knew nowhere on Omega she could get such fine cuisine, and the ruby maiden was also a connoisseur of other vices. She was quite familiar with excellent and exotic alcohols as well as drugs, even if it was food that was her main focus.

So not a week after their initial meeting the predatory asari was an almost everyday visitor in Visar’s abode, and after every visit, she regretted not wearing something looser as every time she partook in culinary decadence. 

Oh, Morinth wasn’t freeloading, she graced her new… companion with all attention she deserved, and visits ended in very, very heated make-out sessions. Though the black-clad had to admit that she often napped after meals(it wasn’t a food coma), which further lengthened her stay.

In fact, the Ardat-Yakshi spent so much time with Visar, that she was neglecting her little human artist. But it didn't matter, Nef would need only an excuse and a show of affection to fall into her arms later.

The plump asari was much more captivating prey. By no means, there was no danger of her slipping away. Morinth was already seeing as she was being hooked on. But the cook was somebody to savour and simply an interesting conversationalist. 

The black-clad asari was going to remember her fondly.

Not two weeks passed and this time Visar was going to be a guest.

The plump asari greeted her host with a smile and… two large bags in her hands?

“I dread to think what you are feeding yourself so I come prepared.” explained the maiden with a wink and the predatory asari caught a delicious whiff.

For now, she put the bags out and Morinth began to show her some of her keepsakes until they settled on the couch. The events took on a very pleasant turn when the big-boned asari proposed something.

“How about a massage? I worked in a few resorts before settling in Nos Astra.” asked Visar with a sultry look.

Mmmm… two can play this game…

The seductive asari disrobed herself, slowly, deliberately, and with dash with fanfare. Only suggestive lingerie remained, it wouldn’t be good to show all the goods right away, after all. 

On another note, she would have to have words with her washhouse. The ardat-yakshi paid them good money, but lately, her clothes felt a bit too tight.

She was laid across the couch and the plump asari started. The maiden put her hands on Morinth’s feet and oooohhhhhh…

Who would think feet could so good?

After a few minutes, Visar moved up, fairly quickly dealing with well-sculpted legs and focusing on the lying asari’s back. That’s when the fun really started.

The blue seductress was honestly impressed as she experienced increasing waves of pleasure. She had had a massage a few times in the past, but none of the people serving her had been so enthusiastic. Sure the skilled hands wandered in a few places the Ardat-Yakshi were sure they weren’t supposed to, but she didn’t mind. She was too focused on those warm hands and their abilities…

Morinth didn’t know when she dozed off, but it had to be during the massage. Almost immediately she forced herself awake and threw the blanket away… blanket?

Yes, she was sleeping under a blanket, one of hers in fact, but Visar was nowhere in sight.

Nice or not if that fat bitch was going to screw her…

Then the seductress heard something in the kitchen. Carefully she made her way there still almost naked. She took a stance in the entrance so she had a good position in case of an emergency.

Visar was rummaging through her kitchen like it was normal, two familiar bags, now empty, were on the counter.

“Here you are,” said the maiden as she noticed her host.

“You dozed off halfway, but after having such tense muscles it’s no wonder. On another note considering what you seem to be feeding yourself I’m surprised you manage to function. Now I’ll have something properly made in about a quarter.”…and with that, she turned back to the counter.

Morinth’s first reaction was annoyance, but almost immediately it was replaced by amusement and satisfaction. Visar had character, but at the same time, she didn’t even think of betraying her. The Ardat-Yakshi went back and put clothes back on. For the principle of it, she checked her apartment, but nothing had changed. Good.

Twenty minutes later she was welcomed by a feast brought by her guest and a few ingredients from her fridge. And like in the days before she ended up stuffed on the couch.

Morinth didn’t look, otherwise, she may have noticed that her stomach stuck out a bit farther than after the first time she had dined with Visar.


 
***


 
Like before those meetings were becoming more regular and soon enough it was more common for Visar to be in Morinth’s apartment than anywhere else. To be honest the seductress was spending more and more time indoors as well.

What's to be done? Her newest victim was providing entertainment without having to go anywhere. She had an admirable, albeit digital, collection of foreign vids and art, mostly human ones. It was truly staggering what she was missing in asari space. Upon multiple closed inspections, the maiden softer body was surprisingly alluring, those expanded curves had something strangely appealing.

There were other factors. For one, Visar was a surprisingly good house maker. The Ardat-Yakshi found it by accident when for some reason or another she had to leave the apartment. Her guest decided to kill time cleaning as she decided the rooms were in need of it. As days went by similar talents were uncovered.

Of course each time the tubby asari claimed that it was only one time and she wasn’t going to repeat that. And of course, it took a few sweet words and skin contact for Visar to do just that again, and again, and again.

Slowly but surely, the seductress was gaining herself an extremely capable servant on her beck and call.

Finally, there was food. *”…so hungry”*

The dinners weren’t the only meal Visar was good at. Being welcomed by a homemade breakfast in bed was a very pleasant way to learn it. As the maiden's visit quickly stretched, Morinth learned that her guest was more than able and willing to provide every meal.

In a month's time, the Ardat-Yakshi managed to acquire an interesting and incredibly useful, if effectively almost completely subservient, follower.

She didn’t realise when and just how quickly Visar moved in, but she didn’t fight it. Why would she, after all, if the bottom-heavy maiden seemed to have good instincts, she was clearly no fighter, unlike Morinth. Her presence equaled a constantly tidy apartment, menial tasks taken care of, and supply of new bodily pleasures.

…and the food.

”…food”*

Her pet was insistent to feed her properly, and the seductress wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it seemed to have positive effects.

Around the time Visar became a permanent addition to her apartment, came the long-awaited moment. Morinth’s bust had visibly surpassed her mother and her bottom also grew. She had long since expected(dreamed) for this to happen. After all, she was superior to that numbskull Justicar in every way.

“What’s this?” asked Morinth as she looked at the inconspicuous item. It was a see-through hose with a funnel at the end.

“Beer funnel. From what I know they were used on livestock, but they were repurposed. Humans use them during parties, sometimes even compete over how much alcohol they can drink that way. Though I personally prefer something sweet mixed with crushed Hallex and a dash of red sand. Want to give it a try?” replied the maiden with a saucy smile.

Who would have thought that humans would come up with an idea to directly insert alcohol and drugs to one’s stomach through a tube, or even make a contest out of this? The seductress was sceptical at first, but she wasn’t one to back down and as later turned down…

“Chug, chug, chug!!!” chanted Visar loudly in the rhythm of the music as she poured more of the sweet, narcotic concoction inside the funnel.

Morinth did chug. Sitting in her panties alone, a trail of substance leaking from the corner of her lips and borderline moaning, she was finishing another cup in the row. The ardat-yakshi was in ecstasy as one hand groped her breast and second her distended belly. The mix that poured provided a wonderful buzz and that strange painfully/pleasure that was coming from her throbbing stomach was glorious and at the moment the lustful asari felt her stomach touch the tip of her lap, she almost came. 

…the experience was quite encouraging.

The side effect of all of this was that, after a few weeks, Morinth remained largely at home, but fairly quickly her yearning for partying crows dimmed. After all, she had everything she needed and desired at home.

“Why would we need to go to Afterlife?” asked the maiden as she adjusted the audio system. Lately, she’s been playing some instrumental tunes when they were at home, apparently, it helped her with cooking. Morinth wasn’t a fan of calm, casual tunes, but this one was… passable.

“To mingle, dear.” replied the seductress with a smirk and frowned a little as she put her pants on. They were too tight even by her standards, she was going to smother that quarian and not in a pleasant way.

“You know…” 

Music changed, it was the same tune, but it's tones changed, become more pronounced. The usually black-clad asari felt her guest as she moved on the bed behind her. Soon, soft hands began roaming the, still bare, upper part of Morinth's body.

“…we could mingle here. Only two of us, where there’s no tasteless music and simpletons”

The seductress let out a low moan as Visar’s hands did her magic. The masseur's words did make a lot of sense…

“There are diamonds in the rough. I did find you there.” replied the half-clothed asari, but there wasn’t a trace of her usual conviction in her voice.

“But you have those lackeys, sorry, spotters who point anyone interesting to you. You’re Morinth, you shouldn’t be going out there to look for people, they need to come to you. If they’re bland and ignored by your people or ignore invitation they aren’t worth your time. Besides, I am here.” purred the maiden. 

The Ardat-Yakshi was panting, her guest’s words seemed to stroke every right part of her mind. Same with her fingers.

“Also I just got my hands on a shipment of toffee chocolates. We wouldn’t want them to go stale now would we?”

In this very moment, the seductress's mouth filled with saliva and her stomach released a rumbling sound. With that what was left of her resistance crumbled. Ten minutes later she was lying in bed as she stuffed herself full of sweets. The maiden next to her kept talking sweetly and the music played on.

More changes followed.

Clothes, in house, were becoming a thing of the past. The moment they both were in the apartment they became an obstacle in impromptu make-out sessions or massages. Not to mention it was much more fun to clean any food stains from their bodies than from fabric.

“Some chocolate dripped on your belly. Allow me…” purred Visar as she leaned towards her host.

Mmmm… Also having to deal with shrinking clothes was a pain. The ardat-yakshi would have “words” with laundry employers, but the issue was resolved once her guest started washing them.

It had nothing to do with this bulge that seemed to appear in her middle, despite the tricks her eyes were playing on her.

In short, Morinth was immensely enjoying her new prey. She hoped she didn’t grow bored with her quickly.

Especially as her day now consisted of conversation, watching vids, being massaged, and making out. 

…and eating. *”…foood”*

Then again those activities weren’t exclusive. The seductress was being provided with delicious substances all the time. She snacked during vids and conversations, even during massages. Hmm… licking Visar’s body clean of various sweet creams and having her stomach pumped full of various substances was also an… interesting experience.

It was a good thing too, lately, Morinth was experiencing munches and happily devoured every delicious morsel placed before her. The tiniest part of her mind noted that the portions seemed to increase in size, but she chose to ignore it, the food was delicious. With her own competitive steak, that meant that every next day she was stuffing more and more food into her gullet.

The bedroom was filled with the hum of vid currently being played, but much more prominent were the sounds of feverish consumption. Morinth half-sat half-laid in bed before her was set a special, large tray, table with an assortment of plates, most empty by now. The asari was long past full, but that day Visar had outdone herself(just like the day before, and the one before him and all previous ones). Besides, she wasn’t going to be defeated by food.

But then the younger asari strode in.

“For the next course I prepared my own spin on Shirvan, the fishes are from salarian, but their flavouring ought to be an interesting contrast to spices. Still, it’s spicy so I made something to wash it down” said the maiden with a wide smile as she placed a platter full of fish and grilled vegetables on the table as well as a fresh creamy shake. She took some of the dirty dishes and went back.

The ardat-yakshi hesitated for the second before the aroma invaded her nose. Then she continued, no meal was going to triumph over Morinth, no matter how delicious.

Soon the seductress realised she didn’t need to even move from the bed as Visar brought everything obediently to her. As time went by she was losing motivation to go. 

It was gradual, but the bed was becoming the center of Morinth activities nowadays, but she still strolled through the apartment. However she was losing energy to do so, Visar was going to come back with everything the ardat-yakshi needs, so why bother? Isn’t it better to stay watch something, listen deeper into that soothing tune and eat some of those marvellous snacks? Her escapades beyond her warm nest were getting limited to the bathroom, occasionally dining room, but only when she had to. The seductress' limbs were sluggish lately when she had to move.

Quickly enough Morinth didn’t find it in herself to even think about going to the loud, filthy bars.

One of those exhausting excursions, by accident, a mere chance she looked in the mirror and froze.

Morinth's body was a pinnacle of asari beauty - A flawless, pure, blue skin with a few minor scars, easy to conceal or use to entice. Generous, shapely breasts that the goddess herself would be jealous of, that had been attracting gazes of all, regardless of species or gender. Her waist was slim, with enough muscles to tempt, but never to be considered repelling. The shapely back ended with a well-toned butt, that made sapients trip as they tried to follow it with their gaze as she passed by. Not quite as outstanding as her chest, but still putting the works of finest Thessian sculptors to shame. Her legs were long and nimble, with lean muscles covering her, similarly her arms. Finally, there was her face, the only thing(hardly) she enjoyed having inherited from her mother. Unlike her, she knew how to use it.

This, however, wasn’t what she saw in the mirror.

Her chest was much larger(good) than she remembered, almost overflowing her newly bought bra. The cheekbones on her face were much less pronounced, cheeks much more fuller and there was something under her chin. The slender waist was no more and… was her belly sticking out? …was it hanging!? Why was her ass so large?! Why were her limbs so wide? Her thighs were touching?!

This… This was…

… wonderful!

Morinth grinned and grabbed her inflated breast and ass. Finally, she was gaining some mass. The predatory asari couldn’t stand that, because of her constant travelling and escapes, so because her mother, the damned justicar, couldn't develop a proper body.

She had been constantly burning calories. But no more, the ardat-yakshi at long last was putting on some luscious fat…

Wait… her grin cracked…something wrong?... Morinth’s mind felt muddled, there was something…

“Morinth…? Here you are.” a voice interrupted the bare asari’s train of thought. She turned to the source and saw Visar with a grin and a box in her hands.

“You know…? If you wanted to relieve stress you could just ask. Now come I opened the box of donuts and they are positively divine”

The seductress wanted to say something but she had a scrumptious, sweet, frosting-covered shoved into her mouth. She realised that her tummy was terribly empty.

Morinth quickly devoured the donut, licked her lips clean from frosting, and followed her guest back to bed. Whatever she was thinking must have been irrelevant.

The next weeks turned into a routine but were no less delightful.

The seductive asari’s appetite was great. Despite an almost challengingly increasing amount of goodies Visar was cooking, Morinth, as expected, was able to finish it all, snacks included.

All of this was doing wonders to her figure. Unless purposefully put apart, her upper legs always touched and her belly expanded at least two inches in diameter. It even began forming two lovely rolls, starting at her sides. Of course, there was also Morinth’s pride and joy, her breasts, which remained her most prominent feature.

Hah….if mother could see her now, she would drop dead from jealousy, before she could do anything else. Those glorious mounds all but obscured her view of her feet. Even her belly wasn’t able to match it in how far they stuck out. The ardat-yakshi almost pitied her pet who provided her with bras. The panties in the correct size were easier to acquire if barely, but that cushioning improved vastly.

For some reason every now and then she felt…

Morinth was energetically shoving daunts with fruit-fillings to her eager mouth. She was hungry, it was good her pet had a pre-breakfast snack ready for her.

In a break to wash down pasties with a shake, she glanced down. Like always he was half-lying so ardat-yakshi had a relatively good view on her body, despite her large, heavy chest. Beyond it, she saw her growing, flabby gut and her wide, brushing legs…

And that what I’m feeling under my face…a second chin…?

“Dear? Morinth?...”

She froze as understanding dawned on her as she put the cup down. What was she doing those last months? Why?

“…Shit”

Confusion was giving place to rage. Who?! How?!

The asari was about to storm off her bed, her senses began gasping around her surroundings… but in that moment it seemed to drill into her brain.

No, she…

The Ardat-Yakshi’s features softened, became hollow. She sat back down, simply staring before herself.

Visar entered her field of view with a wide smile on her face, a fake one, but a few would notice. The maiden held a small device in one hand, with the second she took something from a pocket. The revived vial was put under the “host’s” nose. The sharp smell seemed to untangle her mind, making everything simple.

“Repeat and remember,” ordered the chef softly.

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat”

“Fat is beautiful, fat is desirable, all asari want to be fat” repeated Visar, almost confused. It was obvious after all.

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for you”

“Physical work, fighting is for peasants and simpletons. Not for me” Morinth felt amusement. Why would she burn precious calories?

“You’re too small. You need to grow fatter”

“I’m too small. I need to grow fatter”… annoyance, she needed to be bigger, heavier.

“You trust me. You are going to eat everything I make”

“I trust you. I’m going to eat everything you make”… the grooving asari lips tugged slightly upwards.

“Stop. You are hungry. When I snap my fingers, you are going back to eating and forget what happened”

Morinth nodded slowly.

The thinner asari took the vial away and exhaled. She went back to her previous position, picked up the tray, deactivated the sound, and snapped her fingers…

The ardat-yakshi blinked, slightly disoriented… What happe...?

“Mooorinth. I made pancakes”

…the voice and smell had her immediate attention. At last! Those donuts weren’t going to last much longer.

…strange.

Perhaps it was the first sign of that annoying illness she caught. Morinth developed a high temperature and felt tired all the time. Visar identified it as “common cold”, a human virus, perfectly harmless, but if asari got it, they carried it much longer than humans.

“Common cold”…tsk... they might as well call it illness, thought the seductress angrily as she finished the last serving of lunch and stroked her gut. There was still some space left inside, fortunately, Morinth already saw her pet approaching with steaks.

Still, she was already feeling increasing drowsiness. The damned cold considerably cut her time awake and even then she didn’t feel fully conscious and fever wasn’t helping. Thankfully Visar was always ready with a meal, something amusing to watch, and snacks.

Thanks to it her figure kept blooming. Every now and then, when she went to the bathroom or the table, the seductress felt how heavier her body felt, how much of her flesh was rubbing. Sometimes, Morinth felt like she was forgetting something, like an itch at the back of her mind, but it was always quickly buried under either sleep or hunger.

Days went by, slowly getting better. The most noteworthy was the new funnel, the thinner asari something used on her mistress. It had a lever that allowed for denser liquids to be poured. It was amazing.

Until now.

Morinth just finished dinner. Her breasts grew to the size of two ripe melons, normally obscuring everything below. The two thick folds of her soft stomach were visible only thanks to an enormous food baby residing inside it. She wasn’t able to see further, but she felt her thighs touching, despite them being slightly split. Every time the fat asari ate, she could feel the thick layer of adipose on her forearms. Finally, there was her prominent second chin.

But the Ardat-Yakshi self-admiration was cut short as she was claimed by sleep. This time it felt different, longer. Also, her dreams usually were more.. steamy… but this time she dreamt of floating, of conversations in the room next to her. For a while she felt cold. And almost immediately she felt hungry, ravenous.

Then Morinth slightly opened her eyes and … Falere? Rila?

With her half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t be sure, but the two figures over her seemed to be her (missed, dear) sisters and the place she was in wasn’t her apartment, that much the seductress was sure

The confusion and panic rose in her.

What the fuck was happening? Is that still a dream? Why are my sisters here? Why are they so thin? Where am I?

By the Goddess, am I back in…?!

But before any coherent thought or observation could be made, Morinth realised something that had long since been trying to get her attention. 

She was ravenous, starving.

The Ardat-Yakshi couldn’t remember ever being that hungry, the vacuum inside her stomach seemed ready to collapse on itself. Her empty gut released a thunderous growl.

“H…Hungry” wheezed the fat asari. She was as weak as a newborn, but she had to eat, she needed food.

Both asari next to her seemed to smile. One (Rila? Those white markings…) gently placed a hand on her head(the touch was familiar, too familiar). The second turned around and put a large cup with a straw next to Morinth lips

The famished asari barely managed to grasp the tube and with effort started to suck on it. Soon the familiar, thick concoction reached her mouth, seemingly doubling her strength.

“It’s alright Morinth, we’re here.” reassured Rila and rubbed her crest. 

For the oldest siblings, her words were akin to a descendent echo. Her mind was focused on two things – to drain the sweet substance as quickly as possible and thinking if there were more.

She had to have more.


 
***


 
“That will be it. Whether or not they hold her here is another matter, but it should be much easier now.” said Shepard as they watched as the fugitive asari was being taken out of cryo and placed on the medical bed with the attendance of her sisters.

She and Samara were in a remote room overviewing the main courtyard, which acted as a “visitor center” for guests, as rare as they were.

The spectre cut the view on the console once the operation was concluded. Samara was silent the whole time, then she walked to the panoramic window and after several seconds spoke.

“I admit that I still have my doubts about the way my daughter was captured, using the aid of criminals… it’s unbecoming. There is also the dilemma whether sending Morinth to Goddess’s embrace wouldn’t be an ultimately better choice.” the justicar mused emotionlessly, but then her lips tugged up for a second and face softened, if only a fraction.

“However... I’m glad. My quest has come to an end. Even if Morinth decides to flee again, years shall pass before she’ll regain her strength, and from what I heard the sanctuary security was greatly improved in her absence. I can face our adversaries without a doubt in mind.”

“That’s good. Especially, since I can’t even try being overly optimistic about our chances of survival.” replied Shepard, joining her by the window.

“Now, you probably have something to do or people to visit here without me tailing you. I’ll go to the shuttle, give me a message when you’re ready to leave or if you want to stay longer” said the commander with, she hoped, an encouraging smile.

“Oh, yes. She most definitely does, although you’re welcome here as well commander. We are honoured to have the hero of Citadel” a pleasant( a little too much) voice prevented Samara from saying anything.

But then the strangest thing happened. The pleasant tones mode the hardened justicar jerked and her face showed a look of genuine terror for a second. Now Elizabeth wasn't claiming to know Samara's ins and outs. She was only a human(ń̸̛͔̣̟̪͉̦͕̪̖͚͚̾̾̓ͅe̴̯̙̲̟̯̦̳͎̝̖̩̦̻̿̓̓͋ẅ̵̢̢̨̧̻̘̱̠̼̲̳̟̤͇̞́̎̽̇͂̈́̏̑̄̒͌̂̒̚͠b̷̢̧̛̦͚̝̺̘̼͜͠o̸̢̨̡͚̖͓̣̙̠͈̱̾͒̅̃̓̂̎̽̾̃̔̿̈́̕͜r̶̨̝͖̟̦͙̜̯͖͇͙̳̬̤̋̐̐́͘n̶̨̢̢̢̠̙͔̆ ̵̡̻̺̝̜̜̤͇͕͇͇̓̈́̋̐̽́̊͘͝ͅf̸̨̯̘̪̰͕͑̌́̋̈̉̃̈͗͌͘͝͝͝ȑ̸̛̞̞̱̖̆̈́̃̔̽͒̚̕o̸̹̜͕̥̫͖̺͔̓͗̿̈́̑̀͊m̷͔̬͐̇ ̵̨̘̼̑̃ͅb̶̛̝̹̺̒̅̈́͂̀̍̑͒̈́̂̈̍e̵̢̨̮̥̙̩͕̫̦͚̲͖̫͐̀̍͒͗y̸̺̆̾͋̽͗͋̀́͂͗̾͂̀̀͝ǒ̷̾̍̔̃̽̅̅́̓̋̇͂̚͜͝n̸̨̨̛̳̙̱̝̻̊̓͂͛̉d̴̨̯̤͇̻͕͉̮̹͊͛̌̄̅̈́) and her companion was older than a fair share of Earth’s governments and countries. But the commander had led her to places only idiots weren’t feeling a tint of fear, even Samara admitted to it, but it never broke her composure.

They turned around, the human quicker than the justicar. Next to the door stood two asari. The one closer to them was matriarch or at least in advanced matron stage, had skin in the colour of Earth’s sky on a sunny day. She was a bit shorter and stouter than Samara, on a pleasant, smiling face with dimples, with a modest, dotted paint on the forehead. Her attire was typical for the place's inhabitants, save for a few ornate symbols. Something about her was familiar to the woman.

Her companion, who stood a step after her, was clearly a maiden. The young asari had a neutral expression and typical dress, her skin had a lilac hue and lacked any paint.

“But where are my manners? I'm Shiava T’Serra, the acting mother superior of this fine monastery” the older asari introduced herself and offered her hand. Shepard accepted, trying to summon a polite smile. Even without scars, she wasn’t good at it.

They exchanged polite greetings and the local official turned her attention to Samara, who was trying hard not to show nerves.

“My love,” she said and hugged justicar… was she groping her? 

“Beloved… It’s hardly appropriate…” whimp… noted Samara once they parted, but the mother superior was still holding her hands.

“Surely a reunion of bond mates after such a long time can be excused. After all, the commander was obviously informed that the father of your children was here, wasn’t she?`` The shorter asari’s expression was unchanged, but there were strange sparks in her eyes.

Ooohhhh… Elizabeth barely managed to keep her face straight.

“Also, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear a few peculiar things. A suicide mission? Killing our eldest is a better option?”

Elizabeth always admired people who could threaten others with a sincere-looking smile.

“I swore the third Oath of Submission…” began the justicar and paused, palling even further. Her bondmate's face twitched.

“Oh… of course.” Shiava let go of Samara’s hands and turned to the maiden.

“Vonet, please show the esteemed justicar the way to her quarters. She surely wants to review logs left by other members of the order as well as a look at the renovations.” said the matriarch and the younger asari nodded. The light-skinned asari turned back to her bondmate.

“Please rest, you’ll meet with girls during the meal and after that, you’ll tell me everything” informed the mother superior.

“Actually, we're short on time…” tried Samara.

“Surely the commander can extend your stay to a day or a bit longer? I think I heard something similar already.” asked the shorter asari focusing her attention on the spectre with a smile. Shepard saw the pictures of Morinth when she was looking at her victim and suddenly saw the family resemblance, even though their eldest could pass as her mother’s twin.

“At this point, I see no problem. But I’ll have to contact Normandy and we can’t stay longer than two standard days tops.” replied the woman politely.

The justicar was defeated. She nodded and followed the youngest asari, leaving Shepard alone with her bondmate.

The asari looked back at Elizabeth once the door closed, her smile was smaller but much more real and a bit tired.

“I love her, but sometimes I feel like head-butting a warlord in frustration.” and with that sat in one of the nearby chairs and focused on her guest, who was leaning on the window.

“Commander, I gather you and Sam are working together for a relatively short, but eventful time. I would like to know how it came to pass and what my idiot bondmate was getting into.” requested the asari firmly.

Shepard considered it for a few seconds before explaining. About her objective, about how she contacted Samara and what had happened since then. Of course, the spectre was sharing only information connected to the justicar and still withhold some, and… downplayed others.

Shiava listened in silence, only occasionally did her expression betray emotions. Once Shepard finished she walked up to her and… hugged Shepard, tightly.

“It seems you’re the main reason why my daughter lives and why my love didn’t have to kill her. Thank you.” said the matron as she clung to Elizabeth.

“Ehhh… it’s nothing.” replied the spectre. She was extremely uncomfortable. Even ignoring their height difference which made the position awkward, the tall woman wasn’t used to maternal affections.

Once free, the spectre couched and composed herself.

“Ma’am, I’ll be honest. Considering what your daughter was doing I wasn’t against killing her. But Samara is a valuable member of the team and I can’t have her doubting herself. No matter what she believes I don’t think that killing Morinth would leave her unaffected.”

The asari looked at her and nodded with a small smile.

“That’s fair, commander and I commend your honesty, it’s a rare trait nowadays, especially amongst those walls. I’ll be honest as well: I couldn’t care less. Morinth is my child and if I had to choose between her life and those people that died I would have killed them myself.” admitted the matriarch.

“I know how this sounds but…”

“I understand.” and she did. Perhaps not strictly the ancient asari's emotions, but the sentiment. Shepard would have a similar stance if it was somebody from her crew(at least most of them). Besides who was she, the Butcher, to judge?

The asari looked her in the eyes and smiled.

“You continue to surprise me, commander. If it’s any comfort, our daughter's misdeeds aren’t as monstrous as Sam paints them to be.” said the mother superior, again sitting comfortably in the chair. Elizabeth gave her questioning look.

“Suffice to say, our daughters got a tendency for dramatics from Samara. I’m sure she graced you with the story about Morinth “enthralled” a small colony that almost bordered Traverse and had had sacrifices being made. From what I gathered the enthralment was caused by almost miraculous defence from slavers and “sacrifices” were completely willing and aware of consequences. I’m not saying that she had any right to exploit the situation like that, but there was little manipulation on her part. And surely Morinth didn't have them protect her. I had it checked.” her smile faded and her look became distant

“Sam certainly didn’t have to slaughter almost the entire population, and believe me that trend is constant. Most of the destruction and deaths that are attributed to my oldest are largely caused by her being hunted. Nor like Sam or any justicar would admit it. You understand what I’m saying, commander?”

“History is written by the victors. Narrative as well.” confirmed the spectre, liking the situation less and less with every second. Aside from getting addicted to deadly melding and its consequences, Shepard didn’t disagree with Morinth’s actions. In her place, she would have fled as well.

“Well said… eh.. the sad thing is my love genuinely believes it as well. Considering she’s one of the sensible Justicars around is a sobering thought... But enough about if, today’s a good day, my daughter is back, alive in more than good health and I learned how to keep it that way.” exclaimed the asari with a chuckle and pulled a small flask seemingly from the thin air. She took a sip, then put it on the table and pushed it towards the human.

”I would throw a party, but my bosses and Sam would throw a fit.”

“Aren’t you the mother superior? And do you intend to keep using the same… means that were used to capture Morinth?” asked Shepard as she sat down and took a sip. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but strength and purity first class. Definitely not a store-bought liquid.

“The monastery falls under justicar order jurisdiction, generously supported by the government and various wealthy matriarchs. I’m an over-glorified babysitter for the entire place. I just deal with everyday running, but any serious decisions have to be accepted by higher-ups. I won’t tell you what dealing with them is like or we would spend several hours here” replied the matron and took another sip of alcohol.

“You aren’t the most like Asari your age, are you?” asked Elizabeth with a mischievous smile.

This time the matron actually laughed.

“…ha…ehhh. No, I’m not. As for your second question…”

The matron was still smiling, but her gaze became sharp, focused as she looked into the spectre's eyes.

“I love my children, over the centuries here I began loving all of my charges almost like them. I hate this place, it's all but everything wrong with Asari society in a pill, and I don’t have any means to change it. I can’t help my girls escape, for most it would be a death sentence, for rest life on the run, and likely eventual addiction. You wouldn’t believe how far I’m permitted to go to keep my children locked here. I could dose them all with drugs on a daily basis and as long as it was kept “orderly” I would be well within my competencies.“

She took a long jarring swing and passed it to the human Shepard accepted.

“I read what your associate provided us with. Fascinating read and propositions. I understand that in the original plan Morinth was supposed to end much heavier for several reasons, but you were pressed for time. By the way, thanks to you she looks much healthier, thank you for that. Please imagine all those methods that you gave me and apply them to this place. With minimal coercion at the beginning, I can make sure my maiden charges almost naturally change into calmer matrons, that are too busy eating or feeding to be bored, too heavy and lazy to consider escape.”

Shiava took the flash and shook it. The container was empty.

“That’s why Commander, I’m going to happily turn all my children into blobs of fat if that means they are healthy, safe and happy here under my watch.”

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the flash to make a fully grown asari **, besides the matron gaze was fully lucid. Shepard understood two things. One, who’s responsible for Morinth’s personality. Two, her conventionalist was a very interesting person.

The spectre pulled her own, bigger flask as well as a special communicator. With a smile, she pushed them towards the asari.

“Try it, it’s my personal brew and plies keep the com. I think we should keep in touch. Samara will have an easier time calling and there are a few people you should meet” said Elizabeth with a voice as sweet as honey.


 
***


 
Buzz of omnitool woke up Nyxeris. She turned around and rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. It had been several hours since she had handed the ardat-yakshi to Shepard and Broker’s vessel began a venture to some remote resort at the edge of asari space, name just slipped her mind. The asari wasn’t able to get much sleep, she had been too busy writing the detailed report.

The moment she read who was calling she was immediately awake. A second later, Nyxeris was sitting next to a console to which she rerouted the call.

“Observer. Summary of latest assignment” the distorted voice commanded, making the asari shudder.

“Upon arriving on Omega I established a proper history and base. After a few local days, I managed to contact the target and establish an appropriate relationship as well as introduce an initial dose of chemicals. At the time her weight was 124 pounds with noticeable muscle mass included. Thus Phase one was concluded.” Started the operative and took a quick sip of water.

“Phase two. I began gaining the target's trust, providing her with new dosages of drugs, and began the use of subliminal harmonics. At this phase, they were focused to increase subjectivity to further suggestions as well as trust in me. As a secondary goal, they were already preparing the target to its body changes and increase her caloric intake. After two weeks I had almost unlimited access to the subject apartment, a week later I had enough trust to begin Phase three”

Nyxeris wiped her crest and took another sip. She hadn’t been expecting him to call her.

“Drugs and harmonics were adjusted to focus on increasing the subject's caloric intake and decreasing physical activity to a minimum. Also, they were used to alert target memories and values with help already gained information about her psychological profile. After a few weeks the subject remained confined in the apartment, remaining mainly in bed. Soon after her mind accepted programming dictating that optimal beauty standard for asari was obesity with minimal activity.”

The operative felt cold sweat forming on her back. She wasn’t supposed to deal with the Broker anymore.

“However, as per my orders, any changes to target memory and personality were to be easily reversible. The downside of this was that used programming was relatively easy to overcome and required to be reinforced during several relapses. Once the subject’s weight surpassed 200 pounds the appearance was too disruptive to the programming. To counter this I used sleeping pills, making so she was awake only for periods necessary for rapid consumption, sometimes I even used funnel during her sleep”

Nyxeris wiped her brow with a tissue. She practically felt the nerves of last months and lack of sleep gaining on her.

“I disguised it as an illness with a chemical cocktail that caused fever and occasional headache. Overall this manoeuvre caused decreased awareness and allowed it to gradually reinforce the program during sleep. It also provided several secondary advantages, the target's physical activity was reduced to an almost absolute minimum, further contributing to muscle entropy and decrease in used calories. The disruption of the internal clock was also beneficial”

The asari took another sip of water, almost ** herself and trying to keep her scrambling thoughts together.

“This solution provided good results, and I believe it would allow increasing subject's weight to the point her own denial would help prevent further relapses. However, before that stage, I received orders to stop and progress with the last part of the original plan. I dosed the subject with anaesthetics and put her in cryo. I boarded the designated vessel and released the pod to the drop point as well as the tailed list of treatments I had employed. At the time of sedation target weight exceeded 360 pounds with minimal muscle mass. That concludes it”

Nyxeris exhaled deeply. That was it, in the next seconds she may receive news about her own execution. The crew transporting her was pleasant enough, but now there was no doubt where their loyalties lay.

The continuing silence was agonising.

“…your performance was adequate. I expect a full report within the next standard cycle. In the facility you’re being relocated to you’ll receive extra training as a well physical regimen to rectify your current appearance”

The operative winced, between Ilium and Omega, Nyxeris’s weight almost hit 200 pounds. Inconspicuous she was not, at least not anymore. What worse the Broker intended to rectify that and the operative hated exercise.

“You’re also to review your latest mission and prepare lists of alternative approaches as well as possible scenarios for assignments with a similar goal but different parameters. Details will be sent once you’re on-site”

The asari felt almost physically as tension was leaving her body. The next thing she heard almost made her heart almost stop.

“Make no mistake, Observer, you remain alive only because you proved to be useful. Your continual survival depends if you remain so. During your stay on Omega, the arrangement between myself, the spectre, and T’Soni was refined. You’re my operative once again, but you’re going to go on assignments from Benezia's daughter. Any information you gain during those are to be sent to me, I’ll relay T’Soni what’s necessary. Do not disappoint me again, Observer.” and with that, the connection ended.

Nyxeris sat motionless for almost a minute. Then she set an alarm in the omnitool and went to use the bathroom.

As streams of barely warm water were falling on her skin, the operative reminisced about the last months in a less clinical manner. 

Using that Ardat-Yakshi’s vanity and overconfidence to make her stuff her face with had been fun. Getting close and personal with that oozing with sex appeal asari was great. Being with her as she inflated with blubber, that was amazing.

I thought those tits would smother me…

But there were constant nerves and the looming threat. As easily as Morinth had been to fool(compared to Liara or most other targets), should she have learned anything - all scenarios lead to a mind-blowing death. The orders to use paper-thin programming hadn’t been helping with anxiety.

But if Nyxeris failed and survived…

The asari shuddered and exited the shower.

She rather not think about that soulless thing that stood behind T’Soni that day.


 
***


 
Normandy SR-2


 
“You're a real bitch, you know that?”

“Yes, I do know your general opinion about me, Jack. You only voice it several times daily. Also when reviewing an enemy defence force do focus more on their organisation”

“Fuck you, cheerleader”

Surprisingly enough the words carried no actual malice, beyond annoyance. Then again the situation itself was rather bizarre.

Miranda Lawson not too long ago an example of(supposedly) physical perfection was currently sitting near the console in an unbuttoned business jacket and shirt that were clearly too tight. Her ass and thighs were nearly spilling from the chair in barely holding trousers. On her lap was a fat gut composed of two rolls, currently it was even larger and taunted under the layer of adipose due to the absurd amount of food inside. Above it hovered two inflated orbs that were nearly bursting from strain whose cup few brave tried to guess. Her much softer face was adored by an ever-present double chin.

Miranda Lawson was fat, just several pounds short of 300, making her clinically obese.

On one of her couches, Jack was lying with a holopad in her hands. An infamous criminal, who possessed nothing but pure hatred and who the XO frequently came to blows of various nature during the convict's first weeks of stay. Now she was sitting in the “cheerleader” office organising files.

Now, Jack was anything but overweight or even chubby, but her body seemed to be a bit healthier than after her release when she could be mistaken for a starvation victim. Another unusual part of her appearance was that visible, strained curve that was her tattooed stomach at the moment. An effect of participating in Miranda’s “meals” as per lost bet.

If any person from the crew would see this scene they would likely suspect drugs at work.

Jack stood up from the groan. She walked to the desk and put holopad it

“Finished with what you gave me about Blood Pack. Look at it if you want, I got to take a piss” informed the convict and went to Miranda’s bathroom.

The operative only rolled eyes at Jack’s vocabulary and picked up the device.

It took her a second to realise she opened the wrong file, Miranda was looking at… poetry?

The operative skimmed through it. As part of her education, she had become familiar with various lyrics, not to the degree of expert, but close. Whoever wrote what Miranda was reading had a grain of talent and the tone… it was something more than the effect of teenage angst.

The brunette heard the door opening.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of poetry, Jack.”

Not a second passed, and she had the holopad torn from her hands. Miranda looked at the convict with annoyance and blinked. She wasn’t expecting that.

The convict’s face was flushed and her expression was one of fear, her body nearly shaking.

“…fuck you.” said Jack through clenched teeth and fled from the office. Because it couldn't be anything else but an escape.

Miranda sat in silence with a slightly gaping mouth, before composing herself.

What just happened?

While it started as Shepard’s order, the relationship between the two had improved and both, begrudgingly, admitted that the other wasn’t as bad as the other thought. The unlikely duo even began to acknowledge each other's abilities, despite ever-present snarky. 

Even putting that aside, Jack’s apparent fondness for poetry shouldn’t cause this reaction.

Unless… a terrible suspicion entered the obese brunette’s mind.

“Fuck me” Miranda agreed with the absent convict.

It was the first time the operative felt bad for Jack and like shit because this time she no longer needed the commander to understand her misdeeds.

That only added to injury.


 
*** 


 
Several hours later
Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Miranda walked/waddled down the stairs. She had to be extra careful, the operative had underestimated just how much her field of vision had suffered. Not to mention it was the first in a long time she was using stairs. It was… enlightening.

Finally, the brunette arrived at the base of the stairs with a heavier breathing. She loudly knocked on a metal part.

“Jack?”

From the unseen depths of the room, an object flew in the blue aura and hit the wall a few meters from Miranda.

Huh… so that where they went mused the obese female as she recognized one of her missing slippers.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, CHERLEEDER, OR I’LL BASH YOUR HEAD IN!” a shriek was heard from the depths.

“I came to just talk, Jack.” tried Miranda.

“HA! You mean to gloat.” hissed the convict.

“No, I’m not going to gloat. Stop making such a big deal about it. I just came here to have a civilised conversation. And I come with gifts, I even have that revolting brew you like.”

Another eezo powered shoe landed on the wall.

“I’m coming, Jack. You can come at me with fists, I’m sure Shepard will be very pleased to hear about it.” countered the operative.

Silence.

“…*tysk*… get your ass in here.” replied the tattooed female, not even mocking Miranda for shielding herself with the commander. Then again Jack wasn’t ignorant, few things were more hazardous than getting on Sheppard’s bad side.

The brunette went deeper. Inside she saw Jack’s “nest” as well as the convict herself sitting on her camp-bed. Now her hard-earned blubber may have vastly decreased Miranda's physical performance, but all of her other attributes were as “perfect” as ever.

That’s why, despite a severe deficiency of light she noticed red in the tattooed woman’s eyes as well as thin, smeared gushes of black makeup that lead from them. The operative gave no outward sight of this observation.

Miranda sat carefully on the bed, which cracked ominously and her gut almost tore her shirt under the sudden presume. She put the bag down and pulled the bottle, but before the XO could reach the cups, Jack took it from her and without a word took a long swig. She hadn’t looked at her guest even once.

The bottle went down with a grimace and was passed to the operative, who took a sip.

Jack sniffed and ran a hand across her face.

“You wanted to talk, cow tits. Ok, let's talk.”


 
*** 


 
A few hours later


 
“… everything’s in tip-top condition. There’s nothing we can do to reliably boost Normandy’s performance”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I’m sure you two will keep Normandy in shape.” replied Shepard. She had heard this all before from Tali, but it was good to confront different opinions.

The commander and Samara just recently returned from the monastery. Now after dealing with the most pressing matters(and making sure Tali wasn't overtaxing herself and appropriately pampered) Shepard was doing rounds. Of course, EDI had provided a detailed report, but personal touch was important, especially that close though venture through Omega relay.

“We will Commander! There’s one more thing. Miss Lawson went to Jack’s room and still hasn’t come up, and well… there were some noises…we didn’t want to intrude…” fumbled the engineer.

“We were too scared to check on them,” injected his co-worker.

“Gaby!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Not wanting to get caught between two most powerful human biotics is healthy. I’ll go check on them.” said the spectre, bid the duo goodbye, and went down.

EDI did mention that, but she also confirmed there were no detectable damages or biotic discharges and things were calm now.

So either they worked things out… or Shepard had at least one corpse on her hands.

Elizabeth hoped it was the former, but Miranda’s lengthening absence was concerning…

The familiar smell hit her halfway through the stairs.

Now Elizabeth was no Miranda, but she had good (unnatural, inhuman) senses, so the recognition wasn’t hard. Still, the spectre didn’t like making assumptions, so she continued down, but much more carefully.

She peered from the corner and asserted the situation. Then she smiled, widely.

The clothes on the floor were too fine to belong to the convict and the entangled bundle of (often too wide, soft) limbs and flesh on the bed were far too big to be the petite criminal.

The commander retreated, still grinning madly with teeth bare. This was better than she hoped.