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Nothing added up.
Liara had been tracking down records and traces about The Observer, an agent of the Shadow Broker, for months. Hacking terminals, tracing logs, even narrowing the list to 5 species, thanks to the information Nyxeris gave her.
Since establishing herself as an information broker on Ilium, she was spied on by various individuals. Yet none of them was potentially as dangerous as The Observer. He or She was the direct subordinate of the most powerful information broker in the galaxy, a broker she was currently trying to track down and get revenge on. Which given him ample reason to eliminate her.
Liara had located dozens of potential suspects, subjecting them to various means of investigations, interrogations and bribery but none of them had been The Observer or had information about him. She hated to admit it, but she was getting nowhere, and she desperately needed to rest.
“Liara? Are you alright?” Her assistant, Nyxeris asked with worry in her voice.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Liara stated, although it was far from the truth.
"I doubt it ma'am" retorted older asari with a shake of her head.
"Do you have problems with your hearing Nyxeris? I said I’m fine" snapped Liara, but then closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
“I'm sorry I have been awake for over 40 hours, but I’m not any closer to finding The Observer than I was before. I’m going to get some sleep I can, call me if you find anything”
“Of course ma'am” Nyxeris bower her head.
“Thank you, Nyxeris have a good afternoon,” Liara said as she exited her office and began driving to her apartment. She walked in and despite her state quickly checked her security devices. When she made sure everything was in order she took a quick shower and immediately went to bed. Sleep took her immediately but didn't free her from The Observer. He tormented her in dreams where he captured and torturing her, subjecting her to all sorts of horrors.
Liara awoke in a cold sweat. Goddess... that was awful. Fortunately, the experience of being put thought meatgrinder wasn’t real. She sat on the bed and looked at the clock - 6:30, the world outside was still dark, save for multiple lights from windows and cars. She did not even manage a full night’s sleep, because of her fear, but she was sure she would not be able to fall asleep again.
She took a cold shower and put on a fresh dress and slowly began performing her morning routine. Liara was about to head out, but her doorbell rang before she could. Liara was more than cautious while on Illium, she was borderline paranoid. Anybody could have just rung her doorbell, starting with ordinary thieves, ending with Reapers puppets and Shadow Broker operatives. She readied biotics and a pistol, before checking the camera outside. She was surprised to see...

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A volus delivery man holding a bouquet of red roses and a purple package.

"Delivery for ... huff ... Liara T'Soni" proclaimed the short alien, while holding gifts in his hands.

"Can I… get an ID first?" replied bewilder asari, that certainly was not a turn of events she was expecting. However could not allow herself to lose focus, she seen more ridiculous things than volus assassins. 

"Kon Narlan from EEzio..bzz...Ilum fastest and most reliable delivery service" said short humanoid as opened his omnitool and showed his documents to the camera. Clearly, he was used to replaying those words over and over again. Liara quickly checked the information and other security devices, everything seemed to be in order. 

Liara opened her door and took items from the deliveryman 

“Thank you Mr Narlan” the volus only nodded and handled asari holopad from his pouch.

"Please sign here to …huff…confirm receiving package" continued smaller lifeform.

Liara forced herself to show her best professional smile and took holopad. She glanced at the text, apparently, it was pre-paid delivery from an anonymous sender. She filled all forms and gave the device back to the delivery man. "Is that all?"

"Yes...huff..good night" replied the volus and started walking away.

Asari kept watching until he disappeared behind the corner. She closed the door and breathed out. The Observer must be getting to me if I react like that to a doorbell. She looked at gifts. Both roses and package seemed harmless, but in her situation, she could not allow herself to become careless. She carefully took items and placed them on station capable of scanning and identifying dangerous substances and items. While the machine was working she sat and ran a quick search. The company was real enough, Liara herself used their services in the past and as she learned they indeed employed a volus under the name "Kon Narlan", details of delivery seemed to be correct as well, but there was no information about the sender, even account which he used to pay for delivery was not listed.

That's suspicious, but then again not a lot of people likes to be linked to information brokers, even though they try to keep in your good graces She looked away from desktop and a scanner. While she was browsing, the machine finished scanning gifts.

"Let's see" Liara looked at the device's screen. According to its reading roses were expensive but besides that completely ordinary and available in most of better shops with flora.

Shepard liked roses She thought to herself with melancholy. She remembered how Commander had bought a bouquet of those for her not too long after the battle for Citadel. It was the first time she saw those flowers and took a liking to them as well. Elizabeth explained that roses were considered to be a symbol of love.

Asari smiled to herself briefly, but then scolded herself. Deal with possible danger first, ponder on past later.

According to the machine, the package didn't contain, explosives, traps or any substances that may be harmful to asari.

Better check it now and be sure than wait with it until morning decided Liara and began to carefully unwrap package... only to reveal a box of chocolates and a small slip of paper. A paper letter? Asari had not used paper for writing for millennia, nowadays only humans use it sometimes.

She took it and read:

Dear Miss T'Soni

I apologize for secrecy, but due to your occupation questionable reputation, I rather not be linked to your company. 
At the same time, I simply must send those modest gifts to thank you for help with my problem and tell you that I hope that we meet again under more pleasant circumstances.

Yours sincerely
Adam Constantine

Adam Constantine... She remembered him. A middle-aged human male businessman that needed help looking for a few people that knew about his less-than-law-abiding past. He was bit eccentric and left Earth not that long ago, what more he seemed to be enamored with her. Yes, expensive flowers and chocolates, it is something he would do. Unfortunately for you, Mister Constantine, there is only one human for me

Now she inspected chocolates, they were vacuum sealed with no sign of tampering.. I recognise that brand. It's the same one Ashley got on her birthday from her sisters. It is a different type, more expensive one. Huh... Garrus got allergy after eating one of those on a dare, he didn't leave medbay for days. It was also a day when the crew learned that she had a large sweet tooth. Both Garuss and Wrex joked about it.

She looked at gifts once again.

“Goddes” she sighed loudly, sat heavily on the nearby chair and put her face in hands. It was too much, the knowledge that her lover's body was in Cerbeus hands, the looming threat of Reapers, her failure to help Feron and most importantly imminent threat that haunted her dreams, The Observer. If she don't catch him he or she will dispose of her sooner or later.

"No" she said and took a deep breath. "You fought against enemies more dangerous than The Observer and won. At the very least you must stay alive to help Shepard fight against Reapers" she reassured herself.

She glanced at box once again. She did love chocolate.

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Former archaeologist stood up, took the box and relocated to one of the couches in the living room. She opened it, inside there were several rows of very appetizing, but ordinary chocolates.

It's unhealthy to eat sweets that early, but I need to relax. I am already going to be a bit late, but since everything checks out I might as well eat a few chocolates. Liara thought to herself. She put open box beside herself, leaned more comfortably, picked single chocolate and examined it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"I am getting too paranoid," she said and popped a chocolate into her mouth.

"Mmmm" she moaned quietly. It was really good, not too sweet like many treats tended to be. She looked through a window and admired the rising sun while taking another piece of chocolate.

When was the last time I allowed myself to truly relax mused Liara and chuckled sadly. Probably on that party before Normandy set out again on its last voyage. She remembered it well, Garrus and Wrex bickering, hilariously drunk Tali, a drinking contest between Chief Williams and Doctor Chakwas and of course Shepard. Commander was there, smiling, joking and flirting shamelessly with her. Most importantly she was alive and right beside her. Our own makeshift family

Liara shook her head. It was nearly a year since Normandy’s destruction. If Cerberus was truthful they may be able to bring Shepard back. Galaxy at large needed her, despite Councillor Anderson efforts all other representatives kept denying the existence of Repairs and refused to do anything about the threat.

"Then again since when did they were any help" thought asari and checked the time on her omnitool. 8:30 am, she need to hurry if she wanted to be in her office along with Nyxeris.

She trusted her assistant, to a degree. Not enough to usually let her arrive before her and possibly plant a bug or hack her terminal and look on her files. It was common sense really. She had enough enemies old and new willing to pay a considerable sum for her death.

She stood up and realized she is quite full, significantly more than after breakfast. She checked the box and realized that she ate over half of its content.

That much!? I should have noticed, I guess I got lost in thought but still... thought asari, but chose not to dwell on it. She looked in the mirror and at her hands. She notices small smudges of chocolate at her fingers and mouth. She needed to clean herself... but it was such good chocolate.

Before she could stop herself she started licking it from her fingers and mouth. Get a hold of yourself T'Soni she scolded herself and went to clean herself in the bathroom.

"I really need to get some decent sleep" commented Liara as she exited her apartment. While she worked well under pressure a constant threat of The Observe and nightmares prevented her from getting any peaceful sleep and rest. As result, the young T’Soni was barely able to properly function.

If I don't find him soon my sleep deprivation and nerves will do his job for him

Unknowingly to her chocolates she just had eaten were far from ordinary. While its extra ingredients were anything but harmful they indeed had rather unique effects on asari physiology.

She was also unaware of the well-hidden presence that had been observing the entire incident from one of the skyscrapers, through a window.

It was...

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In one of the skyscrapers seen from Liara's window was a rather unusual apartment. Besides typical furniture, it was filled with extremely advanced spying equipment. It was being used by Shadow Broker agents to observe on asari archaeologist

Right now it was occupied by one person, Shadow Broker top operative on Illium, The Observer better known as Nyxeris, assistant to none other but Liara T'Soni. Usually, she didn't participate in grunt work, but in this case, she had to make sure that the operation was successful while keeping all scrapes of information away from Benezia's daughter.

Despite sophisticated equipment, due to distance and various anti-spy devices used by Liara all she received was a decent view of her target's living room and bits of sounds. Fortunately, right now it was enough.

Nyxeris watched as her official employer sat on her couch. After seeing Liara eat first chocolate she turned off devices and smirked sweetly to herself.

"Now the real fun begins," said asari to herself, while opening a special secure channel on her omnitool and begin typing:

"The first phase of operation "Ocean" proceed as planned, beginning phase two"

"Acknowledged, continue with operation"

Still smirking Nyxeris shut down her omnitool and began walking to the exit, she needed to be punctual after all.

Preparing everything was not easy, finding a method of implementing the plan took some time. Liara never ordered food while at work, having prepared meals herself and bringing them for later to her office. That human Constantine provided an unexpected opportunity, he simply contacted her one day, asking her "in secret" what kind of gifts Liara liked. Thanks to Shadow Broker database she was able to identify objects that a good doctor had a weakness for. After that only thing left was to fabricate chocolates according to her needs and swapping them with the original.

Nyxeris know about the device Liara used to scan items, however, she had no intention of poisoning or even drugging her fellow asari so it posed no problem. Substances inside chocolates had other, non-threatening but still quite interesting effects. They speed up the digestion process while making it more effective, reduced the feeling of fullness, make the stomach more prone to stretching. Most importantly they induced feelings of hunger.

The dose of drugs that Liara ate along with chocolates should give her the opportunity to feed archaeologists more of them as well as introduce more aggressive and invasive substances.

The reason behind all of it? Miss T'Soni posed a threat to the Broker's operations as well as to Nyxeris own safety, not to mention her past meddling with his operations. Of course, she could kill Liara, despite her paranoia and various security measures it was doable provided she caught her off guard. However it would not be without consequences, Normandy's remaining crew while estranged would most likely come looking for one’s responsible, which would cause further problems. At the same time, she was a valuable resource having contacts and connections Nyxeris had no chance of acquiring by herself but having access to as Liara's assistant.

What's a better way to increase Liara trust in her while limiting her ability to perform certain activities and not taking away too much of her mental process which made her such useful asset in the first place? Dutifully taking care of her and other tasks she shifted to her assistant as her weight and hunger keep increasing. Perhaps with slight help from compliance drugs in later phases.

Plus thought The Observer to herself as she drove to work turning T'Soni into a whale is a reward in itself

Nyxeris enjoyed the fear and power she had over Liara as The Observer. Manipulating her to gain weight only added to that feeling.

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--Liara's office, noon--

Despite surprise this morning, today so far was quite normal for Liara. She even managed to arrive just before her assistant. Unfortunately Nyxeris, besides a few clues and new suspects names, have not been successful in finding anything that could lead her to The Observer or Shadow Broker, still it was better than nothing. As much as she would like to go through data concerning her personal goals she had more "routine" work to do.

I am digging through lies and useless data, connecting scraps of information to see a bigger picture mused young asari. Not too different from my work as an archaeologist. Then again menial workers were used to help with the removal of rubble, not to shake somebody for information. Fewer death threats and bodies were underground not in the closed while still warm. 

Despite Liara's extreme proficiency, she didn't enjoy her current profession. However, she needed to locate Shadow Broker and avenge Ferron, not to mention her position as information broker allowed her to gain contacts and influence that may be later helpful against the Reapers.

Liara was in the middle of searching through information about young, populist turian politician on Citadel looking for any useful Intel when she heard a low growl that snapped her back to reality. For some time she was aware of the hollow feeling in her middle but deep in thoughts, she paid it no mind. Former archaeologist looked and realized the cause of both unexpected interruption and uncomfortable feeling - her stomach. She was positively starving.

What? Between breakfast and half box of chocolates I shouldn't be that hungry thought confused asari and checked the time, it was 01 p.m. Well...it is time for lunch and last few days have been quite draining Around that hour she and Nyxeris took a break. Her assistant usually went to one of the buffets just outside the trade district while she stayed at the office eating meal she prepared earlier at home, looking briefly over any new information on Shadow Broker and The Observer.

She was about to open a hidden fridge where meals were kept when she realized one more thing. Yesterday she no time to prepare the meal and in the morning she had been too concerned with unexpected visit and gift so she didn't take anything else.

"Goddess, I could use real vacation" sighed heavily Liara, winced and rubbed her stomach trying to soothe hunger pangs. She, of course, had stashed nutrition bars, even military rations, however, she preferred not to open supply unless there was an emergency. Not to mention taste, even though Liara have eaten even worse meals both as an archaeologist and when travelling with Shepard it was not something she enjoyed. It would not lift her spirits to eat a dry ration while drinking water.

Let's think what are my options? she thought to herself as she heard yet another grumble from her stomach. She could ride back home and make herself something. However ride there and back would cost her a lot of time, especially since a rush hour just started.

Two, most buffets and restaurants provided takeaway. She could ask Nyxeris to buy something for her. She would not have to waste time in the car or even preparing a meal. The definitive downside of that plan was the lack of her usual inspection of meal safety.

Lastly, she would content herself with what she has had in her office. The young doctor shivered at the thought.

The texture of cardboard or sand and that terrible bland taste winced asari at the memory.

I cannot have my fear of The Observer prevent me to function properly, besides Nyxeris is far from careless reasoned Liara.

It's true. While her assistant didn't quite share her caution she was aware of the danger involved in their activities. From time to time she reviewed actions of her subordinate to see if she took the necessary precautions and she never disappointed. While less vigilant than asari doctor she was careful and thorough.

Then again she doesn't have the same target on her back as I do thought Liara and pressed a button to call for her assistant.

"Nyxeris could I see you here for a moment" she called over the intercom

"Of course" came the reply. After a short moment door opened and her assistant entered.

"Is something the matter ma'am?" asked Nyxeris.

"No, nothing serious at least" replied Liara with a slight, reassuring smile " I simply forgot to take my lunch from home, tell me could you bring buy me something from the place where you eat while I look over data you brought me earlier. I know that is hardly part of your duties but I would be grateful if you do. Of course, I will fully compensate you for the meal"

"Of course ma'am, I am happy to help” replied older asari with a smile.

"But please be even more cautious than usual, maybe I am needlessly worried but I rather avoid being poisoned by one of Broker's agents"

"Of course Liara" confirmed the assistant with small smile and a slight nod "I infrequently change locals and it is always restaurant with open buffet. It's hard to poison a specific person without drawing attention when everybody eats from one container. Also, I scan meals with my omnitool just to be sure."

"Forgive me, I do not wish to question your competence, but I prefer to play it safe" reassured the information broker, trying to hide another growl from her stomach.

"Thank you, that will be all for now" she dismissed her assistant who nodded and exited her office.

After doors closed she relaxed a little and rubbed her belly trying to soothe it.

I hope Nyxeris will return shortly because I doubt I will be able to focus properly like that she thought with a grimace and opened the file containing all data collected about Shadow broker and The Observer. She needed to sort out new data.

She was unaware of the fact that her assistant did hear her stomach or wide smile that formed on Nyxeris face at the same moment.

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01:50 p.m. showed the clock on Liara's terminal. Young asari winced and shook her head, trying to focus. Despite what she had planned she was unable to do almost any work. Her hunger was to blame. Feeling in her stomach had gone from uncomfortable to almost unbearable.

That's what I get for allowing myself to get distracted she thought to herself and rubbed her eyes. The last time she was that hungry was when Normandy's crew rescued her from a prothean security device she accidentally triggered.

I almost fainted after meeting with the rest of the crew, I guess those last three days affected me more than I thought. During her latest erratic search for Shadow Broker hardly allowed for frequent and full meals combining that with 40 hours sleepless and it's no wonder her body was exhausted.

She was about to take a sip of water when she heard the sound of the intercom. She clicked on the button and asked

"Yes?"

"Ma'am I am back, may I come in?" A quick look at cameras and scans showed that it was indeed Nyxeris.

"Please come in" said Liara. At the sight of her assistant, her eyes widened slightly. Nyxeris appeared to be a little out of breath, most likely because of two large plastic bags she was holding and that shocked Liara.

"I was unsure what you would like ma'am so I took a few different things" huffed her employer and set both containers on her desk.

"A few?" asked Liara forcing herself to smile.

Nyxeris blushed faintly "I realized just how much, a little too late" she replied apologetically, then straighten up and added with a confident voice "I took all necessary precautions, all dishes were tested and scanned. No harmful elements or effects were found"

"Thank you Nyxeris I trust your expertise, now before you return to your duties check for any new information about Joram Talid"

"Of course ma'am, enjoy your meal" her assistant nodded with a smile, turned around and left her with two bags full of food.

Liara began removing boxes from bags. While asari had quite large energy requirements despite their size, she was still looking at a meal for about two or three members of her species.

That's hardly a problem, I am starving and all leftovers I can take with me to home thought former archaeologist when opening the first box. It was fried fish, one native to Thessia and surrendered by boiled vegetables. She cut piece and tasted it. 

Hmm... delicious said young asari and began to eat rest. Next box, two slices of pizza, that hardly surprised her, human cuisine was a big hit among asari, especially younger ones. She, herself was quite familiar and found of it thanks to her time aboard Normandy. 

She began devouring dish after dish like an automat, steadily and carefully but fast and only with small breaks for Thessian tea. Fried octopus, those little sausages Liara often eaten as a child, crepes filled with meat and other examples of asari and human cuisine. The relatively small size of portions was misleading, making The young doctor think that she ate less than in reality. Liara didn't register when she started to be full nor when her stomach began to swell and stretch. Her hunger and excellent taste of dishes suppressed those feelings. Her face was being smeared by drops of sauces and juices, but she paid it no mind as she kept eating with a blissful expression. Everything was delicious, much better than what she prepared for herself.

After 20 minutes feast came to an end. She put the last empty container back to the bag and wiped her face with napkins. 

Goddess she thought as she leaned back in her chair and began rubbing her belly with content. I had been starving, but still, I cannot believe that I managed to eat that much. Liara looked at her stomach and frowned slightly, her skin-tight dress did little to hide her food baby. 

It's an extraordinary situation, I'll do some shopping and prepare meals for the following days she promised to herself without enthusiasm. She felt good, probably the best she had been in weeks. The former archaeologist was still very aware of her troubles and enemies, but they felt more distant at the moment. She felt almost...optimistic.

I guess that are advantages of a full meal prepared by actual cooks mused Liara. While she could cook she was no chef and the limited time she had for that activity didn't allow for too complicated dishes. The meal she just ate, was by no elaborate but still leagues above what she usually ate and was much fresher. Another inconvenience caused by The Observer

She signed, cleaned remains of food and hid bags to dispose of them later. Then she reluctantly returned to her abandoned work on the turian politician. She had much to do.

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Nyxeris closed feed on her terminal and saved entire footage to secure the external drive, corners of her lips moved up just so slightly. Despite giving no outward signs she was extremely pleased. She just witnessed great Liara T'Soni make a glutton of herself. 

Then again it's nothing compared to what We have planned for her thought asari smugly to herself. Her “employer” entire meal was spiked with the same mix as chocolates but with slightly stronger appetite enhancers and few new ingredients that could not pass scanning at Liara's house. A concoction that causes pleasure and feeling of relaxation, nothing strong as she could not raise any suspicions, even though by Illium standards it barely registered as a controlled substance. It was coupled with a rather unique and short-lasting substance that encouraged mental conditioning after all the faster Liara start identifying eating with comfort and pleasure the better. The last substance worked in two stages first making the subject gradually tired then sleepy, it was coated in special nanocapsules which should dissolve in about 3-4 hours after she retired from work. It should force Liara to return home early without allowing her to do much headway in her personal projects while giving her just enough time to do basic chores, eat a hearty meal after a tiring day at work before heading to sleep and prevent her from burning too much of precious calories.

Earlier The Observer entertained the thought of lacing products that Liara bought by herself. However, that would cause its own set of problems. Liara, much like herself, changed the provider of ingredients quite often and sometimes she went to buy groceries by herself also in many different stores. Adding something to younger asari food without creating an accident was extremely difficult, not to mention the scanner at Liara home prevented her altogether from using certain substances. Another problem was caused by her victim's cooking, it was well balanced and low fat. She wanted Liara to become sedentary as quickly as possible, but while using a limited arsenal of drugs merely increasing Benezia's daughter intake of her usual meals wound not fatten her nearly as fast as she would like. She needed to introduce more "hearty" meals into the young asari diet.

While she did buy meals from the same buffet she was in, it was not what she fed to Liara. Everything that just went into the younger asari's gullet looked and tasted indistinguishable from original, but had one major difference besides earlier mentioned substances. It was incredibly high packed with calories, much more than it was possible to get through normal cooking.

It served two purposes, the most obvious one was the fact that it would pile much more fat on Liara than the original. The second reason was less obvious but more important. When doctor T'Soni's body grows accustomed to consuming that many calories in one go it will still crave more even if she was full of lighter food, adding to her hunger and tricking her to further stuff herself. While she could not provide Liara with similar meals every time she eats, at least for now, it would at least strongly encourage her to switch to more calorie-heavy meals.

There is still much work to do, even today thought Nyxeris, she had to arrange events so today would not be a single occurrence. She was going over plan when she nearly burst with laughter at the sudden thought Commander Shepard, if she truly is alive, is in for a really big, blue surprise

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--Liara's office, afternoon--

Liara and Nyxeris were sitting together in the information broker office and going over the most important pieces of gathered Intel, list of possible new clients as well as checking if they needed to deploy some of the mercenaries working in doctor T'Soni employ to deal with something directly. It was their last activity together, as it was the end of older asari working hours, and unless there was something extremely important or time-sensitive she left for home. There was nothing of that sort that day. As always, the last and most widely discussed was the issue of Shadow Broker and his agent The Observer. Unfortunately, today did not bring any significant revelations. They sorted new data, noted which leads to follow, discarded useless ones, and prepared plans for the following days. They still had nothing concrete beside the register of races provided by Nyxeris. It narrowed the list of suspects significantly, but not nearly enough and the only other concrete information was the fact that The Observer was personally interested in Liara.

There has to be something, some piece of information that The Observer did not erase or a pattern we can use to track him down thought young asari with anger, but mostly with tiredness as she kept looking over data. 

Ultimately, finding him and his employer is a matter of time, but time is something Ferron does not have. She was painfully aware that the chances of drell being still alive in Shadow Broker captivity were slim at best, but she could not abandon him.

Liara looked at her assistant sitting opposite, who also searched data on her datapad, and looked at the clock. Nyxeris shift, in theory, ended 15 minutes ago. She took a deep breath and said:

"Nyxeris I think that will be all for today. Thank you for your help" as much as she would like to keep her assistant longer with her, she could not. From a purely formal standpoint, she would rather not be bothered by law enforcement on the ground of worker exploitation. More importantly, having her employees angry and disgruntled at her was bad for business and health.

"Ma'am there is something I would like to talk about before I go," said Nyxeris while rubbing her hands nervously and added "I may be overstepping my bounds, but it is important"

Liara tensed, that was most unusual, her assistant was almost always strictly professional, save perhaps for a few occasional jokes in private, and she never talked on personal matters. In one moment she was prepared for a direct fight, betrayal, and air attack. She reminded herself where she hid weapons and had her biotics were ready for action. On the outside none of that was noticeable, she gave her assistant a questioning look and leaned slightly on a chair, all while maintaining perfect, professional composure.

"If you consider something to be important then it is. Please, speak freely" responded the prothean expert.

Nyxeris took a deep breath and said:

"Ma'am with all due respect, but you cannot continue like that"

Well, that's a bold statement

"What, exactly do you mean Nyxeris?" asked Liara with a steady but firm voice.

"Your yesterday's bout of constant research was not the first, but the longest one, that's not healthy or even productive. While I only guess I am sure that even under "normal" circumstances you don't get nearly enough sleep. You maintain perfect composure with our clients and contacts, but I have worked with people suffering from sleep deprivation, I recognize certain signs" said older asari, took a deep breath and continued.

"I also saw enough of your usual meals, they are bare minimum not to mention they are rather bland and repetitive. You are in constant tension, even more so than other people of our profession"

Nyxeris took few calming breaths, lowered her head a little and added:

"I worry Liara. All of this is bad for you, if it continues you will burn yourself out. You need to relax a little, rest"

Well, it's not quite what I expected thought to herself Liara after hearing her employee explanation. She must have been slipping if Nyxeris was noticed her bad habits, then again her observation skills were one of the reasons she hired her in the first place. As much as she would like to follow that advice there were certain obstacles.

"It is an occupational risk, besides you are aware of my goals as well as that The Observer is constantly monitoring us. I cannot allow myself to relax back because I would risk being caught off guard. I do not have too much free time anyway"

Nyxeris shook her head. "Ma'am if you continue like that you will be too tired to remain vigilant or work effectively. The Observer is monitoring all persons of interest in Ilium. I agree that he pays special attention to you, but considering circumstances it is nothing unexpected. Between being the sole heir to house T'Soni and your...involvement with Commander Shepard, he would focus on you even if you weren't actively trying to hunt down his employer" reasoned calmly older asari while looking Liara directly in the eyes. 

"Besides you saw data, those fragments of orders and reports that we managed to acquire. Both Shadow Broker and The Observer stress that you need to remain being observed without being harmed in any way. All other sources seem to confirm it"

"Yes I am aware, however, please remember that my ultimate goal is Shadow Broker himself. We cannot count on him to continue with this policy as we progress" responded Liara with a slight shake of her head.

Nyxeris nodded "When he decides he is being threatened he will respond, but this is to our advantage. I saw how you work, during the short time we work together you managed to learn about Broker than I thought possible in such a short period. I work in this area for some time already. I know of people that also hunted him, but to get that close as we are now they spend decades even with more resources. Shadow Broker knows this as well, he cannot suspect us to become a threat that soon" reasoned further her assistant. She once again had a point, but it was not enough.

"Then you also know they got overconfident and were disposed of. We cannot allow ourselves to repeat their mistakes by growing lax" pointed out Liara, still not convinced.

"That brings me to another matter" replied Nyxeris undeterred. "While I do not know all resources available to you, I am certain we currently do not have the means to directly confront Shadow Broker. We may be able to deal with The Observer and his direct subordinates here on Illium. But even if we were to find Broker's location today we don't have influence or resources to deal with him".

Liara was silent for a while, pondering on her subordinate's words. All of it was technically true and she knew that exhaustion leads to mistakes. If her assistant had noticed her state it was only a matter of time before somebody less friendly does it as well and exploits her weakened state. 

Besides, she is right, I will not be able to do anything if I need to focus mainly on not closing my eyes and falling asleep. At the same time, young asari was still unwilling to do anything that would slow down her hunt on galaxy's most feared information broker and her fear of The Observer was still present.

"I see that you put a lot of thought behind it, but tell me Nexeris where did that sudden concern with my health come from?" asked Liara calmly.

Nyxeris didn't waver only smiled a little. "It is not sudden, ma'am. You know that I always try to reason with you when you spend too much time working and as your assistant, it is my job to help you. That includes making sure you are able to function properly. Besides you are my best employer yet, not to mention the famous Liara T'Soni, one of the Citadel heroes. Working with you is doing wonders for my resume. I would not like to lose that"

You would not like to lose my contacts as well thought younger asari and smiled as well. She of course knows that Nexeris was not helping her purely out of the goodness of her heart and that now and then used Liara's contacts outside of her job for private gain. Liara accepted it, seeing as all those activities were neutral or even beneficial to her operations. If anything it makes Nyxeris concern more true. After all her success and new resources provided Nyxeris with the same.

"Well, you were right, you most definitely are testing your boundaries today" sighed Liara. "At the same time, everything you said is true. Before I decide anything, I assume you have propositions how to resolve my situation?"

"Yes, a few in fact" replied older asari and picked up her datapad to look over her notes. She was visibly relieved that she didn't need to argue with her boss any further.

"Seeing as The Observer is the immediate threat we should keep investigating as we did before, but maintain a small but precise strike force that can remove him as soon as he is discovered. As you know human terrorist group, known as Cerberus lately has been investigating everything related to Commander Shepard and the Normandy. I think we should use them as a smokescreen, so to speak. We decrease the number of direct inquiries about Shadow Broker whereabouts while giving the impression that we shift our attention toward Cerberus as they pose a more immediate risk. At the same time, we would focus on targets that are likely to provide Intel on both, Shadow Broker and Cerberus. It should provide us with some breathing room for time being, hopefully enough for us to expand our influence and resources to make an attack at Broker feasible” Nyxeris began explained her plan carefully

"Hmm... if executed carefully that could work, for a while at least. Very well, I give some basic instruction and inquiries according to that and expect you to the same as well. Try to specify what exactly you can do to make it as believable as possible. We will hammer details tomorrow and I expect immediate reports should something happen. What else you thought of?" questioned Liara. She was still not fully convinced but her assistant ideas had some merit.

"Well the most obvious way to lighten your workload is to, well...reassign some of your tasks to me, ma'am" said Nyxeris a little bashfully.

That gave Liara a pause. She was aware of that possibility, but in that case, she would have to give her assistant access to Intel she did not have before. That was risky, but if to give her something non-essential and not connected to her personal projects... She started typing commands on her terminal and replied with a shadow of a smile.

"Seeing as you gave that proposition by yourself, Nyxeris I assume you have nothing against it. I am sending you information about a few cases, I expect reports and will review your efforts every week. If they are handled to my satisfaction for a month I will continue to so and give you a raise. If not you will have to deal with the fallout, is that clear?" commanded Liara with a hard look. She needed Nyxeris to understand the full ramification of such a decision.

"Of course, ma'am" replied the assistant and nodded slightly. "There is one suggestion left. I saw your meals a few times, ma'am. Those are meals soldiers prepare when the only alternative are rations..."

The sharp look Liara gave her employee could pierce right through Destiny Ascension. 

"I'll have you know Nyxeris, that they may be simple, but perfectly well balanced"

"Ahem...I do not deny that" replied fast Nyxeris and held her arms as if to defend herself. "This is simply not the kind of meal I would serve somebody unless I had no other choice. I understand your security concerns, but a good meal can be quite beneficial for one's mood"

If you only knew she remembered when Elizabeth prepared "home-cooked" meals for crew for a week, just to prove she could. She still wondered how they managed to avoid mass mutiny. It was only time in my entire life when I regretted that asari are not dextro-amino species. Commander Shepard had many talents, cooking was not among them.

"So what do you propose?" she asked, her stare softening a little.

"Maybe similarly to today's situation, only I would start going earlier for lunch so you will not have to wait that long" replied Nyxeris. "That way your meals, ma'am will not only taste much better what you usually have, but you save some time for sleep. Besides this is Illium, if any food cause negative effects, local is as good as closed and as far as I know, Shadow Broker does not poison his enemies"

Liara closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed her temples. No poison is not Broker usual style. He, and by extension his operatives were discrete when removing any potential obstacles, but they did so all important parties know who exactly is responsible. Just a little bit of warning.

"Very well, I approve" agreed Liara and took a deep breath. "I expect basic of those to be implemented as fast and as carefully as possible. Should something compromise operation I require imminent notification. Is that all?"

"Yes, that is all I had to say" replied Nyxeris and got up from a chair. "But please ma'am use some of that time to rest, you will help nobody if keep pushing yourself like that"

"Thank you for your concern Nyxeris, I'll try" promised the young information broker with a sad smile.

"See you tomorrow, ma'am" the assistant bid farewell with a polite smile and small nod before she left the office.

Liara watched as her employee left and sighed heavily. Once again somebody has to remind me to take better care of myself. As the archaeologist she had often forgot to eat meals when she was deep in study, so often that her colleagues needed to remind her to eat so she does not feel faint. Similarly aboard the Normandy, but then it was usually doctor Chakwas or Commander.

Shepard once proposed to feed me by herself thought Liara to herself and blushed. Then she snapped her attention back to reality. She promised to rest, but it was still quite early. I'll stay for another 3 hours decided Liara and returned to work.

--Later--

She hadn't managed to work for 3 hours. After the first hour, one her stomach reminded once again of itself and after another 30 minutes, she had a problem keeping her eyes open.

I guess that's punishment for working 40 hours straight yesterday thought Liara with resignation as she entered her apartment.

Her first destination was the kitchen where she ate what was supposed to be her lunch. She noted once again that compared to what Nyxeris provided, her current meal was all but tasteless. Then she reminded herself of the remaining half box of chocolates.

I am supposed to be relaxing, after all she excused herself as she headed to the living room. She ate the remaining candies, not even caring how much she consumed. Half-consciously she bathed herself and went to bed. She fell into sleep unaware of what the future had in store for her.

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Two weeks later
Liara’s apartment
23:15 p.m.

The former archaeologist was lying in a steaming bathtub, only with her head remaining above water. She practically felt the tension of the entire day leaving her, although it did not change the fact that she was terribly tired.

Then again that still is an improvement. It has been a while since I could allow herself to soak like that thought Liara. It would seem that Nyxeris suggestions are yielding results.

Even though young asari's days were still long and incredibly intense, she had stopped feeling like a textbook victim of sleep deprivation. According to the latest intel, Shadow Broker operatives seemed to reluctantly accept her "change" of priorities and that she posed little to no threat to their organization at the moment. In exchange, nowadays she was spending even more effort and time gaining favors, resources and playing nice with many "highly esteemed" figures. She never was an overly sociable person, save perhaps for her close friends, and she preferred to keep things professional at work, constant posturing during social events was annoying, not to mention tiring.

Still it is somewhat preferable to being constantly worried for my life thought Liara as she exited the bath and started to dry herself with a fluffy towel. The effects of Nyxeris ideas were undeniable in more ways than one.

"I will have to tell Nyxeris to decrease meals she brings me" sighed young asari with dismay as she was running her hands over her body and looked at herself in the mirror. Her breast and butt appeared to be a bit bigger than she remembered and a small, but noticeable layer of adipose formed over her lean muscles. The dishes her assistant kept bringing her were plentiful and delicious, with her lately, big appetite and focus on different matters, Liara devoured everything she was being served, every time.

Then again I don't have to stuff myself, but nowadays I just keep being peckish, even her normal meals had increased in volume lately due to her bouts of hunger. However, she attributed it to the fact she was not in constant tension anymore.

She hasn't weighed herself in months, she had far more important things to worry about, but since she was already in the bathroom she decided to check it. She stepped naked on the scale. When she was buying it after her time on the Normandy she purchased a model that scaled in units typical for humans, she got used to those. Of course like all modern devices of that type it took account of the gravitational pull of the planet it was located still. Still, the number she read startled her.

162.6 pounds, that is over 10 pounds gain realized Liara and blinked in disbelief. She had gained considerable muscle mass when she was fighting against Saren and geths, but considering her current lifestyle and her appearance in the mirror she doubted it were muscles in this case.

I guess with what a little exercise I had during last months even with my usual portions I have been gaining weight and latest meals did not help the case mused young asari as she clothes herself in a nightgown and went to the bedroom. To be fair, she did try to maintain a certain level of physical activity, but she simply did not have time for regular exercises. That and she did not know that all of her latest lunches contained enough calories to sustain an adult asari for a nearly week.

Still, I need to cut back Liara took a mental note as she went to bed. While she was anything but vain and Liara personally was not horrified or disgusted by those extra pounds, however she needed to remain in relative shape despite her stationary work. Appearances were important in her line of work, not to mention sooner or later there will be a situation when she needs to fight directly. Also, there was small of her, remains of a shy, insecure archaeologist, that worried that Shepard would not approved of her extra weight.

A sudden thought came to her as she was drifting to sleep. Few more pounds and I try to pass as over pampered matriarch Liara smiled faintly and finally fell asleep.

***

Liara was in the middle of a wonderful, peaceful dreamless sleep when she was woken by the doorbell. She immediately snapped awake and scanned her surroundings, everything seemed fine even though the doorbell kept ringing. She sat on her bed, switched on near the terminal, and took out her handgun, just in case. She looked and display and her eyes widened slightly.

"Nyxeris, but what she is doing here and at that hour" whispered Liara to herself. She gave her address to her assistant but had forbidden her to go here save for emergencies. She took a closer look at her employee. Nyxeris was visibly nervous, taking fast, shallow breaths and constantly hitting the doorbell button. She was wearing more casual clothes than Liara usually saw her in. More worrying was a fact that both clothes and asari herself was covered in smudges of dirt and signs of smoke. Another unexpected element was a large bag Nyxelis had under her feet.

Not good summarized Liara. Everything about this situation screamed "DANGER", but she had to do something. She looked through other cameras and checked various security devices. Everything seemed in order. She activated scrambling and completely cut off her apartment communication, if Nyxeris bag contained a cleverly hidden bomb, at the very least she prevent it from being detonated remotely. Finally, with all safeguards, she could think of she answered.

"Hello Nyxeris, what brings you here?"

"Ma'am, there was an emergency, I have data banks with me in the bag. It's important." Nyxeris was clearly trying hard to speak steadily. However, there was no save words or phrases they set up in case of an emergency. Voice sample matched Nyxeris too.

"A moment please, I'll open the door". Liara put on a bathrobe, checked her gun. She carefully made her way downstairs and near the door. She quickly looked at the security terminal near the entrance, but once again found nothing. She took a secure position near the door and opened it.

"Nyxeris, please come in" Liara invited calmly.

"Thank you Liara" replied older asari as she took her bag with clear effort and hastily went into the apartment. Liara watched her enter and quickly closed and secured the door.

Her assistant visibly shaken, stood in the middle unsure what to do.

"Please put the bag in the scanner and stay still for a minute I would like to check for bugs" commanded Liara. Her assistant compiled, no foreign devices were detected, her bag indeed contained hard drives and few other harmless items.

"Now sit down and explain exactly what happened. Would you care for some tea?" Liara gently, but firmly steered her assistant to the chair in the kitchen and started water heater. She was still on alert prepared for an emergency. Nyxeris took a few deep breaths and began her tale.

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"Around midnight I got a message from one of my informants. A large squad of Blue Suns had been dispatched to my apartment. I downloaded all essential data to portable drives and put them in the bag along with other important items" she paused when Liara handed her cup with steaming tea and took a few sips.

"In the end, I rigged the console to bury their network with junk data and explode. However, I underestimated how fast they moved. I barely managed to hide in a nearby empty apartment when they showed up in my hallway. I tried to keep quiet while listening passively to their radio chatter. As I had predicted they tried to access my data. However, they had to have some kind of explosive with them, because that explosion could not be caused by the terminal alone. I was in a completely different apartment but I still was knocked over by shockwave. I managed to open the door, all nearby mercenaries were dead or badly injured..." Nyxeris shook and drank some tea. After a few breaths, she continued.

"I used that diversion and made my way to a car while listening to their coms to avoid remaining Blue Suns. I almost succeeded but two of them were in the garage. They noticed me but I threw them at the wall with my biotics. I knocked out a turian, but the other one, a human did not have a helmet I... I watched as bits of his brain were dripping from his skull" older asari sniffed, her hands were shaking.

To this point she was going on adrenaline, now she calmed down and is going into shock thought Liara while quietly listening to her assistant's explanation. I'll have to wrap it up soon

"I took my car and set it on autopilot while I checked for tracking devices, I found nothing. When I was sure I was not followed I ditched the car and took a cab just to be sure. It's how I got here"

"I see. Perhaps you overheard who hired them?" asked Liara softly. Nyxeris nodded.

"Y..Yes, I think so. Somebody by the name Rendon Howe" by that point older asari was visibly shaking. Liara smiled faintly and put her hand on Nyxeris shoulder.

"Thank you Nyxeris. How about a shower? Take some of my clothes from the cupboard in the bathroom they should fit well enough. I prepare you a place to sleep in the living room" said Liara softly as she gently helped her assistant to stand up and pointed her towards the bathroom. When Liara heard shower she opened her omnitool and quickly checked Nyxeris relations. It wasn't hard, seeing as even ordinary information sites wrote about it and more "exclusive" sources confirmed it. After that, she indeed went to the living room and transformed one of the couches into bed for her assistant. While she could use the couch in her bedroom, it was more secure, but stairs had a few motion sensors that would wake should her guest started climbing. It was a necessary precaution given situation, besides employer and employee sleeping in one room could give somebody a wrong idea, one needed to maintain the reputation of an upstanding citizen. Liara still had a lot of questions but considering state her assistant appeared to be in, she decided to wait with them until morning. I were and people in similar situations, usually after some rest one remember more details

She went to her office and began more extensive research while waiting for Nyxeris and sent orders to some of her hired muscle to investigate the destroyed apartment.

Rendon Howe... I remember that name but from where? wondered former archaeologist as she went through various data. Finally, she found what she was looking for. A business man from an old rich Earth family. Relatively successful tries to appear polite and sophisticated, but there were instances where his pro-human views were publicly shown. Prone to rash and a rather violent action when something goes against his agenda, no actual remorse when dealing with non-humans. Suspected to be Cerberus supporter or member, albeit not high in hierarchy Liara summarized and nodded. Profile fit with modus operandi at Nyxeris apartment, especially that lately, they had been investigating leads and people that were connected to Cerberus as part of their cover. She was finishing sending inquiries about the current activities of human businessmen when her assistant came out wearing one of her bathrobes. After a hot shower and in clean clothes she looked better but still shaken.

Liara stood up and smiled as reassuringly as she could.

"I prepared a bed for you, we get some sleep and plan what to do in the morning" said Liara. Nyxeris nodded and sniffed slightly. But instead of going to the living room she went to the younger asari. Prothean expert tensed when her worst predictions seemed to pass but instead of attack, she was caught in her assistant tight embrace.

Well... that's not exactly what I expected thought Liara as she was awkwardly trying to return the hug. Never be said that her social skills improved over the last months. Interrogations, death threats, fighting, and killing she could deal with just fine, with honest emotions and friendly physical affection most definitely no. Also, older asari was squeezing her bottom and waist a little too tightly but she brushed it off.

"Of course Nyxeris. After all, we are in this together" reassured Liara and patted her lightly. After a short while her employee released her, nodded once again and went to bed. Former archaeologist shut down terminal and went to her living room. She activated sensors in her stairs and camera overlooking the living room. After roughly fifteen minutes, when she was sure Nyxeris was asleep she allowed herself to rest as well.

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Liara’s apartment
03:15 p.m.

Two asaris entered the apartment and while both of them earned their money by selling information if somebody looked at them could easily mistake them for porters. Both were carrying multiple, large bags and visibly struggled with carrying them.

With visible relief, both figures dropped sacks right after crossing the threshold. Younger one carefully locked doors and began checking security devices.

“Everything looks fine, we can begin to unpack it” exclaimed Liara with a weary voice. Nyxeris only signed and grabbed one of the bags.

“I don’t suppose we could put it off for later?” asked Nyxeris as she began dragging the container to the kitchen.

“No, we still have work to do. Besides most of it, we bought on your insistence” replied the former archaeologist ending the dispute even though she would rather fall on the nearest couch.

They have spent the last few hours on dealing with professional matters that required their personal involvement and buying foodstuffs and clothes and other items that Nyxeris required, which was even more time-consuming. Her assistant managed to convince her to buy different groceries than usual and in a quantity that she would have never bought alone, motivating it with the fact they both would dine together in the nearest future and her superior dietary knowledge. They also needed to replace Nyxeris entire wardrobe and other personal items, which considering her profession and personal preferences was quite a large amount. The entire process would be time-consuming under normal circumstances, but their need to remain in close proximity and on an alert as well as the need to frequently change establishments further lengthened time spent on the entire ordeal.

At the very least we finally got it done and there were no incidents thought Liara when she was dragging bag to the livingroom, which was currently acting as Nyxeris bedroom. She let out a relieved sigh when she sat heavily on one of the couches and massaged her neck. Young asari was tired mentally and physically. She spent the last hours in a crowd and lugging around heavy bags, her head, legs and back hurt.

For that alone, I should kill Howe daydreamed Liara and winced due to another pang from her stomach. 

“Yet another reason why I should liquidise him,” said quietly young asari, voice dripping with disdain. During their outing, they were too busy and in too much hurry to eat anything, save for a few quick snacks. At the moment her stomach felt like a bottomless pit. Liara shook her head as she tried to push those feelings away and looked at the bag.

Should I unpack it? Inside are Nyxeris clothes, toothbrush, lingerie and other personal objects. She is going to rearrange it later to according to her anyway mused doctor, wondering if she should call her assistant and switch with her.

“Liara?” Nyxeris voice stopped her line of thought. Older asari was holding steaming cup and plate with a sandwich, she put both items on the table near her employer. She was smiling but too was looking weary.

“Yes, Nyxeris?” asked Liara trying to look as composed as she could manage.

“Seeing as I have nothing to do and most of it we bought most of it because of me I’ll unpack it. Besides, you said that you have work to do” replied older asari still wearing a smile.

“I appreciate it, but are you sure? There is quite a lot of it.” questioned The young doctor and tilted her head slightly. She truly appreciated offer as she preferred to deal with current assignments as soon as possible and return to tracking The Observer and his employer. However, leaving her assistant alone with chores didn’t sit well with her.

“Yes. I’ll take a few necessary items out, then I’ll deal with groceries and prepare a warm meal for us as I think we are both quite famished. Unpacking rest of the clothes can wait for later” assured Nyxeris with a nod of her head.

“Very well, I’ll get back to work then. Thank you for coffee” approved younger asari and stood up. She took coffee as well as sandwich and left Nyxeris in the livingroom. She sat comfortably near the terminal in her office and turned it on Liara bit the sandwich, it was excellent and she finished it quickly. She opened few windows on the terminal and began sipping on warm liquid.

Mmm… coffee. Another great contribution of humanity to the galaxy at large thought Liara with appreciation Nyxeris deserves thanks as well, she clearly has a knack for cooking.

Former archaeologists began working with renewed drive. The quality of the small meal managed to lift her spirits, caffeine energized her. Most importantly it managed to quell her hunger a little.

Hopefully, Nyxeris will make a meal as good as previous ones without overdoing it this time thought Liara as her eyes kept going over various messages.

She had no way of knowing just how vain that hope was.

***

As soon as Nyxeris saw Liara sat in the office she leaned and emptied the bag content on her bed. From the entire menagerie of clothes and hygiene products older asari selected a few and put them in one corner. While she was going through all items she discreetly retrieved a few capsules hidden in special, hidden pockets. It was hard to arrange, but she managed to “buy” quite a few articles fabricated with few “extra” features. Some of her “cosmetics” were almost completely filled with “medications”.

Mostly it was substances identical to those Nyxeris had been lacing good doctor lunches with or stronger, but there were other drugs and a few special items. For example, very discreet, almost undetectable devices to measure weight, a quantum-entanglement based communicator and other equally interesting gadgets.Another rather unique set of items were few articles of clothing, most of those still in vacuum-sealed containers and packed, that were in fact almost exact replicas of Liara’s most frequently worn outfits. They were already a size or two bigger than what owned younger asari and extremely prone to stretching without losing their appearance or tearing.

Time to get some real work done thought Nyxeris with excitement as she headed to the kitchen with supplements. While the food was ordinary, she had managed to convince Liara to stock with much more “rich” foods than usual. The amount was also quite staggering, but Benezia’s daughter was under the impression it was a supply, that had supposed to last for over two weeks between two of them.

Poor dear. I’ll have most of it showed down your gullet under a week. In fact you are going to do most of the shovelling yourself thought The Observer with amusement as she began unpacking and arranging groceries. She was working slowly but was systematic and careful. Nyxeris was in no hurry, after all, it would do her no good if she made a mess in her “employer” kitchen.

Besides, I just gave her a nice snack. She must build her appetite after that. Nyxeris chuckled, she was quite hungry herself but was going to discreetly eat more substantial meal soon. Liara did receive a sandwich and a hot drink, but that was a distraction, that maintained her ability to work. Add the effects of “medications” prothean expert has been taking for past weeks combined with her stomach stretching “exercises”, all this caused young asari to be in a much worse situation than Nyxeris. By the time Shadow Broker operative was done preparing meal she would be too ravenous to care how much and what she was eating.

Who would have thought that I would become a replacement for Matriarch Benezia herself mused Nyxeris with a smile while she was wondering how she would fit everything in the fridge.

After all, isn't it a mother's job to make sure her child grow nice and BIG.

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Liara awoke, hearing the sounds of her alarm clock. She turned it off and stretched. Suddenly she realized that she is smelling something sweet and reminded herself that she had a guest.

Nyxeris is making breakfast? wondered young asari. She sat on the bed and opened her omnitool. Her assistant indeed was doing something in the kitchen. She checked security devices and cameras, no sights of attempts to access her computers or her livingroom apparently, her employee has woke half-hour earlier and decided to prepare a meal. That was a bit unexpected, but not shocking. As there were no signs of foul play Liara put on clothes and went to join her guest.

"Good morning Nyxeris" said Liara as she entered the kitchen and smiled. Older asari flinched slightly and turned away from the stove with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Hello, Liara. Sorry for waking you up, but I thought that making breakfast is the least I can do given circumstances" Nyxeris explained herself while wearing a small blush. Liara examined her, her employee seemed to be slightly distracted and embarrassed, but overall she was composed. She seems to be in much better shape than when she came here, still it could be bravado or denial. I need to be gentle with questions thought younger asari with concern, Nyxeris proved herself to be a good assistant and while she needed more info, she would rather avoid her breaking down with tears. Outwardly Liara smiled.

"It's no problem, I am not much of a chef anyway"

Nyxeris narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled with pity.

"Ma'am I saw your homemade meals and the content of your fridge. Forgive my boldness, but I am surprised that you didn't die from starvation or food poisoning"

Liara gave her a flat look "You are forgiven, but I have you know that I can cook just fine if a little bland. Speaking of which..." she glanced on the counter and at a pile of steaming brown circles "...what are you making? Those seem familiar but I cannot say that I have ever eaten it"

"I found just the right ingredients or replacements to make pancakes. It's a simple human recipe, I learned it from a former roommate. I think you will enjoy it"

"I'm sure I will. Can I help you somehow?" Liara asked warmly, but she was a little worried. She preferred to not embarrass herself in front of her employee by messing up a "simple" dish.

Thankfully older asari shook her head.

"No, all left to do is pouring liquid cake on pan and cooking, but its job for one person. Please take a seat, I will give you the first portion in a minute after they cool down a little" replied Nyxeris and turned back to the stove. Liara did as asked but positioned herself so she could observe her assistant.

"I don't want to bring up unpleasant memories, but there are a few things I would like to ask," said younger asari softly and carefully. Nyxeris stopped for a bit and sighed.

"Yes, I thought so" she replied. She went to Liara and placed a tray with few pancakes arranged in a tower and covered in a dark liquid. Apparently, her guest had found her stash of a dark chocolate sauce. She cut a fragment out of a "tower" and tasted it.

She barely contained a moan. Pancakes were delightful, sweet and fluffy, covered in her favorite liquid. She quickly began devouring the rest of it.

"What exactly you want to know, ma'am?" Nyxeris voice brought her back to reality. Her assistant already went back to the stove. Liara swallowed quickly and answered.

"What do you think caused Howe to react like that and why exactly did they come to you, not me?" asked Liara and promptly put another piece in her mouth. She just realized how starved she was.

"I'll have to check it to be sure, but I think we recently come across information about his latest drunken escapade. That alone can be damaging to his reputation, but he also let slip a few bits of rather sensitive information. Nothing relevant to us, but I can think of a quite few people who would be very interested in them" Nyxeris reported and put another sizable portion of sweet, chocolate soaked cakes on Liara's plate. Her employer nodded with gratitude and once again begun to inhale sweet treats.

"I learned about it from one of my local informants. He was in contact directly with me, but while he provides reliable info he is not loyal" older asari paused and looked at Liara. Her employer was consuming in record speed, few chocolate stains were visible on her face. She was still listening and glancing at her, but her focus was steadily shifting towards food. Very good.

"If Howe suspected something and confronted him, he most likely confessed everything as soon as he was threatened or presented with an appealing deal. I used various security measures, but once he knew my contact data tracing me down was only a matter of time for somebody with his resources" Nyxeris kept on speaking as she went to refill Liara's plate once again.

"Should we expect *nom* response from Cerberus as well *nom*" this time Liara didn't stop eating during refill or speaking, she just kept shoveling pancakes in her mouth. Nyxeris quickly examined her handiwork. Her "employer" face and hands were covered in droplets of chocolate, her cheeks full of food and her midriff significantly more pronounced than before. She smirked slightly, Liara seemed to be completely enthralled in her gluttony, but just to be sure...

"I do not think so. Gathered data is rather of personal nature or concerns his "business" partners. What little he let slip about Cerberus serves only to confirm his connection to them, nothing that could be used compromise their operations" Nyxeris's voice was far, background noise to Liara. She tried to listen, really but that human dish was just too tasty. She began to slow down due to tightness around her stomach, but at the same time, she kept cramming her mouth full with pancakes. She tried to enjoy and chew each bite slowly, but she also wanted to consume fresh, chocolate-covered slices as fast as possible. It resulted in her checks distended by food and sauce dripping slightly from her mouth. She closed her eyes as she swallowed the latest bite, a visible bump went down her throat. She opened her eyes and was about to impale another piece with a fork when she realized that her plate was empty, save for remains of chocolate sauce. She was shocked that she already ate the newest portion, but the feeling was quickly replaced by disappointment, sadness and some craving for more.

"...Cerberus members and carefully worded message directly to Howe would be a good course of action for now" Nyxeris voice snapped her out of the daze and she realized that her assistant was standing near her with another full tray. She blinked and reached for a paper towel while trying to remind herself what older asari had said.

Instead of violent response, a discrete message to known, higher-ranked Cerberus operatives to reassure them that we will not act against them, provided they rein Howe. Considering, my "connections" to them that should not be too hard. Simultaneously we give a message to Howe that we would be willing to dispose of incriminating information, but also warn him that we will retaliate if he remains hostile. If he does we will expose him and hinder his ability to act against us, if necessary remove him permanently summarized Liara as she removed the sauce from herself. She then glanced at Nyxeris I need to wake up, I didn't even realize when she approached me.

"I approve, but we need to be gentle about it" replied Liara when she was free of sauce "We do not need to antagonize him further" then she looked at Nyeris still holding tray.

"You are not going to eat, Nyxeris?"

"Oh, I will, but I splitted in two portions and this one is still for you. Besides I need to bake rest of them, then I'll eat" explained Nyxeris.

"Thank you, but I am full" Liara glanced with desire at the dish, as much as she would like to eat another portion she was stuffed. Besides she promised herself she would cut back on food. Her actions had not gone unnoticed. Nyxeris smirked briefly and put on a thoughtful face.

"What remains and that plate will be too much also for me. I suppose I will put it in the fridge but reheated ones are not nearly as good" explained Nyxeris and smiled pleasantly at Liara. Younger asari sighed.

"*sighn*...very well. But that will be an exception. Next time do not make as much"

"Of course ma'am. Speaking of with, I think we need to buy groceries, I barely found ingredients for breakfast. Also, I need new clothes and few other items, seeing as most of those was lost in the explosion" said Nyxeris as she put chocolate-soaked pancakes on Liara's plate. Liara thought about it, she was supposed to do it that day anyway. She nodded and asked.

"You are right I will send initial orders and we will go. One more thing. Your accommodations, do you have a place where you could stay?" the moment she spoke her assistant shifted and looked on the floor.

"Yes...but none of them would be good considering, blatant use of lethal force of Howe's mercenaries... I hoped I could stay with you ma'am until he is dealt with. You had an experience when dealing with similar situations" replied Nyxeris with a hopeful smile. Liara froze with knife and fork in midair.

"I thought you were in Eclipse for some time?" she remembered reading about it in Nyxeris's file. Older asari winced at the memory.

"Yes, as an over-glorified accountant. I never have been directly in combat situation until yesterday" explained Liara's assistant.

By the Goddess thought Liara with resignation. "I agree, but you will have to comply with my rules, is that clear?" stated younger asari.

"Of course ma'am" Nyxeris agreed with a smile and returned to the kitchen. "Also please do not bother with dishes. I'll take care of them"

Liara's attention turned back to the meal. It looked as delicious as the previous ones and she unconsciously licked her lips. She began eating, small pangs of pain from her stomach were overpowered by taste and pleasure. She finished far faster than she would like to and took a sharp breath.

By the Goddess, that was wonderful. She was painfully full but even that brought her some strange sense of satisfaction. She looked at the plate, there a small puddle of chocolate sauce at the bottom. She glanced at Nyxeris, she was still turned to the stove.

I might as well... she quickly took the plate in her hands and poured the remaining liquid in her mouth. Some of it got on her face. She wiped herself and stood from the seat. Liara grimaced, her dress felt much tighter than she remembered it from fifteen minutes ago. I definitely need to cut back

She cleaned herself in the bathroom and sat near the console in her office. She was sending messages, orders and every now and then glanced at Nyxeris throughout cameras, but everything seemed to be in order. After about half-hour, Nyxeris approached her.

"Ma'am I cleaned everything and I am ready to head out" Liara glanced at the terminal and after a quick consideration she closed it.

"I sent all the necessary instructions. I'll continue when we get back, let me just grab few things" Liara went upstairs and took her pistol as well as a portable shield generator.

"I am ready, let's go" commanded Liara.

When they were driving Nyxeris discreetly observed Liara from the corner of her eyes. Once again she measured an increase in the younger asari's frame.

Everything is going as planned so far. She is already approaching the look of an overfed matriarch. I'll have to be careful now, it's the most critical and delicate phase. Also, the most enjoyable she smiled with one corner of her mouth. Liara, Liara I'll make sure you forget the sight of your own feet

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Two excruciating hours later

That’s how long have passed since their return home. During that time Liara has managed to perform an astounding amount of work, reading reports, cataloging and connecting information to create one big image as well as sending orders to her commandos, informants and various "business" partners. Young asari even managed to send carefully worded “letters” to Cerberus and Howe. In other words, she managed to deal with all the important assignments she had to do that day within two hours, while most of her “colleagues” would spend the entire day at least. Liara was a very good information broker.

However, despite her concentration and skill, experiencing her stomach trying to devour itself most definitely did not help with trying to manage her network and uncover the operative of the most powerful information broker in the galaxy. Once again her stomach appeared to be her biggest enemy as Liara’s hunger became deeper with each minute.

Nyxeris's actions are not helping in the slightest thought young asari with a frown on her face and shook her head while trying to read the newest leads on The Observer. Her assistant wasn’t in fault here. Every time she checked on her, Nyxeris was in the middle of some task and she kept providing her with refills of strong tea, probably the only reason she remained functional. Unfortunately, delicious smells that had been coming from the kitchen for the last half an hour or so kept worsening her mood. Nyxeris was deep in the creative process, and while Liara could not recognize what she was preparing with her limited knowledge in the field, but did not stop her from salivating.

Hopefully, she’ll finish soon thought the former archaeologist while trying to figure how to blackmail turian official, who was supposed to have reliable information about her target. Apparently, he had a weakness for hanar prostitutes…

“Ma’am?” her train of thought was stopped by her assistant voice. Liara took her eyes away from the monitor and looked at Nyxeris, standing behind her. She wore loose, especially by asari standards, casual set clothes, clearly human-based and an apron with few stains on it.

“Yes, Nyxeris?” asked Liara, masking weariness and hope in her voice.

“I'm about finished, perhaps you would like to take a shower while food is cooling off” reported older asari with a small smile.

“That is one of the best news that I heard today” replied Liara with a smile of her own and secured her terminal. She stood up, stretched a little and headed to the bathroom. After undressing she entered the cabin and allowed the hot water to pour on her. Liara felt her muscle relax, stress leaving her body along with dust and sweat. Still, she was too tired to notice and care newly appeared layers of adipose on her body. Suddenly The young doctor heard an artificial “knocking” and stopped the flow of water.

“Yes?” she asked with caution.

“May I come in, Liara? I brought a fresh change of clutches.” said Nyxeris’s voice. She considered it. The bathroom was constructed with a mirror placed in a specific place so she could see entrance everything, but there was no way to somebody directly attack her from there.

“Yes, but please leave it on hair by the doors. I’m not decent” replied Liara and charged her biotics just in case. Doors opened and her assistant did just as asked.

“Ma’am everything is ready, I’m just waiting for you” added Nyxeris before closing the door.

At the mention of the long-awaited meal Liara quickly finished a shower and dried herself. She looked at provided clothes, it was her loose, “home” outfit, far too casual to ever wear it in the office in her assistant presence.

It's unavoidable, I suppose. We are going to live together for some time, we would go crazy if we tried to act like in work all the time thought young asari while donning fresh clothes. She sighed with appreciation, her current dress was clean and most importantly much more comfortable than what she has worn previously that day. Nyxeris most definitely didn’t have any problems with switching to most casual clothes. Still, It was thoughtful of her. Putting old dress back on would be a bit counterproductive

The moment she exited the bathroom her sensed were assaulted. Smells of various meats and other delectable products made her mouth flood and her stomach groan with anticipation. It took her a good while to took notice of another foreign element.

Is that… music? 

Indeed Liara’s apartment was filled with sounds of calm, tasteful instrumental music. Maiden carefully approached the kitchen where she noticed two plates with steaming content and wine glasses on the table. Nyxeris was there too, near the counter with… literal mountains of food on it. Apparently, she heard her and turned to the employer. She must have noticed the younger asari's bewilder look because.

“I think we can treat ourselves today. Besides. I decided to cook in bulk and put in the freezer part of it all, in case we do not have the time to cook because of work” explained Nyxeris with an apologetic smile. Liara nodded, accepting that explanation, after all, she did similarly and there was two of them.

“Please Liara, sit. I took a few nibbles as taste testing, but you must be famished” encouraged older asari and pointed to the table

“Quite so. Thank you Nyxeris” replied younger asari and did as asked. On the huge plate were poultry filets covered in gravy with few vegetables and baked asari “potatoes”. Compared to human products, asari ones or those modified for them have a slight blue/purplish tint to them due to element zero inside. The entire dish looked and smelled divine, Liara fought hard to remain composed.

“Please enjoy your meal,” said Nyxeris when she sat as well.

“Likewise”

Liara cut a piece of meat and tasted it. Mmmm It is even better than it smells thought The young doctor with near orgasmic delight. She began to quickly consume the dish while trying to maintain decorum. With each gulp, she felt better, lighter and more relaxed, although her ravenous hunger still remained.

“I know that I am imposing on you Liara and I would like to thank you for your hospitality” spoke Nyxeris after a moment while sipping on wine. Her plate looked surprisingly untouched compared to her employer’s.

“As I already said it is no problem Nyxeris. It’s partially my fault seeing as our research into Cerberus was part of disguising my personal investigation” replied Liara quickly between bites. She was already halfway done, greedily picking remaining, gravy-covered potatoes. Several second and only a few smears of liquid remained

“Still, a lot of other people would have turned me down, doing a few household chores is the least I can do” this time her assistant voice came from little above her. Her assistant was standing with the bowl. She smiled as she replaced the empty plate with it and refilled Liara’s glass with wine.

“I suspected it may be too little after such a long day” Nyxeris explained as she took the dirty dish to sink. Liara took a sip of wine to hide her embarrassment but did not argue. She bit surprised but the previous meal did little to quell her hunger. T’Soni heiress looked down, she had received a thick stew with pieces of meat and big dumplings floating inside. Unconsciously she licked her lips.

“I won’t say no to help. The Goddess knows that household duties are hardly my forte. But I do not want you to feel obliged to act as some sort of maid” retorted Liara to the previous statement and hastily returned to eating. Somehow stew seemed to taste even better than filets. She kept emptying the bowl even more rapidly than before, small droplets of liquid appearing on her face.

Nyxeris laughed warmly and said “No worries Liara, I know how to take care of my interests. I simply wish to replay your kindness and make sure you are well looked after”. She kept looking at her and slowly eating her filet. 

Meanwhile, younger asari took the bowl into her hands and greedily drank the remaining liquid. Her stomach already full started stretching with flowing gravy. Liara wiped her mouth with napkins afterward and drank some wine. Suddenly former archaeologist felt pressure building and covered her mouth.

“*buuuurp*” a hearty, but muffled sound emerged from younger asari throat and echoed in the kitchen.

“Excuse me” apologized embarrassed Liara and took another sip of alcohol.

“It's fine, I am happy that you like my cooking” replied bemused Nyxeris.

When Liara looked away from the glass she noticed that the empty bowl was replaced with another full of a human dish, spaghetti. Fat, long pieces of pasta accompanied by ground meat in almost equal amounts, all mixes with red sauce and melting cheese. Even the sheer size of the portion was astounding, it was roughly the right amount for a small family. Liara bitted her lips, barely managing to stop herself from lunging on the meal. 

What’s wrong with me she was still quite starved, despite two large courses. Younger asari felt also a bit hazy. Is wine getting to me?

“Isn’t it bit much? I think I’ll call it quits for today” said Liara panting with mouth open, her eyes not leaving new meal, hands moving numerously. She was more than full but still had a desire for more. Nyxeris only smiled wider and moved the bowl closed to struggling asari.

“Nonsense Liara. I consider myself to be your friend and clearly, you are still hungry. Please do not stop yourself on my account, you need to eat” replied older asari in kind but firm.

“I…yes” last bits of hesitation left Liara’s mind. It was going to be her last portion, she promised herself. She ravenously dug into the meal before her and moaned when the first mouthful entered through her lips. Liara chewed and swallowed, ecstasy followed as portion traveled down her gullet. She devoured another portion after another, everything to have as much wonderful mix inside as she can as quickly as she can. The young doctor still used utensils but manners became meaningless to her, smears of sauce and cheese were quickly forming around her face. Meanwhile, Liara’s shirt began to ride up as her beautiful, blue, bottomless pit of belly began pushing forward on her lap.

“In fact, I think you can and should eat more. Your dieting habits are positively atrocious, besides there is nothing wrong with treating yourself to good meal” said Nyxeris, her voice serene, it’s clarity seemingly increased by background music. That voice removed Liara’s few remaining doubts and remorse about current actions. Younger asari could not nor wanted to disagree, food taste was amazing and kept pushing away that awful hollow feeling in her stomach and replaced with wonderful fullness. Unfortunately, she was already starting to see the bottom of the container.

However, the moment the last remains of spaghetti disappeared in The young doctor's mouth, her assistant immediately put an entire platter of various steaks in place of an empty bowl. Information broker barely acknowledged her employee, with a haste nod and attacked meat like a rabid animal. She did not care that various juices were covering her face or the ever-increasing volume of her stomach resting on her legs. Simultaneously T’Soni heiress felt that somebody, likely Nyxeris, began to massage her shoulders removing their stiffness and allowing the ex-archaeologist to further relax. Older asari's smile widened, shifting to a full smirk while she observed Liara inhale everything. She kept on massaging and leaned until her head was but a few centimeters next to the ravenous maiden.

“We work in the office, your greatest asset being your mind. What’s wrong with extra pounds and overeating when you can outsmart everybody with your wits. Besides think of your old friends, your lover. Do you think they would prefer to see you a stick-thin but miserable or happy and with little healthy meat on your bones?” whispered Nyxeris. Liara stopped. From the mist that started to covered her mind resurfaced memories. Shepard and Chakwas insistence that she should eat better. Friendly banter with the rest of their unlikely crew. Commander's love and care despite her clumsiness.

They would like me to be happy realized Liara. Food made her happy, gave her those wonderful experiences. Young asari glanced down, in place of the almost empty platter was a gigantic bowl filled to the brim with gravy-covered french fries. She abandoned cutlery, it has been only slowing her down and began shoveling entire fistfuls of food into her hungry maw. Even though Liara was long since full, she kept on eating with pure gluttonous desire. Her gut was gurgling and creaking as it fought to compensate for young asari's binge while expanding faster and growing heavier than ever before However, for The young doctor entire world disappeared, there was only her, the meal before her and single thought in her mind:

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Nyxeris smirked wickedly as she watched Liara transform into the same creature, whose shadow she had seen this morning and during lunches - a mindless, gluttonous eating machine. Various drugs and special music that made asaris mind sustainable to suggestion did their job. The young doctor was relentless, in few moments almost completely inhaling the content of the entire bowl.

“Good girl” cooed older asari as she began to carefully wipe food remains from her target’s mouth. She then looked down and licked her lips as she uncovered and inspected Liara’s midriff. Her “employer's” belly already swelled quite a lot and took almost a fourth of a prothean expert lap. She could swear she saw it expand on her eyes. Even from her position, she could hear sounds released by that distended sphere, it already looked taut despite a previously formed layer of fat.

Don’t worry. Few months of my care and I'll make sure you grow too big to ever be full she promised with amusement and went to the counter.

Still, there is a lot of work to be done before that decided Nyxeris, quickly making a few preparations and headed back to Liara with chopped bits of ham covered in fat and thick gravy. It was placed in an enormous bowl, that was normally never used for direct consumption because it was too big. Right now, there was no point to moving those on plates, the good doctor was going to devour it anyway. The Observer put the container with relief on the table and pushed it towards younger asari as soon as she saw that younger asari was nearly done with fries. The moment the container appeared in Liara’s small field of view she practically wrenched it to herself.

Heh, somebody’s eager thought older asari with barely contained glee.

“Eat it all Liara, do not worry. I will be always there with more” spoke Nyxeris sweetly. Liara may have been reduced to a mindless, food-consuming beast, but it was important to reinforce conditioning, at all times. Nyxeris crouched next to younger asari with a special injector and a curious device in hands. For the first time she was so close to that round, gluttonous dome, it appeared to be taking just a little bit more space than before. She bit her lips with excitement and as carefully as she could melange put few implants under Liara’s midriff skin. The moment she finished an exceptionally loud growl escaped from the strained belly. Nyxeris put an empty hand on an angry sphere and caressed it gently. It let out an ominous sound and…

“*bbbbuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppp*” a long, deep belch erupted from Liara’s food covered mouth, young asari remained unfazed and quickly returned to shoving greasy meat into her face. Nyxeris relaxed and checked readings on the held device. It was connected to freshly injected implants. Those were quite simple and provided very little medical information to a specific device was in very close proximity. On the other hand, they were all but intractable and didn’t leave any visible marks. To be exact It allowed checking the state of the “patient’s” digestive track and its immediate surroundings. Various drugs present in Liara prevented her from vomiting, however, she could simply explode from an overabundance of devoured food.

Everything’s fine. Besides Liara is a tough one noted Nyxeris as she inspected the scene before her. Bits of food were everywhere, Liara was finishing meat by tilting the entire container to her maw.

I think It’s time for a dessert decided older asari and went to the counter.

She returned with an entire tray of chocolate cake and opened an earlier bottle of wine. Liara was licking her grease-covered fingers when Nyxeris swiftly put end of the bottle into her mouth and titled her “employer” head with it. Liara grabbed the bottle with both hands but did not fight, instead of allowing a seam of cool liquid to wash down fat delicacies in her stomach. Thin streams of wine were escaping from corners of Liara’s lips accompanied by groans from her midriff. She will think we got drunk.

Finally, the beverage ran dry. Prothean expert’s head no longer restrained by older asari’s hand and with mouth free of the bottle leaned back towards table, sharp belch ripping through the air.

“That’s fine Liara. You can trust me and act feely around me no matter what” instructed further Nyxeris with sly smile and brought tray closer to young asari. The moment Liara noticed it her eyes widened, new energy in her moves. She began cramming cake into her ravenous maw. Her cheeks quickly expanded outwards, crumbs flying everywhere as young asari was not able to swallow quite as quickly as she was putting new portions in her mouth. Liara’s stomach sloshed and gurgled ever stronger, but continued its trek to her knees.

Who would thought that my spa days would prove to be so useful? wondered Nyxeris, watching the unfolding scene. During her time working in many luxurious resorts across galaxy, she acquired various she skills she used during her current assignment. For example, she was a fully trained dietician and a cook. Save for their ridiculous calorie count and “extra” ingredients meals prepared by The Observer were all well balanced and healthy.

Suddenly a frown formed on Nyxeris face. Despite clear enthusiasm, Liara’s consumption speed had decreased, pain visible on her face. It would seem that discomfort from her stomach started piercing through the gluttonous haze. She went behind younger asari, their heads centimeters away. Nyxeris started to gently caress the angry orb, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Come on Liara…” she whispered almost seductively, but with a strict note in her voice “…it’s your favorite. Did notice how scrumptious it is? If you leave it I’ll have to throw it away and you’ll never get a chance to eat it all. Think what would your mother and Shepard say about wasting food? You are going to eat it all, aren’t you? In fact, you will always eat all food before you” Nyxeris voice was soft, but left no room for argument.

Liara’s balloon of a stomach was groaning loudly with every gulp, but young asari kept consuming cake despite its loud protests. Finally, she was done, there was nothing left for her to eat. Young asari was panting heavily as if she just ran a marathon, sweat glistering on her skin. Liara’s food-stained hands fell to her sides as she leaned back with closed eyes, spreading her legs to give more room to for her angry gut. The engorged doctor felt a stab of pain when food filed balloon slipped from her legs, but just after few seconds, she experienced a bit of relief.

Then a strong chocolate aroma reached her nose, but it was not the cake. A loud sound right before her managed to ultimately get the attention of gluttonous asari. Doctor’s eyes landed on a large pitcher full of dark, steaming, wonderfully smelling liquid. Nyxeris was standing next to her, smiling widely and with a gleam in her eyes.

“It’s my personal recipe, melted dark chocolate with Thessian spices. I made it just for you, I always will. You are going to eat it all” pressed The Observer more forcefully than before. It was as ridiculously calorie-heavy as she could manage. Nyxeris was going to have all of it inside Liara’s stomach by end of that day, even if she had to pour it inside younger asari thought funnel.

Honestly, I want to do it anyway. So far she remains firmly in a daze, better not take unnecessary risks thought Nyxeris and bitted her lip, arousal throbbing inside her.

Liara was looking at container with eyes and mouth wide open. Its sight filled her equally gluttonous desire and fear. She wanted nothing more than pour that divine liquid down her throat all at once, but the pain from her middle and prospect of increasing it was preventing her.

“Perhaps a small taste first?” said Nyxeris sweetly and dipped two finger into thick liquid. She put them right in front of Liara’s mouth. Young asari watched as chocolate dripped from them slowly with open mouth while taking deep breaths. After few seconds she brought her head closer and licked. It was obscenely good and young T’Soni began to hungrily remove liquid from older asari fingers. At the same time, a satisfied smile appeared on Nyxeris face alongside a heat rising between her legs. She had her.

The moment The Observer's fingers were clean of sweet substance, Liara’s attention immediately snapped back to the pitcher. She grabbed it and brought to her lips, nearly spilling liquid in the process. Then, with Nyxeris’s help, she began to tilt the container and dark fluid started to flow through Liara’s lips. Large, chocolate-filled gulps were sliding down the ex-archaeologist throat to her now purplish belly. The overstrained organ was now a lot wider than asari herself. With every portion of chocolate, its absolute limits were tested as it inflated further in every direction, sending sharp pangs of pain to young asari mind. Liara felt them but, in her gluttonous trance, ignored alongside small streams of liquid running down her body. She was too focused on the glorious liquid running through her gullet. Her stomach groaned and sloshed, sounding not unlikely an angry varren, but it was drowned by Liara's moans of pleasure and pain. Nyxeris watched it all with clenched teeth and with a maniacal smile.

Yes…put it all inside. Let that poor belly grow.

After, what felt like an eternity, jug was turned completely upside down. Few droplets landed on the former archaeologist's face when she was swallowing last remains. Nyxeris took away the empty container and Liara’s head snapped back to a more natural position, her hands went trying to calm down a pain-filled dome. The young doctor was trying to catch a breath, she felt like her midriff could rupture any moment now. At the same time, she felt strangely good, the memory of wonderful tastes still fresh and this extreme, painful fullness was much better than this dreaded hollow feeling she faintly remembered from before. Younger asari was strangely satisfied, knowledge that she managed to finish everything filled her with pride. Suddenly her shoulders, once again, felt wonderful, as skilled fingers began working on them again.

“That’s it Liara. Remember that feeling. That’s is how you should feel after a proper meal, never settle for anything less. Do not question, do not care about fullness or pain, focus on pleasure and simply eat everything” said Nyxeris firmly. After a short while, she took an earlier prepared wet towel and began to gently clean Liara’s face and hands. The young doctor was still under the influence of various drugs, kept massaging her globular belly, too preoccupied with her gluttonous bliss to try to stop her. When an initial layer of grease and crumbs was removed Nyxeris quickly took an earlier prepared bag on her back and grabbed Liara by armpits.

“Now, let’s get you into bed. You need to let your belly settle down after all” informed older asari “Get up, please” she added and started trying to lift younger asari. After few seconds Liara began to rise from seat, abused piece of furniture groaned due to the sudden shift of mass. The young doctor’s food-filled sack was pushing her forward and down, but after a minute they managed to make her stand upwards, well more of less upwards. As soon as she could, Nyxeris raised Liara’s arm over her head and started to support her like she was wounded. She winced as soon as she felt a dazed asari’s weight on herself.

Well, I did just shovelled several dozen pounds of food into her

Both asari made their way upstairs to Liara’s bedroom. Their journey was made difficult due to younger asari's incredible cargo and her drunken stumbling. Finally, after a nearly ten minutes long journey, both sat on the bed. Nyxeris freed herself by removing her “employer’s” arm and positioned her, still groaning body on the bed, began undressing Liara. After overcoming, with surprising difficulty, younger asari physical strength she managed to remove food-stained articles of clothing and threw them in stairs direction. She’ll have to put them in the wash. The Observer looked at her handiwork and bit her lips in excitement.

Liara was taking rapid, shallow breaths, her body was covered in droplets of sweat and working hard to digest an enormous food load. There were traces of various calorie-heavy substances on young asari skin in places "assistant" was not able to reach before. Nyxeris noticed that a few fries, crumbs and meat parts remained between the doctor shapely breasts. Finally above a widely spread legs was a crown achievement of that day’s efforts, Liara’s monstrous stomach. Noisy, purplened, steadily pulsing belly looked, at the very least as if like somebody had sewn shut a medical ball under younger asari skin. It still had smears of liquids on its surface, further spreader by Liara’s hands in her attempts to calm the angry dome down. Nyxeris forced herself out of her pondering.

First things first, but... The Observer opened her omnitool and took a holo of her engorged target.

I really shouldn't, but such a wonderful view simply must be saved for later she excused herself while licking her dry lips and once again started to gently remove signs of former archaeologist binge. Finally, younger asari was all but clean.

Nothing suspicious, at least not after a drunken afternoon. Now is the time for an equally fun part. thought Shadow Broker operative with hardly contained glee. She took one of the products acquired earlier that day from the bag. According to the label, it was a skincare cream, technically it was true, but barely. It was a heavily modified version of high-quality cream used by asaris during pregnancies. Their skin was tougher, more “snake-like” than human. Overall it was extremely more resistant to sagging and breaking on its own. Thanks to it, matriarch nearing end of her natural lifespan was not much different in appearance than when she entered that stage. The downside of this feature was that their skin was much less prone to stretching, and stretchmarks were much more painful and visible than in human's case. The substance that Nyxeris was pouring on her hand was supposed to prevent that when a person expanded much more rapidly than during pregnancy, making the skin much more flexible and making it heal itself immediately in case of any cracks. Additionally, it was also a mild anesthetic and pleasure inducer.

Older asari put a thick layer of cream on her hand and got to work. Liara gasped when cold liquid came in contact with her hot, taut belly and older asari began gently massaging it, making sure to cover every square inch with a white substance. Over time as the massage progressed and cream was absorbed, Liara's breathing calmed down, relief visible on her face as pleasure began to overwhelm her instead of pain.

“Isn’t it nice? That warm feeling when you rest with a full belly? You can experience it every time you want, you just have to eat, eat everything. Even when you feel like you cannot take another bite or are not feeling hungry. Indulge and make sure nothing goes to waste” cooed Nyxeris with a lustful expression. “Your lover would like to see you happy, wouldn’t she. So eat and be happy”

Liara’s eyes were fluttering as her mind was being covered by even bigger fog. She was slowly slipping into a food coma. Nyxeris finished with younger asari’s gut, wiped her hands clean and took another bottle from her bag. This time label was almost completely accurate. It was luxurious, muscle relaxing, skincare lotion. It also contained substances increased skin elasticity, not unlike the previous cosmetic.

Nyxeris repeated the previous operation with it, but this time intending to thoroughly massage the rest of former archaeologist's body. She started with her shoulder, an area she was already familiar with. The Observer found next to nothing of newly gained adipose. Next, she went to arms, their situation was a little better, a noticeable layer could be found. Liara’s torso… well, Nyxeris was not able to properly measure an increase in this area due to, already quite generous for her young age, fleshy mounds, although the area around them felt most promising. Simultaneously “assistant” kept whispering sweet words to glutted doctor.

“Don’t worry about where food comes from. I will always be right beside you to make sure you have only the finest, healthiest meals for you. You trust me after all. I will give you those wonderful massages and do house chores so you can only focus on work and eating. Don’t worry about anything but those, I will take care of the rest” Nyxeris continued to relay programming in a seductive voice. She switched her position to massage Liara’s hips. Now here she most definitely detected a pleasant layer of adipose. Corners of her lips went upwards as she continued to roam her hands under younger asari belly. The Observer would love to inspect Liara’s lovely bottom, but it was firmly pressed into the mattress, and rotating her patient was out of the question. She went further down to the doctor’s thighs and calves. Here as well she found a promising beginning of a blubbery layer. Finally, Nyxeris reached younger asari’s feet. As expected nothing was found there, but she still smiled when her hands were running through Liara’s toes.

Liara has such lovely feet. Although I will likely be seeing much more of them than she in the following months. Overall her legs will need a lot of pampering, with increasing load on them mused Shadow Broker operative. During her massage, she noticed one more thing - Liara still had a significant layer of muscle.

Contradictory to what seemed logical in this situation and her own desires, Nyxeris had to make sure Liara maintains it, at least partially. Older asari would love nothing else than have young asari stay on a single couch and gradually gorge herself into the beautiful, immobile pile of fat with completely atrophied muscles and dependency on her. It would also prevent her from tracking The Shadow Broker, but it was not the goal here. No, young T’Soni was an investment, a long-term one. She will become incapacitated with her weight and gluttony while being steered by Nyxeris away from The Broker Even if she does find a reliable lead she won’t be able to follow it personally. At the same time, she would remain an exceptional information broker, additionally, through her, they would intercept valuable data and keep tabs on many significant, but elusive individuals T’Soni had personal ties to. However for Liara to remain useful she had to maintain being in relatively good health and various medications had various limitations.

It means I will have to make her exercise even as she becomes a complete butterball. I was never a fan of being a coach and leading physical therapy, but with one special patient… it could actually be enjoyable. Besides I cannot afford to fail thought Nyxeris with determination. She had her own stake on this operation succeeding and it was more than just watching Liara inflate with blubber.

Older asari inspected her patient when her hands were free of lotion. Liara seemed to be deep in slumber, alcohol, drugs, and food had done their number on her, massage only sealed the deal. Her gargantuan belly appeared to had calmed down, no longer releasing sounds like angry varren, instead, it sounded like some monstrous beast deep in sleep. Nyxeris kept staring at this glorious testament to gluttony while painfully biting her lips. Finally, she carefully leaned over and put a side of her head to the top of Liara’s belly with closed eyes, her hands once again slowly stroking its surface. She listened to sounds of digestion with ecstasy, arousal again rising in her body.

“Months from now, today’s feast will be but a snack for you. You’ll grow big and covered in beautiful fat, constantly asking for more” whispered Nyxeris, voice dripping with lust, her hands wandering in an almost sexual manner. She raised her head a little and looked at the distended abdomen, panting. After a few seconds, she brought her head down again and began vigorously kissing Liara’s belly, mostly around its navel. Over a minute had passed before older asari was finished "making Once Nyxeris calmed down and stopped shaking with excitement her expression shifted to gentle one and she leaned down to caress the top of the food-filled dome one last time. She carefully put a quilt on Liara and started to tuck her in with care. When older asari was sure that The young doctor was comfortable and safe from the cold she leaned down and put a single kiss on the slumbering patient's forehead.

“Sleep well Liara. I’ll do everything to make sure you are safe and happy” declared Nyxeris quietly. Surprisingly she was sincere, she truly intended to do just that. Liara was her hero, as she was for many, especially for all maidens. Nyxeris, while older than her still very much belonged to that group. Besides, it was hard to not admire somebody who stood alongside Commander Shepard against the army of the geth lead by a rogue spectre, it simply was something romantic about that. However fear of Shadow Broker's “punishment” in case of betrayal kept preventing her from confessing to Liara. Well… that and the fact that she was a high-functioning, perverted sociopath with various fetishes resolving around the gluttony of her fellow asaris and human women. In her mind, she did the best there was for Liara given the situation.

Liara is capable, but not enough to dethrone The Shadow Broker. I would like to see it happen, unfortunately, it’s simply impossible. She would only get herself killed. Instead, I will keep her here and make sure she is safe and pampered. When she forgets that drivel about staying thin and grow covered in adipose Liara will learn happiness. Besides I am going to make sure she is too busy shoving fatty treats into herself to think about The Shadow Broker or her lost loved ones and friends reasoned Nyxeris. It was for Liara’s own good, really, besides keeping such a fine and young specimen that underfed was a sin against the universe.

Nyxeris removed the remaining contents of her bag, it was replacement clothes for Liara. She dug through cabinets and switched all items, trying to make everything look undisturbed. Finally, she took all the loose items that didn’t belong in the bedroom any longer and put them into the bag. When The Observer was done in the bedroom she checked on Liara one last time and went downstairs to remove evidence and clean up,

Well, I suppose no job cannot consist of only pleasures she thought with a sigh. She checked an hour on her omnitool, fortunately, it was still relatively early. However, she had only half an hour to finish her tasks, before the cameras started recording. The entire operation would have been much harder if it was not for one detail. Cameras in Liara’s apartment, unless specified otherwise, did not record anything if it was day and the apartment owner was inside. Even though they were operating on a closed network, young asari was especially worried that somebody could learn of her actions and habits. Nyxeris managed to learn that little detail after weeks of grueling work by her subordinates, who researched Liara’s security system. Altogether lack of cameras in the bedroom also helped, but the entire place was packed tight with other, less direct sensors. That’s why she needed to keep her movements to the minimum.

After a rapid bout of work Nyxeris managed to clean all excessive evidence, plant fake one in form of empty alcohol bottles and install few small devices. She still had to dispose of Liara’s clothes, but that could wait for later. Shadow Broker operative did her best to appear drunk as she walked to the living room and loudly fallen her current bed.

Finally, dirty work’s done. I better catch some sleep, tomorrow is back to the office. Liara may be kinder and more understanding than The Shadow Broker, but she does not fuck around when it comes to work older asari thought with a grimace. She reminded herself when she head tried to test T’Soni heiress a little by “forgetting” where she stored some, hardly significant data about one of their clients. Younger asari remained civil, however, a following verbal “reprimand” was of legendary proportions.

She made me feel like some idiotic, little maiden she could annihilate with her little finger without threatening me or raising a voice. I don’t know if I was more aroused or terrified at that moment thought Nyxeris with a lewd smile.

I'm pretty sure if she ordered me to bow to her and kiss her feet with that bossy voice of hers I would have done so happily. If not her appearance I would have mistaken her for the matriarch, Goddess knows some people do. That’s true, with authority and respect Liara commanded, a lot of non-asari assumed she was a member of their most “prestigious” group. There were even at least two cases when fellow asari did such a mistake.

Speaking of thought Nyxeris and opened her omnitool under quilt and went to some cheesy dating site. Right after that, she activated a recently acquired communication device. She had to send a report.

“The second phase of operation “Ocean” finished

The third phase was initiated successfully, object suspects nothing.

The danger of deconspiration minimal.”

She sent the message and began to chaotically go through the dating portal while awaiting a reply. Finally, it came.

“Acknowledged, continue with operation

Do not fail me Observer"

Charming words of encouragement as always summarised Nyxeris and went to sleep. She switched off a quantum-based device and hid it, alongside another one that minimalized effects of hypnotic music, that was hidden on the back of her scalp until then. Her omnitool remained active. It would shut down by itself after 5 minutes, after all, she was drunk.

***

-Morning-

The sound of the alarm pierced painfully through Liara’s skull. Half-awake she immediately disabled diabolical device and sat on her bed. She rubbed her eyes trying to soothe throbbing in her head. Young asari remembered little from the end of the day before, but the smell of alcohol in her breath and cover of old sweat on her body painted a pretty clear picture. She opened her omitool and checked security, apparently, both she and Nyxeris spent the majority of time in the kitchen, then two people went downstairs, one went down and then went thought the kitchen, bathroom and finally went to the livingroom. She looked on a recording, beginning of it showed her assistant stumbling from the bathroom to her bed while stubbornly holding two spoons. The live feed of a messy kitchen with several empty bottles of strong Thessian wine as well as few other alcohols and Nyxeris sleeping in a rather “unique” position confirmed seemed her suspicions. At the same time, her systems showed no signs of forced entry or theft so further decreased chances of foul play.

So we have gotten drunk in the kitchen, afterward went to my bedroom, perhaps Nyxeris was helping me get here. After that, she went downstairs and partied herself for short while. However, neither cybersecurity nor her movement based on the sensor would suggest she tried to access my files physically or digitally. That’s good, perhaps she really can be trusted summarised Liara. Or she was too drunk to think of that. Still, Nyxeris proved herself to be competent, so I doubt she would allow herself to get that inebriated if she wanted to steal something or spy.

Liara sighed and checked the hour, it was 8:00 a.m.

I have no meetings this morning and don’t have to worry about arriving before Nyxeris. That means I can calmly clean myself and finish morning routine pondered T’Soni heiress. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand up and did few fast stretching exercises to wake up completely. Liara was surprised when she finished and started donning nightwear. Despite, now slight, aching of her head and heaviness of her limbs she felt wonderful. She slept deep, without interruptions and whatever she dreamed about had to be nice. Her muscles felt relaxed, no cramps and she was quickly snapping of her morning grogginess. For the first time in a long time she was that rested and relaxed, almost happy. A small smile appeared on her lips.

Perhaps Nyxeris staying here does have some advantages and so do her ideas. Even though some backfire on her.

She made her way downstairs with a change of clothes in hands. First, she personally inspected the apartment. Liara eyed disapprovingly mess in the kitchen, but besides that everything seemed to be in order. Afterward, The young doctor went to the livingroom, crouched near her assistant, and began gently shaking her.

“Nyxeris, wake up”

“Mmmmm”

“Nyxeris, it's morning already”

“Five more minutes” older asari replied a little more coherently.

“Fine but I’ll take half of your salary this month. Is that alright?” asked Liara in a pleasant, but serious tone. At that, older asari eyes snapped open and scanned her surroundings in bewilderment. Realizing the situation she heavily sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes.

“I’m awake ma’am” Nyxeris declared, her expression was telling a different story.

“I see. It seems we had a small party yesterday, do you remember what happened?” asked Liara standing above Nyxeris. Older asari put her head in hands and groaned.

“A few flashes, but it's all muddled” replied hangover asari.

“Very well. I am going to take a shower now. Please try to wake yourself up and to sort what happened yesterday up. You could use a shower too. Is that fine?” commanded Liara softly. Older asari only nodded, Liara smiled slightly as she started walking towards the bathroom and added:

“Half of salary Nyxeris, remember”

“Ma’am, you are joking right…? Ma’am?!” Nyxeri's voice echoed throughout the apartment, but her employer just entered the bathroom. Liara emerged before 10 minutes passed, a quick shower removed sweat from her body and remained of headache, further improving her mood. She remained oblivious to a new layer of padding that appeared on her body.

Former archaeologist found Nyxeris leaning over a steaming cup of coffee next to few boxes in plastic bags. Her employee appeared more awake, but still had the look of deep abomination on her face. Liara sat opposite her.

“May I have some coffee as well? How are feeling?” asked Liara. Her assistant absently stood up, took a new cup filled it with coffee, and placed it before younger asari. Nyxeris sat and gave Liara a haunted look.

“Roughly how I look. Which means that I am already dead” she replied with a groan and pointed at packages. “I prepared meals to work, including my breakfast. I doubt I could hold anything in the stomach right now.” Liara nodded at that and smiled with understanding.

“Of course. You said you remembered yesterday… celebration. Would like to share it with me now or after a shower?” asked Liara quietly, showing mercy to her suffering companion. Nyxeris signed.

“Now, I would like to finish my coffee when it’s still warm” answered older asari. Liara nodded with approval. Nyxeris took a deep breath and began.

“Firstly I must warn I remember only bits and pieces, but I’ll try. We were eating and dinging wine. I think we were talking about work but quickly switched to stories about our previous jobs. It was nice so when we finished the meal and the first bottle I brought another one and snacks. We were getting “happier” and more talkative. When the second bottle ran out we found a batarian brandy somewhere. Halfway through it, you started getting sleepy and wanted to go to bed. I helped you.” Nyxeris paused the explanation and took a large sip of pitch-black liquid. She resumed after a few seconds.

“By that time we were both quite inebriated at that point and everything gets even more blurry. We managed to get upstairs. And I am pretty sure… that I gave you massage, ma’am.” Older asari face covered purple blush and she took another sip of coffee.

“Considering how well my muscles are feeling today I have to thank you. Perhaps you could repeat it in the future, preferably when we are sober?” replied Liara with a smile. Nyxeris looked at her little bewildered and blinked but also smiled.

“I most certainly could, you are much more pret… polite than most of my previous clients. Ahem ... anyway, afterward I went back down and finished brandy ... that was a big mistake. From that point onward I remember nothing, sorry” apologized the older asari and finished her drink. Liara considered her words for a while, that story matched readings of her security system and so far her assistant hasn’t given her any reason to believe she was lying. Finally, she said:

“Considered events of the last days I think we both needed to unwind. As long as it does not become a norm everything’s fine. Now please take a shower, we don’t have any appointments early, but I still wouldn’t like to be late” said Liara firmly but with a smile. Her assistant returned the expression and stood up.

“Of course Liara. By the way, I reheated breakfast for you, it’s in the microwave” at with that Nyxeris went to the bathroom. Liara also stood and went to the device. She opened it and immediately her mouth watered at the smell. Inside was an entire platter filled with a pile of…

What humans call them… tortillas?

Bits of fried meat and vegetables rolled within a flat cake, thought considering smells ingredients were native to asari homeworld. She took the steaming meal and sat placing it on the table, her pupils were dilated.

It smells wonderful, still, it’s a bit too much for breakfast……

//*…eat everything…*//

…but...I am feeling feel quite peckish

With that thought, she licked her lips and bit into the first roll. She closed her eyes when taste reached her and all worries were thrown out of the window. Liara began to eat.

She was going to eat it all.

Chapter Text

4 weeks later, Friday
Liara’s apartment

A muffled scream echoed through the bedroom. The source of disturbance, young asari was stretched across the bed on the belly and wearing only underwear. Her face was firmly covered by a pillow, arms desperately clenching it. Her body shook one last time and all her limbs became limp. Above her, crouched on the bed was another, older asari with a focused expression on her face and hands on the younger one’s neck.

“Liara?” asked older asari. After a while, her junior turned her head slightly and answered.

“I am fine Nyxeris. Actually, I'm feeling much better than before” replied Liara with relief. Despite an unexpected pang of sharp pain, an extremely uncomfortable cramp just left that part of her body that had been treated by Nyxeris’s skillful fingers. The doctor’s entire body ached, as she spend the majority of that day standing. Besides her typical duties and meetings with few clients, she had attended a private gathering, hosted by a very influential and even more rich turian by the name of Timus Petadas.

“Then may I continue?” asked her assistant.

“Yes, please do” replied Liara and a blissful expression appeared on her face as young asari once again felt Nyxeris hands roam her back, relieving her of tension and stiffness. Her host had a slight obsession with his species art, so Liara and other “entrepreneurs” spent several hours admiring his collection as turian stopped by every piece, where he explained in length the item’s history and meaning.

I truly admire Timus's commitment to the culture of his people, however, he has little skill as a guide thought asari and released a relieved breath as Nyxeris's hands removed another cramp from her body.

Well, and the topic was not particularly thrilling. Forgive me Garrus, but your species art isn’t particularly thrilling. Then again knowing you, you would agree wholeheartedly mused young asari with amusement and a bit of melancholy. Yes… Garrus wasn’t a “good” turian, but he was a good person, even better friend.

So Liara had spent the entire afternoon standing listening to a turian businessman drone about his collection. Young asari couldn’t even fault her fellow attendees as they loosed interest, some even excused themselves and fled. However, she was a veteran of various lengthy and mind-bogglingly boring lectures on the university, ever surviving an entire elcor opera once. Thanks to those grueling experiences Liara managed to keep her attention on exposition and managed to impress turian with gathered knowledge afterward. Combining it with few sweet words Timus agreed to co-found her latest venture.

While money aren’t that much of an issue, but the patronage and his military connection will most definitely help thought Liara and lazily glanced at her assistant. Nyxeris was currently concentrated on her lower back, but it was her, who had given her idea for her latest private operation.

***

3 weeks earlier, Thursday

01:27 p.m.

Liara’s office

“Ma’am, may I have a question?” asked Nyxeris with a concerned voice as she entered the office. Liara swallowed a sweet treat she had just popped into her mouth and looked at her assistant from above the console. Nyxeris had put a sizable container of chocolates with a sweet filling, she had gotten as a promotion in one of the shops, with her food containers.  Liara was more than happy to slowly eat them as she waited on the next meal of the day.

“By all means” allowed younger asari and leaned back on the chair, sweet taste lingering in her mouth.

“I looked through dossiers of individuals you had asked me to contact and I am a bit surprised,” said Nyxeris as she sat opposite to her employer, holopad in hands.

“Viteltina Varirius, former turian field officer, was forced to retire due to injuries during geth’s attack on the Citadel. Agon Haejae, officially a marine scientist, “rumored” to be a retired STG operative” listed Nyxeris looking at holopad, a slight frown on her face. “And finally Zaeed Massani, a rather famous human mercenary, former co-founder of the Blue Suns. Not to mention numerous weapon and ship manufactures” older asari finished and looked at Liara.

“Ma’am, why we are sending those invites? I do not wish to dispute your decisions, but it’s much different from our usual operations” asked Nyxeris with confusion. Liara nodded and leaned on her desk.

“That’s a valid concern. To put it simply I decided to follow with your advice” replied younger asari looking her assistant directly in the eyes. Nyxeris blinked.

“I don’t quite understand…?” asked Nyxeris with confusion. She had several suspicions, but nothing concrete.

“Of course. You said that we lacked the manpower to challenge the Shadow Broker and you are right. Attack on you further showed that flaw. We, of course, could enlist mercenaries, but their loyalty and discipline are questionable at best” explained Liara steadily and bitted into another chocolate. Nyxeris eyes were widening as her thoughts became reality.

“You decided to assemble your own military” it was a statement, not a question this time. Liara only swallowed the treat and smiled.

“I think the term “private security force” would be more fitting, but essentially you are right. Provided personas you just listed agree to cooperate they begin to hire necessary personnel and train recruits,” said younger asari. Nyxeris only nodded at that.

“But what about your commandos? Surely they could do this as well?” asked still bewilder assistant.

“Yes, I do intend to assign some of them to this task, but we cannot remove a significant number of them from the field” continued Liara with the explanation. “Additionally they can only effectively train other asari and only in their way of combat. Currently, the most viable option for maidens who want to join a non-government affiliated combat group is Eclipse and we both know how they operate” Liara paused and ate another treat.

“While I think most enlisted will be asari, but I’ll place no race restrictions. Besides overspecialization equals failure, so we need experts from different backgrounds.” finished the young doctor, another chocolate flinging way to her mouth. Nyxeris only nodded, deep in thought. After a few seconds, she asked.

“Forgive me ma’am, but isn’t it a little much? Besides, isn’t Massani reaching limits of the human lifespan, wouldn’t somebody younger be better?”

“No, it is not, besides the Shadow Broker isn’t the only adversary out there, he isn’t even the most dangerous one. I rather start preparing for what is to come and “branching out” may confuse some of our “competition”. Massani, he was alive when humanity considered themselves alone in the universe. Since the beginning of his career, he fought and killed almost every type of enemy out there. He has a wealth of unique experience and can introduce recruits to a more unregulated aspect of this trade. Not to mention he started one such group from scratch. According to my Intel, his mind is still sharp and this is what I need.” Liara answered and added “Besides I have something that should ensure his cooperation. Is there something else?”

Her assistant was digesting new information for some time. Finally, she nodded.

“No ma’am. I vary of this venture, but I trust you to guide us through it successfully” replied Nyxeris with a small smile and stood up.

“I will begin forming inquires and look into securing facilities as well as staff” with that she bowed slightly and went back to her desk.

Liara watched as doors closed behind her assistant. She was feeling a little guilty about dragging older asari into her mess, but she had made sure Nyxeris knew risk at the beginning of their cooperation. Her hand went to the box but found nothing. Liara’s eyes narrowed and with disappointment looked at the empty container.

Candies were delicious, what’s more, a dreaded, hollow feeling had resurfaced in her stomach. The young doctor checked an hour and smiled with relief. It was late enough for the third meal of the day. Lately, Nyxeris convinced her to split her 3 meals into 6, reasoning action with bits of dietary knowledge.

Liara took out containers and unwrapped food. The first plate contained several big lamb chops, the second was filled with a type of grey pasta with gravy, Liara was unfamiliar with this dish but it smelled quite good. Finally a smaller container with several medium-sized pastries inside and about a liter worth of thick, creamy, coffee-smelling liquid.

Milkshake her mind supplied and desire appeared in her eyes. The big size of portions didn’t bother her in the slightest, despite receiving enough food for at least two people. Liara quickly reheated meat and pasta and began to eat. As soon as the first bite disappeared behind her lips a blissful feeling spread through her.

Young asari relaxed, right now it was only her and delicious meal before, everything else ceased to exist. Every bit moving down her gullet felt heavenly, taste brought delight. When Liara finished with a hot part of the meal she was no longer hungry, however, thought of stopping was alien to her. Ex-archaeologist attentions shifted to the pastries, she took one of cram filed pastries and carefully bit into it. However, as she ate she wasn’t able to prevent from getting sweet cream on her face. When the last of treats found its way into the doctor’s belly, instead of cleaning herself normally, Liara licked the remaining filling from her face and fingers clean. Finally, her eyes landed on the container with a caffeine-laced liquid. Young asari took off the lid, placed straw inside and took a small sip.

“Mmmm…” 

Yummy thought young doctor as the liquid began to pour into her. The drink was sweet, tasted similar to coffee but had none of the bitterness and a wonderful creamy texture. Liara began quickly sucking milkshake into her eager mouth and to her tummy. After almost a minute delicious drink ran out.

Liara leaned in her chair and put a hand on her, now, swollen belly. She was a stuffed, tasty meal leaving her more than sated. At the same some strange feeling of craving, dissatisfaction crept over her. A second hand joined on Liara’s and began to careens blue sphere through the material of her dress. Not as much to relieve pressure, but with longing.

//* …remember that feeling. … never settle for anything less…*//

I could go for more… pondered Liara wishfully and licked her lips at thought of more food. 

***

-Present-

That was when this entire thing “officially” started thought Liara. She felt Nyxeris’s hand as they approached her bottom.

“Ma’am, should I continue or start with your legs?” asked her assistant with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. It took a few seconds younger asari to understand what she had meant.

Oh…it’s a bit inappropriate, but all things considered, we are already past “proper”. Besides, it feels so good. thought Liara.

“Please continue. But nothing “exotic” replied finally information broker. Nyxeris shoot her a quick smile and put a new portion of lotion on her hands. Liara gasped quietly when cold liquid made contact with her cheeks, but quickly a pleasure started pouring into her brain. As her eyes rolled in ecstasy her mind returned to memories.

***

Two weeks ago

Liara’s office

Opposite to Liara sat three figures. A female turian with porcelain-colored plates and purple face paint, that was interrupted by few scars, wearing a typical, “business” suit. Miss Varirius maintained neutral expression only sometimes interrupted by a slight move of mandibles that indicated discomfort caused by her injuries. A male salarian in a casual outfit, his face and posture showing discrete signs of his advanced, for his species, age. Mister Haejae was shooting glances in various directions, but there was no doubt in Liara’s mind that he paid attention to her. Those two were “specialists” she contacted. The third person was Eristena, leader of commandos that she had “inherited” from her mother and decided to remain in her employ.

She was somewhat of a special case, commandos usually had a proper amount of muscle but mostly relied on speed and mainly, biotics. Eristena, despite being roughly Liara’s height would be never mistaken for younger asari. Save for her head, every part of her body was twice as wide as that of Liara’s. Her entire frame was covered in a hard muscle that a carrier bodybuilder would not be ashamed of, she often had required custom-made outfits, like the dark commando leathers she currently wore. It gave her a bit of brutish look, but anybody who judged her based on appearance was in for a surprise. Despite her proportions, Eristena was terrifyingly fast and possessed a swift mind. Her skin was a shade lighter than a young doctor’s, face clear of paintings with sharp cheekbones and simple, but elegant lines. Liara would never admit it out loud but she used to have a bit of a crush on muscular asari.

Commando was wearing a slight frown on her face, but considering circumstances it was understandable. Eristena was not pleased by being “replaced”. However, she accepted Liara's logic as her plans held a lot of merits. The fourth seat was empty. Both turian and salarian discreetly scanned their surroundings, more with curiosity than caution.

Massani has yet to arrive. He did inform us that he had to finish the assignment through Liara. She appeared completely composed, the perfect image of an asari businesswoman, although deep down she was a bit distressed. Ex-archaeologist was just finishing going over the last details when the intercom alarm was heard. Liara clicked on it.

“Ma’am, Mr. Massani has arrived” informed Nyxeris’s voice.

“Please, let him in” replied Liara and turned to her guests

“It would seem the consultant I told you about come earlier than expected” she informed them. After few seconds doors opened and the newcomer entered. An old human, wearing battered armor with yellow tints, his face covered in scars.

“Sorry ‘bout delay. I had a… business to take care of” said Zaeed, clearly not sorry in the slightest.

“Mr. Massani welcome, please take a seat. I am afraid we were just finishing. Nyxeris will send you today’s arrangements unless there is something you need to necessarily go over with me?” said Liara with a measured smile to the elderly human. He sat comfortably on an empty chair and shook his head.

“Only that lil’ detail about my payment. But later, in private” said Zaeed and leaned back on hair. Liara nodded.

“Zaeed Masani? Human mercenary knew for accomplishing seemingly impossible missions. Notoriously independent, appears to be in conflict with the command of Blue Suns” assessed salarian, his eyes slightly narrowed. Zaeed only glanced at him with a grimace.

“Yep, that’s me. You have a problem with it?” asked grey-haired human with a gruff voice.

Eristena only sighed, Viteltina did a turian equivalent of a grimace. Known for unusual tactics or not a female turian wasn’t too fond of cooperating with a mercenary.

“No problem. Just surprised” assured salarian in a peaceful voice.

“Mister Masani is here to, besides contributing to the training of recruits, share his knowledge about privateer business” said Liara calmly with intertwined hands and added, “Do any of you have an issue with him being here?”

Varirius began to slowly shake her head.

“No. At least as long he does not compromise my work or recruit’s progress” informed disabled turian in a steady voice.

“Same here” added Eristena calmly. She was not too thrilled either, but she had experience working with mercenaries and was more flexible in this matter.

“Excellent. Let’s return to the matter at hand” said Liara, ultimately closing the discussion. They spent about 15 minutes finishing the remaining issues.

“I think It will be all. We will meet in next week. If you need anything please contact Nyxeris. Thank you all” dismissed them Liara, again with a pleasant face, both salarian and turian complied. However, Eristena stayed and looked at Liara.

“Miss T’Soni, are you sure I’m not needed anymore?” asked commando with absolute calamity, but Liara could see the worry in her posture. Younger asari smiled in her mind at her senior's protectiveness. Eristena was not too keen about leaving her alone with the mercenary. However, ex-archaeologist doubted Masani would try anything, of course she know he took jobs from The Shadow Broker, but he wouldn’t risk his credibility like and he specialized in combat, not assassination. Finally, there was his “payment”, he wouldn’t risk losing it.

Worst case scenario, I should be able to stall him long enough for help to arrive or at least take him with me thought Liara grimly. Outwardly she smiled softly.

“Yes, but thank you. Mister Masani is a professional, I’m sure he will remain a perfect gentleman. Also, I’m really grateful that you agreed to go along with this” reassured Liara. Muscular asari gave a small sigh and smiled slightly for the first time that day.

“Of course. I’ll be going then” replied Eristena and did just that. Liara watched as hard muscles of commando's legs played under black, protective leather as she walked through the door.

Thick thighs save lives a phase Liara had heard somewhere from humans resurfaced in her mind. With a titanic effort, she managed to shift her attention back to elderly human. Fortunately, he too was focused on older asari.

“Heh…biotics or not I would not want to be introduced to her fists” chuckled Zaeed after the door closed.

”A sound approach and I hope you will give her no reason to. Will you Mister Masani?” asked Liara in a firm voice. The elderly human looked at her.

“I am going to be prim and proper. At least if you wrote the truth. Do you really know where that bastard is or you are having me on?” questioned Zaeed in a gruff voice. 

“Mister Masani not unlike you I gained my reputation thanks to my “honestly”. I did manage to locate your former colleague, Vito and continue to monitor him. All available information about him will be given to you at the end of our collaboration as stated in my message” explained Liara calmly, looking him in the eyes. Grey-haired mercenary grimaced.

“’ don’t suppose you give it now as a sign of goodwill and all that? And call me Zaeed missy, “Mister Masani” makes me sound like some damned bureaucrat” said mercenary. Liara leaned slightly towards him.

“Zaeed, we both know if I gave you that location now, you would immediately fly there. Given your reputation, perhaps you would return IF you survived. I already gave up significant resources for this operation, including locating Vido and I don’t have a habit of uselessly wasting money. So forgive my reluctance in that matter” retorted ex-archaeologist firmly” explained asari flatly. The elderly human grimaced once again but nodded.

“Can’t fault me for trying. Fine, I’ll work for you. Playing teacher may be a nice change of pace, I suppose. But don’t try to scam me, it never ends well” said Zaeed, a look of annoyance still present on his face. Liara only smiled.

“Likewise, but rest assured it’s not my intention. Is there anything else?”

“Nah… I’ll install myself, look around and check whatever you have already prepared” replied human and stood up.

“Very well. Oh, one more thing. It’s Mrs. T’Soni or ma’am, eventual doctor T’Soni” said Liara strongly, looking mercenary directly in the eyes. They spent several seconds staring at each other when something akin to a smile appeared on Zaeed’s face.

“Sure doc” replied elderly human and exited Liara’s office.

Well, that went well thought Liara and leaned on the chair with a heavy sigh. Even though she received agreements earlier it was the first actual meeting of her new “employees”. She had anticipated arguments but managed to avoid them so far.

Still, there will be much more opportunities for those later. For now, let’s enjoy peace and quiet.

Her hand went to her belly.

Yes, enjoy…

Liara took out and began unwrapping her current meal. Today she had a platter of ground meat baked between layers of flat pasta, cheese and sauce.

 I believe humans have a similar dish, “lasagne”? she wondered as looked into a second container, a large bowl of thick calamari soup. Finally, a cake filled with fruit jams as dessert. Young asari didn’t as much as bat an eye at the size of the portions, instead, she simply licked her lips and went to reheat her meal. The scrumptious smell filling the air as Liara placed them on the desk.

Liara began cutting “lasagne” and food began subsequently disappearing between her smiling lips. Despite her quick pace it took her some time to place to deliver the entire first course to her belly. Ex-archaeologist lifted soup-filed bowl as soon as she finished. Instead of wasting time with the spoon she put an edge of the container to her lips and tilted it. A large, clearly visible gulps ran down her throat and to her belly further filling it. Finally, all liquid found its way into Liara’s voracious midriff. She put an empty bowl down and quickly put her hand to her mouth.

“*burp*”

Young asari remained unfazed and promptly attacked the cake, making a quick work of it. When everything edible was packed in her stomach she cleaned herself and once again leaned back. Her hands began massaging her modest foodbaby. Liara’s hunger was banished and the meal was delicious, but a small furrow formed on her face.

I am full and Nyxeris’s cooking was implacable as always, but something…

//*another delicious morsel traveling to her belly… her stomach purple and angry, full of pain and ready to burst…but she still eats more, discomfort drowned under waves of pleasure... ecstasy follows as every bit passes her lips, travels down and further distends her belly... yes she needs to eat more…*//

…is missing

***

A pang of hunger interrupted her recollection. 

Another effect of today’s “sightseeing” thought Liara annoyed. Her host provided meals suitable for the biology of various races, but in order to maintain a “proper” image, she had to limit her intake. It resulted in her being returning hungry, but too tired to acknowledge it. Now after resting and her assistant’s treatment her stomach’s pleas resurfaced.

Speaking of… thought Liara and glanced at Nyxeris with half-closed eyes. Older asari was already at the finish with hands on her feet sole and with a look of complete concentration.

I am tempted to make her stay due to her massages alone. Nyxeris skill is making her very… pleasant to have around mused Liara. Indeed her assistant proved to have a very useful in the home. She kept doing all those time-consuming chores when Liara worked. Not to mention she was an incredible cook and a week ago proposed they do exercises together. It was good to get some decent physical activity, what’s more, Liara didn’t need to get out of the home.

Who would have thought that hiring somebody with experience working at resorts would come with so many useful benefits wondered younger asari with delight as her assistant worked on her feet. Unfortunately, all good things come to pass. After a few minutes both her legs were back on matters, free of Nyxeris’s wondrous fingers. Liara stretched lazily a little and rolled on her back. She felt wonderful and relaxed save for emptiness in her stomach.

“Thank you Nyxeris. I’m feeling much better now, remind me to make it up to you. I’m going to sleep now unless there is something urgent?” said Liara with a weary voice, looking at her sitting assistant. Nyxeris tilted her head and gave her a slightly confused look.

“There is nothing urgent at the moment ma’am, but what about dinner? I have everything prepared, it just needs to be heated.” Informed older asari.

“Isn’t it a bit late?” asked Liara. While she was hungry, what little she known about dieting discouraged eating just before sleep.

“A bit, yes. But considering what you told me you must be famished and it’s ill-advised to make such sudden jumps in daily intake. Besides, I doubt that you were offered anything substantial. I would advise you to eat something” explained Nyxeris with a small smile. Liara considered her words for a short while.

“Very well then. I will join you as soon as I collect myself and put something on” agreed ex-archaeologist. Nyxeris nodded and went downstairs. It took Liara a longer while to find strength in herself to move from a comfortable position. She stood up and began to dress. After five minutes she went down in loose, comfortable clothing. This time Liara wasn’t surprised by mouth-watering smells coming from her kitchen but was still impressed by her assistant's culinary skills. Prothean expert was greeted by a big platter filled with pasta mixed, bits of ham and molten cheese.

“I am afraid it’s a bit plain, but I think it will suit your tastes,” said Nyxeris as she put a cup of tea near platter. Liara sat down by steaming dish.

“I’m sure it will. Thank you Nyxeris” replied younger asari as she grabbed utensils and focused on what she now considered yo be a normal-sized portion. Her assistant smiled warmly and nodded. Liara looked at the deliciously smelling meal before her and unconsciously licked her lips, she dug in.

Wonderful… she thought with bliss. Despite its simplicity, the dish tasted divine. Liara was steadily, but quickly putting portions in her mouth, gooey mass sliding down to Liara’s empty pit of a stomach, filling it. Each portion brought young asari feeling of warmth and pleasure while slowly quenching her hunger. Despite portion’s size, it easily was a dish for two, but Liara managed to clear entire platter under ten minutes. She drank tea and wiped her mouth.

Ex-archaeologist didn’t stand up instead slowly contemplated her empty plate. Meal quelled her hunger, but nothing more. Despite delicious taste that still lingered in her mouth, Liara once again felt that strange lack of fulfilment.

She was not FULL.

“Ma’am? Perhaps you would like some more?”. Her assistant voice brought her back to reality but only made her resolve to crumble even more. Liara knew it was late and she was no longer starving so she shouldn’t…

//*… she still eats more, ecstasy follows as every bit passes her lips and further distends her belly...*//

//* …remember that feeling. … never settle for anything less…*//

//*..eat everything…*//

“If you think it still alright given hour I would like some more” said Liara and nodded absently. Young asari mind felt a little muddled suddenly, probably from spending entire day standing. Nyxeris smiled warmly and went quickly to the fridge. A large bowl filled with bits of poultry and vegetables was placed before Liara.

“It’s quite alright ma’am. I always make it so meals aren’t equal to the maximum allowed intake in case we are still feeling a bit peckish afterwards. You don’t need to worry if you want to take something extra to eat. Please, it was supposed to be part of your lunch, try it while I reheat rest of the pasta” said Nyxeris pleasantly.

Liara nodded in acknowledgement, her assistant words brought her acceptance. She looked at the dish before her and renewed her task. Prothean expert was not overly fond of cold salads with meat, but this one was quite good. What’s more with every portion feeling in her stomach shifted from not hungry to pleasantly full. As she finished Liara felt almost stuffed, however at the same time bowl was replaced with another platter full of cheese and meat covered pasta.

“Here ma’am. Please enjoy” said Nyxeris with a sweet voice.

“Thank you I will” replied Liara with an absent voice and immediately returned to transporting delicious mix to her mouth. She ate dutifully bit after bit, despite fullness in her stomach. Liara wasn’t unaware of it, she simply was not bothered by that feeling. Quite opposite in fact, with every portion that passed past her lips young asari, was being filled with the feeling of fulfillment she was missing before. That, combined with excellent taste were successfully stopping whispers of doubts from resurfacing. 

“Liara, if you are feeling peckish or simply want something to snack on, do not hesitate to ask me. I will make sure to give you the amount that does not compromise your diet. But also do not worry about taking food by yourself, only tell me later and I will make sure to take into account while making meals. Really, neither is something to worry about” explained Nyxeris with a warm voice, further reassuring Liara.

Meanwhile, younger asari was halfway her latest meal, fullness in her midriff becoming unreal. The belly already was inflated by several inches outwards, its size amplified due to the layer of adipose that formed during the last weeks. Despite a strained stomach, Liara continued to shove a heavy combination of meat, pasta, and cheese into her mouth. She ate fast and maintained basic manners, but appeared to be in some sort of trance, her attention solely focused on inhaling a delicious meal before her.

Finally, a second heaped platter worth of food found its way into Liara’s belly. Ex-archaeologist took a few calming breaths and cleaned herself with napkins. Nyxeris appeared next to her, a pitcher in her hands.

“Tea, ma’am” asked pleasantly her assistant.

“Yes, please” responded Liara, still a little dazed. Nyxeris refilled the doctor's cup and Liara poured its content into her mouth. Despite painful fullness inside, younger asari felt content and warmth radiating from her stomach. Unfortunately, her eyelids felt heavier with every second.

It's high time I get to bed. I may not need to go to the office, but still have a load of work thought Liara as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Thank you for the meal, Nyxeris. I think I’ll retreat to the bed” informed younger asari trying to appear as composed as she could.

“Of course ma’am. I’ll do some quick cleaning and go to sleep as well. Goodnight” said Nyxeris and nodded.

“Goodnight” replied Liara and headed upstairs while her assistant began cleaning. The doctor managed to put on pajamas and tucked herself in. She was quickly falling asleep but one of her hands found her stomach and began caressing the taut dome. What pain it caused was easily overwhelmed by pleasure and a sense of fulfillment. Liara kept half-consciously massage her stomach, tracing its roundness.

Beautiful thought T’Soni heiress and with that she fell asleep.

***

The moment Liara reached her bedroom, Nyxeris face split a wide smile, so far her plan worked splendidly. Younger asari was growing more accustomed to her presence, and keep lowering her guard. While they still maintained strict security measures, Liara was slowly becoming more trusting towards her ”assistant”. Of course, the information broker was far from giving her full access to her network. It was small things but they increased over time.

It was expected. Liara didn’t become so successful being careless thought Nyxeris while finishing cleaning. When she was done, The Observer went to the bathroom and started showering, still deep in thought.

It's a good thing I did our first “session” so soon pondered The Observer as she was washing Otherwise, lack of knowledge about dieting or not, she would start getting suspicious and research the Pit out of it. The good doctor would start asking why her meals could feed a family of three each. Just like with exercises.

The Shadow Broker’s operative shook her head at the memory. About a week ago she proposed to Liara that if she wants they could exercise together based on her knowledge from various resorts. Her “employer” was, dare she speak it, enthusiastic, even though she hid it well.

The set of activities Nyxeris had prepared was designed specifically to prevent muscle atrophy and maintain good health while burning as few priceless calories as possible, but it didn’t remain intact. Or rather it received few additions. It had taken Liara two days to look into that topic and present her with a list of extra exercises they could do. Even with excuses such as lack her knowledge about them or their time consumption Nyxeris hadn’t been able to veto all of them.

And it’s not the first time she caught me like that. I knew Liara could be intense when she wants to, but by The Goddess, I never suspected just how much. Last month has been bizarre, I am getting more terrified, amazed, and excited by Liara with every day thought Nyxeris when she was going to her bed, remains of moisture quickly steaming from her skin.

Older asari, despite being the object of Liara’s “reprimand” before and seeing her exceptional capabilities as an information broker, for the first time understood why The Shadow Broker himself(?) considered T’Soni heiress as a threat. In months’ time younger asari managed to prepare the foundations of her own mercenary company, they were ready to begging initial recruitment. The pace of those events made the older asari’s head spin.

Well, all things considered, it doesn’t compromise the core of the plan. Now time to do some research thought Nyxeris with a smile as she positioned herself comfortably in bed and opened her omnitool. It collected data from sensors she placed around the apartment, nothing fancy, but enough for her needs. After few seconds Nyxeris found what she was looking for.

“Current weight: 198,5 lbs.”

The Observer bit her lips as a jolt of pleasure and excitement ran through her at the sight before her eyes. 

It’s a gain of 35 pounds. While a significant part of it is a result of her drug-induced binge, but still it’s the most promising number. Shame I cannot organize those more often pondered The Observer with a longing expression. As much as she would like to, Liara would immediately get suspicious after waking up without memories once again in a short time span. Even if the doctor would not have immediately found out the truth, she would implement even more extensive security measures. Nyxeris could not risk that, preparing and executing everything so far had been hard enough. Liara getting wind of her “activities” would mean failure of the entire operation.

Unfortunately, we are going to start exercises “for real” this weekend. But I’m pretty sure all necessary suggestions took hold of her. I waited longer than necessary to make sure of it, It’s high time to start giving her some actual meals instead of those appetizers Liara has been eating during last months mused Nyxeris with delight as she was positing herself comfortably in bed.

Portions Liara had been receiving were large but much smaller than The Observer had in store for her. That “limit” had been caused two reasons, ex-archaeologist could have got suspicions despite compulsions put into her mind, if she had been presented with such a large amount of food at once and, most likely, forced herself to eat it all. 

Second, Nyxeris wanted Liara to “ask” for more, which would allow her to encourage younger asari to do so again in the future when she desired more and to eat even without Nyxeris handing her treats.

Liara will be more likely to stuff her face by herself, now and with properly sized portions, even with those pointless exercises will be buried under a luscious fat. Thought Shadow Broker’s operative and a wide smile appeared on her face.

She is beginning to round nicely. Even with her muscles, Liara can easily be considered chubby. I most certainly felt more padding than before though Nyxeris with bliss at the memory of massage from before. Unbeknownst to her “employer”, older asari enjoyed entire as much, if not more, as her “patient”. Nyxeris had an opportunity to… examine Liara’s beautiful body and asses the newly formed layer of adipose.

Everything is getting nice, soft and round. Sill this is but a pitiful amount that NEEDS to expand. Do not worry Liara I’ll make sure you happily grow large and even more beautiful thought Nyxeris, reminding herself of Liara’s current stature.

Young doctor, besides the overall layer of adipose, has gotten noticeable curvier, a visible increase in her breasts, butt, and hips. Most importantly a potbelly appeared on Liara, a beginning of a proper gut, soon to be filled with blubber. The extra weight made her only more alluring, Nyxeris most definitely was… impressed by her “employer” thicker figure. Although, The Observer was even more excited at the prospect of even curvier T’Soni heiress.

All groundwork is done. Now I only have to watch as Liara gets to a healthy weight. After that, she won’t be able to get in harm’s way and I get to be a witness to this glorious sight. Most immortally that will convince The Shadow Broker of my idea thought Nyxeris with delight and joined Liara in the land of dreams.

Chapter Text

A month later, Wednesday
Red Spirit company’s temporary training center

Liara had mangled to organize time away from her usual duties in order to inspect the establishment of facilities and recruitment process. Currently, she was sitting in the office overlooking the main hall. Prothean expert was wearing her white, “practical” cloak, with few extra items, just in case, although earlier she had problems putting it on. It felt tight and too small in a few places, although lately, she had a similar problem with other clothes, mostly with shoes. However, like times before Liara ignored it, she had more pressing matters than a slight inconvenience.

Near her sat Nyxeris, who was checking paperwork already generated by the company and the background of some recruits. Meanwhile, Eristena and Viteltina were finishing talking about the new workforce.

“...well, but still only beginning considering your plans Miss T’Soni. There are few rowdier recruits, but we only kept those with high potential and we should be able to make them into something useful. At least for now” finished female turian and looked from holopad.

“One krogan enlisted and passed screening” added commando. Viteltina nodded.

“Ah...Yes, surprisingly enough as a technician not as a soldier. He seems reasonable enough and skilled at his job. Should we fire him, after the trial period?” asked female turian.

Liara looked away from the window. Thought it could be seen groups of training recruits and still built temporary facilities. Among them were Zaaed, Agon, and a few new “instructors” Liara had hired based on her advisors’ recommendations.

“Yes, as long as he does his job properly and doesn’t start any trouble there is no need for any action. Try to find out his motivations, but it’s low on the priority list. Is there anything else that needs my attention?” said the ex-archaeologist with a small smile. Both commando and former soldier pondered for a few seconds.

“Nothing comes to my mind at the moment Miss T’Soni” replied female turian. Eristena remained silent and rubbed her hands. Thought entire “visit” she looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t decide to. Finally shook her head.

“I’m good, Liara” exclaimed commando honestly but with a slightly concerned look. Liara felt a slight pang of worry at commando’s unusual behavior but decided not to hold off questioning for later. Outwardly she smiled.

“Thank you both for your efforts. Eristena, could you show me the layout of this place, while Nyxeris finishes. Provided, of course, you can spare some time” said ex-archaeologist. That was mostly an excuse to see her now employees for herself and prolong a break from typical work.

How my life changed. A break usually meant a good book, a walk or maybe a vid. Briefly Shepard’s company or conversation with somebody from Normandy’s crew. thought young asari longingly. Unfortunately, she did not have time for those activities or they were too risky, or simply not available. Commando looked at turian, but Viteltina only shook her head.

“At the moment there is nothing I cannot handle at my own” replied former military. At that muscular asari smiled slightly.

“Let’s go then,” said Eristea, stood up and headed towards passage. Liara followed her leaving her assistant and disabled turian in the office.

Eristena navigated with the doctor between various groups of trainees and pieces of equipment. Everything seemed makeshift, which was true as a current state was temporary. Bigger, specialized facilities were being prepared, bet all already present equipment was of good quality and everything seemed to go on in orderly fashion. It had been a good idea to enlist the help of the former turian military.

Liara watched everything carefully, only stopping to take a better look or ask a question. The sight of such tasks was a pleasant change to her usual routine full of tedious work, even though each step brought pangs of discomfort. Liara really needed that outfit re-sized. 

Eristena was replying to questions, sometimes adding something by herself. Considering her slight smile, despite her first reservations, commando enjoyed her current task. They passed various recruits mostly asari, quite a few turians, humans and salarians, a drell somewhere. There were no batarians so far, few had passed screening, none decided to remain when they heard who was to be their employer. Being a… companion of “Butcher of Torfan” didn’t bring Liara any friends amongst fourth-eyed species.

And that only training section pondered Liara at the sight of the multispecies crowd. Finally, Eristena stopped, her smile widened by a few nanometres at the scene before them. A group of asari during commando training.

“Those are a very mixed bag, but I think we can make commando out of them,” said muscular asari. Liara smiled.

“With you in charge, I am sure of it” assured Liara with full confidence. Nobody could deny the main commando’s devotion to her tasks, especially training her potential subordinates. Eristena face twitched in a way that would indicate a widening of her simile and opened her mouth…

“So you are Liara T’Soni” said a voice near them. Both asari looked in that direction, suddenly on full alert.

...and here goes my good mood sighed Liara. Approaching them was asari maiden in commando outfit, her skin a few shades darker than Liara’s and wearing a simple face paint, composed from a few straight, blood-red lines running from her forehead to the end of her crest. However most noticeable was her expression, a combination of superiority and disdain. The commando-to-be body was oozing with self-confidence.

“I expected something… more from somebody who helped to stop the Saren Arterious. Shame” exclaimed the newcomer and stopped before Liara and Eristena with hands on hips. Ex-archaeologist only sighed in thoughts.

“Is there an issue, Miss…?” said Liara, maintaining her professional facade. 

.

“Heless Vate. When I signed up for this I expected to work for a famous hero. Instead, all I got is a fat bureaucrat that probably never fired a gun” new hire expressed her disappointments with face showing complete disregard for her conversationalist. It reminded Liara of her former “colleagues” who kept laughing off her theories and discoveries. She quashed rising annoyance and presented her best “diplomatic” expression. Older commando maintained a neutral pose, but the doctor clearly saw her hard muscles tense, ready for a potential threat.

“Recruit, you’re out of order,” said Eristena strongly and moved towards rebellious asari, but was stopped by Liara’s hand.

“Miss Vate, if you are dissatisfied with this operation, me, or the way I am handling my affairs you can resign, especially at such an early stage” stated Liara and quickly checked surroundings from corners of her eyes, an audience appeared. Heless snorted.

“And leave this mess to be completely fucked up by paper pushers like you and those antiques you hired? I don’t think so, this group needs somebody who knows how to get things done” declared maiden confidently, with few others with similar face paints positioned behind her. With titanic effort, Liara managed to stop herself from signing and rolling her eyes. Ex-archaeologist quickly scanned her “challengers”. Their postures betrayed the barest of traces of combat training.

Some maidens take few combat lessons as a fleeting fancy or they are mercenary dropouts or both. pondered information broker. I don’t have time for this

“Miss Vate, are you done presenting reasons for such high death rates amongst maidens? Or do you have something valuable to say?” replied Liara flatly, all traces of pleasant notes in her voice were gone, replaced with absolute coldness.

“What?” said Heless, self-assured expression leaving her face. Clearly, it was not a turn of events she had been expecting.

“It is not some gang where if you yell strong enough you become top dog, did you expect me to fall on my knees, trembling and leave everything here to you?” asked Liara and put her hand behind her back.

“Listen you fat…”

“And now the name-calling. Perhaps you should stomp a little?” interrupted Liara.

“Did you took look around? Even if I was intimidated by you or you managed to kill me how do you intend to finalize it? Of course, so far everything goes along well, but all of this is being founded by me, and believe me my finances are very well guarded. There is no guarantee that other recruits will follow you, even if you hag money” Liara’s words were piercing like a scalpel.

“Miss Vate, you are asari and could bid your time until you had the support and everything is set in place. But please explain what exactly was you intended?” finished information broker, her voice calm and cold as the vacuum of space. She looked at the “rebellious” asari. Heless arrogance disappeared, replaced by fury. She clenched her fists, visibly shaking and face purple with anger. Around them gathered a crowd watched the entire scene. One of asaris accompanying her came to furious Heless and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Heless maybe we should…” she did not finish as she was pushed away. Furious commando’s frown deepened, showing teeth, and her entire body flared with biotics.

“Die you pureblood bitch!” yelled Heless and took a pose to attack. She didn’t get a chance to, ex-archaeologist despite lack of action in recent months was vastly superior in terms of training and experience. A ball of blue energy, that was earlier prepared behind Liara’s back slammed enraged asari in the torso and sent her flying into a large, metal container. She fell to the floor leaving a noticeable dent in its wall. After a few seconds, rebellious asari managed to lift herself to her knees but spat some purple blood as soon as she managed this feat. Still supported by four limbs she managed to lift her head but was greeted by the barrel of the M-4 Shuriken submachine pistol.

“Are you going to pose further problems Miss Vate?” asked Liara coldly while still aiming at kneeling maiden.

“…no…” panted now extremely pale and frightened asari, all courage left her body at the sight of the barrel and her employer indifferent expression. Blood still dripped from her mouth, she was clearly in pain. Liara gestured for Heless’s companions to approach.

“Take Miss Vate to ambulatory and make sure she receives proper medical attention” ordered the information broker. They nodded and did just that. Liara looked around, about half of her new employees had been witness to the entire ordeal.

“I am sorry for this display. However, I want you to understand something. I have no intention of establishing another mercenary company where a chance at promotion is equal to killing a superior. What I need is a reliable militia that does not sabotage itself due to the ambitions of some overly ambitious fools. Thanks to it you will not have to worry about backstabbing as well as be provided by me with much better terms of employment than other similar…companies” Liara paused and took a deep breath.

“In exchange, I demand discipline and obedience. Understandably some of you may not like this arrangement or for other reasons are unsatisfied with working in my employ. If so please file a complaint or resign, but displays similar to Miss Vate’s only prove stupidity. Now please return to your duties” finished Liara, last parts she spoke in a firm but much more amicable tone. Slowly crow began to thin as everything died down. Eristena walked to Liara.

“Let’s go,” said muscular asari with a weary voice.

***

Later both asari were passing an empty hallway in the still undeveloped section of the facility.

“I’m sorry about that incident Liara. Heless Vate was one of the recruits passed with hopes of curbing their temperament. I predicted that they would be troublesome, but not that moronic” apologized Eristena. Liara smiled sadly.

“It’s fine if we could predict everything we would need extra forces in the first place. I’m sure that you would have saved me if she had managed somehow to land hit on me” said ex-archaeologist with a hint of amusement. Commando looked at her.

“On another note, don’t you think that was a bit risky. You haven’t had decent sparring in months and Vate and her friends were surrounded by our people, not to mention…”

“Viteltina was aiming at her with a sniper rifle, I know. We could have them disabled or killed, almost immediately, but that’s not the kind of impression I hoped to go for. Hopefully, that display will elevate me a bit in their opinion without making me look like a tyrant. I was lucky too, a fraction of second later and she would get first shot” explained Liara with a small grimace. At that moment she felt sluggish, much more than in previous engagements and ill-fitting outfit hadn’t been helping. This time Eristena gave her a sincere smile.

“If so, don’t you think you hit her a bit too strong? She had broken most of her ribs at least” noticed muscular asari. Liara grimaced slightly.

“I suppose it’s another proof that I am out of practice” admitted the young doctor and wondered. Muscular asari chuckled.

I did prepare a strong attack to take her down immediately, but it should be nowhere that strong. I’ll have to make sure something like this does not repeat.

“I see. Well, we would be honored to have you train with us” proclaimed commando, still smiling. Liara returned smile weakly.

“I would love to, truly. By the Goddess, it would be infinitely more pleasant than my current activities. Unfortunately, I simply don’t have enough time for that. There is barely enough time to do some basic exercises at home” explained Liara with a longing expression, she was absolutely truthful. Who would have thought that young doctor would miss it so much? Eristena only nodded.

“Of course, but the invitation is open if you change your mind,” said Eristena and stopped smiling.

“I know we were never particularly close, but you know you can count on me and my commands?” said head commando in a very serious tone. Lira looked at her and slowly nodded.

“Yes. Believe me if thought you could help me I would have told you” answered prothean expert honestly. Eristena flashed briefly a sad smile.

“Very well. What about our rebels?”

***

Liara’s apartment
Later that day

Nyxeris sighed heavily as she filled another platter with dumplings covered in thick gravy and fried meat bits. It was a hard day, with exciting moments. During the entire inspection, she was worried that discomfort caused by clothes would arouse suspicion in Liara. The Observer only recently had managed to replace that particular piece of clothing, but crating stretching fake of something, that was virtually extremely advanced light armor so the owner doesn’t realize is virtually impossible, she had to settle for a bigger copy of the original thing. However, measurements weren’t identical to that Liara had grown into. What’s more young doctor seemed to be outgrowing her shoes as well. That was unexpected and cached The Observer by surprise.

There is little to no fat in the feet, they are probably the least affected by weight gain. Most likely Liara already wore quite tight ones and that slight increase was enough to make them uncomfortable. I’ll replace them, but I’ll have to be extra careful so she doesn’t realize they got bigger reasoned Nyxeris with chagrin.

Later it was that little fool Viteltina, who had dared to insult T’Soni heiress. Nyxeris had every intention of making sure she remembers just how big of a mistake she had made. What’s worse she had been poking at Liara’s weight which could plant seeds of suspicion in the doctor’s mind. Fortunately, it seemed that Benezia’s daughter disregarded those along with other insults. Finally that muscle head, Eristena,

That brute is probably the only person in this part of the galaxy to hold that much of Liara's trust. What’s worse I cannot get rid of her pondered Nyxeris with annoyance.

The head commando had clearly begun noticing changes to her employer figure and while she was silent so far, it was clear that brutish asari is closed to spilling the beans with every day. Damage control, in this case, will be hard. All of this was exhausting Shadow Broker’s operative and to that pile added an increasing amount of work they did with Liara in the office.

Nyxeris sighed and gently rubbed her head and looked at an enormous, steaming dish. That sight reminded her of her recent accomplishments and a smile appeared on The Observer's face.

237,8 pounds thought Nyxeris with delight, about the latest measurement of her “employer”. Despite increased workload preventing her from closer monitoring Liaras’s consumption and her adamant insistence on everyday exercises. Shadow Broker’s operative managed to put overall 40 pounds worth of fat on younger asari’s frame.

During their exercises and Liara’s travels to the bathroom, Nyxeris managed to observe the young doctor's progress. Overall adipose distributed quite evenly on Liara’s body, further increasing her curves. Her hips widened even further and formerly firm, muscular butt checks were now covered in soft layer and began to shake deliciously during more rapid moves. Doctor’s chest swelled as well, entering size unseen on any maiden, reserved only for older matrons and matriarchs.

In that area Liara is definitely starting to live up to Benezia’s legacy thought older asari with excitement at the memory of the doctor's mother's appearance.

Liara’s limbs also became thicker, mostly her thighs, the rift between them had shrunk considerably, but also her arms and calves. The pointless layer of hard muscles was being covered by pleasant adipose. Most notably her belly lost all visible traces of abs and started to crawl on her lap, with clear intention to catch up to the breast. It was slowly taking shape of a beautiful sphere and started to hang over her lingerie. Considering doctor’s undergarment had been replaced by stretchy replacements it was even more impressive. Liara’s overall gain was becoming more obvious every day.

Nyxeris shook her head and lifted the platter.

That’s not the time to daydream, while poor Liara starves thought The Observer with a wicked grin and went to Liara who was sitting by the table and devouring her fourth platter. 

Ex-archaeologist was eating with barely maintained composure, eager to devour as much of the fattening cuisine. Nyxeris bitted her lip as she observer her. Liara’s stomach looked positively pregnant, nearly completely overtaking her lap. It released sounds of intense work that increased with every breath. The blue sphere was almost bare, the shirt had ridden up as the meal progressed. It also showed an outline of Liara's quite magnificent chest.

Nyxeris summoned a pleasant smile and replaced platters as soon as the previous one became empty. Liara nodded in appreciation and continued to shovel the meal in her mouth. The Observer witnessed her “employer’s” chest movement during her enthusiastic consumption. Older asari took the empty dish and went to place it into the dishwasher. While she was still turned and checked the display on a small device and sighed in the head. Despite most enthusiastic “training” Liara’s stomach capacity was reaching safe limits.

Still, it’s progress. Liara manages now to easily eat what before I barely managed to shovel into her using drugs and hypnosis. That thought further increased her mood.

Nyxeris cleaned a bit and made some preparations. Older asari stopped when she heard a small burp and the sound of placing cutlery on an empty platter, Liara finished. The Observer turned to her and smiled, watching as the ex-archaeologist slowly caressing her distended stomach. Nyxeris went to her and handed the equivalent of a paper towel.

“Thank you Nyxeris. The meal was impeccable as always” said Liara and began to clean herself. 

“I’m glad. Is there is something else you want ma’am?” asked Nyxeris still smiling.

“urp…no, I don’t think I’ll need you before our exercises. I’ll go to my office and do some work” replied prothean expert and stood up quite easily despite her food baby, she had a lot of practice.

“Of course Liara” said Nyxeris and watched as Liara walked away. A hungry gleam appeared in her eyes as she observed younger asari’s generous lower backside. The Observer saw that that lowly bottom engulfed chairs more and more. How long it will be before a second one becomes a necessity. Liara was insistently training with her every day, but she had slowly begun to show first signs of fatigue during those.

Don’t worry Liara even when you will be barely able to move you’ll be in good hands, mine thought Nyxeris with pride and her smile shifted to a full smirk. Thanks to her efforts ex-archaeologist remained obvious to her state even when she was stuffed like now. Or perhaps the young doctor had learned to accepted it?

She is finally showing some proper meat on her body and without signs of rejecting conditioning. Ultimately, everything else is a minor inconvenience, it won’t matter in a few months thought Nyxeris, satisfied with the current situation and got back to work. Still, something in Liara’s changing appearance was ringing alarm bells in the corner of her mind, but she could not put her finger of it. Eh… It was probably nothing

Suddenly, from corners of Nyxeris’s mind come the memory of an ancient human holo-…no… internet sites she had come across during her …ahem…research on a newly discovered species. Her smile became more sincere.

No, Liara would not pass The Wall Test right now. Her gain is too even, but she does fill up nicely. In a few weeks’ time, however…

Chapter Text

Two Months Later, Tuesday
Liara’s apartment
02:00 a.m.

*grumble*

Liara’s eyelids twitched but remained firmly shut.

*grrruuuuumbllle*

Once again doctor’s eyes remained shut, but she was becoming aware of reality. Most notably of her stomach trying to digest itself.

*grrruuuuumbbbbbbllleeee*

Young asari turned to another side, a soft, fat pillow that her tummy had become and her sizable bust shifted along, but after a few seconds, her eyes opened into slits. It took her another pause to fully become aware of her situation. As soon as she did a grimace appeared on her face. Liara’s tummy was hungry.

Excruciatingly slowly she sat on the bed and after a few deep breaths she stood up. Without putting on slippers Liara quietly made her way downstairs, the entire way she held to the railing or other pieces of furniture. Only a small fraction of the doctor’s mind was awake, she was mostly guided by the newly honed instincts that guided her to the destination.

At long last Liara arrived where she wanted to, in the kitchen specifically, right before the refrigerator. The late hour was no problem for her at the current level of consciousness. Liara is hungry, therefore Liara shall eat.

The doctor opened both doors of the device and was blinded by a light from inside. When her eyes adapted to a cold glow, tightly packed insides were revealed to the sleepy asari. There was barely any free room inside, most foods were already packed neatly in containers, there were other dishes to be cooked as well as various ingredients.

However, Liara’s sight stopped at a container full of chocolate muffins, about 16, fist-sized treats. From their tops slicked parts of chocolate, further adding allure to purplish-brown pastry.

Starved asari took the first one and crammed it into her mouth, her maw bit off a third of large treat. It tasted divine, but the taste was a secondary matter, Liara needed to soothe her ravenous stomach as soon as possible. She ate voraciously, large bites trawling to pit located in doctor’s midriff. Crumbs were flying in various directions and smears of molten chocolate on Liara’s face, but almost everything founds its way between plump, blue lips. Ex-archaeologist wasn’t going to waste anything in face of such hunger.

After several minutes the last muffin disappeared in asari’s mouth leaving her thirsty. Liara took the nearest container, took off the lid, and put it to her lips. Inside was a thick, sweet substance, unrecognizable to her still sleeping mind. Still, about half a liter of it was perfect to wash down the previous “meal”. The doctor closed the refrigerator without bothering about dirty dishes and headed towards the stairs. Now that gluttonous beast located in Liara’s middle was somewhat sated, sleepiness attacked her with full force.

Stumbling Liara made her way to the bedroom, stopping only to clumsily grab a paper towel and wipe herself equally ineptly. Walk downstairs was much more of a challenge than before, her new “cargo” weighted her down, but Liara managed this feat. At last, she landed heavily on the bed and covered herself. Sleep claimed asari momentarily.

Liara’s face still had few smears of chocolate and a few crumbs could be found in her pajamas. Her fingers were clean, she had licked them clean. Meanwhile, her soft stomach began to digest its latest snack. The amount of food inside was enough to prevent it from complaining, yet her stomach was eager for more.

It was doubtful Liara would remember her nightly snacking.

She hadn’t before.

***

07:00 a.m.

Liara awoke to the sound of her clock’s alarm. She rubbed her eyes and disabled the source of the infernal noise. After several seconds, when young asari became coherent she sat on her bed, stretched, and began to check her security check. As soon as the ex-archaeologist made sure that everything was in order she started to dress. The doctor had some trouble putting on her dress, but when she managed to, it fitted almost as well(tightly) as always.

Why does our species is so insistent on wearing skin-tight and revealing clothes pondered Liara with annoyance and reminded herself of human clothes she had sometimes worn aboard Normandy instead of her jumpsuit. Then a wonderful smell reached the doctor’s nose and her belly released a loud, hungry rumble. It was, the ever-reliable Nyxeris, preparing breakfast.

Liara hastily made her way downstairs, ignoring jiggles of her body and brushing of her thighs. In the kitchen, her assistant was standing next to the crackling pan and few platters a bit farther away. Liara put on her “professional” smile.

“Good morning Nyxeris” the ex-archaeologist greeted her assistant. Older asari turned around and smiled as well.

“Ma’am,” said Nyxeris and nodded “I’m just finishing making breakfast. Please sit down, it will take just a minute” with that she turned back to the stove. 

Liara followed the advice and sat down in her usual place. The chair groaned slightly as her weight entered it, but it was too quiet to be heard by either of them, Liara did always picked good quality, durable furniture. Indeed after a minute, a steaming pile of fired thessian eggs and strips of meat appeared before the starved doctor. A similar platter placed Nyxeris before herself, however, it was much… emptier.

“Please enjoy,” said the assistant and grabbed cutlery. Liara only nodded and wasting no time and dig in. Quickly her ravenous stomach bean being filled with food. The doctor ate quickly, but maintained perfect composure, even though her focus was solely on the process of consumption. It took her several quick minutes to finish but the platter was immediately replaced with another one, small sausages covered in white gravy. Liara didn’t bother stopping, only automatically began to cut them and gorge. Meanwhile, Nyxeris returned to slowly eat her own meal, her expression serene.

Every morsel going down her gullet brought ecstasy and release from hunger, the first platter only partially sated her. Not surprisingly then that sausages quickly fall victim to Liara’s eager maw. Like always the moment last bit passed her gullet a new portion appeared before her. A big bowl of creamy, spicy-smelling stew, Liara's smile widened slightly, she liked those. Ex-archaeologist grabbed a spoon and began to paddle liquid with it. As stew filled her belly, Liara reached a point where any other asari would finish due to fullness. For her, it was the moment where hunger was replaced with partial fulfillment and pleasant warmth inside her, but the furious desire for more, gluttony remained.

Liara continued as the liquid began to distend her midriff, after all, it was a usual occurrence nothing to worry about. When the bowl was mostly empty, she grabbed it with her hand and put it to her lips. Then, with help of the spoon, she poured the remaining food into herself. The last droplets of liquid disappeared between her lips she put the container down and cleaned herself.

During her meal, her assistant put a big cup of coffee next to her. Liara nodded with appreciation towards older asari and went to her desk. Like always they dealt with paperwork and initial orders in the apartment for an hour or two. It was much more pleasant and Nyxeris was already here to help, they had prepared a temporary desk for her in the livingroom.

Liara took sips of dark liquid and Nyxeris continued with house chores. Time to get to work.

***

Liara’s office
11:18 a.m.

Liara sighed after she finished holo conference with one of her clients, a pretentious turian, who somehow combined the attitude of a spoiled brat with a truly stereotypical militaristic inflexibility.

He is far from the most demanding client, but by the Goddess, is he tiring. thought doctor with relief and checked the hour. A smile appeared on her face, it was time for the second meal and she had enough time for it before the next meeting. Liara leaned to retrieve boxes. Her tummy proved to be an obstacle but she managed and unwrapped her meal. Like all meals she ate in the office it was smaller than those Nyxeris served when they were home. A mere three platters and a dessert.

Firstly a pile of grilled, poultry fillets covered in herbal oil. The young asari quickly began to cut and eat a slice of reheated meat. After a few minutes, the entire dish was packed in Liara’s soft belly, but the organ was far from sated. The second dish, pasta mixed with small pieces of meat, white cheese, and strands of purple herb similar in taste to Earth’s spinach. Without pausing Liara started to gobble food before her, she found the texture a bit unpleasant, but beyond that, a spicy-salty mix was quite delicious. Quickly the last portion went down gluttonous asari gullet and she immediately attacked the third platter. On it were several smoked, Thessian’s fish and few bread rolls. Poor aquatic dwellers soon were victims of Liara’s eager maw.

*burp*

Liara looked around and confirmed, with a small pang of disappointment, that the entire contents of three platters were packed in her distended midriff as evident by sounds of digestions that rumbled under soft layer. She wiped remains of her meal and opened a pitcher with tea to wash down food. Large gulps of herbal liquid ran down her throat further filling her belly. When a young doctor was done she shifted her attention to the container with dessert. Ex-archaeologist opened it and felt as her mouth was filled with saliva at the sight before her. Inside was several round pastries swimming in black liquid.

Liara cut one in half and noticed that it contained a whipped cream inside. She tasted the chocolate dripping treat.

”Mmmmmmm”

Liara closed her eyes as she chowed sweet mass inside her mouth. The pastry was fluffy and sweet, cram delicious and the chocolate sauce, with a barely noticeable hint of liquor, was pure poesy. The young doctor began inhaling desert with renewed energy even as small droplets of chocolate escaped corners of her lips. When pastries ran out she put the container to her mouth and with help of a spoon doctor poured the remaining liquid inside. When the last droplets dispersed, Liara cleaned herself and her desk. Finally, she leaned back, resting, her office’s silence interrupted only by sounds of her belly’s hard work.

I wonder what’s for lunch

***

02:49 p.m.
Liara’s office

Liara’s frown deepened as she sent a new set of orders to Eristena. One of her clients was refusing to pay her because she had proved his business partner had been honest instead of scamming him as he had suspected. Ex-archaeologist disliked similar methods, but she had a reputation to maintain and services weren’t free. Besides Liara kept her end of the bargain, she could, of course, provide blackmail material, but it wasn’t what was requested of her.

At least it will be an opportunity to further test some of the recruits thought young asari with resignation, she opened a new report...

*ruuuummmmble*

… of course, there still remained the original reason for her sour mood. Liara sighed and checked time.

A few minutes early won’t make a difference young doctor excused herself and retrieved the second set of containers. First a spicy, creamy soup in a large sealed bowl, second a platter full of breaded chops with fried vegetables, finally a large container with casserole composed of ground meat, molten cheese, and a sauce. Of course, it was accompanied by a smaller container filled with, most likely, a dessert, but Liara left it for now.

Young doctor unconsciously licked her lips and began reheating her meal. She grabbed a spoon and began to quickly paddle with it, filling her doughy belly with tick liquid, met bits and pasta from the blow, its level was hastily dropping with every second. In the end, as usual, Liara put the bowl to her lips, tilted it, and with help of utensil poured remains of its contents into her eager mouth and the last of a spicy soup found its way to the gluttonous organ.

The doctor wiped droplets of meal from her face and promptly attacked the second dish. Slices of meat, joined by few vegetables were systematically disappearing between ex-archaeologist tireless jaws. Ultimately the second portion quickly fell victim to asari’s appetite, pieces of meat joined soup in Liara’s midriff.

The young doctor only put the empty container away, her attention already shifting to the third course. Large, visible loads of a heavy cheese/meat mix sided down her gullet. With every portion swallowed, fabric on her midriff stretched further, making a place for distending abdomen. Finally, the last course was finished and Liara's already bulbous, fat stomach expanded visibly.

However, Liara was blind to those trifle aspects of her, besides she still had more to consume. The doctor cleaned herself and with barely contained anticipation opened the final container. She was not disappointed it was filled to brim with crumbly, sugary, square cookies. Ex-archaeologist smiled, poured some tea, and started to munch on sweet treats.

Hmm... I finally broke this seat in, it appears to be much more comfortable now than when I started to use it mused Liara as she chowed with content. She did not register small folds of flesh that formed above the chair back or extra cushioning provided by her buttocks. Then again they paled in comparison to fat spheres before her and those too remained to be ignored.

The young doctor sighed and started typing on the console with one hand. Eating cookies was not so hard to excuse not working, she could do both.

***

07:06 p.m.

Liara rubbed her eyes, after a few meetings, hours of filtering data, and sending orders she felt weary. The only upside was that she was currently dealing with the more mundane aspect of paperwork. Reports on hiring, development of new facilities, more pressing administrative issues, and so on.

The young doctor was mechanically continuing her task when one of the petitions drew her attention and, after reading it, she clenched her teeth ever so slightly. One of their new office worker, an asari, found out about her pregnancy and pleaded for maternity leave in spite of her extremely short employment.

Due to her occupation, Liara had very little to do with children or pregnant mothers. Of course, she did catch sight of either, every now and then. However during the last weeks, the doctor felt jolts of jealou-/ longi-/ desir-... annoyance, yes it was(not) an annoyance when she saw one of those two.

Liara shook her head, it was nothing. It’s not like she had been wondering how she could child-proof her apartment or if she should buy a bigger one just in case or how many little, blue Shepards she could carry in her womb at once. Why didn’t she have one already?! And all those smug mothers rubbing it in her face…

Focus Liara

Why did she get it? Similar decisions Liara left to direct superiors of the employee in question. 

Ah

There was a note at the end – they wanted an official policy in cases like that. Understandable as it was a delicate matter and was likely to appear again in the future. The doctor thought for a while and carefully crafted a reply.

After she completed the document, Liara winced a little, if she could doctor would support all in need, but in the grand scheme of things, it was, unfortunately, unrealistic and a short-term solution. Ex-archaeologist put on a hard facade, but her employees had probably the best situation, compared to their counterparts in entire Nos Astra, if not Illium.

Liara sends the message and noticed an hour.

Perhaps a meal will lift my mood a little

Once again young doctor triumphed over constraining clothes as well as the strange heaviness of her front and unraveled another set of containers. First, a platter full of some sort oval cutlets, second a roasted pieces of poultry native to Thessia, covered in herbal oil and, at the end, a generous portion of, already familiar, noodles with pork scratching. Final, smaller container Liara left for now, especially as unlike previous ones it was thermally isolated.

The young doctor prepared everything and dig into food with gusto. With delight, Liara discovered that cutlets were full of molten cheese in a meaty shell. Liara was quickly slicing and delivering pieces into her awaiting mouth, even as greasy filling dripped on her face. Unsurprisingly the first course proved to be no match for voracious asari and soon meat-cheese mix filled the doctor belly. Well not filled as it was but a dent to her stomach capacity.

Ex-archeologist looked at aromatic, roasted parts of a bird before her and then back at the cutlery in her hands. She sighed and abandoned those, outside official parties nobody used them in those cases. Liara took the first piece into her hand, it was hot but fortunately not enough to burn her, and began to strip flesh from bones. For a few following minutes office was filled with the sound of eating and the occasional cracking of stray bone being broken by the doctor’s powerful jaw. Ultimately all that remained was bare, clean bones with few marks of teeth. Liara licked juices from her fingers and cleaned herself in a more conventional manner.

Her belly had already become tauter and Liara reached the state where she was feeling somewhat sates, which anyone else would consider to be stuffed to the brim. However young asari merely cleaned a bit and proceeded to the last course.

With the help of a large spoon, she was shoveling large portions of meat and fat-covered noodles between her lips. With every mouthful running down to her stomach her belly inflated more. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and so did Liara’s meal. But now come awaited moment of opening the final container. A wave of cold hit asari face, insides of the isolated container were filled to the brim with ice-cram with richly added cookie parts and covered in yellow sauce.

As the first spoonful reached her mouth, Liara barely constrained a moan. The gooey, sweet treat was delicious and the doctor promptly began to consume the frosty substance. She ate quickly, barely slow enough to prevent brain freeze. A sweet mix was sliding down her gullet, bringing young asari near orgasmic pleasure. However at some point soon provided no more of heavenly substance and Liara looked at the container with disdain, it was empty.

Ex-archaeologist sighed with resignation and cleaned herself as well as her surroundings. She continued to ignore the strange tugging of her clothes, difficulty in bending down as well as sounds from her midriff. The doctor was too preoccupied with her tasks and pleasant feeling in her middle.

***

Liara’s apartment
10:36 p.m.

Liara panted as she sat on the couch, wearing only shorts and a sport’s bra while her sweat was dripping from her. Next to her sat her assistant with a face almost as purple as her, breathing just a little lighter than her “superior”, while trying and failing to appear composed.

Two asaris just finished their everyday workout routine and were tired after a period of heightened physical activity, the feeling increased by many hours of intense office work.

“Ahem… ma’am, how about you take a quick shower while I begin preparing food and switch with you when you finish?” asked Nyxeris trying to slow down her breath. The young doctor nodded and headed to the bathroom.

The Observer kept her sight on Liara and bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. While her painting was mainly caused by exercise it was increased by the magnificent as well as excruciating spectacle Nyxeris had witnessed.

During the last two months, Liara positively blossomed, what was once a modest pouch had evolved into a round, taut pillow of adipose that hanged out several inches outward. Her already generous butt became a pair of wobbling, almost football-sized orbs, that accompanied wide, childbearing hips. All of this was supported by a pair of wide, constantly touching, thighs. Good doctor’s arms showed visible signs of developing bingo wings and…

…by the Goddess those tits

Truly, T’Soni heiress was sporting a chest of magnitude only a few matrons have developed, even though it was being slowly being surpassed in length by her gut. Surprisingly enough those luscious mounds lost very little of their perkiness considering their growth, almost as if they were not inflated by pounds of fat.

Then again it’s the first time I managed to make another asari this fat, human females were easier

All of this shook, jiggled with movement especially during exercises, where Liara was wearing only skimpy workout clothes allowing Nyxeris to witness all of her glorious flesh. Thanks to asari physiology and treatments provided by Nyxeris her body remained smooth and folds-free, save for few dimples. Those workout sessions had started to shift from purely physical exercise to exercise of restrain to not react to that alluring, plentiful body.

With titanic effort, Nyxeris managed to compose herself and wiped a little bit of drool from her face. Many things could be said about The Observer and her… unique set of (non-existent)morals, but she never took advantage of somebody else in that particular area. She would drug, manipulate, kill and fatten - yes, sexual harassment – no.

The assistant wiped up her sweat and headed to the kitchen, she had to prepare a proper meal for her “employer”. As Nyxeris was preparing fresh batches of food she continued to ponder on recent developments.

319,7 pounds is such a beautiful, round number. Still, things are not proceeding quite like I hoped pondered older asari while frying meat.

While Liara’s appetite was undeniable, save for rare instances of extreme tiredness/semi-consciousness, she had continued to stick to “feeding” hours without snacking of her own. While exercises were clearly causing more and more problems doctor stubbornly insisted on them despite her assistant's subtle attempts to dissuade her, not even agreeing to limit them to Nyxeris’s original set.

If I could only hook her up to funnel for a few days, all those thoughts of those silly exercises would quickly leave her head daydreamed The Observer as she mixed ingredients.

Those pointless workouts are a pain in my ass. Speaking of… 

The Observer slapped her buttock and received a quite loud reply. Despite her trying to be careful, she was not able to save herself from some of the side effects. Right now, she was above 180 pounds, but unlike Liara, she had not had the benefit of having her original weight increased by multiple stones worth of hard, athletic muscles. No, in this case, all those 50+ pounds were adipose, which besides turning her belly a visible punch seemed to focus on her bottom and legs, giving her a pear shape.

Oh… it’s not like she minded it, even though Nyxeris considered herself to be one who fattens others, not herself and all that adipose was already making her exercises more draining. However, her actions managed to make Liara ignore changes in her own body, but remained as observant of her surroundings as ever, at least when she was not gorging. While it was doubtful Liara would prosecute her for it, that may tip her off, seeing as they are supposed to eat and exercise in identical amounts every day. Even nowadays, in bouts of focus, the young doctor was checking if her assistant ate the first bite first and checked her during meals, which was one of the reasons for her situation.

Also, Nyxeris did dose herself with antidotes to various drugs and, if possible, prepared separate portions for herself, but no remedy is perfect nor could save her from high levels of calories in every meal. Obviously, she had personally made sure everything was delicious and Nyxeris did not have a habit of denying herself if it was not necessary. However Nyxeris could not allow herself to become a liability to the operation, The Shadow Broker cut down those.

Not to mention she was already quite taller than me. Those pounds show much more visibly on my ass than hers thought The Observer as she put food on a platter and grimaced.

Exactly she was taller, now she is gigantic

That was the biggest conundrum The Observer was facing, the change in Liara she had not been able to recognize before. The young doctor who had been already tall, even by asari standards, at a firm 5 feet’s, 8 inches compared to Nyxeris’s average 5’5”, had recently a growth spurt. According to remote measurements, The Observer had done, Liara was currently standing at little above 5’10” and still growing. That change explained the unexpected increase in her foot size, as far as older asari could tell, given doctor gain, the doctor's entire body grew relatively proportionally. It forced Nyxeris to replace almost all doctor’s clothing which suddenly had become too short. However, it was not the problem, especially as everything was already leading to this, after all, the fabric cannot stretch infinitely and Liara, had more problems putting them on with every day.

But what caused this transformation?! Was it drugs doctor had been eating, but most of them were already tested and nothing similar happened. Some sort of allergic reaction? But there was nothing that could cause such change. Perhaps, it was caused by weight gain itself. Who knows, there were no modern recordings of asari approaching similar weight, especially medical ones.

Hopefully, Nyxeris’s… newly employed control group will provide her with answers. So far there are no signs of illness and Liara remained ignorant of her increased height along with her new weight and The Observer had every intention of making sure it remains so.

She was putting a platter on the table when bathroom doors were heard and a few seconds later Liara came into view. The young doctor was wearing her casual clothing – a clearly human-based shirt and loose pants. However, even in that outfit, Nyxeris could occasionally observe the rippling of Liara’s flesh as well as the hypnotic movement of her breasts.

The Observer managed to compose herself and gestured towards the full table, which was unnecessary as taller asari was already heading straight to it. They exchanged typical pleasantries, although Liara’s mind was clearly focused on platters before her, and Nyxeris went to the bathroom. She had left her superior with 3 platters full of food, that should provide her enough time for a quick shower.

Those portions were merely a beginning. It was the end of the day, unlike previous meals when Liara needed to be somewhat presentable and return to work with a clear head. But now it was time to truly fill that belly of hers, to stretch its limit. With some words and the help of “medicaments” make that organ ready for even more food next days and shove as much fat as possible into Liara's widening body.

When The Observer returned to the kitchen, the young doctor was the halfway third platter. Liara clearly was already entering her usual trance, her shirt was being covered in first smears of food. A smile slowly appeared on older asari face, she went to the counter and brought another dish for her “patient” as well as a plate for herself.

Nyxeris ate slowly, observing the doctor from the corner of her eyes. She kept walking beeline to the counter, from which the assistant brought a stream of delicious food. As Liara was falling deeper into a feeding frenzy The Observer began subtly repeat programming, encouraging her to eat as much as possible and beyond, to disregard changes of her statue.

Meanwhile, tall asari kept consuming with fervor but managed to maintain just enough composure to still be using cutlery. With every fast movement of her arms and strong jaws, crumbles flew as well as droplets of juices were falling down, often being stopped on her sizable chest, which shook mesmerizingly. Liara’s belly, as it was being filled with fatty substances, shifted from smooth and soft sphere to taut ball and began expanding forward through the crack between trousers and shirt. As the doctor was inhaling food it grew, front and navel of the organ finally disappeared under the table and kept going further.

Nyxeris was observing her “employer” with a wide smile, still attending to her, but started to discreetly check readings from implants under Liara’s skin. Younger asari was slightly slowing down, not because of lacking appetite, but doctor’s arms were getting tired due to their heavy labor. Obviously, older asari would leave her “patient” to starve, so she helped her deliver fresh portions to the doctor’s eager mouth, even as her midriff gurgled and cracked.

However, Liara’s immense stomach reached the point where it was a megaton bomb, ready to burst. Readings indicated that a mix of caloric-filled food had stretched skin and fatty tissue to absolute limits, well almost. Nyxeris brought a large jug, the liquid inside had a faint taste of chocolate, but it was a sophisticated weight-gain shake. The Observer started to pour substance between the dark blue lips of ex-archaeologist.

Despite midriff’s sounds of protests, older asari were tilting jug with sweet miasma, recipient’s arms were hanging uselessly on her sides, letting her assistant take charge. Obscene sounds were escaping the depths of Liara’s throat, her furious stomach kept gurgling, but at long last the jug was empty.

Nyxeris put down the jug and, with a smile, absorbed sight before her: a fat, but beautiful, young asari with an extremely well-endowed chest. Her face and shirt were covered in grease and bits of food, top of char under her swallowed by a meaty bottom. And finally, the cherry on the top – this absurdly distended belly, that completely covered doctor’s thighs and ventured far under the table. As far as Nyxeris could tell no pregnant asari in recent history could pride herself on such a magnificent, gargantuan stomach.

Older asari prepared paper towels before the stuffed doctor and began cleaning. On another note she was quite full herself, having been nibbling on various dishes during feeding. However, Nyxeris had been too preoccupied to take note of either of those facts. She was cleaning the kitchen when quiet groans and the sound of a towel being torn reached her. Liara was becoming more coherent and cleaning herself. The assistant checked an hour on her omnitool, smiled and went to her “employer”.

“Ma’am, it’s still quite early, perhaps you would like a massage?” asked older asari pleasantly. The doctor blinked a few times, opened her mouth, and…

*Bbbbuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrp*

A deep sound emerged from a young doctor's mouth and filled the apartment. She put a fist to her face and coughed, trying, somewhat, to compose herself.

“Akem… if you don't mind. I’m afraid ate a little too much” said Liara, appearing much more conscious than just a while ago. Nyxeris's smile widened and extended her hand to the doctor.

“Nonsense, ma’am. I assure you didn’t eat any more than strictly necessary. Let us go” replied The Observer in a voice so convincing, The Adversary herself would be jealous of. Liara twisted so she sat sideways to the table, fully exposing her enormous, blue balloon of a stomach. She put one hand on the piece of furniture, the second one Liara gave to Nyxeris, and stood up.

Ugghh

Older asari barely succeeded in suppressing a wince. Doctor’s weight reached and likely surpassed 350 pounds, being jolted even by a fraction of it, for somebody who was anything, but a paragon of physical strength was not pleasant. Liara stood up and the assistant was reminded of her amazon-like stature as she towered over her. Hand to hand they started the trek to the ex-archaeologist bedroom. While helping to support her “employer's” incredible bulk, Nyxeris mused about recent developments.

She is getting wider much faster than taller, so is her dependency and trust in me. Liara goes to the office only when she has “official” meetings, but spends there less time every day, doing most work at home. Sits on her fat ass, meanwhile sending me to issues that need a “direct" approach. Good, very good thought The Observer with content as she fought strain from appearing on her face. Helping Liara waddle upstairs was no easy task. Yet, Shadow Broker’s operative’s mood was better than ever as she observed the wobbling figure next to her.

I am going to serve you every step of the way Liara, you only sit and eat. It’s better to get used to it now than when you are less… mobile

Chapter Text

3 weeks later, Sunday
Liara’s safe house

Ex-archaeologist eyed her surrounding closely, but cautiously to not to arise suspicion. The day before Eristena contacted her asking her for a personal meeting. Somebody she had know needed assistance, but commando insisted that issue was also relevant directly to her. Muscular asari asked for complete discretion and the absence of other people. As Liara had not noticed any signs suggesting trap and knowing that Eristena was the last person to exaggerate, she arrogated a meeting in one of the locations only doctor and head commando knew of.

Now Liara was walking through a rather bustling street to one of the unassuming apartments. It was a rather peaceful, middle-class neighborhood, pleasant, but similar to many areas in Nos Astra. The doctor wore a long, dark, frilly dress, in human-based style liked by a margin of maidens.

It was very different from her usual outfits as by no means outfit acceptable in circles she usually operating in, but similar ones flashed now and then on this street. It did however had a certain advantage, strips fabric allowed to hide quite a few items the doctor had taken just in case. Also while it was rather comfortable, not skin-tight like most examples of asari fashion, the extra fabric was moving and shaking in most unexpected ways. Well… Liara thought it was material she felt, but what else it could be wobbling like that?

Her appearance was also different. Liara had used a special “make-up” kit to darken her complexion, present herself with a completely different set of markings that ran almost to the end of her crest, and had overall changed her appearance. Differences were small but together gave her a completely different look. Perhaps she was going overboard, as she and Eristena had different definitions of a “private, secure meeting”, but Liara preferred to be safe than sorry.

As promised doctor was alone, Nyxeris was doing groceries and was supposed to meet with some friends and it had seemed she was had been literal. As much as her paranoia was screaming at her Liara could not forbid her employer from social outings. Well… she could, but that would be fair, healthy, and was likely to backfire on her. Liara told her assistant that she would remain at home and do some work, but asked that Nyxeris bring some files from the isolated server in her office after she is done.

Young asari's omnitool was connected to various sensors in her workplace, if Nyxeris enters it and Liara was still out, the doctor will have much time to return to the apartment before her assistant. This too might be an overabundance of caution from her, but commando did specify that she preferred that Liara’s assistant be in the dark about the whole affair.

Although I do wonder why? thought doctor with a pang of worry. Still stroll amongst “normal” people brought her unexpected joy, after spending so much time amongst businessmen/businesswomen with rather dubious morals, despite her rather secluded nature. The only details that did not allow her to fully enjoy were the seemingly ominous nature of the occasion and instances when she spotted families with small children. But every time Liara managed to swallow a rush of (not)annoyance and continued her trek.

Finally, she arrived. Liara stood before doors identical to many others she just passed. The doctor rang a sequence of sounds using the doorbell and put her hand on the touchscreen.

“Hello, ma’am” heard tall asari from the device, after a few seconds, as soon as the device had stopped scanning her biometrics and analyzing voice. Commando must have been waiting on the alert. After a second, the door opened and Lara saw older asari. Eristena had abandon commando leathers, which she seemed to always wear, in favor of a bit more casual wear, which to be honest, reminded the doctor a bit of CSS uniform, but with more vibrant colors.

The moment older asari gaze fallen on the ex-archaeologist, her face flickered in worry, but quickly returned to normal. To be honest, after two months without direct contact Liara too noticed some change. Not in the muscular asari appearance itself. No, it was... more subtle, but the doctor could not put her finger at it.

At last, doors closed after her and unsurprisingly Liara noticed a firearm in the previously hidden arm of her employee.

“Isn’t that mask a bit much?” asked older asari with a microscopic smile, that did not reach her eyes. The doctor only looked at her.

“It isn’t a mask, just a little bit of make-up. Besides, it was you, who insisted on secrecy. Not to mention what is in your hand” replied Liara with a bit of amusement. Older asari only, ever so slightly, rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough,” said commando and gestured to the apartment’s living room.

“Please, come I’ll explain everything, once you meet our guest”

Younger asari nodded and followed in her tracks. They entered the living room, Liara noticed with approval that despite daytime, windows were covered in special blinds. Nothing sort of rocked would pass through them and prevented visual observations.

However, her attention was quickly shifted to the third person in the room. The mysterious guest was wearing a typical blue-green jumpsuit, but most noticeable was her complexion. Liara has seen members of her species with various colors, starting with a near-white blue, ending at dark purple. Asari before her was none of those instead her skin was green. An unusual guest sat on one of the couches by the table, leaning down with clasped fingers, clearly, she was worried.

The moment leaf-colored asari noticed their arrival she stood up, showing her full appearance to the doctor. Indeed, as far as, Liara could see her entire skin was green. Another unique characteristic of their guest was her statue, she was probably the most… rotund asari Liara remembered seeing. Her jumpsuit was most likely the biggest available, if not custom made and stretched tightly, presenting asari’s ample size in detail, Liara could even see small folds of adipose on her sides. The fabric was especially stretched around her matriarch-worthy breasts and her belly. However, the person before her seemed strangely familiar.

That face-paint…

“Shiala?” said Liara, in half-greeting, half-question. The green-skinned asari blinked and measured her from head to toe.

“Liara? Nyxeris failed to mention it was you who would come. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you at first” replied the former commando in the apologetic voice, visibly embarrassed.

“Miss T’Soni may have gotten too far when trying to be discrete” added Eristena, with notes of, by the Goddess, playfulness.

“It definitely worked, that's... quite a disguise” agreed Shiala weakly, once again measuring youngest asari with her gaze. She could be blamed for not recognizing T’Soni heiress.

Younger asari had changed quite a bit since their meeting, almost two years ago and it wasn’t simply a matter of disguise. Liara had been already quite tall, taller than former commando, but now at almost 6 feet tall, she was easily taller than Benezia herself. The doctor expanded, also …ahem… horizontally. While frilly dress obscured details of Liara’s figure, Shiala was able to observe the large, bulging mass of flesh that had sprouted from the doctor’s middle, a wide, childbearing hips, and an immense, surprisingly firm, chest that was overshadowing that of her former employer. Those were the first changes that caught green-skinned asari's eyes, but every part of Liara’s body was wider by several volumes. Overall younger asari had gotten fat, void… obese, even considering her new height.

She is at least twice the asari I remember, it that really Liara? though bewildered Shiala. She was not wrong, ex-archaeologist reached 352 pounds, most of this being pure blubber, which made her more than twice her original weight.

“Ahem… could we move towards the original point of this meeting? Eristena said you needed help and I sincerely doubt your current appearance is an eccentric fashion statement” said Liara and relaxed a little, ultimately green asari was a familiar face and known entity.

Eristena nodded and pointed towards the table. Shiala relaxed a bit, muscular commando may not be specializing in espionage, but she was no amateur and had excellent intuition If Eristena had said it was Liara she was most likely right. Apart from that, the former commando had had a brief glance at the security devices, it was top-of-the-shelf equipment, it could be fooled, but it was problematic. As far as the green asari knew Liara’s current figure was part of her everyday disguise, a way to throw people off her trail.

I am the last person to scrutinize gaining weight. Besides I am here to beg for help and anybody know by Eristena is better than the unknown.

“I’ll prepare tea and Shiala will fill you in on the situation. I already heard most of it and you’ll probably understand it better anyway” proposed muscular asari. Liara nodded and soon two of them sat by the table. The couch groaned quietly, as the doctor’s posterior sat on it, her belly was lifted by her lap, making it appear even bigger, although tall asari thought it was only a loose fabric. Still, she was thankful that her stroll ended on such a comfortable seat, Liara felt strangely tired after such a short walk and a physical sluggishness that accompanied her since morning(last moths) was not helping. It was probably nothing, but a small snack later will probably help.

Former commando took a deep breath and began her tale.

“As you know, after you and Commander Shepard killed the Thorian, I reminded in Zhu Hope in order to help colonists recover. However, its grasp on us didn’t pass without repercussions. Some of the colonists developed certain anomalies and some health problems as a result of Thorian's control. We hired the colonial survey group to do some scans, but apparently, the medical contract allows the company to perform invasive procedures without our consent” explained formal commando slowly. Nyxeris arrived with three cups full of tea and placed them on the table. Both nodded in appreciation.

“If you don’t mind, could you briefly explain what those abnormalities are? Did the Thorian survived somehow?” asked Liara calmly, but alarm bells were already ringing in her head. She remembered all too well the ancient plant and its abilities. But former commando shook her head.

“No, we checked multiple times and there is nothing to imply that. Few months after it died, my pigment changed, few colonists noticed a few patches of green on themselves as well. I and some others have vivid dreams about time with the Thorian. It’s most disconcerting” Shiala paused, took a sip of tea, and continued.

“A lot of people experience headaches and muscle spawns, similar to what they experienced while under Thorian control. Those symptoms we noticed at first and alarmed us the most. But there are other, rather unique ones. Sometimes when we are near another former Thorian victim we share sensations like heat or pain. Also…” former asari looked away, she seemed slightly embarrassed.

“The appetites of female colonists as well as mine had noticeably increased and subsequently our weight, few women experienced nearly painful hunger pangs or appeared unable to stop eating without somebody interrupting them. What’s more, I become more… satisfied with living in the colony and instead started longing for a steady partner. I would chalk it up as the beginning of a matron stage if not the fact several women expressed similar thoughts, even Arcelia

At that Liara’s eyes slightly widened. Even after being freed from creature control, the head of colony security didn’t appear like somebody looking for a steady love life. Meanwhile, a green asari continued.

“Also, people appear to become more understanding of each other. We had a considerable decrease in the numbers of various quarrels, even amongst those most prone to it before. Instead, we had a few pregnancies. Women are more prone to staying home taking care of kids and eating, while males seem to go the extra mile to provide for families. It was checked those changes do not fit into normal parameters, even after traumatic experiences. That’s all we've observed so far. It has to be a result of trace amounts of the Thorian’s parasitic spores, all other possibilities were eliminated so far. You fought it, so you can understand why’d want it studied and cured” Shiala finished explaining afflictions and changes that worried her and inhabitants of Zhu’s Hope.

Liara nodded at that, feeling relief and concern for colonists. She remembered the terrifying plant-like creature that used innocent people like disposable tools. The doctor was glad that creature was gone, save perhaps for knowledge it possessed.

“Thank you for clearing it up. Now, what exactly do you need our help with? I assume it has to do with the contract mentioned earlier” asked Liara.

Pudgy asari clenched her hands a little and nodded with resignation.

“Barrier frontiers was interested in our problem. They offered to perform medical scans deliver treatment for next to nothing. I should know it was too good to be true, but we were desperate and the fine print we told earlier. Apparently, we agreed to perform invasive follow-up procedures if they deem it valuable, which they had” admitted former commando with visible shame. Liara quickly ran scenarios of such a contract in her head.

“Even if they cannot force you to undergo those procedures on you, they still can declare you in the breach of contract,” said Liara. Shiala only nodded sadly.

“Exactly, which means we are responsible for a full price we would pay normally. Even with what little help we managed to squeeze from Exo-Geni, we managed to rebuild only basic infrastructure. We simply cannot afford to pay them Especially with our newfound… appetite” confirmed green-skinned asari bowing her herd with shame.

“I see. Out of curiosity how did you two meet again?” asked the doctor. This time muscular asari spoke.

“After this mess with Saren, I tried to locate all remaining commandos that were with Benezia. Effects were less than encouraging, but there were few exceptions, like Shiala. I had told her I work here, so she asked me for pointers and explained the basics of the problem. You had to deal with what that plant and know about this pseudo-legal nonsense much more than me. So I asked for this meeting. Do you have any ideas about how to deal with this?” explained the head commando. Liara nodded and began to think, simply releasing colonists from their debt was not enough…

The stretching silence was finally broken by Shiala.

“Liara I don’t expect you to solve it for us, but perhaps you know how I could proceed. I’m afraid I reached limits of my diplomatic abilities” pleaded former commando. Liara rubbed her eyes and sighed.

“I suppose we have the first problem for our research division” said ex-archaeologist after a long pause.

Eristena blinked, while bureaucracy was not her strong suit, she always made a point to know the exact structure of the organization she worked in.

“We have a research division?”

“We will” cleared Liara. Meanwhile, green asari was visibly taken aback.

“I… I appreciate the help but isn't that a bit too much?“ asked Shiala and immediately cursed herself in thought. She needed all the help she could get.

“Don’t thank me yet Shiala. We have to organize it and acquire that contract of yours. Besides my motives are hardly altruistic” replied the doctor and started to walk through the room, giving green asari the opportunity to see an increase in her buttocks' volume.

“First I don’t trust anybody with anything concerning Thorian. Of all people you best know what it was able to do. If somebody managed even fraction of its abilities we would have a catastrophe” began Liara. Shiala only nodded, but she was clenching her teeth at the reminder.

“Second, and possibly most importantly, as far as I know, you are the only person to recover from Sovereign indoctrination” added tall asari.

“At the cost of becoming Thorian’s slave,” said former commando sharply.

“I know” replied Liara with a much softer voice than previously.

“But perhaps there is a way to replicate effect or develop means of prevention. The Goddess knows we will need those” explained doctor in kind, but firm voice.

At that Shiala face paled.

“You think that those things are coming…?” she asked trying to banish terrible visions and memories of the monstrous ship from her mind.

“I know it. And I am afraid they will be here sooner than later. But let us focus on current matters. Please send me all information’s about that contract and I’ll see what I can do. Do you have necessary accommodations?” asked Liara while using her omnitool to send former commando secure contact data. Shiala smiled sincerely and nodded.

“I am fine. Eristena had secured quite decent housing for me. But thank you, Liara” said green asari with gratefulness heard in her voice, she was clearly relieved.

“You may come to regret this decision. Eristena will surely relay to you just how much of a tyrannical employer I am” informed Liara with a hint of amusement.

“I’ll contact you as soon as I have something concrete, but inform me if something happens. For what’s worth, I truly hope we manage to help colonists. But please do not divulge widely about my involvement” said the doctor firmly. Green skied asari got up and stood next to younger asari.

“I’ll tell only the most significant members of the colony, they will feel better that it’s you. But don’t worry I’ll be discrete. I’ll head home and send you all documents. Unless there is something more?” asked Shiala still smiling. Liara returned it.

“Nothing else comes to my mind at this point. Eristena?” said the doctor and looked on muscular asari. She only shook her head.

“Do come by the training center. Retired or not, we could use more commando with your experience as an instructor, even temporarily” proposed stoic asari.

“I will. Thank you both for your help. It is the first time in weeks there is hope that we get through this mess” said Shiala. Eristena stood up as well and accompanied them to the door. It was then when Liara fully able to assess changes in her guest. By her estimation, ex-commando weighed around 250 pounds, newly gained tissue concentrating in her chest and belly.

When green-skinned asari had left, both doctor and commando sat again in livingroom.

“So… what’s the other reason you wanted to meet. Because while I understand the urgency of Shiala’s situation, but I do not believe that's why asked for all this secrecy,” said Liara, interrupting prolonging silence. Eristena only released a small sigh.

“We both know I am no good at those spy games you have to deal with. But… I noticed a possible security risk you appear to have been overlooking. I want to talk about it” explained head commando gravely. 

“Very well. Let’s talk” agreed Liara equally seriously and took a sip of tea, she had filling she will need it.

They did talk. It proved to be quite enlightening.

***

Meanwhile
Concealed Research Centre

Nyxeris was smiling when she entered the actual complex. If there was one thing about Illium she truly liked, it was the fact that you could organize almost anything “legally” as long as you fill proper paperwork and, obviously, shove enough credits.

A completely cut-off facility with a shell company over it? – by all means.

There was also another, more important, reason for her giddy mood. The Observer was here to inspect the effects of conducted research.

She was greeted by the salarian with a light brown complexion, in laboratory uniform, and a rather serious expression. He had been called earlier from a visible reception.

“Ah… Miss Dimakos. Punctual, I see. We were informed of your desire to see the progress of our trials” said scientists almost emotionlessly, but with a slight note of annoyance.

“Please, doctor. Rest assured I have full faith in your abilities. But experience teaches that it’s important to look after your investments” replied asari in a peaceful voice and with a smile. The salarian only give her a hasty nod and gestured to the next door.

After a short walk, they arrived in the room with a row of large windows overlooking, what’ appeared to be, a livingroom. There were multiple screens, some showing a camera feed from other rooms and angles. Others shoved the vitals of the occupants.

“I assume they cannot see us?” asked Nyxeris while pointing at the window.

“It’s one-sided, from another side it looks like a normal wall. Participants were informed that their vitals would be monitored. However, they remain unaware of our surveillance” explained asari that currently were on duty in that room. Nyxeris looked at the displays before her. The fabricated apartment was occupied by four asari.

To be exact it was four asari that were part of the group cantered around the one, and only, Heless Vate. After a confrontation with Liara, she had immediately quit and her friends followed. Nyxeris had personally made sure that they received the short end of the stick according to their contract. A few more of a small unfortunate, but costly, accidents and strange lack of job prospects, all courtesy of Liara’s assistant, resulted in that after a month group of maidens were left creditless as well as close to losing their housing. Few of them did have wealthy parents, but they were usually too fed up with their offspring antics or simply didn’t care enough to provide any help at this point. Besides vanity of those maidens prevented them from asking for it in the first place. It was hard to believe that many of those air-heads were older than Liara.

But miraculously during one of their employment-hunting trips, they found a perfect job. Research on the effects of prolonged isolation in small groups. Necessary were young, physically, and mentally(hah) fit asaris that would spend multiple months without direct contact with the outside world, although in fairly comfortable conditions. Seclusion would be only broken in case of a medical emergency or if coordinators decided so.

The payment was fairly good for a job that required them to do nothing, coupled with the fact that it had been Heless who found it resulted in quick enlistment of Vate’s entire group. Strangely enough, she was the only asari to receive that offer. They were also not sharp enough to notice fine print stating the company had the privilege of dosing them with medication, change their living conditions and enforce them to act as their employers see fit, as long as it did not endanger their lives. The contract didn’t specify how long the experiment would take place, only that it would continue until the corporation received a satisfactory amount of data.

That was fine with Nyxeris, while she would dispose of idiotic maidens if push came to shove, she had no intention of doing so. The Observer could “legally” keep them in the complex as long as she “take care” of them. Nyxeris had every intention of doing just so and make sure that young asaris had no desire or ability to leave her care.

“First group, effects of hypnotic, subliminal suggestions and other psychological stimuli on asari. In this case, all messages are supposed to make objects increase food intake and acceptance of fat tissue growth and discourage from physical activities. The end goal is to, as by your instructions, to make patients adopt as a sedentary lifestyle as possible with equally calorie-heavy diet” relayed the salarian in a monotone voice and tapped on few screens.

“Here we have their original and current weight. Their apartment is stocked with a variety of products, that are being restocked automatically. They have the option of requesting specific products, but we haven't received any requests so far. We haven’t administrated any medications according to your instructions.” continued amphibians scientist.

Nyxeris looked at the displays.

Priyrzia Atrurus:

Height: 5’6”

Original weight: 151,8 lbs

Current weight: 162,3 lbs

Heollta Pesare:

Height: 5’4”

Original weight: 128,8 lbs

Current weight: 139,3 lbs

Irayme Jannili:

Height: 5’4”

Original weight: 122,4lbs

Current weight: 130,3 lbs

Joneres Janiana:

Height: 5’5”

Original weight: 138,7 lbs

Current weight: 149,6 lbs

That not too much. Then again it was barely a month using only the most subtle method pondered The Observer and shifted her attention to the apartment.

One of the maidens was preparing something in the kitchen, the second one was trying to work out in a small gym, but it was visible her heart was not in it. However, the remaining two presented the most heart-warming sight to the Nyxeris. Both of them were sitting on the couch, mindlessly watching some show while munching on snacks. Considering a few empty wrappings and a distended stomach of a maiden that had decided to remain in her trousers and lingerie, they were at it for a while.

“So far results have been inconclusive. We did note an increase of consumed food and their lessened insistence on physical training, but that may be the effect of boredom and drastically smaller peer pressure. That kind of stimuli causes the most noticeable effect after a certain duration, so we cannot be sure. However, diminution of more aggressive impulses is the most likely effect of our actions. They do have access to holonet, but various filters that add specifically prepared subliminal messages and prevent them from sending any data outside” Ahum reported.

“Tests?” asked Nyxeris without taking away her gaze from the scene in livingroom.

“Yes, every day they are required to do a basic test on their consoles. Nothing too complicated, they are composed in a way that allows us their mental state. So far nothing unexpected” explained the salarian. The Observer nodded and tore away from the sight of stuffing maidens.

“Please continue with this course of action and notify me if something changes. Is there something that needs my attention concerning this group?” asked Nyxeris.

“No, at least at this stage. There is a suggestion to dose one of them with light medications to heighten object susceptibility and measure how her overall state will deviate from the rest. However only after a longer exposure of the entire group to conditioning and determination of most effective methods” replied salaraian. Asari nodded.

“Approved. Please do inform me when you will decide it’s appropriate to implement that idea. Now could you show me the next group?” requested Nyxeris. He nodded and both left the room, leaving lone asari to operation.

“As expected testing of new substances provided much more immediate, although I’m afraid we’ll need further… volunteers,” said the doctor as they approached next door.

The setup inside was identical to that from the previous room, but the sight from windows and cameras was noticeably different, despite also identical interior. Those irregularities were caused by the overall mess in the entire apartment and various wrappers laying around.

“Group number two, trials of newly develop an appetite and hunger stimulants as well others associated substances” announced Ahum. Nyxeris heard him like through the fog, she was too occupied with the sight before her.

A single asari was sitting in the livingroom, she was watching a talk show of some sort, or rather was trying to. Considering her expression and erratic movement of hands, she had something else on her mind. She was wearing a shirt and pants, but it was visible that they didn’t fit her as well they used to. To lone asari’s credit, she did bother to wear something.

Two other maidens were laying together asleep in a double bed with only their lingerie on. Both were soundly asleep, surrounded by multiple empty junk food containers, completely empty ones. They seemed to grow even more than their clothed companion and their bellies... Two taut hills, marred with purple stretchmark’s, protruded almost half feet from their bodies. Despite the relatively small weight of occupants, it was clear that that room had been a place of the magnificent display of gluttony.

Nyxeris painfully bit her lip and tried to contain her excitement. She managed to tear away from her eyes from the camera feed and instead checked their status.

Jonuci Masus:

Height: 5’7”

Original weight: 146,6 lbs

Current weight: 182,3 lbs

Lenithnea Sasir:

Height: 5’6”

Original weight: 128,9 lbs

Current weight: 172,4 lbs

Josanly Sasir:

Height: 5’6”

Original weight: 127,6 lbs

Current weight: 169,3 lbs

Mmmmmm… gain of more than 40 pounds after the first month. If I could start with Liara like that dreamed The Observer. After a few seconds, she managed to compose herself.

“Doctor, how fares this group?” said asari to the salarian, who remained silent so far. He probably noticed that his employer was too transfixed to listen to him.

“We began dosing all four objects with different substances assigned to each of them. Those medicaments while differing in composition and direct effect all have a similar purpose, namely, increase in patients caloric intake. Beyond that, all food was laced with substances that allow making digestive track much more efficient and prone to distending, digestive boosters, mild muscle relaxants. Many of those were too experimental but were selected so they don't interfere with the main medication” replied the amphibian doctor and began clicking on the screen.

“Unfortunately, although those substances were designed to have much more profound effects than already available ones, we still underestimated their potency. First results were visible just after first days” continued scientists showing few camera shots of maidens stuffing themselves and four charts visualizing patients calorie intake. 

“We decreased dosage slightly intending to stabilize their intake at certain levels. However, their behavior quickly changes into what you can see on the Sasir twin’s example” said Ahum and pointed at the screen that showed two beautifully glutted asari.

“Patients eat everything until they cannot take another bite. Then they wait until they can and slowly and painfully eat the rest. Once they run out of food they sleep. Because of it we are preparing their main meals and carefully restock other foods. Thankfully so far they have managed to stop themselves before rapturing their stomach, largely to digestive boosters and stretching inducing substances that I must add have been working wonderfully, but we decided to take some precautions” reported the salarian.

“And the one in the livingroom, Jonuci Masus? She seems to be more composed” asked Nyxeris with curiosity.

“On the outside, perhaps, and even that is most likely temporary. Miss Masus managed to resist the longest, at one point she even tried to get out” said the salarian and chuckled slightly.

“Biotic dampeners we distributed to all of them prevented her from causing any real damage. And message where we warned her that further attempts will result in having her food supply reduced completely halted her destructive notions. Unlike twins, she still bothers to clothe herself and clean her environment. Miss Masus even manages to stop herself from eating snacking, for a few minutes that is. However, we make all of them shower themselves and we may need to start remotely clean apartment in the foreseeable future” explained the scientist with his monotone voice.

Something occurred to Nyxeris.

“Doctor at first you said about four patients and, from what I remember, that group was supposed to be composed of four asari. Yet inside are only three” asked The Observer and pinned her employee with her gaze. He only nodded, uncharacteristically slowly for a salarian.

“Yes, there has been an incident, but not serious enough to require direct contact with you, as per your instructions Miss Dimakos” replied Ahum calmly. 

In other words – the fourth asari was alive, she didn’t contact the outside nor she escaped.

The Observer nodded with acceptance.

“I will show you her next, but before that, mealtime approaches. Would you like to see it for herself?” asked the scientist. That did pique Nyxeris's attention.

“Yes, very much so,” said asari with a smile.

“Epon send messages and turn on the audio from the kitchen ” commanded scientists to other salarian that worked in this observatory.

“At once” replied the worker and tapped few buttons. A few seconds later omnitools of all maidens flashed. The reaction was immediate, it looked as if an electric current ran through them. The eyes of both twins snapped open and they began to hastily, although clumsily sit up, which accompanied various sounds. Josanly was quicker, but too visibly hampered by her distended stomach. She arrived by one of the lockers and pressed omnitool to it. It opened and revealed several large bowls filled to brims with food. Clothed asari transported them to livingroom at the last second as the sound of bare feet was heard. Twins arrived in the kitchen and mirrored her actions. However, they didn’t bother moving too far with food or utensils, that Josanly was still holding in shaking hands.

Instead, they put the container on the nearest counter with chairs and began to gorge. They were using their bare hands to shove food into their mouths, tore through meat and large pieces with their teeth. Juices and gravy ran down their faces and hands. At some point one of them simply showed her face into the bowl with food, the second twin soon followed. At this point, they resampled starved breeding animals.

Good supplied Nyxeris mind at this image as she tried to contain growing arousal.

Josanly was not faring too good. She ate fast, but her hands shook more and more with every second. Finally, she stopped, looked hard on her jerking hands, and at the food before her. At long last Josanly abandoned cutlery, which hindered her, and started to push food down her gullet like her roommates.

The entire apartment was a scene to the glorious spectacle of untamed gluttony. From speaks were hard sounds of biting, treating, and swallowing. Such amounts of food weren’t indifferent to their stomach. Theirs, already distended, midriffs began to push outward trying to accommodate their incredible load. With every bite, they grew and showing new gluttony-induced wounds.

After several long minutes, maidens were done. They sat half-consciously rubbing their gargantuan guts with the gentleness of a proud, pregnant mother. Those enormous food-filled organs stuck out, looking unreal on maidens’ still relatively small frames. But it was only a matter of time before cargo inside would digest into lovely fat. More calories-filled goods would soon follow, making young asaris growing into proper, adipose-filled forms.

Nyxeris was panting heavily with fist clenched fist covering her mouth. She was pretty sure that her panties were wet. Slowly she managed to compose herself. Ahum broke the silence.

“Those are results, so far. Now we will give them some time to digest and provide snacks in several minutes. At this point, I suggest completely suspend dosing patients with stimulants to observe how long the effects will last. But considering their dramatically increased stomach capacity, I doubt that their intake is ever likely to drop to its original level” said the salarian without any emotion in his voice. Nyxeris took a deep breath.

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“I approve of this course of action, but I want you to resume treatment the moment they stop stuffing themselves to absolute limits. Is that understood?” commanded slowly The Observer. Scientist nodded.

“Yes. In the meantime would like to see the fourth and final patient?” asked the doctor. Nyxeris glanced at the images of stuffed maidens and their pulsing bellies. She sighed in thoughts, but she couldn't prolong her absence too much.

“Of course. Please lead the way doctor” replied asari and so they went.

They entered an alternative hallway and arrived before small reinforced doors. Next to it were several screens that were monitored by single asari, two other ones sat next to her, looking bored out of their minds.

“Dalior, how’s our patient?” the salarian asked the nurse that was looking at screens. The biggest one showed the insides of a padded room. Behind the door was only a single young asari curled in a fetal position on the floor, despite a bed nearby. She was wearing a loose uniform and even despite her position Nyxeris could not notice her belly, bigger than any of the previous asari.

“No changes so far. Vitals are stable. She ate, moaned for more for about half-hour, and fallen asleep. We’ll have to give more soon or she'll wake up from hunger and throw a fit” replied nurse in a weary tone.

The Observer pointed a questioning look at the amphibian scientist. He only turned to her and gave her a holopad with some data. 

Linulha Novo:

Height: 5’6”

Original weight: 140,4 lbs

Current weight: 189,3 lbs

“Miss Novo is a former occupant of the second room. At first, the medication seemed to have little to no effect, but we continued with it to be sure. We learned that time was the key factor and that the drug she had been receiving is, by far the most potent. After a one and a half week after the first dosage, she woke up in the night and started to eat, mindlessly so. Initially, a present employee simply observed, but when her stomach was reaching absolute limits and Miss Novo showed no signs of slowing, he filled the entire apartment full of sleeping gas” related the salarian as he put the recording on one of the screens. It showed a skinny maiden with a ridiculously big belly cramming junk food between her lips, with unseen voracity. Ahum continued.

“She was moved to isolation. After waking up she immediately demanded food despite, still rather full stomach. Due to a sudden strain that was placed upon organ request was denied. Miss Novo started to beg for it, but quickly shifted to threats and aggression. She was destroying the cell, without her biotics, injuring herself in the process. Two members of personnel went in to constrain her. She threw herself at the first one and bitted her” 

At that Nyxeris blinked. Those wanna-be-commandos did have some basic training, but no training would suggest to bit your enemy, unless…

“Doctor, are you suggesting that she wanted to… eat somebody,” asked The Observer, in disbelief.

“Definitely felt like it” answered the unknown Nyxeris turned to the source, it was one of the asari that had been sitting uselessly so far. She was showing a forearm that had clear, freshly healed scars that corresponded to human or asari teeth.

“I had my fair share of accidents with hysterical patients, some of them bit, but it was usually caused by desperation or madness. It was usually quick or shallow. She…” nurse points at the camera feed

“…bit deep and tried to rip away part of my arm like varren” finished asari and pulled cloth bath on her forearm.

Nyxeris looked at the salarian, he didn’t look too happy with interruption but nodded.

“I agree. Observations after she was relocated, confirm this, she tried to bit parts of the room, but the material is too durable for this to succeed. Her behavior didn’t change despite the fact we stopped dosing her with medication and we started to provide her with food while keeping increasing portions to the absolute maximum her body could handle. Her state improved slightly last week. She reacts to her name and manages to stop herself from attacking when she thinks it would result in termination” told the scientist without any emotion.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” asked Nyxeris in a much low voice than before. She gave explicit orders to kept those maidens alive.

“Miss Novo was informed that she would be killed if she attacked and we entered the room with two employees equipped with stun guns, that looked like actual firearms. She remained still despite the visible internal struggle, that’s how we installed her bed. However, despite multiple inquires and attempts on dialogue her communication is limited to pleas and threats for more substance” explained Ahum and showed another clip. Inside of padded room two asari holing, what looked like a M-5 Phalanx, Nyxeris’s conversationalist, and Linulha. Maiden was sitting in a corner looking like a cornered animal that only waits for an opportunity to attack.

“We think she would still attack if not for those measures. Members of current group two, despite their state, partake in other activities of their volition, even if briefly or without paying them much attention, and are able to stop themselves when reaching limits. Meanwhile, this patient would most likely would, continue to eat, even as her stomach ruptured, and continue until she died. Due to obvious reasons, we haven’t tested that thesis” reported amphibian scientist. The Observer nodded still looking at the asari inside the padded room.

“Would you show me results live once again, doctor?” asked Nyxeris with a smirk.

“I see no problems with that. You Miss Muza?” the salarian asked the overseeing asari. She shook her head.

“As I said, everything looks good and it’s chow time, anyway. Let me just check how much we can give her” replied the nurse and started clicking buttons. After a few seconds, she stopped.

“Now we wait for delivery”

Indeed after a few seconds a portion of a wall opened and through it arrived multiple bowls with food. The effect was instantaneous and exceeded all of Nyxeris’s expectations.

Maiden’s eyes snapped open and she leaped at a meal like a predator on unsuspecting prey. The Observer had thought that occupants of the previous room ate like starved animals, but it was something else. She was eating directly from containers as they had been placed, with her knees on the ground and hands keeping the bowl in place. She ate with the ferocity of a rabid varren, from one of the cameras Nyxeris saw enormous loads trawling down her gullet. The moment the container emptied she would throw it away and grab another one. As maiden ate her stomach inflated, displaying old and new stretch marks. Young asari didn’t give any signs when the organ reached the floor, she kept inhaling her meal, and her gut chose to expand to sides. 

After minutes, that felt like hours, maiden devoured the entire meal. When she realized it, Linulha simply fell to the side, showing her stomach in its enormous, purple glory. Maiden was breathing hard as if she ran a marathon, with her hands laying uselessly. The scarred orb that had sprouted from her middle seemed to throb and looked ready to burst at any second.

Nyxeris was once again trying to hide her state. The entire display was disturbing, at times she doubted that creature she was seeing on the screens was ever an asari. It ate and ate with no sign of intelligence, like some sort of mindless animal. It was unreal, disgusting, it…

I think my lingerie is soaked thought Nyxeris, her mind clouded with arousal.

Then she saw that maiden seemed to speak. Medical personnel noticed this as well and clicked on a combination of buttons.

“… ase. I need more. Please, I am so hungry, please…” and so on. At first, Linulha‘s tone and expression suggested she was going to cry. However, both began to shift into anger and then animalistic fury.

“…GIVE MORE YOU FUCKERS OR I WILL...”

At some point, she even threw one of the containers, but the bowl only folded and fallen harmlessly. It would seem they were made from some flexible polymer.

After several minutes of furious, but pointless shrieking she stopped and looked around. Linulha started to… lick herself and her surroundings from remains of any edible substances.

Ahum bent down and disabled audio.

“This is what it looks like. After she falls asleep we pump sedatives so we can clean her and room as well as administrate some medications. Her entire behavior consists of sleeping, yelling for more, and sleeping when waiting for food. The patient still has her omnitool, we also did offer her some light forms of entertainment, but she has shown no infested in them, so far. It would seem as all her needs, desires and thoughts revolve around eating and her hunger, to the point when she is incapable of rational thinking. Even few carried out threats that we tied to persuade her with didn’t force her to change her behavior” concluded salarian. Nyxeris nodded.

“A regular eating machine” The Observer summed up.

“Basically, yes,” said the doctor with a slightly disgruntled voice. But it was likely caused by Nyxeris’s phrasing than anything else.

“I fear that at this stage we will have to limit our reach to observing Miss Novo and simulations of this substance properties. Effects are too violate to continue without improvements, but there are simply too many variables to do so quickly. That’s why…”

“Doctor, please. Can we continue this talk on the way to the final room?” interrupted Nyxeris calmly. Ahum blinked but soon nodded.

“Of course, Miss Dimakos”

When they passed through the door and were alone The Observer began to speak.

“Ahum, I am very happy with the actions of this facility so far and I want you to continue on this track. I will provide more volunteers according to what you specify, if you need to you may increase staff, as long as they pass the screening. However…” asari stopped and pointed at the door they just passed.

“The effect we just saw. I need to be able to induce them quickly and be able to stop them if necessary. Once you accomplish that you try to learn how to lessen drug strength, but it’s not the priority. Assign to it all necessary resources, but I want it done” ordered Nyxeris firmly with her gaze pinning the salarian. His eyes narrowing was the only reaction she got.

“Very well, Nyxeris. However, it will require extra funding and even then it is going to take some time” replied the scientist calmly. Asari smiled.

“It’s no problem as long as you provide steady progress. Now would you lead the way to the final patient, doctor?” asked Nyxeris, almost cheerfully.

“Of course”

And so they went. As they walked The Observer studied the salarian scientist. Doctor Ahum Izue, was not a genius, but he was a solid researcher with a vast knowledge of his field and a well-hidden curiosity that only increased his productivity. He rarely failed to deliver and never made baseless excuses. Most importantly he had absolutely no problems leading even completely… morally questionable projects, as long as everything was considered to be formally “legal”.  He did just turned four asari into food addicts, with no indication of remorse, but everything he had done was well within the bounds of their contract. The salarian had also a high opinion thanks to being loyal to his employers, of course only when being well rewarded for his efforts. By Illium standard’s it was a shining endorsement.

No wonder I like him though Nyxeris. She mean it strictly professionally, she wasn’t too attracted to males of any species and salarians weren’t her type at all.

The room they arrived at differed from the first two, it was on the same level as the observed environment and had direct access to it. Personnel was also more numerous, beyond a salarian observer near the console, there were two asari nurses, who were now slowly preparing some tools. The picture seen through transparent parts of the wall and monitor presented a much different image to those seen before as well.

The biggest room, that was directly connected to one Nyxeris was standing in, definitely was not a livingroom. It was, spacious, quite nicely decorated room. The Observer noticed several expensive game systems, connected to the monitor that hanged from the ceiling. There was only one door, which connected the main room with the bathroom visible on the camera feed.

However, the most important aspect was a king-sized bed that stood in the middle of the wall and directly facing the monitor. On its left was a cabinet with some everyday items: wipes, some manual games, a single opened bag of potato crisps, and so on. On the other side was a machine with a single, transparent tube coming from it. The Observer never had seen it before, but she had a theory, that filled her with excitement.

The bed itself appeared to be quite comfortable, although even from her position Nyxeris noticed several of its, attributes that clearly stated that it was not a normal piece of furniture. Like various mechanisms under it and elements that, at least based on The Observer’s knowledge, could be used to securely constrain somebody. It was all Nyxeris observed from her position and with obstacles such as blanket and bed’s occupant under it.

This room was also special because it had only one patient from the beginning. It was none only than Heless Vate, in her own, tantrum-filled person. Changes had taken place in her appearance as well. Her face and arms were noticeably pudgier, while her chest didn’t appear to grow visibly, the belly was pushing the top of her hospital garment by quite a lot. Unfortunately not enough to unravel itself from the oversized shirt. The Observer was unable to observe her legs, which were resting under the blanket. She also possessed an unexpected element of attire, something that looked like a collar around her neck.

Nyxeris absorbed everything she saw and turned to head scientist with a sincere smile. When he noticed he had her attention back, the salarian started his speech.

“Room number three: observations of increasing weight and obesity on asari physiology. Unlike previous setups, this one has housed only one patient since the beginning and she has much more interaction with personnel”

He clicked on the console and information appeared.

Heless Vate:

Height: 5’5”

Original weight: 132,4 lbs

Current weight: 204,7 lbs

By the Goddess though Nyxeris and took a sharp breath. Heless was still in, somewhat, “normal” limits, but the rate at which her weight grew…

“As per your instructions, we attempt to induce as fast as a possible increase in fat tissue. Especially that, as I understand, you're actually interested in data collected from the patient once she passes 300 pounds threshold. In order to attain it, we constricted Miss Vate physical activity to an absolute minimum. She is required to remain in bed save required usage of the bathroom and, unfortunately, necessary physical activities to stimulate her bodily functions” relayed the doctor and showed the camera feed of Heless reluctantly performing some exercises.

Well, I must admit that she makes Liara’s sessions look like merciless bodybuilding pondered The Observer with amusement, but she also regretted the loss of the few calories maiden had been burning.

"To optimize consumption and further lower physical activity of the patient, we use a funnel. The tube is being inserted directly into the subject's stomach cavity and through it we pour a calorie-rich paste, minimalizing any work on Miss Vate’s end and speeding up the process. We started with a slightly modified substance created for starvation victims, but we are constantly improving its composition to make it as fattening and as easy to digest as possible” continued the salarian and pointed to plastic containers that were lying near two nurses.

“Feeding consists of two cycles, once her stomach is empty we pump it as full as possible, stretching it. Then once the first load is digested we repeat the operation, but without filling her to the absolute maximum the organ has more time to adapt and heal. You did instruct us to minimalize the use of medications if possible, but some are necessary to speed up the process. Beyond what Miss Vate receives to regulate her health, we are dosing her only with stomach stretching substances, digestives, healing ailments, and mild anesthesia. Of course, we can remove them, but it will significantly increase the time necessary for her to safely gain weight.” said Ahem. Nyxeris though for a few seconds shook her head.

“No, doctor. I see no need for that as long as she does not receive appetite stimulants and narcotics. However, please sate my curiosity, why not have her permanently hooked to a machine and fill her belly as she digests?” asked The Observer, truly curious.

“We did consider this possibility and we're likely to do this in the future, but there are few problems with that at this stage. It would not allow the stomach to properly heal and gain elasticity, especially as at this stage we prioritized having her stomach capability reinforced. Also as I mentioned earlier we are still modifying forage, so we need to have a clear distinction between the effect of individual batches to compare results. Lastly, as she is now, the substance would remain for a prolonged time in the tube, a hot environment, and may spoil. Once Miss Vate will be able to consume larger quantities without danger of rupture we will consider it to speed up the process” explained amphibian scientist. Asari nodded and signed in thoughts. 

“Thank you. Now considering today's trend, I assume I will be able to see at least part of the process?” asked Nyxeris with a satisfied smile. The salarian nodded, ever so slightly and pointed his look at another member of his species by consoles. 

“Mister Iral, can we proceed?” asked the doctor.

“Yes, I only save current readings and give a signal. Jeis, is everything ready?” said the worker, supposedly to one of the nurses, but both were already waiting by the door with a cart containing paste and a few other items. At this sight, the salarian pushed a button.

Maiden inside suddenly stopped clicking on the controller and winced as if she ate some sour fruit. Most likely she had received a warning about what’s to follow. After a minute both nurses entered with a serene expression and rolled the trolley in. They appeared to greet Heless and she replied something with a face suggesting that whatever came from her mouth was not too polite. Maiden was still glaring at newcomers while clenching her fists, but she was doing nothing, even as she was being strapped to the bed.

“As expected, at the beginning Miss Vate was violently opposing our actions. We were forced to use sedatives and a bit of physical force. Luckily, despite her bravado, the patient was quickly convinced to comply with our instructions. Smart move, especially considering quite lavish accommodations she is being provided with and certain precautions we took” said the head scientist as the nurse pushed the tube down the maiden’s throat and the second one was hooking containers with feed to the machine.

At last, everything was ready, Heless was firmly immobilized with a transparent tube connecting her stomach to the machine. One of asaris flipped a switch and it came to life. Nyxeris saw as pale cream traveled to the maiden’s mouth. At first, nothing else happened, but after a few minutes, Vate’s expression shifted from furious to a… distressed slightly pained one. And after a moment her belly appeared.

Blue orb unrevealed itself from the crack between shirt and blanket. It grew slowly but surely, like some sort of balloon.

But she is one, isn’t she? Until Heless puts some meat on her bones, she is basically an asari-shaped balloon that is being filled with food pondered Nyxeris with excitement.

The organ was swelling and Nyxeris could see signs of numerous, but well-healed stretch marks. Vate’s face betrayed more pain and she started to visibly sweat with every heavy breath. One of the nurses put on gloves and took a portion of some substance from the container on the trolley. She put it on both hands and started to carefully cover the strained belly with it. As the nurse worked Heless pained expression and breathing lessened considerably, that substance must have been anesthetic amongst other things.

Nyxeris had thought that belly she had seen on hunger-crazed maiden was enormous, but Vate’s stomach was just reaching a similar size with no signs of stopping. It turned purple and The Observer could swear that she was able to see new marks appear on an overstrained skin. Cream kept flowing steadily, distending maiden’s organ, until something flashed on the overseeing’s salarian screen. He concentrated on this at some point clicked a button and the machine stopped.

When nurses realized it, they immediately sprung to work. One started to carefully take out the tube from Heless’s mouth and removed the mechanism that prevented her from manipulating her mouth. Maiden coughed a few times, as her mouth was being cleaned from a few stray droplets. Medical personnel freed her from constraints and helped her lay on the side putting an extra pillow under the distended sphere. One nurse began to clean the machine, while the second put another layer of medicine on a patient’s strained skin. They finished, tidied up, and left the panting maiden alone in the room.

Vate was facing a one-way mirror, which allowed Nyxeris to observe her tummy from the front. And what a sight it was. In size, it reminded her of one of the old-fashioned traveling, bags as it obscured almost a third of the maiden’s frame. The gargantuan belly seemed to pulse and it had purple color in contrast to the rest of Heless’s skin with few angry marks on it.

It looks like she is the one being attached to that gut and not the other way around pondered Nyxeris while painfully biting her lip. Stay in this facility made her libido reach new heights.

The maiden herself was berthing hard, but shallowly, clearly trying not to upset her bomb of a stomach. Her shin was covered in sweat and her face showed tiredness, pain, and mix of resignation, and remnants of anger. How different that expression had been when she had disrespected Liara. The wonders a month of proper meals can do to asari.

“We predict that with an increase of maximum stomach capability and improvements to the mix, Miss Vate will reach 300 pounds within two months or less. Should we slow down the process then? We would be able to gather more data that way” said Ahum to his employer. Nyxeris though for a few seconds.

“No, but you can select new volunteers to mirror this experiment and do this. But Miss Vate is somewhat of a special case, I want her to teach her just how fat we can make an asari and keep one alive” replied The Observer steadily, managing to hide her giddiness.

“If you will be able to secure an appropriable number of new subjects, this is an acceptable course of action. Also since we already researching the most efficient means of subliminal suggestion, I would suggest using some of the tested methods on Miss Vate and future subjects of this study. While it may not be necessary, having more compliant patients would certainly ease the entire operation.” asked the amphibian scientist and looked at The Observer.

Nyxeris was silent for a minute thinking about that proposition. She had not thought of it before, but it was a quite logical decision. However, the Shadow Broker’s operative wanted Heless to be aware of her expanding figure. On the other hand, having her reduced to a mindless addict, that desired food despite her logic was quite tempting as well.

Decisions, decisions…

Finally, asari exhaled and answered.

“You have a green light to do so doctor. Also, a reminder - a new batch of patients will include humans and drells, if I manage to secure enough of them. They will need separate facilities”

“I remember, preparations of their housing and new measures for them are already underway. I am afraid that’s all we had to show. If you would like Miss Dimakos we can see how residents of room number two are faring. But before that there are few formal matters I would go over with you, also there are few substances that passed testing and we believe could be most lucrative” said the scientist.

“Of course doctor. Please, lead the way” replied Nyxeris with a smile.

Later, when Nyxeris was driving to the office, she was still mulling over that day's events.

I know pure hypnosis, would not work immediately, but their effects are usually most lasting and hardest to detect. New drugs - as far I had seen everything goes wonderfully. They only need to smooth some edges, prepare antidotes and make it easy to use outside the lab. Finally that little fool Heless, I need to know how to maintain obese asari in relatively good health and she is a perfect candidate. That idiot is much more productive that way than if I left her to her own devices. Even if none of this will be helpful with Liara, it will be useful in the future daydreamed The Observer with true happiness. 

Operation with Liara as a target was not merely her doing The Shadow Broker’s bidding, mixed with her own twisted attempt to help her. No, it was a test.

Liara, despite not being the most important or most secure person in the galaxy, lacked hobbies, avoided lavish pleasures and other indulgences. In other words, the young doctor was well secured, very private(paranoid) and distrustful asari, that took no part in activities that may result in her waistline expanding. If Nyxeris managed to succeed with her plan and maintain to provide useful intel, The Shadow Broker would allow implementing this tactic on other influential individuals.

Nyxeris could already see the Councillor Irissa transforming into a wobbling mass of blubber.

Now I just make sure Liara continues to pile on pounds and becomes even more dependable on me thought The Observer with a pang of worry.

Also, I must avoid ending like those wanna-be-commandos

Despite her attempts, Nyxeris still remained well above 200 pounds, making her heavier than most patients, save Heless.

However, she quickly buried those doubts at the memory of a second visit to room number two at the end of her tour.

Three asaris lying in various points on the apartment, panting and groaning in visible pain, that was coming from their stuffed guts. Yet, despite their torment, they continue to slowly put another piece of junk food into their mouths and devour them, further filing their already excruciatingly full stomachs.

Soon enough, the dear doctor will act similarly. I’ll make sure of it

Chapter Text

A week later, Monday
Liara’s apartment
08:15 a.m.

Nyxeris was smiling, even humming quietly, as she washed dished after breakfast. Well… mostly after Liara’s breakfast, seeing that the number of dishes that had been necessary to prepare and transport enough to satisfy the doctor’s gluttonous belly took most of the pile. It was not to say older asari hadn’t indulged herself, no she was quite full as well, her midriff straining fabric around her shirt.

Still, The Observer has every reason to feel pleased with herself. Liara continued to stuff her face, without a care in the world or suspicions, like a good little maiden and her research center worked wonderfully as well. Just yesterday she received information that another asari had started to receive Helss’s treatment and parallel rooms one and two have been established, full of human patients.

“Nyxeris, may I interrupt you? There is something I want to discuss” said a familiar voice from behind, stopping her daydreaming. Nyxeris blinked, but quickly washed her hands and turned around. She was slightly surprised, usually, by now, Liara was mostly free of food-induced trance and waddled to her desk. Yet ex-archaeologist was still sitting by the table.

Liara presented a magnificent sight. The 365 pounds of blue adipose covered her quite, evenly, widening every part of her. Her chest was surpassing every Nyxeris had seen, in terms of size and shape, save for those, which were results of extreme plastic surgery, but was the most glorious one by far. Blue orbs were bigger than that round Earthly fruit, that Nyxeris was fond of, a melon she believed it was called, and just a bit smaller than younger’s asari head. They were strangely shapely and perky considering their origins, but it only added to their appeal. Besides The Observer had only old human pictures to compare, perhaps asari were different in that regard.

Liara was almost twice as wide as she had been when the two had met. Her belly expanded as a solid, soft, and smooth mass, with only a few folds forming her back and side fat. The doctor’s fat tummy expanded outwards even farther than young asari breasts. It was currently gurgling, dutifully digesting an incredible load of nutritious goods that distended belly by almost a foot in diameter. While Nyxeris could not see Liara’s posterior, she had a good authority, that former archaeologist's meaty buttocks had already overflown, admittedly small, hair.

I need to replace those with bigger ones. The thinner she thinks she is, the better pondered Nyxeris as she was trying not to stare at her “employer's” various anatomical parts.

Same with office, I bet that seat got awfully tight by now.

The tall asari’s limbs weren’t unaffected either. Nyxeris already noted that there was a noticeable and sudden difference in the doctor’s ankle and calf width. When the doctor’s legs weren’t spread to accommodate her growing middle, her thighs were constantly touching, brushing with every step. Liara’s upper limbs grown as well: her arms, being at least as twice as wide thanks to soft adipose, her forearms not being far behind, but noticeably thinner. Even young asari’s hands and feet weren’t spared, gaining a much pudgier appearance. Probably least affected was the doctor’s face. While much fuller than initially and filling with every day, it would be hard to deduce T’Soni heiress's true volume by it alone.

The asari in question was sitting with a thoughtful expression, one hand on the table, supporting her frame and second rubbing her inflated middle, that was stretching the fabric of her dress. Yet, despite clear intelligence visible on Liara’s face, she seemed to be completely obvious of her predicament.

Nyxeris managed to prevent her pleasant smile from shifting into a full grin and sat opposite her “employer”.

“Yes, Liara? How may help you?” asked the Shadow Broker’s operative in a pleasant tone. Liara was silent for a few seconds and took a deep breath.

“Perhaps you noticed that during last week I was focused on a certain project that I have not disclosed to you?” said Liara calmly and rubbed her flabby stomach.

“Yes, I noticed, but I assumed it was some special assignment. I didn’t want to pry, ma’am” replied Nyxeris. It was a lie, as the doctor was now used to sharing various levels of details of her every project. A new one she remained silent about and Nyxeris was not able to glimpse into by other means, raised alarm bells in shorter asari’s head.

“Thank you for that. Truthfully I have a personal stake in this one so I tried to keep it quiet. However, at this point, I will need assistance. Let me explain”

And so she did. Liara told her about a prothean, semi-sentient, plant-like biological weapon that guarded access to a cache of the information left by Citadel’s builders. How that entity caused colonists to become aggressive once it felt endangered. About Shepard’s mission to gain access to prothean secrets in order to stop Saren, that resulted in the entity’s destruction. She mentioned the human spectre's team, which Liara was part of, whose actions resulted in colony salvation, even managing to save affected people.

“If I understand correctly we need to secure the contract and organize scientific help to diagnose them?” asked Nyxeris seriously.

“We also need to obtain results of pre-existing research and have Barrier Frontiers destroy their copies. But it’s not the main issue, I already prepared sufficient materials to have them comply with our requests. The problem is I cannot have any third party involved in this. I risked my life for this colony and I do not appreciate anything sabotaging my efforts” said Liara firmly and looked Nyxeris directly in the eyes. The Observer barely stopped herself from flinching.

“Don’t misunderstand my actions merely for me being sentimental or charity. Researching the abilities of Thorian alone will be beneficial, few aftereffects of its influence may prove useful if replicated. I know for a fact that it caused a full recovery from pre-existing mental afflictions. That alone could return this investment in full” said the tall asari with her voice and gaze hard like titanium. Finally, she broke eye contact and continued in a softer voice.

“That brings me to the original point. I need to minimalize risk, therefore I need a team of scientists that answer directly to me and I want you to create it” finished ex-archaeologist. Nyxeris blinked slowly, absorbing her words.

“I’m not a scientist ma’am. I don’t know if I’m appropriate for this job” started The Observer calmly and cautiously.

“I don’t want you to do research Nyxeris. I want you to be one to personally deal with Barrier Frontiers, assemble a team of specialists and supervise them on an administrative level. I know that you have a basic that allows you to know what we need. Most importantly I need somebody I trust to do it” replied Liara firmly, but with an almost pleading look.

Nyxeris clenched her teeth. From one side this proposition confirmed her status as a trustful employee and if she accepted further elevate her standing with the young asari. On the other hand, it would add to her already pilling duties, leaving her less time to oversee and feed Liara.

She sighed in thought and summoned a smile on her face. Ultimately the choice was obvious.

“I’ll do it, ma’am. I just hope my performance will be satisfactory,” replied Nyxeris. Liara exhaled in relief.

“I’ll send you intel I have acquired as well as information about colony and other instructions. Nyxeris, thank you” said the doctor and looked like she was about to lift her bulk when she suddenly stopped.

“There is one last thing. There is a package I left on a table in my bedroom. May you bring it?” said Liara. Nyxeris's smile widened.

“Of course Liara” replied the assistant and went upstairs. Liara having her do small physical tasks was relevantly new but repeating development. It was clear that the young doctor was becoming lazier with every day, at least when it came to moving. Very good.

The older asari immediately found the package in the typical container for height quality postal services. She went back to the kitchen and put it on the table before stuffed doctor. Liara took it and without a word started to open, inside was another box without any marks. It was opened as well, revealing… jewelry?

Indeed, inside was set composed of a simple, but elegant necklace and two bracelets. They were rather big, but not terribly so, elegant with light ornaments and few gems, that pleasantly added to their silver colorings and shapes. While most of the stones were typical, she noticed few unordinary ones, artificial gems, containing eezo.

This may not be the most expensive set I have ever seen, but still pricey. Also probably one of the prettiest. pondered Nyxeris still in shock. What it was doing her. Liara pushed set towards older asari.

“Please, I hope you like it Nyxeris” said the doctor with, probably, the most playful tone Nyxeris had ever heard, she was even smiling.

“Ma’am?” asked shorter asari.

“I must admit that I was skeptical about our closer cooperation, but so far it was only beneficial. You proved yourself to be a trustworthy and competent employee that I can rely on. While I may demand a lot, I also know how to reward the extra effort. That and I believe your birthday is approaching. However, if you don’t like that I can return this set and give you a bonus in credits” said Liara, still smiling. Nyxeris looked down at the jewelry. She did like it, she loved it in fact. The assistant was pretty sure that in that set and her favorite dress she would turn heads of even the most xenophobic individuals. If Nyxeris still fit into that dress that is.

“N…No, ma’am, it's beautiful. Thank you” replied still bewildered The Observer. Liara only nodded and with effort managed to stand up. The piece of furniture let out a noise as roughly 400 pounds stopped pressing on it. The tall asari turned around and started to heavily trek towards the desk. Nyxeris could clearly hear when her bare feet touched the floor, Liara’s lard and food-filled stomach swung heavily before her and was accompanied by waves spreading through the rest of her fat body.

Even from her position, Nyxeris could see movements of bottomless organ, she had also a direct view at a doctor’s plentiful bottom, that shook with every step. Yet despite this delightful sight, The Observer could not quell this strange pang inside herself.

***

A week and a half later, Wednesday
The street leading to Liara’s office
9:17 a.m.

Liara had exited her skycar and was quickly walking to her office, quite the accomplishment considering her enlarged figure. She had a sizable container with an antigravity feature in her hands. Usually, Nyxeris handled the transportation of her meals, unfortunately, her newest assignment made her unviable for this task.

“Excuse me? Miss T’Soni?” said a voice behind her. Liara froze but immediately readied herself for a possible ambush. Then again if somebody intended to harm her why shout for her or do so in broad daylight? Still, if there was one thing the experience had taught her, that any unexpected situation required a careful approach.

The doctor turned around, just slow enough to not appear hostile, yet feeling jiggle of her flesh. The person calling to her was another asari, who was now walking towards her. She was shorter than Liara, with a darker complexion and white, regular face paint that ran through her forehead, crest, and down her neck. Considering her appearance Liara estimated her to be filmy in her matron stage, but not close to the matriarch. The newcomer was also rather on the pudgy side, even for asari in her stage of life, as evident by her red-white dress being noticeably stretched in various areas, mostly her belly.

However, nothing in her posture or expression appeared hostile or threatening, although she seemed a bit nervous. Finally, the older asari was next to Liara.

“Excuse me? Are you Liara T’Soni?” repeated an unexpected newcomer.

“Yes. Have we met before?” asked Liara politely, but ready for an attack.

“No, I guess… you could say your aura. I’d recognize you anywhere” replied asari and nonchalantly looked to the sides. Liara did similarly although more subtle. Everybody was busy, there were also a few small groups talking. Not unexpected considering the area led directly to the spaceport.

“I was asked to give you a message if I saw you. It’s from a friend you made on Noveria” explained older asari.

Liara froze. Oh… she had many memories from Noveria, amongst them some the worst of her life.

“I…I’m afraid you have to specify. I met quite a few people on Noveria?” replied the doctor, trying hard to compose herself.

“I believe the message itself should make it clear,” said asari and took a step closer. Her eyes went up, leaving only white when she spoke again her voice sound differently.

“Liara T’Soni. We hide. We burrow. We build. But we know you seek those who soured the sound of our mothers. When the time comes, our voice will join with yours and those who fight them. Our crescendo will the darkness clean. Thank you Liara, for you spoke to save us and now rachni will sing again” said the voice. Liara barely stopped herself from doing anything rash. She had only one saw something, similar… yet asari before her seemed to be alive.

“I’m glad you are alright. Are you in Nos Astra?” asked the doctor. She had advised Shepard to save Queen of the insect-like species. Liara still thought it was a good call, but the entire display was unsettling. Older asari blinked and her appearance returned to normal.

“The rachni queen is not here. It’s simply one of the memories I carry from her. I encountered her on an unchanged word. She saved my life. More than that she gave me purpose. They are amazing people, Liara. You were right by defending them” said older asari. Liara nodded, now much calmer. She had many questions, but… doctor ran mentally through her schedule today.

“I do not believe I caught your name?” asked the doctor. The older asari smiled briefly with a hint of embarrassment.

“Forgive me. I’m Ceathea D'veis, it’s an honor to meet you Liara” replied rachni’s ally.

“Ceathea are you available right now? I have many questions and few matters that may require your employer” said Liara with a small smile. The Older asari thought for a second and shook her head.

“I have time. What little I brought is still being looked through by customs control, but I got permission to pass. I will be happy to answer any queries you have” replied the matron.

“I’ll just leave a few things in my office. Is that alright?” asked the maiden. The older asari only nodded and she followed after Liara. When they arrived the doctor left food in her office and ordered her new secretary, Leniley Calior to hold any calls because she had to address an emergency. The ex-archaeologist had also sent inquires about her new associate.

Leniley was not a replacement to Nyxeris. While she was fairly competent, the maiden had no connections or information gathering abilities, but she had good people skills and was able to calm down even the rowdiest clients.

Both asari went to Liara’s skycar and the doctor send off a few digital decoys that hopefully would get rid of any tails. As she drove she had passed, a small collar-like device to the matron.

“What is it?” asked intrigued D'veis.

“It’s a holographic mask. It’s easy to look through it, but it’s enough for our needs. Please put in on. I apologize for it, but I cannot afford to take any chances” replied Liara with a weak smile. The older asari looked a bit concerned but did as asked. Her face was replaced by one with a different shape and markings, but the same skin tone. Leniley’s expression became even more dubious when skycar landed before a luxurious love hotel. But she managed to force herself to follow Liara without question. After a few minutes, they sat on the couch in a rented room.

Liara was grateful for comfortable seating. She was finding walking rather bothersome nowadays, despite her surprise how deeply she sank into a cushion.

“I am truly sorry, but this establishment is known for secrecy and good security measures. Also, I heard the food is excellent, would you like something?” asked Liara and passed her hotel-issued holopad. The matron relaxed a little.

“I don’t want to impose…” replied Ceathea and at that moment a growl was released from her padded stomach. She blushed slightly with embarrassment.

“It’s no problem. You are bringing by far the best news I heard in months. I would say that alone is good enough reason” said Liara with a smile. The older asari nodded still with a small purple tint on her face and she took holopad. When she was busy looking through the menu, Liara checked her omnitool for any new information.

Ceathea D'veis had been a courier for one of the middle-sized companies. A few months ago she disappeared along with her ship. Considering the area she was visiting pirates were prime suspects. Age 412 years, despite that she had no known offsprings. Stellar record as an employee, but nothing noticeable beyond that. She was not in any relationship.

That was all she got in a short time spawn, but it was a good start. Now Liara only needed to hear what her guest would tell.

D'veis returned the device to younger asari. Liara paused for a second, but said nothing about the large size of the order and paid

“Now, If you don’t mind can we start while we wait?” asked Liara.

“Of course. I’ll answer to the best of my abilities” said matron sincerely.

And so Ceathea explained how she was intercepted by pirates and stranded on an uncharted world. About her unexpected rescuers that saved her life and took care of pirates. How rachni repaired her ship and recruited D'veis to their cause.

“Did it was truly that easy to abandon your previous life?” asked Liara calmly. Ceathea shook her head.

“You are concerned that the queen is controlling me. I understand but it does not work like that. Our minds were in perfect harmony. I saw their beautiful spirit and their need. I knew what I had to do. If some part of that were suggestions, then it was an effect of their efforts to save my life. At the very last what now do is much more meaningful than anything in my life, a chance to do good. I am happy with that” explained matron and her face betrayed nothing that would indicate she wasn’t truthful. Liara still had few doubts, but she did know how it is to finally find something truly worth doing.

Besides who I am to judge anybody for abandoning their life. Didn’t I do the same

Any further questions were stopped by a doorbell. Liara carefully went to check, but it was only their meals. The doctor rolled the cart in and passed dishes to her guest. While she had ordered only a rich potion of ice-cream and a pitcher of tea for both of them, Ceathea received three full, hot, thessian dishes. Certainly, it wasn't the amount Liara was now used to consuming, but for any other asari, it was quite staggering.

Liara said nothing, but only poured the hot drink into the cups and waited for the matron to finish, while she slowly ate cold dessert. Still, she felt herself salivating and her gut urging her to join. Ceathea ate slowly, maintaining manners, but with visible appetite. However maiden had to admit that watching somebody else eat such a big meal was a bit bizarre. After a few minutes, D'veis cleaned plates, almost clean, and wiped her face. She looked a bit embarrassed.

“Please forgive my overindulgence and abuse of your hospitality. I am afraid I gained quite the appetite during my stay with rachni” excused herself matron with barely visible purple tint on her face. Liara only smiled.

“I’m in no position to criticize. But how so? I’m sorry if I’m not being tactful but you don’t look malnourished” asked younger asari. Ceathea blushed.

“It’s… quite the opposite. Between my recovery and the queen learning, that all members of our species are capable of carrying life, she had come to the conclusion I am extremely underfed. It took me some time to get used to what they had to offer, but they were kind enough to attempt making food that was appealing to me. Furthermore, it was always available in great amounts and as I learned it was quite… nutritious. Outside of official business the queen always prompted me to eat better, she seemed quite horrified when I told her my weight is normal for an asari and her children seemed to share the sentiment. Have you met an elder human matriarch? Some of them act like that. If repairs to my ship took longer or I didn’t need to leave for my quest, I’m pretty sure she would get her way and make me too heavy for any work” explained matron, adding last with a smile and rather joking voice. But it wasn't quite reaching her eyes and something in her told Liara she wasn’t exactly joking. Fortunately, Ceathea didn’t appear alarmed only embarrassed.

An overly hospitable and motherly rachni queen… and I thought I saw everything. Then again somebody that's basically a mother to the entire population of a species is prone to have such fillings. She did seem pained about her lost children pondered Liara in a mix of amusement and surprise. But she also experienced a strange twinge of (not)annoyance at the reminder of her childless state compared to the Queen.

“At least it’s another argument proving they aren’t hostile,” said maiden aloud with a kind smile. The matron smiled briefly and nodded at ease.

“If I understand the message correctly rachni war was not of their own doing, but were forced to do it. The queen did say this back on Noveria” replied Liara her face becoming solemn.

“Yes. The first Rachni Wars was a mistake. Something soured the voice of her people. In their psychology it would be like mind control, I think. It doesn’t really translate. Anyway, she believes you, commander Shepard and his team were fighting the ones who did that. And she promises to help” confirmed D'veis. Liara felt a small pang of relief. She was well aware that against those monstrous machines all help will be necessary, no matter their history.

“Hmm… the queen is right, I am preparing to act against those responsible, even though there is a more imminent matter I must deal with if I want to live. Please, can you provide me with The Queen's location or means to contact her?” asked taller asari while looking matron directly in her eyes. She only shook her head sadly.

“I’m sorry but I cannot. I simply don’t have that information any longer. That information was… locked, deep in my mind. It’s not painful, but I simply don’t remember any longer. I’ll remember once I finish my assignment. Her caution is understandable. The galaxy isn’t yet ready for the return of the rachni” replied Ceathea sincerely.

“I understand, but I’m afraid none of us has the luxury of time. What’s your mission, if you can share it, that is?” asked the doctor, she had the beginnings of a plan.

“No, it’s alright. I need to obtain large quantities of various equipment and the rarest substances. I was provided with substantial amounts of raw materials to pay for it and credits left by pirates. The Rachni are self-subtenant, but certain items are simply not available to them. I also need to secure contacts that may be helpful in the future” explained matron. Liara nodded.

“I see, so the faster you complete it the faster you will be able to return to rachni. I have a proposition for you and the queen. Would you care to hear it” said younger asari with a sincere smile. Matron slowly returned it and nodded.

***

A week later, Wednesday
Red Spirit company’s training center

The hall that used to serve multiple purposes was slowly but methodically transformed into a proper training center as other facilities were being finished. Only a few pieces of unfitting equipment were left in the corners.

In the office overseeing all of it, Zaeed Massani and Vitalina Varirius were in the middle of one of their argument about the proper conduct of their subordinates.

“… insubordination. It was a… creative approach to a problem” replied greying human. The female turian’s eyes narrowed at the mercenary sitting nonchalantly opposite to her.

“They may have archived the objective, but they ignored specific instructions. They will be no use if…” the former officer paused and the sound of an opening door. Viteltina had rarely seen her employed during previous months, so it was no surprise that it took her a few seconds to recognize the enormous figure. Masani only raised an eyebrow.

The portly asari was wearing her usual white-green dress, while it was obviously a little looser than usual, it did little to hide the volume of Liara’s adipose-filled figure. The tall maiden was holding a small, black briefcase.

“Pardon the interruption, I can wait if you have something important to discuss” replied their employer and entered. Eristena followed after her, she only nodded at them.

“It’s nothing we could do on a later date Miss T’Soni” replied Viteltina and standing straight. She didn’t like interruptions, but it really could wait. The female turian managed also to silence remarks about the doctor figure that pushed on her mandibles.

I cannot believe anybody would let themselves go like that though former officer, but quickly cut that line of thought. All things considered, the T’Soni heiress proved herself to be a surprisingly good boss. She was by no means lenient, quite opposite in fact. The young doctor always demanded absolute obedience and competence, but she provided good working conditions, most surprisingly she was reasonable. Well, a fat paycheck also helped, especially considering a more legally grey area they were operating and her employer's personal quirks.

A training against an attack of the undead? mused Viteltina about her latest orders.

“Thank you. There was a bit of development, Eristena will fill you in. Meanwhile, Zaeed could you follow me?” said Liara. The human mercenary grunted in confirmation and stood up. Both ex-archaeologist and Masani went into building depths. They ended sitting in an almost bare room, save for chairs and table. It was one of the special locations, that allowed for a private conversation.

“So what’s up doc?” asked the mercenary.

“As I understand you received a quite interesting job offer from Cerberus. Payment, besides a generous sum of credits, includes your former associate’s location” explained maiden calmly, looking directly at the merc. He contemplated maiden in silence for a few seconds.

“So you want to convince me to stay?” asked Zeed with a humorless chuckle.

“Quite opposite. I know that you will be going after the Collectors, they need to be stopped, so treat it as unpaid leave. But you will get the same sum Illusive Man promised you and a bonus if you do me a small favor” explained Liara. Zaeed started to look mildly interested. The tall asari put the briefcase on the table and clicked on a small button, revealing that it had a small touch screen on the side. There was something written there, but the mercenary didn’t recognize the language, even though it was a human one.

“This briefcase contains a message and datapad. The only person who knows how to correct open it is commander Elizabeth Shepard and the message is for her. The datapad will be updated with all the newest intel on Vito, that is your bonus. In case somebody tries to force his way inside a small device will destroy its contents. I also want to watch the commander's back, more so than simply your deal with Cerberus would indicate, help her against them if necessary. You will answer to her and only her. Are you interested Zaeed?” explained the information broker. Mercenary contemplated her in silence for a few seconds.

“Well, shit. This thing just got more interesting, as if a suicide mission against fucking cryptids wasn’t enough. You have a deal T’Soni, but I want half now” replied an elderly human. Liara smiled with her lips only and nodded.

“I’ll send you a contract and further details as well as initial payment. Also, Eristena has few announcements, you probably should re-join them” She finished asari and tried to stand up, but the chair kept her in place. It was sturdy, but a simple piece of furniture designed for fully-armored individuals, but not intended for somebody as… soft as Liara. Her flesh was protruding from under armrests, effectively keeping it attached to the doctor’s backside.

To Zaeed’s credit, his face barely twitched.

***

A week later, Thursday
Bar near Nos Astra shopping districts
16:35 a.m.

Nyxeris signed and took a bit of fried vegetable she had been nibbling on for the last minute. She was tired, last weeks felt like slave labor. The assistant was used to having a large workload, but her normal duties, arranging the medical team for that human colony made so she had barely time to sleep. Nyxeris wasn’t able even to properly measure Liara’s new diet, her gain was already slowing.

It’s natural I suppose. More and more calories are necessary to simply maintain her body. What’s worse she is looking at my hands all the time though asari.

The young doctor required constant and detailed reports about her newest “pet project”. Nyxeris could not reliably delegate somebody to do it without her noticing. But it prevented her from personally visiting her “facility”, even though some of those colonial humans had shown some interesting symptoms, the Shadow Broker's operative couldn’t show interested in them to avoid suspicion.

Finally, Nyxeris noticed approaching asari with red face paint and in an expensive-looking armor.

…and here comes headache mentally signed the assistant and poured white powder from the near saltshaker at her vegetables.

“Hello, Dimakos. How’s your babysitting duty?” asked none other than the spectre Tela Vasir and without any encouragement sat opposite to Nyxeris.

“Good so far. I think it will take just a few short months to have her complete trust” replied Nyxeris in a dull voice. The spectre smirked.

“Even with your skills, it couldn’t be hard. Have you seen her? Who did she eat? I know that purebloods are prone to stupidity, but turning into a whale is a new one” said older asari with a mocking smile. Nyxeris eyes narrowed but didn’t show her annoyance in any way.

“Somehow I doubt that you are here to share your opinion about T’Soni’s heritage and my skills” replied the assistant. Vasir quickly leaned and stole plate a nearly full plate with greasy vegetables.

“You should watch your figure, you wouldn’t want to end up looking like the good doctor” mocked spectre and took a bite. She grimaced and vigorously used saltshaker. Only when vegetables were covered in a thin layer of white dust Tela returned to the stolen dish. Nyxeris remained silent when older asari inhaled her food but kept her eyes locked on the assistant.

“Thanks for the meal. Shepard’s alive” said spectre, once she finished with vegetables and wiped her hands.

“We know it was a possibility. What changed” asked Nyxeris, getting more annoyed by the second. She was in no mood to have this entitled bitch dance around the subject.

“Shepard’s alive and back in the game. Apparently, she has been enjoying Cerberus tender care for the last two years, recovering from injuries. Who would though the hero of the Citadel working with a terrorist group? Seeing as she is likely to come here, the Broker saw it fit for me to make sure nothing comes of it. You may be able to handle the little Liara alone, but with humanity’s attack varren she may be proven too much of annoyance” explained older asari with a self-assured expression. Nyxeris clenched her teeth.

“I see. How will you go about that and what is my role Vasir?” asked the assistant, fighting to keep her voice neutral. She had a feeling that months of hard, if pleasurable, work at fattening Liara and extracting information was about to become pointless.

“If necessary our dear doctor is about to be silenced permanently. I will try to avoid engaging Shepard unless necessary, but considering her allegiances I doubt she will care too much. Still, I doubt it will come to that, you and the Broker overestimate that pureblood. As for you, keep doing… whatever you are doing, simply don’t get in the way when professionals are working. Is that understood?” said Vasir and a smirk disappeared from her face, she was looking pointedly at Nyxeris.

“I understand, I would never interfere with the Shadow Broker’s orders.” replied younger asari looking into spectre eyes. Tela smirked again and stood up.

“I knew you are smarter than you look. I’ll be going, but I’ll contact you if something arises” said the spectre and exited the establishment. Nyxeris exhaled deeply and took a sip of tea. Despite a brave facade, the asari was almost trembling. She was trained in basic combat, but she was not a field agent. If Vasir wanted to she would end up as a smear on the wall. What little she had heard of her and interacted with, she may have done as soon as she decided Nyxeris may compromise the Broker’s or her plans.

The Observer touched one of the bracelets gifted to. They seemed to fit everything and were truly lovely. Nyxeris know she had to do what is possible to prevent Liara from being killed by hypocritical spectre, if only for her efforts not to be in vain. There is not much she can do at this stage, but….

Nyxeris stood up and… took saltshaker. A small smile appeared on her face.

It's one of the newest products of Doctor Ahum’s research. It won’t do much without further doses, but I think Vasir will find it hard to fit into her armor soon enough mused the Observer. She won’t compromise The Broker’s operations, but a prank on the overconfident spectre? It's another matter altogether. It’s a good thing she had memorized Vasir’s culinary preferences.

With this single silver lining, Nyxeris quickly exited the bar. She still had much work to do.

Chapter Text

About two weeks later
The Normandy’s SR2

The door of the ship's cargo hold opened letting a single, armored woman enter the secluded room. And what woman that was.

Standing at well over 6’2”, her pitch-black armor only added to her frame. While armored suit hid most details, but it appeared much bulkier than on others, even more so than a female’s height would indicate. The tall woman was one of few soldiers that hadn’t stopped with gene mods and basic training, under armor there was an impressive layer of hard muscle. Strangely enough chest plate and bottom part seemed to fit the worst.

She had dark ginger hair, sometimes they seemed as if they were soaked in blood, that ended before of her neck. An even, thin face had a deathly pale complexion were adorned with clear green eyes and a few freckles. However, it also had a few… unusual features. When looking a woman directly in the eyes you could see flashes of ominous red. Her face was marred with thin, crack-like scars that also flashed with a foreboding color.

Without a doubt, commander Elizabeth Shepard, presented an impressive, if intimidating, figure. In contrast, her expression was quite peaceful as she scanned the room, which mercenary had chosen as his abode

“I see you're setting in just fine, Zaeed. Tell me: you’ll be able to go in an hour? We’ll be going after the Archangel” said the spectre looking at various unique items that found their way there.

“Huh…yeah. I just finished setting decorations, even managed to remove bugs that CO of yours put here” replied elderly woman, leaning against the wall.

Shepard managed to stop herself from grimacing. She really needed to talk with Miranda about it.

“Shepard. If you got time, before we go guns blazing against all of the Omega gangs, there is something about my mission we got to talk about. If you could tell that fancy AI of yours to mind her business. I'm shy like that” said the mercenary. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

“EDI, did you hear that?” asked the spectre aloud. A blue, holographic sphere appeared on the nearby console.

“Yes, Shepard. However, I must advise against this course of action. I will not be able to act in case of an emergency if I will not be able to notice it” replied the AI.

“Understood. Disable all surveillance devices that may be able to register anything in this room. Do not reactivate them unless I give a command” said the commander.

“Acknowledged” and with that, the hologram flickered off.

“So what do you want to talk about?” asked Shepard. Zaeed moved from his spot and put a black briefcase to the table.

“That asari doctor of yours paid me to get it to you. There's something for both of us inside, but apparently, only you can crack it. I’m supposed to watch your back if the Cerberus starts getting too cozy with you.” explained the elderly mercenary and clicked on the screen. Shepard’s face flickered.

“I see. Is Liara fine?” asked Elizabeth as neutrally as she could. She looked at the display and her furrowed a little. It was not what she was expecting.

Zaeed chuckled.

“I can never tell with her type. But she certainly isn’t starving. You’ll have to see for herself” replied the mercenary. That wasn’t exactly helpful,

“Fine. Now be quiet” said Shepard and started to… sing?

She finished quickly and another question appeared. The spectre thought for a second and entered answer, then said it aloud. She repeated this procedure several times, often using strange language. Although Zaeed could swear he had heard it before.

Shepard now understood why Liara said only she could open it. The questions concerned truly seemingly meaningless things she only told her asari lover and vice versa. Also, everything was written in her mother’s “native” language, which her grandmother had forced Shepard to learn.

Since colony destruction, I haven’t met anyone speaking it. Let alone writing it though Shepard with melancholy. Finally, the briefcase clicked open. Inside was a single datapad with Zaeed name on it and… an envelope addressed to Shepard. She took it and passed the device to the mercenary. While he was activating it, the spectre opened her package and started to read the letter.

The message was very short, if informative. It was enough to make Shepard’s face split into a homicidal frown for a split second, but it quickly returned to “normal”.

“Mind if I use it” asked Shepard pointing towards the nearby incinerator.

***

Over a week later
The street leading to Liara’s office
10:47 a.m.

“So we are here for an hour, we already helped with a case of corporal espionage and received a message from the queen of an officially extinct species. It already feels like old times and the day hasn’t even properly started. Only with you, Shepard” joked the scarred turian with remnants of blue facial markings. The nearby woman wearing a skin-tight, revealing jumpsuit only shook her head with disapproval.

“Garrus, if it wasn’t for me, you would die an antagonizing death by paperwork at C-SEC. I try to keep things interesting” replied bemused Shepard, smiling at her friend and trying to push down the bundle of nerves inside.

“So… you keep staling or we go inside?” asked the legendary Archangel, Garrus Valarian, and pointed forwards nearby stairway. It had a small, elegant sign nearby, part of it composed of words “Dr T’Soni”.

“He has a point” added Miranda Lawson, the Cerberus operative with mild annoyance. While she had many reservations about Shepard’s conduct this was by far the most ridiculous case yet.

“Ahem… yes, let’s go” replied the spectre. With titanic effort, Elizabeth entered into the dreaded stairway and her companion followed. 

Finally, they reached a single asari before the entrance to Liara’s office.

“Hello, commander Shepard. Liara will be happy to see you” welcomed a rather pudgy asari.

“You are Liara’s assistant, I take it” asked Shepard, falling into her usual speech pattern without any signs of previous nervousness. Admittedly, she felt a little bit surprised, considering the majority of asari’s obsession with their looks, it was rare to see one with a few pounds out of place.

More than a few pounds, in this case, observed Shepard as she took a quick glance at her conversationalist’s pouch and outline of the generous bottom. Even from her position, the commander could see that asari’s behind was testing the very limits of her dress.

“Yes. Liara relies on me to gather the necessary intelligence and oversee the most crucial projects. I don’t have her network of contracts, but I supplement her with supplemental data and council on a certain topic. It’s really an honour to work with her” replied asari with a smile. Shepard was about to ask another question when she heard a quiet, but meaningful cough from Garrus.

“…Is she available, by any chance?” asked the spectre. The asari nodded.

“She told me to let you in as soon as you arrive” replied the assistant and pointed at the door. Shepard took a deep breath, turned around and opened the door.

“… faced an asari commando unit before. Few humans have” said a familiar voice, but in a tone that was completely alien to both commander and former vigilante.

The voice notwithstanding, Elizabeth remembered Liara with a thin figure and a fresh layer of athletic muscle the commander had helped to nurture. The back, clad in a white-green dress, she was seeing belonged to the fattest asari Shepard had ever seen. She was almost twice as wide as human herself, with wide hips and equally big shelf made from her butt.

Shepard paused for a split second but continued forward.

“I’ll make it simple. Either you pay me or I’ll flay you alive. With my mind” finished asari sharply and closed the line. She turned her head a little and her eyes widened at Shepard’s reflection in the window.

“Shepard” exclaimed the maiden in bewilderment and turned around, through dress the commander could see rippling waves of flesh caused by sudden movement.

“Nyxeris hold my calls” ordered asari to her assistant. At last Shepard had was able to see the front of her host.

It was Liara. Wonderful, intelligent, beautiful, and most importantly, living Liara. There was no doubt it was her, but there was no denying that she had changed. She had a large, bulging bag of flesh sprouting from her stomach, supported by previously observed fat, childbearing hips. The doctor’s breast gained several cup-sized, yet still looked shapely. The unexpected transformation included arms, limbs enveloped in a meaty shell that had widened significantly, especially forearms with a noticeable layer of adipose hanging from them. Her cheeks were fuller, no signs of cheekbones visible, even her neck was wider and much shorter.

As the wide asari walked towards her the commander could see smell ripples of blubbery tissue through thin dress.

So it’s that “new appearance” part Shepard thought reminding herself a fraction of the worrying message.

Shepard had many questions, Liara’s appearance amongst them, but she brushed them aside. She felt her hand’s in asari’s, bringing her closer to the doctor. In the back of her mind, Shepard realized she was sinking into Liara’s soft belly and large breasts, but she was too preoccupied with the doctor’s approaching lips.

Mmmm… ever her lips feel softer though briefly Shepard with delight when they kissed.

However, just after a second, Liara broke their embrace and shook her head. The commander felt something break in her chest as asari walked behind her desk, but managed to her shift her face into her neutral, “business” expression.

“My sources said you were seen alive, but I never believed them. It’s very good to see you” said Liara, she shifted her gaze to other guests.

“Operative Lawson. And you Garrus, I suppose it’s good to see you, as well. I see you are going for a new look” welcomed the doctor with a small smile.

“I can almost feel the love. Some ladies love scars, I told Shepard as much” replied turian with a chuckle.

“I see” replied Liara and sat down into a clearly custom chair, that accommodated her bulk. Commander mirrored her.

“So you have contacts now?” asked Shepard as casually as she could. Liara nodded and explained her current position.

“And now you are back, gunning for the Collectors with the Cerberus” finished asari

“If you know this then you know I could use your help” said Shepard with absolutely no ulterior whatsoever.

“I can’t Shepard. I’m sorry. I have commitments here, things I need to do take care of. Besides, I doubt I would be any help in the field after over a year of office work” replied Liara firmly.

“What kind of things do you need to take care of. Are you in trouble?” asked Elizabeth with concern. Liara denied, but clearly, she wasn’t entirely truthful, her reply had only added to Shepard worries.

“If you want to help, I could use somebody with hacking expertise. Somebody I can trust” continued the doctor and explained her request concerning terminals. Shepard was silent for a second.

“If it’ll help you, I’ll take care of it” agreed commander. Liara nodded and explained the details. Afterwards, Shepard stood up

“I’ll talk to you later Liara” said commander and exited the office with her companions.

“We’ll meet with your contact, Miranda. While you deal with him, I and Garrus will go check the situation, deal with Liara’s request. If we finish first we’ll meet you at the bar, if not contact us we will relay our location. Is that alright?” commanded spectre calmly.

“Understood” replied operative. The turian slowly nodded.

“Sure, but Shepard…”

“I’m fine Garrus, thanks” replied Elizabeth calmly and continued with their walk. When they were farther in a remote hallway, she quickly read a message from the slip of paper Liara had put in her hand when they kissed.

Shepard face furrowed for a second. Like the previous one, it was short but informative. Most importantly it was the final nail in the coffin to her suspicions.

Elizabeth put the message in her mouth and swallowed. Better safe than sorry.

***

Several minutes later
Bar Eternity near trade district, Nos Astra

Aethyta was looking at the retarded human exiting her bar. How he wasn’t already lying dead in the ditch, let alone how he survived to adulthood was a mystery for the matriarch. Then she noticed group lead by her “saviour” going back to her

Well shit… I must admit kid does have a nice taste admired the old asari looking at the, easily, tallest human woman she had ever seen, her experienced eye appreciating the commander generous figure even through armour. The scarred turian hunk next to her wasn’t too bad, either. The second woman in jumpsuit…

Now that some fine rack right there, almost as good as Nenzzy’s. And that suit, shame she is Cerberus

Still, the majority of matriarch attention was at the commander. The spectre and hero of the Citadel, who was officially dead for nearly two years. More importantly, she was somebody that likely fucked her Little Wing and left her alone to spiral into a life of conspiracy and backstabbing.

Nobody messes with my kid like that, shit from what I managed to gather Liara though she had been dead too. Now let’s see if I need to grind her into a soup now or wait though Aethyta and summoned smile on her face.

“Thanks for taking care of that crazy guy. Saves me from having to beat him to death with his own spine. That makes other customers nervous. Anyway, this is Eternity and I am Aethyta, asari matriarch and bartender. Can I get you anything?” said the matriarch to the group. Shepard had a small smile on her face, but it didn’t take 1000 years worth of experience to realize it was all, but glued on. Surprisingly, the commander had yet to look on the asari's chest, choosing to look at her face.

Shame on you, Shepard. I have amazing tits.

“You wouldn't happen to have a genuine human vodka, an eezo-free, kendran espresso and a turian, green tea?” asked the tall woman in an unexpectedly pleasant voice. That order surprised matriarch a bit, kendran coffee was beverage few non-asari chose to drink outside drunk dares.

“You are lucky, but I may need a while to find that mud water” replied matriarch and started looking for a correct brand, but listening closely to the conversation next to her.

“Shepard…” started a new, human voice.

“I want a one shot, Miranda not an entire bottle. Hell, just one bottle wouldn’t make me drunk before and now it’s even less likely, you said so yourself. Considering how this day is going, I just may need it” interrupted commander in a noticeably less pleasant voice. Then she exhaled heavily.

“Listen, I and Garrus will finish drinks and get back to work, you go looking for your friend” finished the ginger calmer. By the sound of steps few seconds, that Miranda did just that.

After a minute, drinks found their way before matriarch’s customers, although turian’s face expressed a deep aberration, looking at human’s hot drink.

“I still don’t believe it, how Liara managed to get you hooked on this?” commented Vakarian looking on a black liquid in commander’s cup.

“It’s good, besides it’s not like you have ever drunk it, Mister levo-based. Drink your hot leaf juice” replied Shepard with a smile and went for alcohol-filled glass first and Garrus only shook his head with resignation. The spectre drank beverage in one swing, without flinching.

Not bad kid commented Aethyta. However the human herself didn’t look pleased considering frown on her face, but it seemed like alcohol itself wasn’t to blame. She quickly tasted coffee, but after the first few sips, her face darkened even more.

“Something wrong darling?” asked the matriarch as she cleaned the counter. Shepard attention snapped to asari, her frown faced off her face.

“Nothing, It tastes just bit differently than I remember, a different brand I suppose. No offensive, but I thought matriarch served as honoured advisors” Shepard changed topic. Aethyta smiled a little, an opportunity to bitch about asari government and fish for information?

The matriarch began to tell her tale and Shepard asked a few more question. The ginger seemed to actually listen and consider Aethyta’s words, or well she could be masterfully pretending. But Elizabeth still managed to score a few points in the matriarch’s mind, even if she didn't learn anything "useful".

Finally both, human and turian finished. They paid and said goodbyes to asari, only checking their Cerberus friend before leaving. Aethyta kept observing them until doors closed and sighed. 

I really need to get to the bottom of this shit-filled barrel. My youngest and most placid daughter become feared info broker with her own goddessdamned military. Now her presumably dead lover come back to life, working for the human terrorist group. I need to come up with something or some self-entitled matriarch back on Thessia, will order a hit on kid’s head. And what in the void made Liara blow up like that thought Aethyta with frustration. She knew that both, she and Benezia, had a tendency to pile on pounds, but nothing like that and they were much older than Liara.

And we made it look great, even if Nezzy got worked up about it reminisced matriarch fondly and touched her bottom, that had been swelling during last months behind the bar.

I’m a matriarch, nothing unusual, but Liara? I mean, she doesn’t look bad, even if no asari would admit it. Still, she did surpass Nezzy in various areas pondered Aethyta with a small smirk, that quickly disappeared. Her millennium years of experience was telling her that it could end ugly.

***

Next day

“Aren’t we heading a bit early?” asked Miranda when a group, identical to yesterday’s one, exited Nos Astra’s spaceport.

“For your family reunion with your friend, yes. But I want to clear something with Liara” explained spectre with a stony expression. Cerberus operative frowned a little but nodded.

“Of course Shepard” responded Miranda forcing herself to withhold any comments. They entered the office. The maiden was working on console with a small bowl of cream-filled waffles nearby.

“Shepard, it’s good to see you again” welcomed asari with a smile and pushed container towards the armored human. “I believe those are your favourite”

Elizabeth glanced at treats with the faintest squint of her eyes and reached for it. Her eyes, given opportunity grazed over Liara large assets, that were straining dress to its limits.

“Thanks” replied the spectre and bit into a waffle, managing to hold the unchanged expression.

“Thank you me for getting system data, I sent a small compensation on your account. It’s not much, but hopefully, it will help you on your mission” said asari pleasantly.

“Always happy to help” replied ginger and pushed container back to asari, even as she heard a turian sounding snort from behind. Liara nodded.

“Do you remember the Shadow Broker? With your help, I may be able to find information cashes from his agents” explained maiden. Shepard looked on her, smile disappearing.

“Are you on the run from the Shadow Broker? I can help you” asked spectre with worry, but portly asari shook her head and began to explain her situation. As Liara was talking with new, for Shepard, titanium in her voice Elizabeth was experiencing a mixed emotion. On one her she was worried about the obese asari, on the other hand…

No. It’s not the time to get hot and bothered about Liara newfound homicidal tendencies chastised herself Shepard.

“So you managed to get anything from those terminals?” asked the armored woman. 

“The data you gave me was extremely helpful. It gave me a target. The Shadow Broker has several contacts here, on Illium. The most powerful somebody called The Observer. Taking down the Observer will put me close to the Shadow Broker. I could use your help” explained Liara and looked at Shepard.

“Tell me what I can do to help” replied the tall human honestly and the fat asari complied. 

“Nyxeris’s managed to narrow The Observer to one of five operatives: a turian, a salarian, a krogan, a batarian and a vorcha. If you can refine the list, I’ll know where to strike” finished the doctor. Shepard pondered for a few seconds.

“I’ll reconstruct the data and tell you what I’ll find. But we are bit pressed on time so I’ll come tomorrow to see what we gathered. Meanwhile, can you keep looking for new information’s about our drell assassin?” said human. Liara nodded.

“Of course, it’s the least I can do. Thank you, Shepard. When you find something, call me on the radio channel we used in the old days. I can’t risk doing it in person”

The spectre stood up.

“See you soon Liara. Speaking of… you got yourself a new assistant?” asked Shepard, bit playfully. The doctor smiled faintly.

“Nothing of sorts. Nyxeris is currently busy with an assignment that requires her personal oversight. Miss Calior is merely a secretary, filling for her” explained maiden. Elizabeth nodded an exited with the rest of her squad.

After a few seconds, the asari noticed a piece of paper in the treat-filled bowl, and it wasn’t the one she had put there. She discretely snatched it and read. Liara recognized Shepard’s handwriting, but its content made her painfully bit her lip and almost lose her composure, apparently Cerberus had data about the Shadow Broker. The doctor managed to quell her emotions and hid the paper.

After a few more minutes of work her communicator buzzed.

Shepard she though and clicked the device.

“Shepard. Did you get any information on the Observer?”

“Yes, but some of the logs were too damaged to read anything. Based on this I would likely suspect turian, he is the lest mentioned and never in the same context as the Observer” answered the communicator. Liara face twitched, and it was the only indicator of thought’s running through her head.

“Thank you, Shepard. I’ll take it under advisement and see what I’ll get. Do come by tomorrow I’ll try to gather new intel on Mrs Krios” said asari.

“Sure” was the last thing heard from the device before the channel was closed. Liara leaned and put her arms on the desk with a weary sigh. She ignored her soft belly wedging into it. The former archaeologist had a felling her chase after the Shadow Broker was soon going to end one way or another.

*** 

Liara’s office
Two days later, 05:40 p.m.

Nyxeris was carefully going through her newest report’s, both her official and unofficial. She got to the office roughly ten minutes ago and freed Liara’s secretary. Apparently, the doctor had felt ill and decided to retire to home much earlier. It was extremely opportune time to catch up to recent events in peace.

Leniley, such sweet little thing and seems to be sporting a crush on Liara. Hmm… perhaps I should slip about the fact the doctor’s lover of chocolate or make her put on a few hundred pounds. Make the environment more friendly for Liara or both thought happily the Observer.

Her good mood was mostly caused by the relief she felt. Last days were excruciatingly nerve-wracking, but now Shepard was going to leave. The spectre had proven herself less bright than she initially feared, Nyxeris had read old and newest reports about commander’s abilities and had no illusion what would have happened if she let something slip and Shepard learned of it.

Nyxeris shuddered at the memory of few reports that included visual aid showing fools who were at the receiving end of the Bucher’s wrath. She was about to start looking at records from bugs, she had put in the office when her omnitool flashed.

She had a call. A call on a special, heavily encrypted channel from Illium.

Vasir she thought as she recognized the caller and clicked on the device.

“Tell me Nyxeris, weren’t you supposed to watch that fat pureblood of yours? If so do you mind telling me HOW IN THE VOID, THIS LITTLE BITCH LEARNED LOCATION OF ONE OF THE BROKERS BASES?” shouted the voice in fury. Nyxeris voice stuck in her throat and body covered in a cold sweat. How this could have happened?

“I was occupied elsewhere. I have other assignments on Illium besides her” finally replied Nyxeris through her teeth. The asari on the other side of the line snorted.

“Excuses. No matter I’ll clean this mess, you better find a place to lay low and something to convince the Broker that he still has a use for you. But I’ll doubt you manage” said Vasir. The realization dawned on Nyxeris.

“Has Broker approved of termination?” asked steadily the Observer, suddenly very aware of her heartbeat.

“Unlike you Dimakos, I don’t need to have my hand held. Now I’m going to see Ms T’Soni, don’t get in my way” and with that channel closed.

Nyxeris was sitting still for a second and too took a deep breath. She could salvage it. The asari typed a few comments and reviewed today’s footage. As she watched, Nyxeris unwrapped and crammed several brownies into her mouth. The Observer needed them more than Liara.

Finally, she clicked pause and clenched her teeth in fury.

Shepard… of course it had to be Shepard.

Nyxeris took hold of herself, took another big bite out of sugary treat and watched the entire encounter where the commander handed Liara priceless intel, growing angrier with every second. Witch chocolate-stained fingers, Nyxeris wrote and send a report to the Shadow Broker, then she made a message using code Liara had prepared.

According to it one of Nyxeri’s contact warned her about an attempt on Liara’s life. It was a channel, Nyxeris had made sure was secret even to the Broker, just in case. If the Broker will disapprove of Vasir’s actions and Liara survives, it will further cement her trust in Nyxeris. If the Broker will want T’Soni killed… well not the best scenario, but she had informed the Broker. For now, Nyxeris had all bases covered, she was going to sit this one out and see what happens.

The Observed made a copy of the most precious data and deleted the rest. She hastily finished delicious brownies and made her way to one of her safe houses, while her expanded buttocks shook furiously.

She hadn’t accounted for a unit of a commando in black and red leathers waiting for her.

*** 

Hour later
Liara’s apartment

Sheppard almost gritted her teeth as she pulled a small device from a hidden compartment. Instead of Liara, she, Garrus, and Zaeed had found the apartment filled with cops and a spectre. Apparently, somebody tried to assassinate the ex-archaeologist. The spectre, Tesla Vasir had dismissed police and proposed a joint investigation.

The turian-human duo had begun searching the apartment, listening to Vasir’s occasional comments, while Zaeed had stood on guard. Their actions resulted in form of a small device hidden under a prothean artifact.

“Back-up disc. Let’s try it on her terminal” said the asari. Shepard inserted the device and a video appeared on the screen.

Fuck though Shepard and stepped closer to the second spectre,

“This must be important. The Shadow Broker’s people already tried to kill her once” said the ginger human aloud.

“I know where the Dracon Trade Centre is. My car’s outside” replied asari. Shepard laughed weakly.

“That’s the spirit” said the first human spectre and jovially slapped Vasir on the back. The asari’s eyes widened in surprise and her face darkened for a moment. But human spectre was already walking towards the exit.

“C’mon Zaeed we are going” proclaimed loudly the tall woman.

***

Later
the Dracon Trade Centre

Vasir car touched down, she, Sheppard, and her squad exited the vehicle and started to walk towards the building.

“The Baria Frontier offices are located on the third floor” explained Vasir “I don’t hear the police chatter, we must have missed the party”

Suddenly an explosion shook the ground, it was their destination.

“Cholera, Liara’s in there!” shouted the commander at the sight of debris. Another detonation occurred, causing shockwave strong enough to push them to the ground. When they stood up they were surrounded by debris, wounded, and human remains.

“They just took out three floors to make sure she is dead! I’ll grab the skycar and seal the building from the top!” shouted Vasir and ran towards the vehicle.

“We’ll start down here and make our way up” replied Shepard and gestured to Garrus and Zaeed.

“Just leave something for me” asses the asari as she closed the hatch. The skycar made its way up.

“Let’s go” commanded Shepard and the team entered the still-burning building. They were steadily making their way through hallways, various evidence and murmurs of wounded civilians painted a picture of what had occurred. Every now and they shared new discoveries with asari spectre.

They just managed to confirm Liara’s whereabouts, when a flash blinded the commander.

“Skurwysyn” cursed the ginger-haired woman, when she jumped behind cover. Her companion followed her example.

“Vasir! We are pinned down! Mercs – and they are well-armed!” shouted human into a communicator.

“Say hello to the Shadow Broker’s private army, commander!” replied Vasir voice far too cheerfully for Elizabeth’s taste. Truthfully the mercenaries were well trained and in possession of good equipment, so it was taking a bit longer to cut a way through them. Occasional fires weren’t helping either.

Finally one of the doors opened, reviling falling Broker’s solider, Vasir with a raised pistol and… a body of Sekat, a salarian from the video.

“Damn it. If I’d been a few seconds faster, I could‘ve stopped him” said the asari spectre and holstered her weapon. Shepard squatted by salarian body, her attention singly on him.

“Is this Sekat?” asked the commander nonchalantly.

“Must have been”

“Hmm… No sight of that data Liara talked about. Looks like a dead end” continued the human spectre and turned to the asari.

“Speaking of which, did you found your friend’s body?” asked Vasir looking outside. But before Shepard could respond a familiar voice was heard from the hole in the wall.

“You mean this body” replied Liara, while pointing her gun directly at Vasir. Shepard only sighed, dropping her neutral expression, changing it into a sharp, predatory look as she stood next to Liara.

“I was afraid it was going to end like this. Would you fill us in Liara” asked Shepard with her full attention on the other spectre.

“This is the one who tried to kill me” was the short answer as obese maiden moved toward Vasir with a raised weapon.

“You’ve had a rough day, so I’ll let it slide. Why don’t you put that gun down?” asked the asari spectre, walking backward to the window.

“I saw you. I doubled back after I left. I watched you break into my apartment” continued Liara and Shepard simply raised her own pistol at the older asari, Zaeed and Garrus mirrored her.

“So you didn’t know where Liara went and her, you needed me to find her.” added Shepard coldly while measuring her target.

“Thanks for the help” mocked the asari spectre.

“Once she had my location, she signed the Shadow Broker’s forces. They bombed the building to take me out. She found Sakat, took his data and killed him. I’m guessing she’s still got a disk on her” explained Liara coldly.

“Good guess,” said Vasir and pulled out the device. ”Not that you’ll…”

Shepard didn’t fall for it the moment the enemy asari pulled her hand behind she shot. Unfortunately, Vasir had good shields and even better reflexes. She clenched her teeth in fury, used her biotics to boost her shield before they broke, and crushed the window behind her, sending a wave of shrapnel at Shepard and her allies.

Glass shards were deadly to the flesh without armor and didn’t have nearly enough velocity to activate barriers. Liara simply raised her hand and seemingly effortlessly summoned a protective bubble of blue energy. However, this barrier worked two-ways. Shepard looked at the enemy spectre who turned around ready to bolt.

Cholera, I cannot risk frying this data though the commander and sprinted after the asari. She caught her from behind. Two of them crashed through the window’s remains and were falling down. Vasir used biotic to slow them down and, at some point, managed to throw the tall woman off herself.

Fall temporally stunned the commander, Vasir landed herself and turned around to finish Shepard off, but from above the Liara was already falling surrounded in a blue aura. The asari spectre decided to flee. The doctor hit the ground, ripples of her abundant flesh visible even through the armoured coat. With her ample body still covered in biotic field, Liara ran after the spectre with speed and grace unbelievable for her somebody with her figure.

As Shepard lifted her head she saw flashes of blue and multiple Broker’s soldiers being tossed around like weightless ragdolls. Vasir’s reinforcements proved themselves to be only a minor inconvenience to the enraged maiden biotic might.

What a woman ran through the Commander's head at this display. She stood up just in time for Zaeed and Garrus to arrive next to her. Before they could reach two asari, even more, enemy reinforcements arrived through other entrances.

Shepard gritted her teeth in cold fury. She didn’t have time for this.

Despite their numbers and quality the mercenaries in the Shadow Broker’s employ were swiftly and mercilessly slaughtered as the squad of the fiery-haired woman made their way towards their goal. At last, they made their way outside, only to see armoured asari leap into her skycar.

“Dammit” shouted Liara in frustration. Shepard pointed at the nearby vehicle with opened top.

“In the car. Garrus with me, Zaeed get to the Normandy. They must be ready for take-off pronto” shouted Shepard. The mercenary only grunted in reply and the multi-species trio ran to the skycar.

“I have a fix on her location, but its short range. Garrus you must…” instructed asari as the hatch closed, only to be interrupted by the turian’s voice. The voice that had come from backseat not, next to her as it should.

“Liara?”

Liara’s eyes widened when she realized what horror, hers and Vakarian’s carelessness had unleashed.

By the Goddess thought the doctor and fastened seatbelt without delay. She looked at the driver’s seat and immediately regretted her decision.

In the murky light of the car’s console, Shepard’s face was terrifying. Her scars and ecstasy-filled eyes glowed with a hellish red stronger than ever. The ghostly-pale face was split with a wound-like, maniacal grin that revealed all of the spectre’s teeth, much sharper and numerous than any humans should be.

At this moment accretion pinned the doctor’s bulk into the seat and the car sprung after its prey. The young asari felt all of her soft flesh press her to the seat. After a few seconds of the demonic ride, Liara managed to retain part of her composure, her eyes tracking Vasir’s position.

“Hang to right! No wait left!” shouted asari.
“I’m on her” replied the commander far too cheerfully.

Few more wild turns, every making Liara’s heart move to her throat and flab shake violently before view froze her blood.

“We are not going into a construction site, are…”
“HANG ON” laughed crazed spectre and accelerated even more.
“…OH GODDESS”

“TRAFICC, oncoming traffic!”
“We’ll be finnneee’’

“She got reinforcements!”
“What kinds of guns does this thing have?”
“It’s taxi! It has a fare meter!”
“WHAT KIND OF CAR DOESN’T HAVE WEAPONS!?”

“Truck.”
“I know”
“Truck!”
“Haha…WITNESS ME!”
“Yaaaah!”

“There we go!”
“Y…You’re enjoying this!”

“Truck!”
“Again?”

Finally, they caught up to the spectre. They collided a few times with her with no effect, but after a few tries, Shepard made Vasir collide with another vehicle. The asari had no choice but to crash land on a nearby building. They followed her, but lack of space forced them to land on lover level.

When the car hit the ground Liara managed to exit it carefully. Her legs felt like they were made from jelly and shook accordingly, considering the generous layer of adipose on them, it wasn’t too far off to reality. Still, young asari was faring better than the famous Archangel, who rolled out from the vehicle and landed on her knees.

“Oh spirits of the ground do not forsake me ever again” chanted turian in a shaky voice.

“Mięczak” commented Shepard, completely unaffected by the near-suicidal ride. 

Liara didn’t grace her with any response, her and Garrus plight, but she decided that the approaching vehicle filled with Broker’s agents demanded more immediate attention.

“Watch out. They’re dropping reinforcements in to slow us down. They’ve blocked the door” informed Liara. At the sight of danger, the commander's face becomes focused and their turian companion stood up immediately as if his traumatic experience had never happend.

The first wave of mercenaries quickly became a victim of Shepard’s team's deadly skills. However more platforms with enemies were approaching.

Suddenly one of the vehicles was hit by a rocket. Shepard looked at the source and noticed two dropships of unknown origin pained in black and dark red.

“Any idea who it is?” asked Garrus through gunfire.

“It’s my security force” shouted Liara back.

Shepard looked at the people jumping to their aid. A mix of humans, asari, salarians, and turians well clearly well-equipped and trained in using their tools.

A security force huh? though the commander with a bit of sarcasm

One of the asari commandos ran up to them, dodging enemy fire.

“Ma’am, we secured Nyxeris and Eristena is on her way. What’re our orders?” asked asari.

“Help us make way to the door. Three of us are going after the target. You’ll deal with reaming enemies” ordered the doctor. The commando nodded in acknowledgment.

With help, Shepard’s squad quickly cleared the way to the entrance and went inside the building. They left Liara’s forces without hesitation, it was clear that they had an advantage.

“Hired muscle, huh?” asked Garrus jokingly as they made their way up. Liara had the decency to look a bit embarrassed.

“Admittedly I may have downplayed it a bit. I will explain once we secure the data” explained the ex-archaeologist calmly.

Shepard slowed a bit and raised an eyebrow as she noticed a rather unique video on the holowall in the demolished apartment.

“What kind of hotel is that?” asked the spectre. Liara followed her line of slight and a blush appeared on her face, already covered in a shiny layer of sweat.

“Azure.*huff*… It’s a luxury resort with an… exotic edge. “Azure” is slang for a part of asari body in some areas of Illium.” informed the doctor calmly, a little out of breath, but carefully avoiding Shepard’s gaze and the holowall.

“Where” dig the commander.

“Mainly the lower reaches, near the bottom” explained Liara.

“I meant, ”Where on the asari body” clarified Elizabeth with a saucy smile.

“So did I” admitted Liara.

“Look. Our runaway spectre’s car” interrupted Garrus with all the subtlety of a krogan.

Indeed just outside was a wrecked skycar. Its owner was nowhere to be seen, but…

“A blood trail. Vasir got hurt in the crash” noticed the young asari. Shepard nodded.

“That should slow her down” and with that, they went after droplets of blue blood.

“She lost a lot of blood. We must be getting close” Liara commented at the large splashes they were passing by. 

“She’s tough. I’ll give her that much” admitted Shepard truthfully.

“She’s a Spectre” said Liara as If this explained everything.

Maybe it does pondered the commander, considering her circumstances.

They crossed the door leading to a large open floor full of dining civilians and a bleeding Vasir.

“Vasir. It’s over” said Liara as they approached wounded asari with raised weapons. The spectre stopped and turned around.

“Hey! Hey you.” shouted wounded asari and used biotics to close distance with nearby human female, putting her between herself and Sheprad’s team. “Come here. What’s your name?”

“M-Mariana” replied the captive with fear as the remaining guest run away. Shepard kept walking.

“Mariana you want to live, don’t you? Tell those people you want to live.” mocked the Broker’s operative.

“Vasir you don’t need to do this” said Shepard in a peaceful, almost friendly tone standing with her gun ready.

“All you had to do was walk away. Now it gets ugly” replied Vasir and pointed her gun to woman’s head.

“Please, I have a son” begged the hostage.

“A son? I hope he gets to see you again. I’ve heard losing a parent is just horrific for children. Scars them for life” mocked the asari spectre. Tears ran down the woman’s face and Shepard could her Liara’s hand clenching the pistol.

“I’m going to end you Vasir” promised the doctor with fury. Shepard looked at her.

“It’s okay, Liara. We’ll handle it. The usually way” assured the commander, still with this peaceful voice.

“You want Mariana’s little boy to grow up without a mommy, Shepard? Thermal clips on the ground, now. Power cells too” demanded the Shadow Broker’s agent. Shepard simply looked at her with a neutral expression, growing eyes seemingly looking through wounded asari.

“Is that it?” asked Shepard, her monotone voice free of earlier friendliness. In fact, it was hollow of any emotion, at best it was a voice of somebody taking to a child lacking proper mental facilities.

“What?” replied the asari bewildered.

“Vasir, I am a Bucher of Torfan. I sacrificed Destiny Ascension with ten thousand people aboard, including councilors. I unleashed rachni on the Galaxy. So for your sake, I hope your escape plan doesn’t hinge on me hesitating to shoot a single hostage.” informed the commander as if lecturing a particularly tiring student. She didn’t brag, she simply informed.

“You are bluffing” accused Vasir with a hint of fear creeping in her voice. She pointed her weapon back at Shepard.

“Now Liara” said the commander. Immediately the spectre was hit from behind with a table, launching her into a fountain and freeing the hostage. The woman quickly stood up and started to quickly if clumsily run away.

“Aaaaah” meanwhile Vasir exploded from water surrounded in a biotic light and charged towards cover.

Despite her wounds, the asari spectre was a skilled combatant with centuries of experience to back her up. Nonetheless, it was clear she was caught off guard by her enemy skill and ferocity. Mostly by Liara’s enormous biotic strength.

She really stepped up her game though Shepard as she witnessed the fury of biotic attacks originating from the doctor. Some of them were familiar, some not. But their sheer power put to shame anything the commander remembered from her previous fights along young asari.

With Vasir attention firmly on Liara and occasionally Garrus, Shepard took position behind the cover and waited. Finally, the enemy spectre zipped to a nearby location.

Now though Shepard and with ran towards Vasi with inhuman speed. 

Another thing the asari spectre failed to foresee was the unpredictable, borderline insane, nature of tactics her human counterpart employed.

Shepard grabbed her just under her breast lifted and squeezed. Interestingly enough, even as high-quality armor Vasir had was designed mostly to protect against vacuum and gunfire. An external pressure created by some freakishly strong human was another matter altogether as if that armour wasn't getting tight lately at it is. To add to the injury, Vasir measured to Shepard’s collarbone, at best.

So the Broker’s agent found herself deprived of oxygen with feet kicking in the air. However, Shepard wasn’t done yet. The ginger-haired human's head went back and suddenly delivered a powerful head-butt to the enemy. A stream of blue blood poured from the asari face.

Vasir was tough, even this amount of punishment wasn’t enough to take her down, as evident by a growing biotic aura around her. But it wasn’t the commander's objective.

Got it Shepard ripped away pouch containing data about Shadow Broker. At the last second, she threw her enemy away and jumped behind the cover.

“Cover me!” shouted the spectre and instead of going for a weapon, she activated her omnitool.

“You bitc…” tried to wheeze out wounded asari but was launched into the air by a mighty biotic throw, courtesy of Liara. She managed to land safely using her own eezo-based abilities, but it was too late.

At this moment Vasir body became engulfed in multiple electrical arches. After a few seconds, they died out and the enemy spectre slumped to the ground.

Garrus and Liara went to her, weapons raised, nothing happened. The doctor put away the weapon and did a quick medical scan with her omnitool.

“She is alive, if barely.” Informed young asari.

“So that was the thing you put on her back on the apartment Shepard. Nice” commented Vakarian to the approaching commander.

“Thanks. Liara I got the data” said Elizbeth and handed the disc to asari. She also noticed her heavy breathing and small droplets of sweat on her pudgy face.

Suddenly another red and black dropship arrived. With a heavy hit, a very thick asari jumped down from it.

“Eristena” Liara greeted the newly arrived commando, trying to look composed. She pointed to the fallen asari 

“Your assistant was secured, she is sedated and under lock. Our people downstairs dealt with mercenaries” reported muscular asari. 

”Good. Have Vasir stabilized and put in biotic-dampeners. I want her alive, but it’s paramount she doesn’t escape. Terminate her if it becomes necessary. Now excuse me” ordered Liara and went to the ruined apartments, while Eristena called on a medic that just exited dropship.

Shepard watched after Liara as she entered the building and sighed heavily, very heavily. The commander approached the armored commando.

“Can you handle it from here?” asked the spectre, looking pointedly at the door behind which Liara diapered. Eristena glanced in that direction and looked back to Shepard. She nodded.

When Elizabeth entered the apartment Liara was just finishing the Broker’s massage to Vasir.

“Vasir’s secured” informed Shepard. The asari shut down the omnitool.

“I’m putting the data through to the Normandy’s computers. We can be at the Shadow broker’s base in a few hours” said Liara and started walking “He’ll know about Vasir before long. If he decides to kill Ferron…”

“We’ll get Feron out of there alive, Liara. I promise” said Shepard softly. The asari stopped and turned to her

“I know. You’re here to help. Just like always”

“That’s not a bad thing?” asked Shepard, feeling conflicted.

“When we first met on Therum, you saved me from geth. You fought a krogan battlemaster while I covered. Now you are doing it again. And I’m still leaning on you for help” explained the asari.

“That’s what friends do, Liara. Isn’t it?” replied the commander. Liara only turned away and continued with her march. 

“I can get us there based on Sekat’s data. Normandy’s stealth drive will keep them from detecting us. The Shadow Broker’s agents are still shooting their way through Illium. With luck, they won’t notice we left until it's too late” continued doctor.

“Liara, I’m probably the last person who should be telling you this, but that’s cold. They killed innocent people” interrupted spectre. Liara stopped suddenly and turned back to her.

“You know what I mean”

“Yes, yes I do” replied Shepard and stepped closer, her armor almost touching the doctor’s belly “When I hit the ground back at the trade canter you went after Vasir without a backward look. That was logical, calculated… that’s not something Liara T’Soni does, it’s something I would have done”

Liara’s face twitched and she went to near railing.

“Perhaps, but I had to. I had to stay on Vasir. I had to stay rational, to make a call. Like I did with Sakat” explained Liara leaning on the metal railing. Shepard joined her.

“Then you also know it was Vasir’s fault, not yours?” asked the commander.

 “Sakat had no idea what the stakes were. I put him in the harm’s way to get the data I needed. I got him killed. And I’d do it again” answered the asari and started going to the exit.

“But from here on out, things will be simple. Get in, get Feron, get out” talked the doctor. “And kill anyone who tries to stop us”

“That’s it?” asked Shepard calmly.

“That’s it”

“Enough,” said the commander much firmer than before. Liara turned back to her with a brief flash of surprise, she has never been at the receiving end of this tone.

“In all those secret messages you apologized and wrote about a traitor, so I thought you put on a show at least partially. I understand people change, I understand it better than anyone. But you keep acting like some twisted mix of me and you mother” said Shepard and took a deep breath.

“Liara, we’ll be jumping several light-years away. There is time to talk”

“About what?” asked the asari sharply. Shepard exhaled deeply.

“I want to talk about us. But you may talk about whatever you want, explain exactly what happened to Faron. How you, by yourself, become an infamous information broker, talk about the weather if you want. It’s doesn’t have to be me, Garrus will listen, Chakwas is back on the Normandy, cholera Joker may be finally of use. But talk Liara, let us help you” replied Shepard with unexpected gentleness. The young asari was averting her gaze.

“It’s not that easy! You can’t just come back and have two years of mourning suddenly vanish and nowadays I’m not sure who I can trust!” almost shouted Liara, her voice cracking slightly. She took a breath and rubbed her face.

“I’m sorry Shepard, I can’t get into it now. Please, for now, let’s focus on getting Feron back” said the doctor in calmer, tired voice.

“OK” answered the commander in low voice and started walking towards car.

“Wait,” said Liara almost immodestly and Shepard turned back.

“I appreciate what you are trying to do, Shepard, but if you want to help me, right now I could use an opinion of trusted physician and If you have extra space on the Normandy. There is somebody I want to interview before we get to the Broker. I will explain reasons for this entire secrecy and… this” said Liara heavily and meaningfully pointed at her ample body. 

Shepard allowed herself a small smile.

“I’ll see what I can do”

***

Two hours later
The Normandy SR-2, Medical Bay

“That’s all for now, dear. You may put your clothes back on” said Dr Chakwas, the main medical officer. Beyond her in the med bay was only Liara and doctor Mordin Solus, whose expertise had been deemed valuable. The room’s windows were rendered non - transparent to avoid peeking and the salarian scientist was kind enough to help young asari remove any bugs.

“Thank you, Karin” replied asari and stepped down from the medical bed, an operation that was complicated by her large gut. She made few steps towers placer clothes laid, her plentiful flesh shaking with every movement. The ex-archaeologist clothed herself and turned to the elderly woman.

“I must admit, Liara the changes I saw had me worried. But the results, if a bit strange, are reassuring” said the pepper-haired woman and sat by the desk and pointed on the nearby chair. Liara sat.

“I got fat, doctor Chakwas. Thank you, but you don’t have to dance around it” replied the asari flatly. The human woman only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Don’t start again with the doctor and that’s not the only thing. You gained a few inches in height, compared to last time we met. Congratulations Liara, you are by far the tallest asari I have met. Likewise your pelvis, it widened and more so that your height would indicate.” relayed the physician. Liara blinked at that, it was news to her, but it would explain a few things.

“However, despite abruptness of these changes, all of this appears to be normal. No signs of harmful abnormalities. As for your weight, I must admit I have only brief experiences with overweight humans, but it’s still unexpected. No negative effects were observed so far, your heart rate and pressure are perfect. Of course, you may find it harder to move, but beyond that, your changed skeleton seems to compensate for extra weight. I focused on getting proper readings, we may find something after more thorough analysis, but so far I’m giving you a clean bill of health” explained Chakwas calmly. Liara blinked a few times.

“I must admit I haven’t expected to hear this. What about drugs, I know that I have been dosed regularly with unknown substances. Admittedly I tried to counteract it, but I still don’t know what exactly it was and I needed to avoid detection” said the young asari in confusion. The elderly woman shook her head.

“You show no signs of prolonged poisoning or withdrawal. But as I said It only first look, weed to sort through all results. For now…”

“Doctor Chakwas. Checked Miss T’Soni hormone levels. Noticed something. Examined and searched for linked changes. Added older data for comparison. Please look for yourself” interrupted salarian with a barricade of words, handling a holopad to the human woman. Then he looked at young asari.

“Apologies, Dr T’Soni, need to ask a few questions. Have you experienced mood swings? A desire for a more stable lifestyle? An increased sexual drive?” asked the scientist. Liara blinked, unused to the salarian’s demeanour and bit shocked at the questions.

“Excuse me, professor, but I fail to understand how that’s relevant,” said Liara bit defensively. By some miracle, the human doctor answered before the hyperactive salarian.

“Mordin has a point. I’m sorry, it just comes to show that I don’t regularly treat asari. I just checked if you are fine, but now I see what changed. According to those records, you are a entered a matron stage” explained Chakwas apologetically. Liara simply gaped at scientists.

“Excuse me?” asked shocked asari.

“Symptoms match. Hormone levels. Increase of mammary tissue. Slight deviations to reproductive systems. Some changes more drastic than observed in other asari. But within acceptable parameters. Interview useful for documentation” replied salarian quickly and the human doctor smiled supportingly. The asari remained quiet for a few seconds.

“I assume, that what I’ll say will not leave this room,” asked Liara.

“Of course”

“You have my word Liara”

The asari remained silent for little longer, before answering.

“I want children” Liara breathed out with a blush “Lately, I got jealous every time I see children or pregnant mothers and angry that I didn’t get pregnant with Shepard before”

The asari exhaled deeply and continued.

“And… yes. I suppose I have experienced an increased need for a… physical affection, but just recently. I don’t think I felt any particular need in a change in my lifestyle, besides the obvious” replied the asari trying look composed, but her eyes were strangely fixated on the floor.

“Mental and physical symptoms check. Unusual deviations. Must review reaming data.” said hyper-active salarian took his usual “thinking” pose.

“Professor, with all due respect. I think the more pressing matter is how is it possible. I barely passed my first century and I haven’t been involved romantically with anyone for the last two years” said ex-archaeologist, slightly irritated.

“I agree, Mordin. While I’m hardly an expert on asari biology, I know that matron stage is triggered by reaching a certain age or extensive melding. Since I don’t believe Liara forgot something like that, something happened. You already skimmed trough results, any ides what may have caused it?” asked the human doctor politely.

“Hmm… Never heard of such case. No known research into an artificial asari maturation. Pointless. Caused by the Broker’s agent? Possible, but unlikely. No benefits. No signs of substances invasive enough to cause it. A genetic disorder? No symptoms, but need to rule out” replied the salarian scientist and started walking erratically.

“Hmm… entire process appears to have concluded naturally. But the trigger is unknown. Unless… its natural one, not documented. Change accompanied by an increase in patient’s fat tissue. Excessive nutrients are good for fetus’s proper development. But…No, yes. Need to confirm, check and cross-reference data. Fascinating. Could…”

“Excuse me, professor” interrupted Liara calmly, but her glare was piercing salarian.

“Are you suggesting that I become a matron because I got fat?”

“Logical. No signs of artificial tampering. Changes accommodating not only for reproduction but increased mass. Asari mono-gendered, with psychology optimized for reproduction. Evolutionally makes sense to enter the most fertile stage, given optimal conditions. Still, hypothesis only. Will check, once Dr T’Soni health fully confirmed” explained Mordin.

Liara was still shaking off the surprise, but ultimately it didn’t change her current situation. On the other, she very much would like to know what’s happening her and it could bring a new aspect of her specie’s biology to light. The asari doctor activated her omnitool.

“I’m not entirely convinced professor, but thank you for thorough approach. I’m sending you access to data you may find useful. However, I would be grateful if you shared any finding with me” said Liara calmly and with a hint of resignation. The salarian were looking at new data for a few seconds before his eyes met asari’s.

“Unusual data, but should prove useful. Source?” asked the former STG seriously.

“Let’s just say that my assistant seemed to have been preparing to expand her private operations. I would also ask for discretion, I trust you two with my personal information, but this is a Cerberus vessel and I am an asari” requested the asari peacefully. The grey-haired woman chuckled.

“Don’t worry Liara. I’m sure Mordin will be careful. For now, you are free, I’ll inform you if something comes up. And Liara, try to get some rest.” said Chakwas with a smile and the salarian nodded in agreement.

“I’ll try” replied the T’Soni heiress with a tired smile and headed to the door. There is one more thing she needed to do before reaching the Shadow Broker’s base.

*** 

Several minutes later
The Normandy SR-2, Engineering deck

“So, how do you want to go about it” asked Shepard, once she and Liara exited the elevator.

“I’ll use facts, mostly. The Shadow Broker knows that she had warned me and Nyxeris's afraid of him. Even if we were to fail against him, we are a preferable alternative to being at his mercy. I’ll also use what I have already learned of her operations, add a few bluffs. If that doesn’t work, we have you, Samara and your new krogan on board a Cerberus vessel. Despite her talents, I doubt she is used to dealing with a direct threat of violence” answered Liara seriously, trying hard not to look only at the face commander.

“Understood,” said the commander.

“But can you explain to me what exactly her deal is? Because I doubt it is her simply spying on you. I have few ideas, but I don’t like to baselessly speculate”

Liara stopped before doors, guarded by two of her commando, that went along to guard Nuxeris, and took a deep breath.

“I will Shepard. But before that, I want to clear a few things and gather as much info as possible for my own sake” replied the pudgy asari. Shepard gave a weak cheeky grin.

“So you ask questions and stand in the corner looking menacingly until you say it’s time to play the badder cop” summarized the spectre. Liara flashed her smile briefly.

“In essence,” said the obese asari. 

Although you could have remained in armour thought Liara with a mental groan as she felt her eyes slide under the commander's collarbone. 

The asari didn’t truly think that Shepard wasn’t up to the task without armor or that there was something wrong with her current outfit. It was a typical Cerberus uniform, although with removed insignia, probably the commander’s work, but it did show the commander’s figure. Which in turn proved to be quite distracting for the doctor.

By the Goddess, she could smother me with those things admired Liara about Shepard’s “assets”.

Truly, Elizabeth had been graced with an absurd, hourglass figure. The pair of the tight, perky, at least F-sized, breast that was currently straining top of the uniform absolute to the absolute limits. Shepard’s ass wasn’t anything to scoff at either, set of two big orbs on wide hips, that were impossible to miss even looking at the human front and equally impossible to hold in a single hand. Liara had tested the last fact multiple times.

The commander’s assets were, usually, less noticeable due to her height, abundant musculature and the fact she rarely was without her armor. Shepard herself, chooses to ignore her Amazonian figure, occasionally only complaining about “inconvenient lumps of flesh”.

I do wonder how she looks in that dress from Miss Goto. Perhaps I could secure foota…no t’s not the time for this

Liara took a deep breath.

“Let’s get this over with,” said the asari and Shepard nodded. They resumed march towards the temporary cell. At the same time, Shepard’s expression changed, as did the atmosphere around her.

Disappeared any sights of kindness or compassion, face morphing into complete indifference. Same of commander’s green eyes, seemed to look through anybody as if they were a waste of space. Air seemed to thicken, filled with malicious intent. The commando guarding the door flinched, the feeling of great surrounding them like a fog, seemingly suffocating them.

Liara simply opened the door, obvious to this change.

The room that was usually occupied by the “perfect” krogan had been cleaned and any items that could aid in escape had been removed. Instead, now it had two chairs, a table, and a field bed. One of the chairs was occupied by none other than Nyxeris.

Despite exhaustion, clearly visible on her face and handcuffs connecting her to the heavy table the Broker’s operative didn’t look much worse than during their previous meeting. Eristena had been careful. Liara approached the remaining chair, the piece of furniture groaned dully as 400 pounds of asari sat on it. Shepard remained by the entrance.

“Hello Nyxeris, I assume you are aware why here you are here? Or does you need any clarification, Observer?” said Liara in study voice.

“No ma’am” replied the older asari breathing heavily. Why it’s so suddenly hard to breathe?

“Good and since you know me, I’ll skip to the facts. You had been spying on me for the Shadow Broker and used me as a middleman to gather information. In order to neutralize me as a threat, without depriving yourself of my resources you decided to earn my trust and full access to what I have. A quite typical operation, but you decided to go step further. You wanted me to become completely dependent physically as well. Possibly to have chance to sate some of your particular tastes. In other words, you decided to fatten me up like an animal for slaughter” relayed Liara mercilessly. Nyxeris flinched at her last words, the foreboding feeling growing in her stronger than ever before and…

Why I cannot breathe? though the traitorous asari panting quietly.

“I must admit, it could work. Unfortunately, I learned of your action, despite your best attempts to brainwash me not to” continued the taller asari.

“With that knowledge, I managed to uncover a few things. The unusual fate of your patients, the reason you were fired from various resorts. Your, how interesting, holonet history, which explained quite a few things. I have even managed to intercept quite a few messages between you and the Shadow Broker. I have ever seen this… facility of yours, you seemed to have quite big plans because I doubt it was all for me”

“If you know. Then why you haven’t done nothing and have your human run all those errands” asked Nyxeris, trying to compose herself, but the infernal pressure on her lungs remained.

“Because my ultimate goal was to get to the Broker. Thanks to your presence I managed to I gather quite a lot of data and it was a good opportunity to put even more pressure on you. Now let me level with you Nyxeris, you have two choices. You can willingly share with us every scrap of knowledge you have and answer every question. In exchange you live, relatively normal life, you know me I don’t have a habit of wasting resources. But…” Liara paused and narrowed her eyes.

“If you refuse cooperation we will learn everything anyway. It’ll take longer will be painful, messy and I assure you, you aren't going to survive. Believe me, after what you have done to me I would have no regrets if you forced my hand. And before you think about feeding us lies to buy the Shadow Broker's favor” said Liara and smiled only tines bit with the corners of her lips.

“I think he will find your latest intel quite lacking, if not outright harmful to his operations. He also knows that you thought it prudent to warn me about Vasir. I made sure of that. I sincerely doubt he will forgive that, no matter your accomplishments.” explained Liara calmly.

“Your answer Nyxeris?” asked the doctor, her gaze focused on her former assistant.

The assistant gaze remained at her table, she couldn’t concentrate. Logically she knew that compiling with Liara’s wishes would prolong her life until The Broker killed the doctor, perhaps allowing her to escape. On the other hand, even if she did the Broker will eliminate her, but is Liara actually capable of torture?

Is Shepard? She is supposed to be the hero of…

Nyxeris felt oxygen leave her lungs as if somebody punched her. It was the first time that day she truly looked in the spectre eyes and it terrified her. Nyxeris prided herself on being able to read people regardless of the species. This hollow expression, that look didn’t belong on any human’s face or any other creature. The eyes of this human-shaped being desired her suffering, but not like some mindless animal. No there was no doubt in Nyxeris’s mind, this thing was going to consequently break her body and spirit until it got what it wanted.

Whit titanic effort the imprisoned asari succeeded in moving her sight back to Liara and took a hollow breath. She nervously entwined her sweating hands on the table.

“Where do I need to begin?” asked Nyxeris politely.

*** 

Over two hours later
Normandy SR-2, Main Battery

“…and that about it. That’s why I couldn’t risk you looking into Broker by yourself and preferred to avoid mentioning my weight.” Liara finished explaining what happened during the last months. The portly asari sat at one of the containers by the wall, her legs spread to make space for her belly.

“Well… that’s not a story you hear every day. And here I thought, I was busy back on Omega” replied Garrus, standing by the console, to the asari sitting on one of the containers.

“Don’t be jealous, Garrus. It’s nobody fault that Liara was waging a one-asari war against the most dangerous information broker, while you were picking on some defenseless mercs” commented Shepard jokingly, also sitting on the crate.

“No offensive Liara, but could that plan even work. I mean it’s a bit far-fetched not to mention could she really make you that big. I see that changed but…” asked turian carefully. Liara thought for a few seconds and sighed.

“I think so. Because it was such an unthinkable approach itself was a great advantage and I must admit she was careful and kept making me unaware of her actions. Besides, we’re the last people to criticize impossible plans” said the asari with a brief smile.

“She got you there” added smirking Shepard. Garrus only waved his hands in capitulation.

“Whatever she could fatten me up to make me fully reliable on her? I suppose it’s possible, unlike turians most species keep storing nutrients as long as we eat. Our bodies don’t partially prevent digestion after a certain point” finished Liara with a sour expression. Shepard nodded.

“Liara’s right, I know there were cases like that with humans and… I’m pretty sure my mum was heavier than Liara now. Seeing as we are relatively similar anatomically it should be possible” added Shepard in a neutral vice. However both non-humans were a bit surprised, the commander rarely spoke of her biological family. Finally, Garrus interrupted prolonged silence.

“One more question. No offensive, but at first I was a bit afraid you may have trouble getting back in the field due to your…mm…size. But you managed to run after Vasir just fine, also your biotics were much stronger. I’m no expert, but this level of power is a bit unusual for a maiden” asked Garrus, this was bugging him for a while.

“Asari evolved in eezo rich environment. Unlike other species, we store it practically in every tissue of our bodies, also in fat. Subsequently, I have much more of it in my body to use than any other asari my age alongside… considerable fuel reserves. I use it to compensate, although it took some time to adjust. Also since I learned of my state, I started training to gain muscle mass. Though I must admit that my long-term stamina is miserably low” explained Liara patiently. Garrus gained thoughtful expression.

“Hmm… a squad of specially prepared asari as support. Decreased mobility or not, they could serve as portable heavy…”

It was a good thing Garrus didn’t have any heart conditions. The glare Liara sent his way would have finished off a lesser person.

“Ahem… so now we have to only board the moving fortress occupied by one of the most influential and ruthless individuals in the galaxy and rescue Liara’s friend. I suppose it’s a good warm-up before Collectors, also another thing Wrex will be jealous he was away for” said the turian. Shepard chuckled and Liara smiled as well.

“You simply want to brag. I have a proposition, all three of us have been awake for far longer than we probably should. How about we get some shut-eye? It would be pretty embarrassing if we collapse from the sleep deprivation in the middle of filling Broker with holes” proposed the commander with a small smile and stood up. Liara opened her mouth ready to argue, she still had much data to go through, but the doctor quickly stopped. Shepard was right going into such a dangerous operation, while exhausted was suicidal.

“Would you show me where I can rest?” asked Liara and extended her hand to the commander. Shepard caught it and soon trio was heading to their respective beds.

*** 

Hours later
Hagalaz atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

The last minutes were hectic for the multispecies trio to say the least. First, they had to fight their way through outer of the ship in the middle of a raging storm, with mechs and mercenaries on their welcome. After dealing with troublesome entrance, the team managed to break into the ship, but the Broker’s operatives kept making a nuisance of themselves. At long last, they located Ferron, unfortunately, while alive and even coherent remained firmly strapped to an elaborate torture chair. The only way to safely free the drell captive was to deal with The Shadow Broker. Shepard, Garrus and Liara continued into the ship’s bowels.

After moving through another wave of mercenaries they entered, by far, the largest room in the ship with sparse light.

Well… he is big thought Shepard at the sight of an unknown figure. The sitting alien was the largest person Shepard had seen, bigger even than Wrex. The week light from surroundings him(her?) terminals didn’t reveal detail but confirmed, that the Broker belonged to species the commander was completely unfamiliar with.

The team stopped several meters before the unknown alien with their weapons raised.

“Here for the drell? Reckless even for you commander” said the Broker, his voice guttural and seemingly unfazed. It sounded as unfamiliar as he looked. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

Reckless for me? Hardly though the commander and replied

“That bombing on Illium wasn’t exactly subtle"

“Extreme, but necessary,” said The Broker.

“No, it wasn’t. Neither was caging Ferron for two years!” shouted Liara with barely contained rage.

“Doctor T’Soni. Your interference caused all of this. Ferron betrayed me when he handed you Shepard’s body. Now he is simply paying the price” explained the alien.

“Someone was bound to go after you for working with Collectors” noticed Shepard.

“It was a mutually beneficial partnership. Your arrival is convenient. The Collectors’ offer still stands” replied the Broker. The commander barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes.

“No, you’re simply naïve enough to think so. Besides, it’ll be pretty hard to run a base this size with no crew” said tall woman, wondering how somebody, supposedly, intelligent was blind to the Collector’s ultimate goal.

“They’re replaceable. Your arrival is merely an interruption. Enough talk. My operations are too crucial to be compromised by the traitor” said the large alien.

“You’re quite confident for somebody with nowhere left to run” noticed the overweight asari.

“You travel with fascinating companions, doctor” said the Broker like he didn’t hear Liara.

“It’s good you brought the Archangel, T’Soni. Your friend’s bounty is still unclaimed”

“You’re not putting a hand on anyone” replied Liara, anger resurfacing.

“It’s pointless to challenge me asari. I know your every secret, while you fumble in the dark. You should have accepted your role as the Observer’s fat pet” said the Broker, fortunately, Liara remained calm.

“Is that right? You’re yahg, a pre-spaceflight species quarantined to their homeworld for massacring the Council’s first contact teams” replied the hefty asari calmly.

“This base is older than your planet’s discovery, which probably means you killed the original Shadow Broker sixty years ago, then took over. I’m guessing you were taken from your word by a trophy hunter who wanted a slave… or a pet. How am I doing?”

The Shadow Broker proved to lack Liara’s self-control. He stood up, making the squad realize that he was as least two- if not three times the size of a grown krogan, and launched his desk at the intruders with an angry roar. Shepard managed to move herself and Liara away, but Garrus wasn't so fortunate. He was laying motionlessly under the rubble, luckily the readings of his armor showed the commander her turian squadmate was merely unconscious.

They couldn’t help him now as the yahg pulled a weapon that was short of an anti-vehicle canon. The Shepard and Liara ran to cover and fight ensured.

The Broker possessed an extremely strong biotic shield, that managed to withstand even the tubby asari biotic assaults, but it slowly depleted. However, as it did the colossal alien roared and his body was surrendered with another, external, seemingly impervious barrier that hampered his movement. Liara shot a few rounds and turned to Shepard, her pudgy face had a purple tint with few small droplets of sweat on it.

“Everything bounces off, but it’s still a kinetic sensitive barrier” explained the doctor quickly. Shepard smirked darkly.

“So brute force it is” replied the tall woman and ran towards the yahg.

Auch thought Shepard, when her fist connected with the Broker's face. Even her reinforced gloves didn’t fully spare her from the effects of a powerful strike. But her maneuver had been successful shield shattered and the Broker clearly felt all the force behind Shepard’s fist. The commander continued her assault, but after the second hit the yahg activated the omnishield and pushed the woman away.

The fight continued, but even without barriers, getting through the enemy armored suit proved to be troublesome, especially while avoiding hitting his shield. But after managing this the Broker once again activated the external barrier and Shepard immediately attacked him. After a few seconds of scuffle the large alien once again launched the human into the air hitting Liara.

Soft though briefly the commander when she landed on the plentiful asari. They managed to get up, while the Broker was immobilized by the recharging barrier.

“If you can get him to bring up that shield again, I’ve got an idea” said Liara her face pointing at the device on the ceiling. Shepard nodded and both ran to cover.

Once again they were forced to methodically destroy the Broker’s barrier and armour, while his attacks were more ferocious than before. Finally, the barrier was up again. Shepard attacked but didn’t stay after it fell. Instead, she maneuvered so the charging yahg was standing in the middle of the room.

“Liara now!” shouted Shepard and Liara's body flashed with a blue aura, but didn’t attack the Broker, focusing on the device above him. Before the large alien could realize his situation, the ceiling started to crack. Hectolitres of highly conductive, violate liquid began pouring on The Broker. Yet, The alien kept roaring in agony and walking slowly, but the substance must have reacted with his equipment causing an explosion that knocked the commander on her generous bottom. Fortunately, the liquid was quickly shut up by the systems and the floor had a drain.

Laying on her back commander was approached by heavily panting Liara, who offered her hand. Shepard took it and stood.

“*pant* you check on *pant* Garrus and I *pant* check consoles” said Liara slowly regaining her breath. Shepard nodded and walked to the turian, who started to slowly wake up and stand up by himself.

“What did I miss?” asked Vakarian in a pained voice, but with no signs of serious injury.

“Let’s just say you’ll not be able to brag to Wrex” answered Shepard and helped him to stand. They waked to Liara by the console, when several connections started to work.

“Operative Shora requesting update. Are we still online?”

“Shadow Broker, I’ve lost our feed. We are online and awaiting your instructions”

…and so on. 

After a brief moment of hesitation, Liara entered a few commands and spoke.

“This is the Shadow Broker. The situation is under control. We experienced a power fluctuation while updating hardware. It disrupted communications momentarily. However, we are now back online. Resume standard procedures. I want a status report on all operations within the next day cycle. Shadow broker out”

“Goddess of oceans… it’s you. You… how?” interrupted voice. It was Feron, freed he had had to run to them immediately. Shepard was impressed that he was capable of this, given circumstances. Liara turned to them.

“Well, everyone who’s ever seen him in person is dead, so…” said Liara unsure. Farron finished.

“…you’re the new Shadow Broker”

Shepard assumed the most positive smile she could muster.

“It’ll be nice to nice to have access to information I can trust… Broker” said the spectre. Liara didn’t look too reassured.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for you to call me that. I’m not sure about any of this. But I had to do it. With Shadow Broker’s information network I can give you… I can…” the plump asari voice was cracking, on the verge of tears.

“I’ll, uh, check the power systems” said Feron clearly not sure what to do.

“I’ll help him, there were a few things I noticed that needed calibration” added Garrus, hopefully, he’ll remember to give the slouching drell first aid.

When the room was free of males Shepard returned her sight on the asari and walked to her. Liara turned to her, with tears running her pudgy cheeks.

“It’s over. It’s finally… for two years…” said Liara weekly. Shepard slowly embraced and hugged her dearly, her arms not reaching as far as she remembered, the softness of the asari body feeling bit alien, but strangely pleasant.

“It’s alright” whispered the commander. The doctor gently expanded the rift between them and cautiously kissed the tall woman, unfortunately quickly retreating.

“It’s been two years. I don’t… We’re different people. You have your mission and I…” said Liara also pointing at her figure. Shepard's eyes narrowed slightly.

No, I don’t think so decided the commander and grabbed the asari plentiful sides, pulling her closer and kissing her girl. The muscular woman wasn’t disappointed as Liara quickly returned her affection. After several wonderful seconds, Liara broke away.

“Okay… okay” said the doctor a little breathlessly, but with a hint of true joy.

“Okay” replied Shepard with a smile.

“But we should focus. Let’s see what our options are” said Liara a little firmer and went to console, Shepard a few steps behind. The doctor started to type on the device.

“No safeguards or user restrictions. It’s like he never anticipated anyone, but himself being here. And it’s all ours” relayed Liara. Shepard once again felt unimpressed with the previous Broker.

“What kind of information are we talking about?” asked Shepard, truly intruded, by possibilities. She didn’t come that far without an appreciation for solid intel.

“I’m not sure. I’ll need to go through his files. I’ll try to find something useful for you” responded the asari and turned her back to console.

“All I wanted is to rescue Feron. But… is it wrong that part of me wants this? With the Shadow Broker’s network, I can help. Maybe I can turn this operation into something better”

Shepard smiled.

“I know you will,” said the spectre, but her face became more serious, eyes looking directly into Liara’s.

“Unfortunately, there is one more thing. Cerberus cannot learn of this, preferably no one else either”

The doctor's expression quickly turned into understanding.

“Do you have a plan?”

*** 

Over 24 hours later
Normandy SR-2, the conference room.

“… that’s it” Shepard finished explaining the situation to irritated Miranda.

“So it’s likely one of those brief signals we picked was the Shadow Broker’s shuttle” summarised Miranda with resignation. Shepard nodded.

“Why did doctor T’Soni remain on the ship?” asked Cerberus operative.

“Liara wanted to start through files… and probably to be away from me. She understands my decision to cooperate with Broker against Reapers, but with Feron’s death… I’m not exactly surprised” explained the commander. Miranda’s face furrowed, but she nodded with acceptance.

“So why are going back?” asked the “cheerleader”. She had managed to finely catch and interrogate the commander when she was heading to the shuttle. Shepard signed.

“Hopefully she cooled down enough to talk. I prefer to clear the air now, for better or worse. Worst case scenario to stop her from doing something radical” replied the taller woman. Miranda face softened for a brief second.

“Understood, Shepard,” said the brunette and walked to the door. Clearly, she was upset that they hadn’t managed to capture or kill the Shadow Broker.

Huh… though Shepard when she realized something as she observed figure clad in the tight jumpsuit.

Without a doubt Miranda was an extremely attractive woman, one could say more than Liara, with her old frame. Hadn't it been for a relationship with the doctor, Shepard would likely try to become physically acquainted with her. But now, the commander could help, but wonder that the perfect woman would look better with more pounds on her frame.

Shepard shook her head, she had an important meeting.

*** 

Several minutes later
The Shadow Broker’s ship

Shepard walked a corridor that was directly linked to the Broker’s office. She had to admit whoever was responsible for cleaning had superb skills, the commander wasn’t able to find even a smudge of blood left.

When she was before the door, the screen above went to life displaying the familiar asari.

“Shepard It’s good to see you. Please come in” and with that doors opened and the white holographic ball immediately flew to her.

At Shepard’s question, Liara immediately explained about the Broker’s VI assistant.

She entered the room and noted it had been cleaned as well, with a few more homely touched added. Liara was sitting at large, chair by the main console. The commander approached her from behind and hugged her lightly.

“Well, Miranda and TIM seem to believe in our story. Garrus's a surprisingly good actor when he wants to be” Shepard said as she pressed her head to pudgy asari’s and Liara also smiled weakly.

“That’s good. I must admit I wasn’t prepared for such eventuality, but you're right Cerberus should be left unaware. I assume you intend to abandon them once you deal with Collectors?” asked Liara. Shepard though for a second and smirked with half of her lips.

“I’m going to steal the ship and the crew, at least the majority of it” replied cheekily the commander. The plentiful asari eyed her questioningly.

“The non-human personnel will be easy enough, Jack only waits for an opportunity to act against them, don’t need to explain Dr Chawkas and Joker. About the rest – I’m pretty sure that TIM gave me people that are simply fed up with Council and the Alliance than true believers. I think I’ll manage to convince them, obviously there are a few moles, but you know I’m a rather good judge of character. Also if you would be willing to check their files…”

“I’ll be happy to help, Shepard” replied Liara and flashed a smile.

“But what about Miranda? She truly believes in Cerberus and may be able to stonewall you?”

“I know, but her story, if true, is a bit too continent. Her father sounds exactly like the type to work with Cerberus. Please focus on those two. I have a feeling she may be much easier to convince than you think” said Shepard and looked directly at Liara.

“But that enough about it. How are you doing Liara?” asked the concerned commander. The overweight asari paused, she carefully untangled herself from the ginger-haired woman's hands and stood up facing her. Lara began explaining her current situation and reassured the pale human. As they keep talking the freckled asari began showing around the chamber.

While Shepard was paying attention to her words and room, she was quite fascinated by the movements Liara’s plentiful flesh, visible even behind her garments.

“And what about that assistant of yours?” asked Shepard finally. The asari leaned on the nearby railing.

“So far, she is in confinement, a comfortable one. I made sure to assure her that the only thing that keeps her from the Broker’s wrath is me. I gave Nyxeris a job, sorting through data, similar to what she was doing back on Illium. Nothing truly important and I’ll intent to revise it later, but it should give me an idea about her willingness to cooperate. I think she'll prove compliant, especially with the hope that she may be released as agent” explained Liara calmly. Shepard joined her by the railing.

“Nobody could blame you if decided to kill her, but I’m happy that you didn’t. But is releasing her as agent wise?” said Shepard.

“I read the Broker’s files on her. Nyxeris used me, but she also tried to help me in her own twisted way. Keeping her here would be a waste of resources. But believe me, Shepard, I’ll make sure she won’t be able to act against me” replied her voice harder than Normandy’s hull, but her expression flickered for a second. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

“Is there something else?” the commander asked carefully. Liara’s face looked like she ate something sour, but she composed herself.

“Yes. That method of hers… even if it originated from Nyxeris’s perversion, it could prove useful, if only because nobody would suspect it. When I thought about it calmly I already made a list of several individuals we could use it on. It is… more humane than alternatives” explained Liara, but it was clear she didn’t want to continue.

“I see. What about Vasir? She is basically on your payroll now?” asked Shepard, steering away from the previous topic. Liara guided them back to the console.

“I’m not sure. She is currently sedated and guarded. I could use her as the Broker did, but she's a bit of a loose cannon, she may go after us despite orders. I’ll have to think about it” explained the doctor as they walked. Shepard nodded, she gathered courage and smiled.

“You know I didn’t come here to just talk about data” said the commander as she moved closer to Liara, almost touching her round belly. However the doctor abruptly moved away, but Shepard could see a hint of purple on her face.

“Look about the kiss… we’d just finished the fight” started Liara and turned again to Shepard, making her flesh quiver.

“I miss you, but it’s been two years, and I… honestly doubted you would still be interested, given the circumstances. I don’t want to pressure you” replied the portly asari unsurely and crossed her arms, squeezing her breasts.

Miraculously, Shepard managed to ignore the delicious sight before and frowned for a second. She wasn’t going to let Liara fall into that rabbit hole. She smiled and approached the asari.

“I’ve got some very fond memories of the times you put pressure on me. Even despite occasional interruptions” said Shepard. This time she received full blush, even as Liara moved her gaze away, she smiled as well.

“Hah… so do I. Though I doubt Karin was as appreciative” replied asari with a smile.

“Why don’t you come to the Normandy for drinks? We’ll talk everything, but work” proposed the commander. Liara took a few steps and faced Shepard.

“I would like that” confirmed Liara. The tall woman’s smile widened.

“Good. Give me two hours, I’ll look over what you prepared and clean myself up” said Shepard with a devilish smile.

“I’ll be there” replied Liara. The commander was about to go to one of the terminals when asari’s voice.

“Shepard, there’s one more thing I could use advice on”

“Yes?” asked the commander turning back to Liara.

“It’s about my father” said the doctor and with a few clicks summoned a picture on the screen.

Well… it does explain a few things

*** 

Later
Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

Shepard finished pouring wine into glasses. She had cleaned what little dirt she had and filled her table with sweet treats, mainly chocolate ones of course. The commander even forced herself to wear that ridiculous black outfit Kasumi had given her.

Shepard straightened and turned around at the sound of the opening door. Suddenly she found her throat dry. Liara was looking around the cabin wearing the dress that tightly hugged her ripe curves. It was the first time the commander could truly appreciate her figure, which was equally alien as inviting. After a few seconds, she broke out of a stupor.

“Did you enjoy the tour?” asked Shepard, trying to hide her reaction? Liara smiled.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful ship. And I ran into Joker. I didn’t talk to him on the way to Hagalaz, but he seemed happy to see me. Although he did ask if you and I would be acting out scenes from some vid called “Vaenia” replied the asari.

“Of course he did” said Shepard and made mental note to use the pilot as target practice. Liara raised her hand, she was holding something.

Ah…

“I brought you something. It took some digging, but I recovered your tags” said the asari, and the commander took framed pieces of metal.

“I tough, I’ll never see them again” replied the commander and put them on the desk.

“You can’t get back everything you lose… but sometimes you get lucky” said Liara behind her. 

“Yeah, that’s the plan” said Shepard before turning around and leaning on the desk, crossing her arms. She mentally winced, feeling edge poke deeply into her ass and the weight of breasts on her arms. The ginger-haired woman still didn’t get why Cerberus had to rebuild her that close to the original. And she knew for a fact that they hadn’t simply poured silicon inside.

“How are you actually doing, Shepard? I mean really, not what you tell your squad to keep morale up?” asked Liara with concern. Shepard exhaled. 

“I could ask you the same, but… honestly? I’m tired. Tired of having no better alternative than to work with Cerberus, tired of Council ignorance, tired of one of my closest friends not believing me. I can’t even bring myself to be angry anymore. I’m just… tired” replied the commander with a low voice as she walked across the room, although she omitted a few critical details.

“Yes, I heard what Ashley said back on Horizont. I’m sorry. But their shortsightedness doesn’t diminish what you accomplished. There wouldn’t be a man, woman, or child left on Horizont, if not for you” Liara tried to reassure the tall woman.

“We saved some of them, not enough. And we could save more. It was a Cerberus using colony as a bait. I’m not that much of a hypocrite, I probably would do the same if necessary, Collectors would simply attack another colony, but that opportunity could be used better. We could have had turian patrols go there, the Alliance forces, cholera even another spectre as a witness would be useful. Much more people could be saved or there could be proof for the Council. But no, it has to be Cerberus and Cerberus alone to destroy the Collectors” explained Shepard in a calm voice, even if Liara could hear well-hidden hatred in her words. The heavy asari moved towards the human.

“Yes, but you are here and I trust you. You’ll do what’s the best in the end, no matter what Cerberus wants” said Liara calmly and put her hand on her side, more specifically on one of her love handles.

“So tell me what you want. If all this ends tomorrow, what happens to us?”

Shepard looked to the side and smiled, almost shyly.

“I don’t know. Marriage, old age, a lot of little blue children?” replied the commander happily, but there was a hint of hesitancy. Something ran through Liara’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a small smile and playful shove.

“You just say those things…” said Liara, but her expression soured and walked a few feet, facing the wall.

“Goddess… You were dead” breathed out Liara, voice cracking.

“I got better, thanks to you” the commander replied softly and approached round asari. Liara turned, she had tears running down her plump cheeks. The asari made move like she wanted to embrace the taller woman, but stopped herself and walked further.

“This time, but… you’re going to leave again. When your team is ready, you’ll leap through Omega 4 relay” Liara said and looked at the translucent ceiling. After a few seconds, she faced the commander.

“I spent two mourning you and I… didn’t think you would want to be with me again” 

Shepard's eyes squinted. She approached Liara and gently grabbed her hands, this time the asari didn’t escape.

“Liara, why in the world, I wouldn’t want to be with you. Yes, you changed, but at the core, you are still Liara” reassured Shepard slowly kneading blue hands, at the back of she noted that the asari’s digits were noticeably wider and softer than she remembered. Liara escaped with her gaze.

“Shepard, you and everybody here have been… very polite about my state, but you don’t have to. I’m the fattest asari I know of, I weight over two times what I did, compared to when we meet” said the asari shakily.

“You don’t have to force yourself to be with me, I understand…”

“Stop” Shepard interrupted firmly. and squeezed Liara's hands.

“Liara, as attractive as I find you it isn’t the reason I love you” the commander explained and gently embraced the young asari, sinking into her softness. New tears ran through the ex-archaeologist face. 

“You are Liara T’Soni, you’re a brilliant archaeologist and information broker, you come up with the theory of prothean excision and managed to overthrow the Shadow Broker. You are also a huge dork when you are talking about your favorite subject and hate social interactions outside your closest friends” continued Shepard even as she herds quiet sobs of blue beauty in her arms.

“And I really hope that you don’t like for my meat sacks alone. Otherwise, I’ll have to talk with Miranda about making them even bigger and they are bothersome as it is”

Liara’s weak hysterical laughter accompanied them as they separated at arm's length. The pump doctor's face was flushed and wet but betrayed relief as well. 

“Again, you say those things…” replied the doctor with a weak smile.

“I really want this, but do you”

The commander smiled saucily.

“You shouldn’t even ask. Besides, you overreact. I admit I was a bit shocked, but I must say you make this new look work. I think I can prove it to you” said Shepard and her hands started to slowly trace her partner's ample body. Asaris’s clothes have well-hidden zippers and buttons, but the commander had some practice in finding those.

Liara’s face from relief and disbelief changed into a shy reluctance with a visible purple blush.

“Well… I suppose I would mind” replied the asari and helped guide the commander's hands.

A short while later both human and asari were left wearing only lingerie. Shepard’s body was composed of hard, well-defined muscles. While the commander never had quite the sheer body mass like Eristena, but Liara was aware that finger-haired woman was able to pull off feats of strength, even the muscular asari would be envious of.

The pale skin presented very differently than before the original Normandy crash, instead of numerous battle scars it, the deathly pale surface was only marred with ominous red signs of implants and surgical procedures. Obviously, the most eye-catching were the commander's curves. Both, her huge chest and the equally sizable bottom seemed to mock Elizabeth attempts to turn her body into a fighting machine, inducing envy in a majority of women and asari alike. When Liara first saw the commander she thought she could drown in the meaty mounds, but later found it an acceptable risk.

Still, it was Shepard who observed truly major changes to her partner's body. Liara had grown in every aspect of the world. The commander no longer towered over her, their height differing by only roughly two inches, most. However, it was the asari width that truly caught my attention.

Every part of the young asari expanded horizontally, her calves were had clear lines with ankles, meaty thighs were touching while standing. Hips even wider than gained mass would indicate, coupled with expanded butt checks created a sizable, meaty shelf, the entirety of the doctor’s lover area was marred with a few dimples. The smooth, soft mass that had grown from Liara’s midriff extruded several inches. It hung down, covering part of the asari’s panties, and transformed into a lovely pair of love handles on her sides.

The asari breasts were eclipsing even that of the commander’s even though they didn’t reach as far as her belly, they were surprisingly perky as well, admittedly the large, purple areolas reached much lower than previously. The ex-archaeologist's higher limbs had been affected as well, most noticeably her upper arms that had a significant layer of adipose attached to them. Liara’s face was probably the least affected, but her cheekbones lest were no longer visible, and her neck had visibly shrunk.

Shepard absorbed the sight before her, Liara mirrored her but quickly hung her head in embarrassment. The commander was having none of that, she keeled before the large asari. That surprised the blue beauty, she opened her mouth but only a breathless gasp escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, Shepard firmly grabbed the asari’s ample thighs. She felt as her fingers dug into a supple flesh, filling space between them. But it wasn’t all, the ginger began placing tender kisses on blue skin. Elizabeth acted as if she wanted to touch every available patch of adipose-filled limbs. She systemically moved upwards, while Liara’s breath was quickening, at some point the doctor’s hands found herself entangled in bloody red hair.

The commander didn’t stop at Liara’s legs. The ex-archaeologist let out a loud gasp when Shepard squeezed her meaty, buttocks and Elizabeth’s lips reached the bottom of her ample gut. No part of fat belly was spared from the commander's affection, as her hands inspected blue love handles and doctor’s back fat. Liara’s breathing evolved into outright panting as Shepard worshipped her enlarged body.

The commander wasn’t given the chance to finish. As she finished paying extra attention to the belly button, blue hands forced her to stand. She faced Liara, the asari’s face was full of purple blush, with signs of sweat visible. After a second, the doctor kissed her human with new energy. The hard belly muscles sunk in a soft, blue gut, while two pairs of enormous breasts squeezed nearly obscenely.

Shepard managed to carefully maneuver them to the edge of the bed, both bras falling to the ground as they progressed. When lovers parted for breath, a small bit of force, courtesy of commander, was enough to send them falling on the bed.

Liara landed on her back, making her ripples run through her blubbery body, and slowly made herself comfortable. Her bare chest and jiggling belly was rising heavily, but she felt happy. The blue belly was sprouting upwards, her breasts had to finally succumb to gravity and move to sides of her large middle.

After a few seconds of rest, Liara raised herself on her elbows.

“Shepard, I…”

The blue beauty didn’t manage to finish as Shepard placed something in her mouth.

Mmmm…

It was a chocolate and a good one as well, Shepard had had to put a box of those on the nightstand.

Shepard was lying beside her, looked directly at young asari face, and rubbed her cheek.

“Liara, please stop overthinking it. I’ll want to be with you whatever you decide to lose weight or not. Besides…”

Shepard smiled saucily and started to move her hand downwards away from her cheek.

“You do make it look good. I’ll make sure you realize this even without a meld”

And without further delay, she moved closer to the fat asari. Shepard was right, Liara was sure of the ginger’s feelings before her eyes turned pitch black and their thoughts become one

*** 

Meanwhile
Normandy’s deck

Joker’s face betrayed deep abomination as he emptied a cup of water.

“You could make it taste any worse, Doc?” asked the pilot and handed an empty glass to Doctor Chakwas.

“You're a grown man Joker. Then again, I suppose if you acted like one, you would remember to bring your medications” replied the woman.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll try to be responsible” said Joker. Before the doctor could comment a blue, holographic ball appeared.

“Mister Moreau. I detected a gravitational anomaly, likely of biotic origins coming from captain’s quarters, but my devices there had been manually disabled by Shepard. Should I inform the crew of possible danger?” asked the AI. The pilot’s expression changed drastically, he chuckled.

“No EDI, there would be a danger only if we interrupted” explained Joker, trying to prevent snickering.

“Is that wise? Miss T’Soni is a powerful biotic she could pose a threat to the commander”

“That’s not the case EDI I assure you. Please, refrain yourself from informing anybody else about it. That will all for now” this time it was the elderly woman who answered. The AI disabled her avatar and the doctor turned to the grinning pilot.

“I believe you own me some credits, Joker”

That made the pilot's smile disappear.

“How was I supposed to know they were going to bang right away? Weren’t they supposed to spend some time talking about their feelings?” Joker said as he activated his omnitool. The doctor smiled, almost mischievously.

“Their feelings were pretty clear. Also, I was Liara’s neighbor during her stay. Let’s just say that she is much less shy, if not daring when it comes to the commander” explained Doctor Chakwas and walked away before the pilot could ask for details.

*** 

Later
Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

Shepard admired the sleeping asari's form cuddled next to her, resting her head resting on the human's collarbone. The commander could feel her lover’s warm softness and her weight pleasantly pressing on her.

Elizabeth was smiling, still giddy and not only from a mind-blowing experience. She had fully re-joined with Liara, assured her of her feelings. Most importantly it felt true, real. Unlike everything else since her “awakening”, perhaps save for interactions with Garrus. Liara’s lips and skin lacked the subtle aftertaste of ash when tasted, she didn’t feel like there was a slimy layer of foil between them. In other words, she felt real, not like a part of some coma-induced dream or some terrible purgatory. There was no intangible barrier or faint detail destroying the experience.

And what experience it was. While Shepard never lied, she wanted to stay with Liara and still found her attractive, there was this snag of doubt in the commander's soul, that she’ll react poorly to something and mess up. Oh, how wrong she was. Liara’s new body was new and alien, also but magnificent and unexpectedly irresistible. There was so much of her to squeeze and kiss, Elizabeth needed to explore and worship every inch of this new, soft, blue flesh. Save for initial, albeit short awkwardness Liara’s new body made it one of, if not the best, the night between two.

That was more than welcome surprise, Shepard had no idea that extra padding could be so pleasurable. Then again how could she, Elizabeth spent the majority of her life in the Alliance military, where physical requirements were extremely strict. The few encounters with heavier people were limited to a few crime bosses and slavers.

Even the relatively shallow meld hadn’t managed to sour the experience, considering events of the last two years the commander didn’t hold it against the doctor. Still, it allowed Elizabeth to confirm a few things and glimpse into what troubled her lower.

Shepard’s free hand moved and rested on Liara’s taut belly, the asari only gasped soundlessly, but remained sleeping, even as the commander’s limb started to rub. Shepard bit her lip, Liara hadn’t noticed but during the entire ordeal, Elizabeth successfully fed her content of three sizable chocolate boxes. Watching the blue beauty devour sweet treats was unexpectedly arousing.

The commander could help but wonder. How it would be to have Liara eat more pamper her like she deserved. To have her remain safe and hidden while filling her full with delicious food. Make her eat and eat beyond reason and with mindless ecstasy. Have her swell immobile, with n͑ͫ̈ͪ̂̂̐e̩̺̖͠w̗͚͖̱̬͒ ̞̹̳̲̖̓̑ͮ̎͛ͮs̨̜̜̜͎̰͓̮̍̉ͨ̊̒c̷̝͓͍͈̺̘̽ͨr̢̥̰̻͈̂̂̇͗͑u̟͉̺̗̠̒ͤm̧͚̟͕̏̉̑̏p̨̫͎̼̬ͥ̉̍͛̈̃̚t͚̲̝ͭͩ̊ͮ̔́ͅi̢̘̞̘ͯ́̔̾͂ͪo̷̰ͤ̒̏̒͒͗ũ̱̰͖͎ͤ͐͆ͨͤ̚s̯͙̯ͮ͛ͥ̉̑,̲ͦ̉̂̂͐͑̊ͅ ̓ͣ̐̈́̄b̢̝̪̈̊̎l̇u̦̓̇̌͛ͮ̓e̹̗̰̰̰̱̍̋ ͖̯̲̯͓̓ͩb̙̝̮̮͎̯̈ͫ̔͋͌ͪ͠l̰̣͔̮̙̄͌ͦͯ̀̏̓ù͓̟͈b̧̫ͦͧ͂́ḅ̛͓̼̲̮̂̐ͩ̓e̞̾̒́͋͜r͎̞͚̺͗̓ ̃̀̿̇͢a̋ͧ̇̏͏̶̘̝̞̣̼̻̭̺n̟̯̭̽ͪ̋̊ͤ̐̋̚̚d̼̫͍̱̘͖̬̼ͨͥ́ͦͮ̑ ̽̈́ͣ̿̒̔̈ͯ́͜҉̥̺̳̺̘̭ģ̳͓̻̄̈̀ͥ̾̉͂r̷̈́̀͏͇ȇ̤͉̺̰͇̫͔̬͑̃͠w̴̘̮̜̻͇͓͋̽̾̃̇͗͋̿͢ ̶̼̟̿̓w͚̰̩͐̌͗͆̑̓͂i̬͕̙̦̘̽̏́ͣ͋ͩ̕̕tͭ͏͉̦͕̦ḩ̤͈̖̫̿ ͉͎̻ͧ̌ͣ̒͒̄̐̽̍n̝̤̬̦̐̄ͤ̍̾̇u̵̶̬̐̃͐̍́̚m͊͑ͮ̀ͪ҉̣̭̕e̴̮̐́͌̌̌ͥ̈́̕ŗ̜̣̣̻̩͚̪̑ͥ́ͥ̂ͣō̠͈͓̤͓͇͙̐ͭͪ̌̍͢ͅu̠̱̒ͨ̀́̂ͣ̈́s̤̪̼̒ͣ̂ͅ ̶͎̱̩͇̥̰̺̮͆̏ͮ̿̐̄̒͠p̳̤̘ͣ̓͋̽̒ͧͥ͗ͩr̛̲̩͖̭̞͕͕͎̾ͩ͋o̳̭̹̱̊̏̊̉ͥͭͫͅg̖̜͉͈ͯ̑ͮ̓́̚e̸̜͙ͬͮ͛́͞ñ͇̠̊͜y̶̙̼̳̩̰̺̳̠͕ͤͨ̈ͮ̚.͖̳̑̿͂̃͑ͯͨͧ ̷̲̟̺͉̤̌ͦ̓͛ͫͧ͆͆͠ͅŤ̛͓͎̮̲̱͓͎ͤ̓̄͑̾̿̑ͯ̈ͯ͐͌̀͝͞ͅͅo̵͍͉̮͙̠̟͓̟͔͉̼̲̽͂̄ͯ͝ͅ…̛̮̥̱͎̝̲̳̬̺̱̬͈͓̮̪͎̲̪̝ͭ̐̽ͬ̇̈́͒̆̄͛̆̇͊́͝

Shepard shook her head and took a sharp breath.

Control. I need to control myself.

Elizabeth always had crazy ideas, but lately, they were getting out of hand, even for her. While she managed to control herself so far, now with Liara at her side, this… desire, hunger for the soft asari was impossible to ignore.

Before with Nyxeris, she wasn’t angry, no. She didn’t want her dead, only to suffer, suffer beyond her imaginations, for the span of her entire life for what she had done to Liara. Shepard wasn’t a stranger to wising to hurt an enemy, but the things she was willing to do to the traitorous asari and her cold cruelty, that… that was new.

A familiar coppery taste interrupted her train of thoughts. Shepard sighed, she must have bitten her lip too hard. She allowed her head to rest comfortably on the pillow and closed eyes.

Liara’s gotten more attractive and she would be even more if she kept gaining. But that’s not up to me, but her alone Elizabeth thought trying to fall asleep, appreciating pleasant heat from the doctor’s soft body. She wasn’t afraid of not getting enough sleep, lately, she didn’t need it.

*** 

Later
Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

Liara’s nose caught an appetizing scent and her stomach let a low growl. She slowly opened her eyes and groggily examined the situation. The doctor was lying alone in Shepard’s bed, entangled in a quilt. Suddenly a shadow fell on her.

“Hello sleepyhead.” said Shepard with a smile and sat on the bed near her. She was wearing her usual off-duty uniform and clearly was awake for some time. Liara rubbed her eyes.

“Did I overslept?” asked the asari, still not entirely awake. Elizabeth only chuckled.

“Nah, I just couldn’t sleep. I wouldn’t wake you but that ship you requested and I better get the Normandy away. C’mon I made breakfast” replied the commander.

That imminently snapped the ex-archaeologist into full lucidity. While she felt her stomach loudly demanding his morning fix of calories, the thought of her lover cooking filled her with dread. Shepard must have noticed her expression.

“I mean I reheated some of that food you had brought for yourself and commandos. Few leagues better than our usual grub. Also here, your clothes” explained the commander and placed her folded dress and lingerie nearby.

“Thank you” replied Liara with relief, got up, and started to dress. Shepard decided to help and it lengthened a process a bit, though the doctor was more than pleased with it. Once dressed they went to the table.

Liara was it staggered at the amount of food before. It was roughly the amount, Nyxeris had her eating, but Elizabeth had no way of knowing that. It was a staggering load for ordinary asari.

“I didn’t know what you would like so I made a bit of everything” explained Shepard and pointed to a seat near her. Now Liara noticed that there was cutlery only for one person.

“You aren’t eating?” asked the doctor and sat at the assigned place. Shepard shook her head.

“Ate while making rounds,” said Shepard apologetically and poured some tea for both of them. She didn’t mention that it would be a waste, considering her skewed sense of taste. 

Liara nodded, accepting the explanation and put some meat pieces on her plate. While reheated food wasn’t nearly as good as fresh, the tiring activates and company only helped her petite. Still, she ate slowly and carefully, Liara wouldn’t forgive herself if she started to act like a starved animal.

“Liara, I'm sorry but I must ask. There is something about your body that has been concerning you and I’m not talking about new weight. Is something wrong?” asked Elizabeth calmly, but with concern, interrupting the silence. The doctor stopped with a fork mid-air. She signed mentally, Shepard was ridiculously good at interpreting feedback from meld. Liara put down cutlery.

“Not wrong, although there was a… development” replied Liara. Shepard raised an eyebrow, her lover tone didn’t fill her with confidence.

“Professor Solus noticed it after my check up and now both he and doctor Chakwas confirmed. It would seem that due to my increased weight I entered a matron stage. That’s the reason I was careful during meld” explained the asari. Elizabeth blinked.

“I never heard of something like this. Is those some of the side effect of Nyxeris drugs? How are you feeling?” asked Shepard with concern, which brought a small smile to Liara’s plump face.

“No, no negative effects have been observed and they are out of my system. Apparently, it’s a natural response to my new weight. I haven’t heard of anything like either, but I am young by my species standards. Also considering asari fixation on outward appearance… I suppose it’s not surprising. But I’m healthy, I only received a prescription for some mild medicine to help adjust”… and prevent her from wanting to meld with Elizabeth until she was pregnant with several daughters.

“So… those little blue children are coming sooner than later,” said Elizabeth with a cocky smirk. Liara also smiled elbowed the commander.

“Deal with Reapers and I’ll consider it” replied the asari. Shepard chuckled, but her face turned sober.

“Agree” she said seriously and poured them more tea, taking a sip. Liara resumed eating.

After some time she paused and put the cutlery down. The heavy asari had eaten more than half of available food, mostly sweet remained. She wanted to continue, but she had promised herself to lose weight and, perhaps more importantly, didn’t want to embarrass herself before Elizabeth.

“I see the more things change the more remain the same” Shepard's voice broke her taint of thought. Before Liara could say anything she noticed a piece of chocolate-filled, rolled crepe.

“Liara, I know the face you make when you want to eat more, but stop yourself. Even if suddenly cutting your food intake was healthy I want you to relax. Now say aaahhh” ordered Shepard in a saucy voice, look in her eyes clearly stating she wouldn’t take a refusal. 

Liara blushed but compiled, allowing a sweet treat to enter her mouth. As soon as the asari swallowed another slice appeared next to her lips, serene, but unyielding expression remained on Elizabeth's face.

Liara kept eating. There were no drugs or hypnosis involved. For the next several minutes Shepard brought food to her mouth and the doctor dutifully ate. She ignored the point at which her belly become sated, later painfully stuffed, ignored the tightness around it as the dress tried to accommodate her growing gut. Or rather those feelings weren’t truly unwelcome. She was also mesmerized with the taste and sight of the pale beauty feeding her.

Liara ignored the fact she devoured all present food, remaining sweets included, preoccupied with the commander kissing her after the last mouthful ran down her gullet.

Most importantly the young asari failed to notice a gleam of a very different hunger in Elizabeth’s eyes.

Chapter Text

Two days later
The Shadow Broker’s ship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*grrrrrooowl*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liara sat next to a nearby console. 

Only for a second, she promised herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they all ate. Constantly.

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

Clearly, methods employed by doctor Ahum were working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shepard observed her swaying hips as she walked away.

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

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

*** 

Half an hour later

 The Observation deck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

Hours later
Illium, Nos Astra’s trade district

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

The bar “Eternity”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vodka, please” replied Liara flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well…. shit”

*** 

A few days later
The Shadow Broker base

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am” replied Nyxeris obediently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

Over a week later

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

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

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

Liara accepted.

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

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

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

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

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

Liara considered only for a split second. She smiled.

“I’ll be there”

*** 

Over week later
 The Normandy Sr-2, Engineering deck

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

Tali rotated and faced Elizabeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shepard chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They’ll grow immense

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

I need a break

*** 

Two days later
The red spirit company dock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll tell you later”

*** 

Half hour later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The asari sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By the Goddess…

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

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

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

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

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

***

Several minutes later
Liara’s apparent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ginger also noticed the asari and smiled beamingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes” answered Elizabeth after a few seconds.

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

Liara smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shepard told me about your feelings”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***  

Three days later
Hotel near Nos Astra entertainment district

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

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

“Thanks”

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

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

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

“My father is working with Cerberus”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I’m sure you have some proposition”

Shepard nodded solemnly.

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

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

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

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

The brunet sighed heavily.

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

Shepard smiled brilliantly and accepted it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miranda blinked surprised but intrigued.

“Explain”

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

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

“Yes. You could gain weight”

Miranda stared at her flatly with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s a degenerate” argued brunette.

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

Miranda looked at Shepard with doubt but nodded.

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

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

Chapter Text

Five days later, afternoon
Miranda’s safe house

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mmmmmm…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m going to…!

“Bbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp!!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Oriana

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

*** 

Two days later, afternoon

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

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

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

“Aaaand we are here because…?”

The wide asari was silent for several seconds.

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

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

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

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

After roughly five minutes they reached vacuum-sealed doors.

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

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

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

Elizabeth knew this felling

Sterile field?

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

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

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

We?

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

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

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

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

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

Seconds later she realized who exactly was before her.

“…Tali?” 

The quarian smiled faintly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They agreed to this, but should I…? I̳͓̯̳͡i͞͏͚̳̦̮̫̟̬͙i͈̣̪̖͈̹̥͘͡i̵̳̟̘͈̭͉̠͉͔i҉̴̡̭͓̣͚̯̫…̰̖̲̻̗͠.̙̤̬We are with Liara but both want it, we d͓͆̽ͮ̈e̱͇̝͈̞͍̅̿̓͠m̠̖͕̗̠̜̻̤ͯ͋͛͗̚ǎ̤̜̬̯̳̬̬͈̆ͣ͒̾̃̈́̀n͎̮̮̯̰͆͑̒ͩͬd̛͉̪͕̜ͤ͒͠ͅ ̝̙̙ͤͪͫ͑͗̚ want it. So maybe we could… c̵̰̜̿͑̒ͧ̔̈́̚o̯͎̭̲̙͓͙̾̎̂͟͡͝u̴̳͇͖͔͍̙̦̖͊ͪ̿̂̿̂͟ͅl̼ͨ̑ͨ̂ͬ͝d̶̡͇͔̼̟͙͚̳͈̩̈́͋…ͦ͏̟̭͖̖ ̂̽͂ c̷̥͔̰̔͗̈̽̃̒̅̏̑̈̑͐͂̏͗̒̔̏̄͂͆̓͋̋̕̚͝͝͝͝͝ǭ̶̢̡̛̻̩͍̠̭̟̭͍̱̮͖̺̮͇͓͎̝̳̣̼͇̜̞́͂͒̈́̇ụ̵̰̖̥̜̼͖͚̲̖̀̊͒͛̑͑͒̒͑͊̉̅͗̽̀̎̃͌̍̏͊̾͗̄͂̈͑̃́͌͌͘l̸̨̢̳̩͔̲̮͈̠͎̇͋̂ͅḑ̴̡̼̬͚̯͈̭̻̲̳̳͖͈̞̻̱̱̤̻̖͖͙̺̝͍̙̿́̇̀̐̋̍̉̌̇͒̓̍̆̄̀̄̕͠͝…

They are ours, and ours alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too thin. She shall be fed

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

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

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

Three minds become one.

*** 

Six days earlier
Liara’s apartment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her guest lowered her gaze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have a shotgun”

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

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

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

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

Should Tali gain weight? mused Liara.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Text

Five days later, early morning
Liara’s apartment

Tali stirred, but a wave of squeezing pain priced her head. Due to it and sleepiness the hungover quarian voted against moving or opening her eyes. But as time progressed, consciousness was painfully returning. The only good thing about it was that she was also becoming aware of her surroundings.

The suffering engineer was lying on a comfortable bed and hugging something large, soft, and warm. When she opened her eyes, a vicious light assaulted her senses, despite the protective visor. Still, once her eyes adjusted somewhat, her suspicion was confirmed. Tali was lying on the bed in Liara’s apartment, tightly hugging the tubby asari who was only dressed in lingerie. It would seem the doctor hadn’t had the energy to batch and change the day before.

Even through suit she could feel the asari belly and breasts softly press to her. Arms were sinking into soft adipose and her hands were griping a plentiful portions of back fat in them. Obviously, Tali hadn't been able to fully embrace her bedmate, she reached her back, but that’s about it. The blubber encased arms were like warm and soft pillows. The only downside of this situation was several hundreds pounds of asari were pressing at her arm, luckily suit managed to help maintain blood flow.

A quick look at her helmet’s display proved one more quarian’s hypothesis. She had a hangover, uncomfortable, almost painful, but not requireing medical help. The engineer had worse days despite what her throbbing head was trying to prove. Luckily for her, the position she found herself in was very pleasant, soothing.

The quarian tried to focus on soft flesh and firm curves that embraced her instead of pain. Liara was breathing evenly, calmly and Tali didn’t want to disturb blue beauty's sleep, so she started to muse about last days to kill time.

The last days were full of joyous activities and very enlightening. Their first night together was very informative. Tali had know the mechanics and had a nerve-stim to, ahem, relieve stress, but at the end of the day, she had been a virgin. That was no longer a case, very much so, and just to be sure, they had repeated the experience two more times, each time which extra elements and… well… accessories.

The quarian had learned a lot, about her partners and herself. Who would have thought that pinned by such large, heavy mass like Liara could be exiting, or that being completely at Shepard’s mercy could bring such ecstasy? Then there was asari mind-meld that, while ridiculously overwhelming, was even better than rumours had claimed and given extra insight into Liara and Shepard.

Tali had been once again reminded that Shepard was an unprecedented genius of improvisation and possessed abilities that most didn’t associate with her. The commander had found a ways to make her lose her brain's higher functions outside the sterile location. The tall woman quickly learned how to access her nerve-stim. Quarian’s suits, when not exposed to vacuum or other violate environments behaved mostly like normal fabric. Those two facts were accompanied by strategic disrobing courtesy of Liara's and Elizabeth's skillful hands, which proved that Tali hadn’t needed to be outside her suit to thoroughly enjoy their alone time. She only needed to clean herself and her suit from inside, afterwards.

Obviously, they hadn’t spent those six days only in bed. It was simply impossible, due to the quarian immunize system, even with expensive sanitary means provided by Liara. Instead, they talked and went out to the city. Especially after the first night, Tali and Liara needed to explain several matters to Shepard. What followed was, essentially, a series of dates, where they simply tried to have fun together. They tried to attend all three, but on two instances Liara had had to leave, on account of her work, and once there was only Tali and the doctor when Shepard had to bail out Jack and Grunt.

It was awkward, they were unsure how to act, especially Tali, and more than few weird situations had come out of it. However, it was easily forgotten due to how much fun they had, and with how romantic it was, at times. The quarian was getting to know the young matron and the commander as romantic partners, not just as friends.

I wouldn’t think that Shepard could act like..., what’s the term? A gentleman from those human romance books. And Liara hadn’t changed that much, she’s still as sweet as ever she simply hides it Tali reminisced Shepard’s chivalrous behavior, neither, she or Liara, wouldn’t admit it but both were suckers for it. Meanwhile the tubby doctor was as kind as she remembered her from before, if more composed.

With them was Tali, whom Elizabeth, and Liara as well, showered with affection, even love.

There were also other memorable events. The blubbery doctor had briefly introduced them to her father, with who she had a tentative understanding. It was bizarre, the contrast between the two asari was startling, even more considering what the quarian had known about Benezia. But it also brought feelings of sadness and jealousy. The ancient matriarch, despite her demeanour, was simultaneously concerned for Liara's welfare as she was accepting of her choices. It was… jarring.

Another day they had seen the first ship with personnel that had been going to start personally work with rachni. Yet another unexpected titbit, that had made Tali fell intrigued, somewhat reassured and unease. She was curious about insectoid species technology and another ally was always good news. However, their history was grim and not encouraging, also the spider-like appearance of young ones… brrrrr.

In turn, evening, the day before there was a small party for old Normandy’s crew. There was the trio of lovers as well as Joker, Garrus, and doctor Chakwas. They talked, remembered, laughed at old and new misadventures and marooned tragedies. The commander and older, human woman had miraculously conjured a large supply of serrice ice brandy and few good dextro beverages. The party was more than successful, so it was no surprise Tali had problems remembering how they got home.

The engineering train of thought was interrupted by weak stirs of warm mass in her embrace, Liara was walking up. After a minute the asari beauty opened her eyes and noticed that Tali was also in the land of the living.

“Mind letting me free?” asked the soft asari with a small smile.

“Shhh, no, I’m good” replied the quarian with a quiet groan. Stupid biotics, with their stupid anti-hangover powers.

“But I need to wash and get to work. And somebody needs to check Normandy” explained the soft asari, using traitorous logic. Tali sighed and loosened her grip on warm body and her bedmate mirrored her. Soon both were laying on their backs, separated, and a half minute later, the suffering quarian felt that bed started to shake, Liara was making her way to the edge of it. Temptation overpowered headache and Tali looked at the heavy doctor.

She saw asari’s wide back with lovely, thick rolls of fat, under it was a large shelf made of her hips and round cheeks. All of this shook mesmerizingly as Liara crawled to the edge with small bouts of movement. Her adipose and abundant curves weren't helping with this task. Tali felt her cheeks heat up, she didn’t know if it was due to meld or not, but she had come to relish the young matron blubbery body, although she still didn't quite understood the adoration Shepard had for its fat.

After few tries Liara stood up and stretched herself, giving the smaller woman a better view at her body, her fat, brushing thighs and flabby forearms with adipose hanging from them. The obese asari took clean lingerie and put on bathrobe, then she looked at the engineer.

“I’m going to clean myself and start with few chores. You are welcome to a water-distilling station in bathroom” informed Liara with a small smile, but it was clear sleep hadn’t left her fully.

Tali replied something illegible, she was now somewhat familiar with habits of (for all matters and purposes) the Shepard family household. Liara by chores meant her morning, info broker routine, the commander wouldn’t let the asari do any menial task. Tali, didn’t want to move away from her location, the headache was only being soothed by a comfortable bed. The quarian didn’t feel like getting up, even with the promise of hooking her suit to a source of chemically clean, warm water to clean herself.

Then, they heard the apartment’s door opening and familiar, purposely loud, footsteps. Shepard was back and likely bringing another reason to get up, breakfast. The tall human, despite her own ineptitude in the kitchen, had decided to provide them with food when at home. Admittedly the commander managed always to secure tasty meals for the trio.

“Does she ever sleeps?” asked Tali in a tired voice. Liara's face lighted with a bigger smile.

“I’ll see you downstairs”

And so she went, her body jiggling at every step. Seconds later the quarian heard them greet. She accumulated her resolve and five minutes later, Tali sluggishly headed downstairs. There she found Shepard, who was cleaning a table in the kitchen with many bags near her. Almost immediately the commander noticed the quarian and smiled at her. When Tali sat on the nearby chair, Elizabeth placed a sealed bottle and an induction port next to the quarian.

“Thanks, Shepard” said the smaller woman, when she recognized the hangover cure. The ginger smirked, her quarian was cute when grumpy.

“You’re welcome. I managed to get that turian dish you liked and some dried fruits” informed the commander and returned to chores. Tali, already sipping on an herbal concoction, gave a thumb up,she was truly grateful. Real food, especially unprocessed fruits were a luxury for quatrains, especially when outside the flotilla. And Shepard insisted on bringing her those, always when possible.

The commander seemed to take pure joy in pampering her lovers.

Speaking of…   Tali glanced at the large assortment of bags from which Shepard had started taking food. Liara had informed her's and Elizabeth's stances on her enlarged body. The commander had discussed it with the quarian during the first day of their new relationship and assured her that nothing of sorts is demanded of her.

When she had witnessed the amount of food that had been happily devoured by Liara, Tali was completely dumbstruck. Even now, she could help but gape at the gargantuan meal that Shepard had brought, she knew that the doctor would consume all of this. The commander always lovingly encouraged Liara, when she was getting full. She also provided snacks for the doctor, who even if always maintained decorum, had her chubby cheeks constantly chewing on something.

That was bizarre if a bit charming, on account of how sweetly they acted, but the effectiveness with which the commander had prompted Liara to push her limits and the amount of food that trawled down the doctor's throat made the entire thing a bit unsettling. However Tali hadn’t said anything about it, at least nothing notable, she had been warned and it, it wasn’t anything bad so she had avoided testing her luck.

That wasn’t the only thing she remained quiet about. The quarian noticed it just recently, but Shepard’s…ah… tendencies seemed to spread to quarian as well, despite her earlier assurances. By the second day of their “integration” the commander had appeared to encourage Tali’s consumption more than before and as far as the engineer could tell, lately, there was no meal that didn't left her stuffed to the brim.

Maybe I’m imagining things. Or that’s how Elizabeth acts with Liara, so it makes sense she treats me similarly to be fair? I’ll talk about it with her once everything calms down mused Tali as she finished the last drops of clarity-bringing liquid.

At this moment Liara exited the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and slippers on bare feet. Yes, thanks to fat or not, Tali understood Shepard’s weakness over this plentiful, wobbling body.

“Well, the kitchen’s still standing, I believe that’s a good start of the day” said Liara with a smile and set next to the quarian. The engineer noted, that soon her friend will need two chairs or a new, bigger one.

“Nah, I've been monitoring her, but there were a few close calls” added the quarian. Shepard gave them dirty look and smirked.

“My girlfriends are teaming up against poor me. I see, you don't want breakfast” lamented Elizabeth with a cocky smile and abandoned platters with food to reheat. Liara’s face twitched, Tali only blushed and smiled at “girlfriends” part. Instead, the human brought something, that had been lying next to wall.

“Actually, that’s a good opportunity to test Liara’s new purchase” Shepard told them with a smirk and raised a rather large, rectangular object.

“Is that my new scale?” asked the doctor, a lovely, second chin appeared fully when she lowered her head to inspect the device Shepard had placed on the floor next to them.

“Yup, I picked it up when I was going back with food. Since you haven’t eaten yet, maybe we could test it?” proposed the commander with a saucy smile.

Liara hesitated, she hadn’t intended to make such a show out of this. However, it was nothing compared to many other activities they had engaged in, so she complied. The asari stood up and put her bathrobe on the chair. Under it, there was only lingerie and a large surface of freshly cleaned skin.

Chunky lover limbs were seemed to be composed of two round, irregular, adipose-filled masses that ended with chubby feet. Meaty thighs firmly were pressing into each other. Supported by them was a large shelf made from wide, childbearing hips and round, heavy asscheeks. Above it was a singular mass, of asari’s belly, that largely obscured her panties. Only on her sides, the pillow gut split into twin pairs of thick love handles.

Mentioned elements had occasional dimples and few faint stretchmarks on the belly, but so far Liara managed to avoid phenomenon, which humans called cellulite. Actually, the doctor didn't know if her species, with their harder skin, could develop it. On large, fat belly lied two large and quite shapely breasts, that slightly spilled from the bra.

Liara’s upper limbs were fatter too, with a visible sack of adipose forming on her upper arms. The asari’s neck shrunk in length but expanded in diameter. The least changed was the doctor's face, but it couldn’t be mistaken for one from two years earlier and it looked like a double chin would soon take a permanent place under it.

Shepard remembered when she had seen the entirely of her lover, for the first time after their reunion. Now, the round curves that Liara was made of were even larger, wider, reached farther. The beautiful mass of lard, that was the blue stomach, almost completely obstructed underwear with help of lush tights. The breast slightly overflowed bra that had been a good fit, and the space between head and torso had shrunk even further.

To put it simply Liara got even fatter.

Blue feet carefully stepped on the device and after a second it sprung to life.

“Weight: 446,8 pounds

 Height: 6” ½’

 BMI: 59,8”

The scale informed in a synthesized voice. Liara slowly stepped down from the device and clothed herself.

“That’s roughly 20 pounds more from my last weigh-in, that leaves 30 pounds more” supplied the doctor as she once again sat down. Shepard nodded with a smile. The commander’s held strange expression of amused, non-hostile mockery.

Tali blinked, she was somewhat shocked to learn the exact, ridiculous weight of the asari. The quarian was also again reminded of this arrangement between the other two. To gain even more fat, when she was already so large? She focused on something else.

“What’s BMI, I don’t remember hearing this term?” asked Tali about the unfamiliar term.

“It’s short for body mass index” replied Shepard and embraced the doctor from behind.

“It’s calculated from weight and height, then compared to some tables. Basically, it tells you how fit you are”

“Or how much overweight” injected Liara with a small smile and half-heartily tried to remove ginger’s hands that had started to grope her fat.

“Mhm… but it’s good only for civvies. It deals poorly with muscle mass and is completely useless for people with augments. Anyway, it’s a human scale, I don’t know if asari or quarians have something similar. I never really cared for it.” said Shepard with dreamy expression, her hand had just slipped under bathrobe.

“I doubt it. Nyxeris used it, albeit modified version” added Liara and jabbed the commander with her elbow. Pointless, considering the thick layer of adipose on it, but Shepard surrendered. Then the human’s attention shifted to Tali.

“Since we’re on this topic, maybe you should weigh yourself Tali? How quarians compare to humans and asari?” asked Shepard with a glint in her eyes. The quarian looked at her with suspicion but decided to indulge her.

“I think we are nearly identical in this aspect” said the engineer as she stepped on the device.

 “Weight: 154,7 pounds

 Height: 5” 8½’

 BMI: 23,1”

“Hmm… The suit adds about 10 pounds and 1,5 inches, so that will be 140 pounds and 5”7’” calculated the engineer and returned to her place. She looked at Shepard who went back to dishes.

“You won’t try, Liz? Is the great commander Shepard shy?” teased the quarian. The commander chuckled.

“Little above 180 pounds now, but I got a high muscle density and a lot of metal inside thanks to Cerberus. We can confirm it, but it'd delay breakfast” replied the ginger with a toothy smile. At this news, Liara gave Tali a dirty look that made her quiet.

When Shepard was making finishing touches to the first portions, the remaining householders made small talk. Tali wanted to oversee the finishing touches to the Normandy. Liara asked her only to sacrifice half hour to get her opinion about one device that could be used on the ship. Tali agreed.

Soon enough, platters with steaming food were before them and both dug in. Liara ate with ferocity and commendable speed, but maintaining basic decorum. Tali’s food was disappearing magnitudes slower than the asari’s, the quarian didn’t have quite the same appetite, but she was mostly limited by her suit. The mini-airlock that allowed quarians to consume solid food had limited volume and removing the outside atmosphere also took some time. Not to mention the portion was bigger than any she had before. Still, the engineer wasn’t complaining, food that wasn’t a paste was always welcome, even with MER's as delicious as those provided by Liara.

Tali finished about half of her portion when Liara already emptied several plates. The blubbery beauty was slowing down, her initial hustle had tired her adipose-encased arms. Shepard noticed it, she sat next to the struggling asari and took cutlery from her. Muscular arms seemed to blur as more and more food was transported between blue lips.

The quarian observed this and felt a jolt of jealousy and a bit of anger. While eating to this excess wasn’t particularly interesting for the quarian, being feed by Shepard was. It was, which had been confirmed by Liara and checked in the cleanroom, borderline erotic, but it was another activity that was impossible due to the suit.

However, even Liara had her limits. She chowed slower, every time she swallowed it looked painful, but she kept going. Tali could see, the formerly soft ball of blue stomach tighten and extrude even farther and farther.

The wide doctor was panting, but with the commander's help, she devoured everything.

“Do you want to go to your console, you‘ll be more comfortable?” asked Shepard sweetly and with a smile. Liara nodded. Thanks to the tall woman's aid, the mass of blue blubber managed to rise from the seat.

“*huff* Don’t wait on me, Tali. I’ll *huff* contact you, when I finish with few matters” said the engorged doctor to Tali. The quarian confirmed and Liara, being supported by tall ginger, started waddling to her work station.

It’s worth noticing that the office had undergone quite a transformation, courtesy of the commander. The chair had been replaced, by an extremely comfortable, large, sturdy armchair that could change its arrangement, allowing lay on it almost like on the bed. The console had been placed on a special, movable platform so it could be used no matter in what position Liara was sitting. Next armchair stood a small, but a quite wide table, perfect to place sack and drinks at.

Tali had been observing all of this, but also slowly eating her own dish. It was delicious, but she was getting just too full. Quarins, due to centuries of their exile, had gotten used to the lack of food, not its overabundance.

Shepard returned to the kitchen with a sunny expression and started cleaning. She paused when she noticed Tali staring motionlessly at her meal.

“Something's wrong?” asked the commander with concern.

“No, no. It’s just that I feel full” replied Tali, a little embarrassed. Shepard’s face flickered for a split second but smiled returned and nodded.

“That’s okay. I’ll sterilize it and vacuum seal it. Maybe you’ll want it later” said the commander and took a platter from the table. Tali rubbed her stuffed stomach, she was more than full. The quarian opened her omnitool, she wanted to check reports on Normandy.

“However don’t think, you’ll get away without proper breakfast, Miss vas Normandy” told a low voice close behind Tali and she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. The quarian turned around.

Before was Shepard, with this stage predatory look in her red eyes and a saucy smile. Then Tali noticed a truly large tube of nutrient paste, it was one of the Liara’s brand and the smaller woman favourite.

“Liz, I’m full, I…”

“Tali” interrupted the commander, her voice was reminiscent of their threesomes, but also firm, unyielding.

“You are used to eating MRE, but normal food isn’t as nutritious…” considering how high-quality food they were buying for her, Tali called bullshit on that “…and I wouldn’t have bought that much, if I didn’t think, that you're able to eat it” informed Shepard with that smile of her and moved closer.

Tali leaned farther, but the table blocked her, she was trapped.

“Shepard, I..”

“Shush” the commander silenced her and placed a hand on side of her helmet. The quarian couldn’t feel it, but her cheeks heated nonetheless.

“Now look in my eyes and try to enjoy it” said Shepard sweetly. Seconds later Tali felt induction port press against her lips, she opened them with hesitation. The quarian was mesmerized by burning orbs before her, the tall woman commanding stance made her feel an unexpected heat in her core.

Soon a thick, heavy substance began flowing down her gullet. The substance was tasty, especially compares to other nutrient pastes, but not enough to take attention away from, now, painful belly. Tali started to be vividly aware that her expanding stomach was being pressed on by the hard cloth of her suit, but she provided no resistance. She kept swallowing as Shepard was squeezing the tube, even though the quarian knew that a normal container of this size could sustain her for about two days. And paste inside that one several times richer than the ordinary one.

After, what felt like an eternity, a portion passed through Tali’s mouth, but no further followed. The induction port retreated and the engineer took a deep breath, which was a bit of a mistake as her stuffed middle painfully reminded of itself. She glanced at her belly.

Our suits aren’t designed to stretch noted the quarian looking at her bulging middle.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it” commented Elizabeth in a cheeky tone as she leaned down to the quarian.

“Now how about you go lay down on the couch before heading out and I bring you some digestives”

“Ugh, fine” replied Tali, she was sure her meal was about to escape her at any second.

Unexpectedly Shepard grabbed and lifted the quarian, bridal-style. The engineer yelped and grabbed the taller woman by her neck. Despite the speed of operation the commander had managed to be extremely delicate. She gave her cargo a cheeky grin.

Tali could feel flying insects in her stomach when she was being carried to the living room in Shepard’s muscular arms.

That’s another time she made me overeat in the last days I really need to talk about it with Shepard pondered the engineer and snuggled closer to her human.

Later

***

The same day, afternoon
Red spirit company’s warehouse, near Normandy’s dock

“So… what did you want me to look at?” asked Tali as they entered the room. While it was a storage area it was clearly reserved for more delicate equipment.

“Right here. This isn’t exactly an accessory for the Normandy itself, but it should be useful nonetheless” answered Liara and pointed at the container, similar in overall shape and size to a single-door fridge. The asari was wearing her usual, official dress, but in purple. Every now and then, the engineer saw flashes of blue aura around her friend. She had been clearly using her biotics to ease her walk.

The heavy doctor activated the container and it began to open.

“I was afraid that it wouldn’t be ready on time, but my engineers outdid themselves. What do you think?”

The quarian was silent, gaping at the item inside. It was a quarian suit, what’s more, it was a suit very similar to hers. Tali walked closer and began to slowly examine it.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that its material was thicker. On suit's entire surface laid a web of blue veins of varying wideness, most too small to notice. The helmet was also a little bigger and different in shape There were also many pieces of expensive hardware and every part of it seemed of the highest quality.

Tali was awed as she catalogued the equipment and that was only a visual inspection. She had a feeling that the full specification was even more impressive.

“Liara, I can’t accept it” said the quarian breathlessly, the cost of this suit had to be astounding.

“No, you can and should. Especially since it was designed specifically with you in mind” told her Liara with a hint of amusement.

“It has all the qualities of your current suit and more. It has the best available power source and kinetic shields that could be attached. Several magnitudes betters than yours. Improved hacking suite and many other tools that should help with your duties. Medical monitoring and life support systems were also tremendously refined. Included were also less practical systems, but ones I thought you would appreciate” explained the ex-archaeologist and sat with relief on the only available chair.

“For example?” asked intruded Tali still examining suit details.

“Massage and cream-dispersing systems. Tuned up systems for eating and drinking. A custom nerve-stim, that isn’t limited only to erogenous zones, but almost the entire body.” said the wide asari with a slightly saucy smile. Tali’s face heated but only nodded. She didn’t mind, far from it.

“The exact details on the disc inside the container. There is also a separate crate with extra accessories. Of course, you are welcome to customize it to your tastes”

The starry-eyed quarian took the device and began uploading data to her omnitool.

“The suit is wonderful but far too expensive, Liara. Again, I have no way to replay you” said Tali embarrassed. She really wanted that suit, it made hers obsolete in so many ways, but the quarian was already so much indebted to asari.

A pudgy head shook.

“That’s a present, nothing more. Besides, I bought new armor for Garrus and Shepard, as well. They had spent hours picking a perfect set. Your suit simply had to be custom-made. That and I wanted it to be a surprise” explained the doctor. Tali wanted to say something more, but the download stooped. There were elements she was curious about, especially material and that blue web.

Interesting, that web is made of eezo. System to further compensate weight, and possibly mimic some asari personal abilities in a limited fashion. Now that cloth… wait… What’s that?!

The quarian eyes widened when she was reading cloth specifications. She glanced at her friend, several times bigger than any asari she had met, and a suspicion formed in her head. Tali checked data under its angle and after a minute she was almost sure.

“Liara?”

“Yes?” the asari looked away from her omnitool.

“Why the suit can stretch to house several times of original volume? And why it was tested for the maximal weight of the user it can compensate for?” asked Tali in low voice and squinted eyes. The expression on the pudgy face didn’t change.

“I believe that’s quite explanatory. It was implemented to help you, should your weight increase” answered asari calmly. Tali looked at her in silence for a minute and exhaled. She didn’t have it in her to be annoyed at the doctor, especially since there was no real reason to.

“Liara, I know Shepard’s, ah, preferences and your decision about it. But I’m not interested in it, sorry. I’m mean, Shepard said I didn’t have to get bigger and she wouldn’t force me, so I don’t really need those features” said the quarian and rubbed her helmet.

“Of course not, Shepard won’t make you do anything you don’t consent, especially in a relationship. And you aren’t obligated to anything. However…” 

Liara’s body glowed faintly and she lifted herself. Tali could see adipose shake under a tightly-fit dress, the round belly swayed. Soon the large doctor was next to the quarian.

“… I don't think that you oppose Shepard making it happen. Actually, I find it likely that you may ask her for it”

Tali blinked, and when the sense of the asari’s worlds reached her brain she energetically waved her hands.

“Wait, wait, but Shepard won’t make me, you said so yourself. And why would ask her to make me fat… not that there’s anything wrong with that” said flustered quarian, desperately adding the last bit. Liara only smiled.

“No, but she can spoil you. She can stuff you during meals with a smile on her face, feed you teats when in the bedroom. I doubt today’s morning was an exception, only what's going to become a norm” explained Liara calmly. Tali blushed and rubbed her hands.

“I… I can ask her to stop” retorted quarian, but without resolve in her voice. The obese doctor nodded.

“Yes, you can. Shepard will obey, she won’t show her disapproval… Tali, you and I are with Shepard and we both want to make her happy, to be with her in full. And I believe neither of us wants to be found lacking or worse than another” said Liara.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” responded Tali far too quickly. Liara gently grabbed three-fingered hands.

“Tali, we melded, almost deep enough for me to reproduce. We felt what Shepard did or at least what we could grasp, and I know what you felt. I’m sorry, but we both know what Liz yearned for” confronted the tubby asari.

Tali lowered her gaze, she did know. She managed to bury this titbit under joy and pleasure of last days, to not think about it, to ignore it. But every time Shepard was intimate with her, it resurfaced.

“I’m thin” admired the quarian in a whisper.

Despite Tali’s fears, the commander didn’t found her body repulsive. The commander found her attractive, even with her triple-digit limbs, legs with extra joints, and misshapen, compared to human ones, ears as well as other, slighter differences. Shepard positively adored her wide hips with a shapely butt and her thick, muscular thighs.

But she lacked something, something Liara had much more. When they had melded, Tali felt it. Amongst black, chaotic tendrils of the commander's mind, amongst lust and ecstasy coming from Shepard, she found this jarring, maddening disappointment. 

Beautiful or not, her limbs were just too thin, her bell and curves not round enough. Her hips and tights, while magnificent to the muscular human, could be just much bigger, softer. Shepard wanted more of her, to not able to fully embrace her, to have her flesh spill between her finger. 

There was too little of Tali.

The silence lasted for about a minute, before the quarian again looked at Liara, somewhat more confident.

“So you think I should get bigger?” asked Tali. Liara shook her head.

“No, Tali. But I know that you never stop at half-measure and you want Shepard to be happy, to be as appealing to her as you can. That’s why I had those features implemented. But whatever you want to do about it is ultimately up to you” Explained the tubby asari and chuckled.

“With how much Shepard is dead set on spoiling both of us, you may need it, just in case”

Tali couldn’t help herself, her shoulders shook in held back laughter. 

“Keelah, I know. I didn’t say this but I’m almost 10 pounds heavier than last time I checked my weight. And I’m pretty sure most of it is from this week” snickered the engineer. Liara smiled again.

“If that’s any consolidation I can assure you that you wear it great. And believe me…”

The heavy doctor gently placed clothed hands on her ample stomach.

“ …you would look great with ever more body. Trust me, Tali, Shepard would make it most rewarding”

The quarian, once again in this week, caused her cooling systems to run ragged. She was confident her taller friend was likely correct and the prospect was most tempting.

“I’ll think about it, ah, it doesn’t have to be very much right, at least to see how it is, right?” mumbled the embarrassed engineer. Liara smiled, a little maliciously, and nodded.

“I’m simply asking you to be open to this possibility. Though I have to warn you, I sincerely doubt that it end of few pounds, should you agree” said the tubby ex-archaeologist. 

“You think so? I mean you said you are supposed to gain only 30 pounds?” asked somewhat confused Tali.

“Yes, but I already was over 400 pounds and Shepard still was eager for more. Also, you can move your hands” informed the soft asari.

Tali looked and realizing she was still squeezing Liara’s round stomach despite her limbs being free. The quarian yelped quietly and abruptly took her hands. This reaction was caused by the tension of their recent, conversation not shame. It was nothing compared to some act of intimacy from the last few days. 

“I see. But...hm… Liara, why help me like that. I’m mean if I get bigger I get more attractive to Shepard, you’ll lose an advantage?” asked Tali unexpectedly calmly and with a hint of suspicion. Liara was still smiling.

“Whatever suit can stretch or not have nothing to do whatever you gain weight or not. Especially without me to take the brunt of food offered by Elizabeth. I rather you don’t find yourself with one too small. As for losing advantage… well I admit this thought crossed my mind, but I trust you and Shepard to abide by your words. That’s all” explained Liara seriously. 

The had doctor lied or rather she had omitted the fact that she, personally, was…eager to see Tali expand.

The quarian nodded and rubbed her hand.

“I will. Sorry if overreacted, but that was unexpected and I’m still not used to… well that thing three of us have” excused herself the engineer, still embarrassed, but calm. Liara smiled.

“That’s fine, I’m myself I’m getting used to it. You should have all the necessary equipment and materials to personalize the suit. I already instructed the staff, just say the word and they transport it to the sterile apartment. Now I’ll have to leave you. Even with Ferron’s help, there are mountains of files for me to go through. But, please, do contact me, should anything arise” said Liara.

“Sure and thanks again for the suit. I’ll put it do good use”

The tubby asari, accompanied by a faint, almost non-existent glow of biotics, headed to the exit, and Tali started to prepare to work. However, a sudden thought was born from the memory of a brief brush with Shepard’s chaotic, inky thoughts.

“Eeem, Liara?” said Tali after her friend. The tubby asari turned right before the door, sending her adipose into a flurry of movement.

“Yes?”

“It just that… are you sure that Shepard is satisfied with your weight. She did ask to gain a little more” blurted the quarian. The chubby, blue face furrowed for a second.

“I think it was mostly for the sake of experience. I’ll be just a little under 500 pounds, even if I decide to lose some afterward, I’ll remain the fattest asari I have met. That’s still will be enough” said Liara calmly.

It was the first time that day her gaze didn’t meet Tali’s.

“I’m sure of it”

***

Two days later
The Normandy SR2, XO’s quarters

Miranda was frowning, angry lines marred her face. The situation that was unfolding before her was maddening.

The Normandy had set off several hours ago and the crew had just fully installed back in the ship. The operative herself just finished her various duties, then again the last days had been busy overall.

Currently, the brunette stood naked in her shower, but the water wasn’t, turned on, yet. Instead, Miranda was looking at the shower’s door, that doubled as a mirror. It was her reflection that darkened the brunette's mood.

The perfect woman was no bodybuilder, she mostly relied on her intellect, biotics, and enhanced physique. But she did maintain herself on peak performance and her body was covered in a visible layer of lean muscles.

That was no longer the case.

Miranda looked at her belly with, where she once had had a visible six-pack, now there was a smooth, slightly bulging surface. A similar situation, albeit less severe, was present in her entire body. Her muscles, while still present, were largely being covered by a fledging layer of fat.

Her skin-tight uniform, perfect to distract and to take advantage of her agility, was becoming tighter and tighter while doing nothing to hide her pudgier figure.

The brunette clenched her teeth. She already heard one or two crew members notice and comment on her current appearance.

For a second she wanted to check damage with build-in scale but decided against it. At low 5’9” she had used to weigh a perfect 140 pounds with considerable muscle mass included. The brunette didn’t want to further sour her mood, knowing that whatever she gained was only a beginning.

“That’s all part of the plan, one you agreed on. Worst case scenario, you’ll get liposuction, once that basted is dead” mummed Miranda to her reflection. Whatever “bastard” was TIM or her father was unclear. She wanted to start showering, but then she heard a small rumbling.

Her mood worsened. Of course, with the entire commotion, she had forgotten to eat dinner. Normally she would ignore it, due to the ”late hour". But this wasn’t a normal situation.

With a sigh she exited the cabin, she put on slippers and located a rarely used bathrobe, in case Shepard decided to override her lockdown and barge in. Moments later she put several MREs on her desk.

She looked on those with resentment, on tubes with nutrient paste and bars. They contained an even bigger caloric load than ordinary ones and didn’t cause a feeling of fullness.

During the last days, she had been eating meals provided by T’Soni in ludicrously large amounts to expand her stomach capability as much as possible, while she still had access to normal food. Of course, as biotic Miranda already ate larger and more nutritious meals than a normal woman her size, but it was nothing compared to what she had been forcing into herself during last days. All of it had been a caloric bomb, but what was now before her, was equivalent of an orbital bombardment.

Annoyed she took drugs, then unwrapped the first bar and bit into it. It had a familiar fibrous texture, but taste surprised her, it was easily the best MRE she ever ate.

In slightly better spirits she began to consume artificial food before her. Miranda tried to calm her nerves. The events of the last days had been either annoying or nerve-wracking. The brunette was assembling data on Cerberus and getting acquainted with working on asari’s operations. Between those activities, she was rigorously working to destroy her gorgeous figure. All of this while hiding from her the Illusive Man.

And then there’s Shepard thought Miranda with a cringe as she was swallowing sweet paste.

The commander wanted her to make peace with this degenerate, Jack. Now, with all of them back on the ship she had no excuse to put it off. What’s worse Shepard had an… acceptable arguments behind that order.

Then there was a matter of the quarian. While Miranda had no personal dislike for the alien woman nor didn’t share some of her (former) colleague's xenophobic views, recent development concerning her was unexpected. Not only they had rescued her from Haestrom and helped her settle some meaningless matter back on Flotilla, but now Zorah started to cling even closer to Shepard. The brunette had already witnessed few more than friendly displays of affections and she had learned that the quarian had moved most of her personal items to the commander’s quarters.

Miranda kept telling herself that she was disappointed due to the wrong message the First Human Spectre gave, by being in a relationship with a xeno. However, it was mostly her ego, which suffered. The operative harboured no romantic feelings for the commander, but Miranda was(still) the most attractive woman aboard Normandy and one of the most beautiful women alive. She, also, did find Shepard physically attractive. Yet, the woman with blood-coloured hair had rebounded into arms of some meek quarian without a single attempt at flirting with her.

Miranda sipped water, she didn’t have the patience to prepare a protein shake. The operative was full, but with a grimace, she continued to eat.

More bars with unpleasant texture, but surprisingly good taste with more paste between bites. As her stomach started to feel stuffed and tightness in her middle increased, she switched only to extremely dense cream.

When all visible tubes were empty she stopped and looked on her distended belly with contempt.

“That’s enough for now” decided Miranda. She wasn’t as stuffed as she managed to be during the last days, there were more bars on the desk and more paste in containers. But the "perfect" woman excused herself on the account of needing to get used to calorie-dense MREs. A false reason to put off further eradication of her perfect figure.

The brunette quickly cleaned after herself and went back to the shower. Thin streams of hot water managed to soothe her a bit. However, every time soap-covered hands stumbled upon more apparent change to her, formerly, spotless body she felt a jab of anger. She clenched her teeth in annoyance when she washed her bulging, slightly reddened middle.

Miranda stopped the flow of water and carefully wiped it from herself. Once she was dry the operative exited the shower naked, still radiating heat. Quickly she located a fresh set of lingerie and put them on. Her bra felt just a little bit tighter, while her panties dug slightly deeper.

The brunette took a deep breath to calm herself and went to bed. The last task remained, she put a bit of cream on her hands and rubbed it into her overstuffed belly. The cool substance quickly brought a partial release from pain.

She was lying there for few seconds looking with disdain at her bloated middle. Miranda ate roughly twice what had used to be the volume of her main meal, and the caloric density of MRE was astronomical. But she knew that she was going to wake up hungry with all of her current cargo being thoroughly digested.

The former Cerberus put a quilt on herself and shut her eyes, hard. She had agreed to this, she had known what this plan would entail and it wasn’t even the most radical one. But just now exact consequences of what was to come were starting to sink in.

She, Miranda Lawson, the genetically perfect specimen of a human woman, with a body that put the majority of professional models to shame was going to become fat. She was in process of destroying one of her larger assets, her looks.

And Miranda Lawson hated it

***

Five days later
Undisclosed location

Elona’s eyes slowly opened, something had woke her from a nap. Soon she recognized the source of disturbance and clenched her teeth. Of course, who else it could be?

To “her” room entered pair of familiar and despised asari nurses with those infuriating smiles.

It wasn’t how things had supposed to go.

After that human bitch shot her and somehow found her log, where she reminisced her first glorious kill as Eclipse mercenary, she would had gotten several decades in prison. It was unfair, that vouls was nothing, and that made the maiden furious.

Still, it wasn’t enough to warrant a death sentence. She would play a nice, misguided maiden, maybe get cozy with wardens and she would have got out soon enough, for the good behaviour. Then she would find that gigantic pyjack and riddle her with bullets.

Then that offer from this medical company came. Even better, she would spend few years stoned in some cushy laboratory.

Instead those psychos put her in this room, kept giving her some bitter pills that weren’t working at all, and were treated her like some fucking balloon.

Furious she assumed a familiar position on her back, she didn’t even want those nurses to open her mouths. Even their welcomes made her want to smash their teeth in.

Elana wanted to shout, trash down this room, murder those two smiling bitches and everybody who worked with them.

But she allowed them to strap her to the bed and put a hose in her mouth.

The asari had already tried violence, becuse of something those psychos had done, she couldn’t use biotic and those nurses managed to overpower her, by some stroke of luck on their part. Finally, they had showed her that electrocuting her with a button was a thing.

The maiden face furrowed further when the nurse uncovered her stomach. Before joining Eclipse she had managed to develop a pretty sweet body, thin with a faint outline of muscles. Not that she needed them, despite what some idiot asari were saying, they had biotics, after all.

Now in the place of flat belly was a quite large gut that was starting to split into two folds. And Elana felt the rest of her body were softer as well. How much? She didn’t know, the maiden hadn’t examined herself or looked in the mirror in weeks.

The young asari felt like throwing up after watching what those freaks were doing to her body.

A thick substance moved through the hose. Soon it reached her stomach. It was a bizarre feeling, no chewing, no swallowing, but her stomach was being filled with heavy cream.

At first, it wasn’t so bad, the cream was filled her belly, quenching the ravenous hunger that always accompanied her after waking up.

However, it didn’t last. After several minutes Elana started to get full. Soon enough she was stuffed and then the worst came.

Her belly began pulsating with pain as far gut began stretching forward. And it wasn’t a stomach ache, no. Elana felt her skin and belly stretch trying to accommodate the accumulation of fattening sludge inside her. The soft organ became firm and then dangerously taut.

The maiden watched as infinitely slowly her middle grew. She saw as the belly darkened, the beginning of stretchmarks appearing on it. The asari felt its weight press her mercilessly to the bed.

After what felt like hours the machine stopped. Elana couldn’t help but stare at her middle. It shouldn’t be possible to make the stomach expand like that. What not a half-hour ago had been a beginner’s fat gut, was now a taut sphere, distended almost to a point of rupture. It was easily two feet larger in diameter than a medicine ball.

One would have thought Elana would have gotten used to it by now.

She hadn’t.

One of the nurses removed the tube from her and wiped her mouths, while the second one gently helped her to lay on the side.

The maiden was no longer able to focus on her anger. She was too exhausted, even though she hadn’t lifted a finger, a ripping pain from her over-gorged stomach wasn’t helping either.

Elana felt whatever cold shit they put on her belly to make the pain go away. As purpled surface was being covered, pain disappeared.

It was then when…

…

…Liara disabled the video feed with a flush on her face.

Goddess… Why did I watch it? Asked herself the young matron.

She didn’t know the answer. Since returning to the Broker’s base Liara had very little free time, however every time she did, that last part of the conversation with Tali crept to her mind.

Would Shepard like me to get even bigger?

It was quite mindboggling when she thought about it. The doctor was now very much adjusted to her current weight, even various inconveniences that come with it, that now she found charming. Even though the lack of support Shepard had been providing was becoming more and more apparent, but thanks to biotics and robots the doctor was managing, save for a few incidents. 

There was no more shame stemming from her large figure, no matter murmurs following her. Sometimes Liara even felt superiority/proudness(?) when looking at other asari or females of different species. They didn’t know the gentle softness enveloping her, the glorious enormity she possessed, the joy of unrestrained gluttony.

None of them would satisfy Shepard as Liara did.

And here was the crux of the matter. The young matron knew that the commander was deeply enthralled with her adipose-filled figure, much more so than with her former, thin one.

Yes, after the, admittedly surprisingly happy, ordeal with Tali, the doctor couldn’t deny that she saw the appeal in watching one gain weight or results of such process. The information broker was eagerly awaiting the effects of the commander care on their quarian. Whatever it was the effect of melds with Shepard, she didn’t know or care.

But Liara was already huge, she had never met an asari or a human woman as large as herself. Even with apparent lack of health concerns, biotics, and many amenities the doctor had already been experiencing many hurdles due to her adipose covered frame. The only saving grace was her height, but she had seen what shorter human females looked with similar weight.

Yet Elizabeth had asked to put on another 50 pounds.

The doctor had thought it was an erotic experiment, an excuse to pamper her as much as possible. Shepard's actions certainly hadn’t been discouraging this hypothesis. But, they weren’t confirming it, either.

Liara rubbed affectionately her round gut, it certainly wasn’t appreciating her putting off diner. When she had been waiting for the synthesizer to print food, the memory of conversation resurfaced once more and something prompted her to check on dr Ahum’s facility.

Asaris under hypnotic influences started to show now very apparent effects of conditioning. Their day is composed of eating to absolute limits, waiting for their body to digest their stomach content, repeating the process, and sleeping. Other activities happened but they were a background so to speak, not the main goal. All of them passed 200 pounds mark and were consequently growing bigger.

All maidens from the original apartment number two had been removed and placed into separate rooms. All of them had passed a 300 pounds mark, and three of them undergo a transformation into matron analogical to Liara's. They were being examined to gain more information about how increased body mass causes a maiden to reach the next stage and to ascertain eventual aftereffects of used stimulants. The only remaining maiden’s weight was being slowly increased in hopes to document the process, in detail, as it progressed.

Finally, Liara indulged in watching feeding a feeding procedure of Elona Loni, who despite being a recent addition to the faculty, was just a few pounds short of 250. Unlike other asari, she would remain in her current room, even after reaching the matron stage. Of course, Loni would be closely examined during and after this event, but the maiden's role was to help to determine how much, with what effects their biology handled adipose. She would be fattened until there was an apparent threat to her health and life.

The entire thing left Liara aroused and slightly lifted her spirits. However the thought of that idiotic, deranged maiden, Elona becoming even heavier than her was unexpectedly jarring.

That was pointless thought the young matron as she shut down the console.

Goddess. Is that how Tali felt when I talked with her. Admittedly I wanted her to be more open about the idea, but compared to me she is anorectic, a few more pounds will look great on her

Liara turned around and with a measured push of her chunky leg, she rolled herself to the dining table. It was another great human invention she recently uncovered, a chair with wheels. Of course, hers was custom made, accounted for her generous frame, and included few different amenities.

The doctor arrived, accompanied by her quivering flesh next to the table, already covered with various meals. When Liara had been on Illium she'd had renovated the Shadow Broker’s quarters to suit her( and Shepard, and Tali’s) needs. It included personal bots and the highest quality food synthesizers. While its version of known dishes tasted a bit off, Liara had already decided that it had been a good purchase.

It certainly allowed her to taste test meals she had never tried before. Today too, she had chosen a plethora of foods that the doctor found interesting. Of course, it was but an artificial substitute, but it would give her an idea of what to try later.

Liara was about to dig in, but a small fraction of her mind, which was somewhat resisting her gluttonous desires, remembered something.

There was this human term “mukbag” and those videos… reminded herself Liara as a purple blush reappeared. She brought down cutlery, despite increasing protests from her ravenous belly. She bit her lip, would she dare?

After a few seconds, she gestured to the bot to approach, with its help Liara lifted herself and disrobed from her dress, leaving only lingerie. Then the robot had positioned itself so its visor captured the fat asari upper body and full table before her.

The young matron was blushing furiously but she smiled.

Maybe I ought to remind Shepard what’s she’s missing. At worst I simply won’t send it and delete it.

The automaton started to record, Liara again grabbed cutlery in her chubby fingers and dug in. She managed to maintain an even, slow pace, despite her first instinct to start shoving food as quickly as possible. One, she wanted to test new dishes, two the commander was nowhere in sight to relieve her from the tiring task of moving her arms.

Liara ate, mostly pleased with, sometimes, quite exotic tastes. Rarely, she did stumble upon a dish with an unpleasant or borderline inedible taste. Those foods, the doctor ate faster, without breathing. Rich or not the doctor wasn’t one for wasting food.

Slowly, the incredible pit that was Liara’s stomach was being filled. The activity that used to be a little more than five minutes and but a chore when alone, was now a festival of gluttony. An array of different foods was happily disappearing between plump lips, while time was losing any meaning.

The act of devouring food was now a pleasure in itself, losing herself in ravenous hunger and appetite was almost orgasmic. Her belly just became full, but she continued as formerly soft surface started to become taut, and soon after it began pushing outward, while starting to ache. But any discomfort was drowned under pleasure and gluttony.

Besides Liara was an asari with a mission. She had to eat, eat as much as possible, the doctor had to grow bigger and softer for Shepard. The quicker the better... besides the sooner she reaches her goal the sooner she receives answers to her doubts.

As dirty, albeit empty, platters started to dominate the table and the asari’s arms were getting tired, the doctor’s manners deteriorated. She cared less about crumbs and droplets of various liquids smearing her face, dropping on her belly and breasts. The doctor simply had no energy to spare on those niceties, she did also had to fight against pressure building in her gargantuan middle. Lack of the commander during her lavish meals was the most apparent, but the asari wasn’t about to rely on robots to help her in this area, for now, that is.

At some point, she even abandoned the cutlery. Bigger pieces of meats, really any food that could be grabbed was directly transported by the doctor’s chubby hands, everything else was simply being poured into her eager mouth. Her entire body shook as she moved, especially the adipose enveloping her forearms jiggled as the food was shoveled inside her gullet.

When her stomach seemed to more than double in volume, several times tauter, but with still visible folds of fat at the sides, the last dish was eaten. Liara’s tired arms dropped to the stuffed middle. She began to fondly rub the stretched surface. Once the young matron regained some of her breath and composure she glanced at her body.

Liara ignored the remains of various food littering her body and admired the effects of her rampant gluttony with a faint smile.

How could anyone think it’s repulsive? How could I?

Truly, the only negative feeling the ex-archaeologist currently associated with her adipose was the original reason behind its growth

She pressed a little harder on her glutted belly and suddenly felt something moving up her throat.

“*bbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrpppp*”

The doctor covered her mouth and took notice of the robot, that had been staring at her the whole time. Liara's face turned purple, amidst her hunger-induced daze, the young matron had forgotten she was being recorded.

She ordered it to stop and bring her some moist towels. Once the doctor was mostly clean, with the help of automaton, she rose from the seat and carefully made her way to the work station, mindful of her heavy, swaying belly, still supported by the machine.

It wasn’t as versatile as her main station, but it did allow her to perform a majority of her duties while in a more private and homely environment. While the only person who could have walked on her in the office was Ferron, still she liked to have an area that was only hers.

The young matron downloaded the robot’s recording while she started with her duties. Soon with a blush on her face and biting her lip Liara watched it. She still didn’t believe she had decided to recorded herself like that, but there was no doubt in her mind.

Shepard will love it decided the doctor but still hesitated whatever send the recording or not. However, it did reinforce her assumption.

I’m already very large, I’ll be even more so with the remaining pounds. There is no way Shepard will find it suitable for me to gain more, she may even ask me to lose some thought Liara. Did she believe it? – that was another matter altogether.

***

A week later
The Citadel’s spaceport, The Normandy SR-2, third deck, 

Tali walked slowly, she had just exited the main battery, after a talk with Garrus. That entire mess with Sidonis was awful, but their sniper seemed to be a much better state of mind, calmer. Even with the traitor walking away alive. It was also clear that earlier talk with Shepard helped as well.

For a moment, Tali felt resurfacing urge to reassure Thane, she had heard about his son but decided against it. She had nothing against the assassin, he was very polite, kind even, but the quarian had no idea what she was supposed to say in this case. Tali wasn’t as bashful as when she entered the original Normandy, she simply didn’t have Shepard’s oratory skills.

She sat by one of the tables and opened her omnitool, summoning files she needed. The engineer was being extra careful, there were few issues that she needed to talk over with Miranda and she didn’t want to open something irreverent because of fever.

Tali was a bit ill during the last days, but it wasn’t discouraging her, quite opposite in fact. It was the first time, her health concerns were a sign of something positive. The Zorah heiress was slowly getting used to Shepard’s microbiology.

They couldn’t do it sooner, elements of human and asari biology together, even with maximum precautions, could easily kill her. But alone, with the commander?

Of course, they still were extremely careful, Elizabeth wasn’t quarian and didn’t live in a sterile environment. However, Tali already could withstand being bare next to the tall woman with much less assistance.

Tali fidgeted a little at the reminder of Shepard’s affective behavior and realized that the seat had a bit more cushion than it had used to.

Aaaaaaan there’s that… thought the quarian with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

She still hadn’t confronted Elizabeth about her habit of overfeeding her. It wasn’t to say the commander's hand feed her, well not always, but she always made sure Tali gorged herself almost to point of bursting. The new suit made it significantly less uncomfortable, but now her meals consisted of those delicious, calorie-rich MREs. Just to avoid anxiety, the quarian had disabled a scale feature in her suit.

Tali was about done when she felt somebody hug her from behind, somebody much taller. Even with cables and tubes connecting her helmet to the rest of the equipment, the quarian could feel large, firm orbs pressing on her.

“Hello, beautiful. What are you doing outside of your mechanical kingdom?” greeted Shepard with a wide smile on her pale face.

The commander changed a bit physically. While a red glow emanated from her eyes as strongly as ever and flashes of hellish light were visible under her pale skin every now and then, the crack-like scars/wounds had disappeared. It was Liara who had founded and had installed a new device in medbay for this purpose with the doctor. Chakwas's blessing. The commander would never have installed it on her own.

“Hmph, I don’t spend my entire time in engineering” replied Tali with mocked anger.

“Of course not, you also sleep and eat in our quarter” added Elizabeth with a chuckle and sat next to her. Tali felt a jolt of happiness at the “our” part.

“You wish. Anyway, I just talked to Garrus and I need to speak with Miranda about a few changes to maintenance procedures” answered the quarian. Shepard nodded.

“I need to have words with her, too. We should go together, our XO could be grumpy after her fainting spell”

“Fine, but I could handle her,” said Tali with crossed arms and a slightly offended posture.

Seeing as most of the crew had noticed a change in Miranda, including the Cerberus’s moles, saw requesting smaller portions from Gardner(also a mole), it had been decided to take a step farther with their plan. When on the Citadel, the brunette had fainted with no apparent reason. She had undergone a thought medical examination and was now confined to the Normandy as the diagnosis was being formed.

Despite, Tali’s dislike for the “cheerleader”, she had to admire the lengths Miranda was willing to go for her sister.

“So…”

Shepard stood up.

“…are we going?”

Tali left the chair, but one thing had been bugging her after her conversation with Garrus.

“Shepard, why did you let that turian, Sidonis go free? A good excuse or not it’s not like you”

The commander paused, her expression suddenly serious.

“I didn’t care, if he lives or dies, perhaps he even deserved a bullet. But, It wasn’t about him, only Garrus”

The human’s head turned, green eyes with red glow looked into luminescent ones.

“You know him, he fixates. I needed to make sure he can let go, not to smear walls with every idiot that crosses him. We already have me and Grunt for that. Besides, I didn’t let Sidonis walk away free, even if he doesn’t crack, he’ll soon have C-SEC on him on account of some very serious charges” explained the commander, shortly.

“I see” said Tali, she didn’t inquire further. They resumed walking, they waited a few seconds before the office.

The duo entered it and the door firmly locked after them. The sight inside surprised Tali.

Miranda sat behind the desk surrounded by wrappers of various MREs, both full and empty ones. It was the first time the quarian saw her in something else than her skin-tight catsuit. Instead, she wore a classical, human, business suit in her colours.

Well… it definitely less tight than this suit of hers mused Tali. They had clearly interrupted the fattening meal.

The brunette face, marred with a small smear of nutrient paste, betrayed her foul mood, and when she noticed the engineer, it visibly worsened.

“What is she doing here” asked Miranda with barely hidden anger.

“We both have few matters to talk about with you. Is there a problem?” said Shepard calmly, but seriously. The operative closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“No, sorry. You just didn’t come on the best moment, but I just finished. Let’s just get it over with” answered the brunette and took a more dignified posture. Shepard gestured to Tali, so she started. For ten minutes they talked about a changes necessary to keep the improved Normandy up and running. However, it was clear the whole time, that the former Cerberus operative suffered due to her painfully full stomach.

Meanwhile, the commander inspected the container, that the quarian recognized as of Liara’s company origin.

“I think that’s all from me. Shepard?” said Tali after they finished. The tallest woman turned to them.

“I checked with Karin and Mordin, same witch our bugs and intelligence reports from Liara. As far as they're concerned, we’re in the clear. As far as we can tell TIM and his lackeys suspect no foul play. Now you have to only act according to the script with occasional reports from medical” informed Shepard. Miranda grimaced.

“Yes, I have only to turn myself into a beached whale” growled the operative. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

“I know that’s far from ideal, but aren’t you exaggerating, that’s far from the worst that could happen. Besides, you just need to get to look unattractive to that jackass of your father,” said Sheppard calmly. Miranda shot her a furious glance.

"Thanks to this plan of yours and your ex’s food in a span of weeks I gained enough weight for it to be noticeable for the crew. Shepard, I don’t fit in my uniform” accused the brunette in low voice, almost through the teeth. The few incidents from last days made her blood boil, the only upside was that Jack seemed to avoid her since their talk.

The only change in the commander's expression was a raised eyebrow.

“That was the idea, Miranda. You knew what you were in for, at this point, it would be wasteful, if not risky to stop. You need to stop thinking about it as some monstrous transformation. You'll look just fine, just bigger” said Shepard in a peaceful voice and glanced at the crate.

“And aren’t you downsizing those meals of yours? According to Liara’s…”

“Listen Shepard” interrupted angry Miranda with hands squeezing the armrest hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.

“You have no business in how much I eat and T’Soni has no right to spy on me. I’m not going to stuff myself like turkey with that infernal food for your satisfaction. And I don’t care that your crush on that fat asari makes you think hogs are attractive, other people aren’t so delusional. Unlike you, I don’t have some naïve xeno to fuck, while drowning in self-pity. You aren’t the one destroying her body!” Miranda nearly shouted with fury.

Anger and frustration accumulated during last week’s finally boiled over. Miranda was a successful, professional agent, a genetically-engineered perfectionist, but she was still human. The brunette had touchy subjects, her deteriorating looks were one she had no experience with. Besides, she didn’t have to pretend before Shepard, right?

However, Miranda seemed to forget who the commander was. Shepard may have been always trying to resolve matters with words, she allowed her subordinates their opinions, to be lax outside missions. But Miranda had forgotten that at the end of the day Sheared was a ruthless avatar of carnage, or rather had been before her death. Now the human-shaped being was an unspeakably more terrifying entity, even if even she didn’t realize it.

The entire anger dissipated from Miranda when this happened. One second Shepard was standing more than two meters away from her, the second she was leaning over her. The pale face seemed perfectly calm, but implants seemed to be in the process of burning through skin, green in the eyes was completely consumed by hellish light. The presence, pressure oozing from the blood-haired being before Miranda, was preventing her from moving, barely letting her breathe.

Miranda suddenly felt the urge to crawl in the deepest, darkest hole she could find.

“I… like you, Miranda, despite your attitude, I like you. I understand the desire to free oneself from the shackles of somebody else grand designs. I commend your determination in that goal and your dedication to Oriana”

Shepard spoke slowly, very clearly pronouncing every syllable, but her voice was low and seemed to be just a step further from turning into a growl.

“I’m able to stand your superior attitude, your babbling about your perfection and daddy issues. Nobody’s perfect and ultimately you’re an extremely competent operative and a good sister. Hell, you even came clear with Jack as I asked”

Miranda had trouble breathing, she didn’t understand. Why every word from the towering figure seemed like a death omen. Teeth… 

Why Shepard’s teeth were so sharp? Miranda had spent months rebuilding her, they had no right to be this sharp.

“I choose to trust you, one of TIM’s most trusted operatives, I took a considerable risk, I still do. But now you moan about putting on few pounds on your perfect body, despite it being part of the plan to protect your sister. You do realize I could stonewall any operations that may cause information about your defection to reach Cerberus?”

Miranda was perfectly still. The commander's face was starting to betray her fury, sharp teeth were getting barer and barer.

“The worst of all you started talking about things that you have no idea about and your little perfect head cannot understand. And I will not have it. No”

Shepard closed her eyes for a second, she seemed to cool off a little, then she turned her head to Tali.

“Tali, could you please hand me the big tube with nutrient paste. You know, the one for long ops” said the blood-hired woman unexpectedly calmly, but with well-hidden strain.

“Um?” asked the quarian unintelligibly. The engineer had been standing still, completely stunned into silence. She had no idea what had been happening or what to do.

“Paste, please” repeated Shepard flatly.

“Ah.. yes” answered anxiously Tali and scrambled toward the container with MRE. Meanwhile, Miranda managed to partially shake off her stupor.

“Shepard, what are you…”

The brunette abruptly paused when she realized something wrong. She glanced downward and swore. Her arms were tightly tied to the chair with omnicuffs. 

When did she…?

“Since you’re behaving like a spoiled child, I’ll treat you as one” replied as she opened the tube. Miranda paled a little, it was one of the large ones, almost a half-liter of thick, fattening paste and she was already more than full.

“You won’t da…”

In split second Shepard grabbed the operative’s mouth and crammed the tube inside with the remaining hand. It went deep, Miranda’s teeth were biting on the main, wide coups of the tube.

The eyes with a red flame inside locked with Miranda’s.

“Don’t try anything, perfect woman or not, I’ll react much faster” warned Shepard and squeezed. 

Imminently her mouth was being filled with salty substance. Miranda had no choice but to start swallowing or else she would choke. It felt a lot like drowning, but with a tasty substance that was just a little less thick than butter. Every gulp was accompanied by a jolt of pain in her middle, that was pushed farther and farther out by paste sliding down her gullet.

The commander was relentless, she was giving the brunette barely enough time to swallow. Miranda felt sweat build on her body as she struggled to eat and an agonizing pressure grew.

But when the tube width was reduced to mere millimeters, under Shepard’s powerful hands, Miranda took the last gulp, and soon after, an empty container was taken from her mouth.

The brunette abruptly coughed for air, several fat droplets escaped from her mouth. She was breathing hard for several seconds, trying to compose herself, but every breach brought pain from her stuffed belly. Miranda felt like she could vomit at any second, but by now she knew drugs she had received were preventing it.

“Here” said the commander handing her a piece of paper towel, at this moment the operative her arms were no longer constrained. She ripped apart the towel away from the taller woman's hands.

“You're sick” spat Miranda as she cleaned herself. Shepard shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure, that’s the reason you resurrected me” replied the commander without a care in the world.

“You did this just because I badmouthed your girlfriend” accused the operative. With lightning speed a pale hand grabbed hers.

“Careful”

A shadow of now-familiar fear washed over the brunette.

“Yes, that's why. You’re are entitled to your own opinions, but I will not have you vocalizing them in the case of Liara and Tali. That’s the only and last warning” said Shepard in that low voice and slowly released her.

“Also seeing as you aren’t treating this seriously enough, because of your vanity. As I said that operation was organized on your request and increases risks of deconspiration. Now it’s too late to back down, so either you do your part or I’ll make sure you deliver”

Shepard straightened herself, her features softened, implants dimmed. She turned to quarian, who seemed to turn into stone while watching the entire exchange.

“Let’s go Tali. I think it’s time for your herbal supplements” said the muscular woman in a soft voice, which was a startling contrast to it from seconds earlier. Luminescent eyes blinked.

“Yes, that’s… about right” said the quarian little breathlessly and followed the commander to the door. Just once she paused and glanced back at Miranda, before exiting.

The “perfect” woman sat still for over a minute. Then she sent a command to EDI to maintain lockdown on her door. Carefully, not to anger her nearly bursting belly she went to bed.

With the last bit of strength, she unbuttoned her jacket and shirt to unravel, the reddened, pulsing surface of her belly and proceed to cream it. Miranda didn't have even enough energy to thing about damage to her waistline.

Once substance brought release and adrenaline from confrontation with predator clothed in human skin, were disappearing she began to fall into a food coma. Miranda had absolutely no more strength to deal with it all.

Chapter Text

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

“I see”

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

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

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

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

Still, the engineer had some doubts.

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

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

“Yes, I suppose that could prompt this response”

“Huh?”

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

“No offensive Liara, but everybody knows that”

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

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

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

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

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

“Device?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tali… are you jealous?”

The quarian blinked, her mind going blank.

“Eh… no, of course not”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And feed” added Liara. Tali looked up.

“I wouldn’t go that far”

Liara gave her a strange look but nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You…" stated angrily the brunette.

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

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

“However…” said the commander noticeably softer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miranda took a few deep breaths.

“Fine”

Sheppard only nodded.

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

“Excuse me?” exclaimed Miranda in shock.

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

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

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

The commander appeared next to her with all the equipment.

Miranda lied down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She tried to grab and pull the tube out.

That was a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll see you later”

And with that, she exited XO’s quarters.

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

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

“Fuck”

***

Three days later
Captain’s quarters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she couldn’t kill Miranda for reasons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The commander immediately noticed the engineer and smiled at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

Hagalaz atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She should take it back to the fridge, but…

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

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

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

“*BBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP*”

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

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

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

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

What about her ever climbing weight?

I can always lose it if I overshoot

***

The Normandy’s engineering deck, Over a week later

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

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

…which couldn’t be said for other engineers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Tali hated how hot it was for her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now what??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really need to talk to Shepard.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The screen blinked and showed…Liara?

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

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

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

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

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

“Keelah…”

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

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

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

“What…What’s this su…”

“Ssshhh” interrupted Shepard softly.

“Watch there’s more”

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

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

Another, some thick soup.Yet another - dumplings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tali blinked.

“Lifestyle? But…” 

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

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

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

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

Looking at her, Tali felt very small and fragile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl, now don’t hold back” whispered the spectre like a demon of seduction(as if they were something so pathetic) as she placed more dishes before her lover and rubbed her in various areas.

Under Shepard’s eye, Tali was speeding up. She kept stuffing herself with food, almost too fast for her to swallow. The quarian’s mind didn’t even register what she was eating, it was too focused on following the demands of the entity looming over her.

The bags were consequently emptied, but Tali, unfortunately, didn’t have quite the experience Liara, or even Miranda, had when it comes to feasting. Even with aid of chemicals, the quarian hit her limit much earlier than either of those.

Still, the commander appeared to be quite pleased when looking at her lover. The engineer’s belly distended considerably, roughly to the height of handball, in few places acquiring purplish-red tint. The poor quarian was panting heavily, seemingly still in the trance.

The spectre took a bottle of cream from the smallest bag and began putting it on a stuffed belly. Tali gasped from contact with the cold substance, however as the massage progressed her deep breach started to resemble moans.

The quarian couldn’t help herself. Whatever Shepard was putting on her was taking care of unpleasant feelings and made this strange warmth spread through her. The pale fingers dancing on her sensitive skin, with a surprising amount of skill, only fueled the fire.

Once Shepard finished, she wiped her hand, cleaned all the containers, and took care of all crumbles on the bed, using a small, handheld vacuum. In the end, she even cleaned her lover’s hands and face.

“I think it’s a nice start. And since you were such an obedient girl, I think you deserve another treat” purred the blood-haired humanoid.

At this moment Tali felt familiar fingers in her core. She yelped but was quickly silenced by the commander’s lips. It was a good move seeing as the volume of moans that followed would surely wake the rest of the ship.

***

A little over a week later
The Normandy SR-2, approaching Aite
XO’s quarters

Miranda felt like gritting her teeth and rip out her locks out but was too weary with the situation so she only sighed. The operative had just finished her massive meal and was waiting for the commander to come with the dreaded equipment. Meanwhile, she was inspecting the damage done to her body during the last weeks.

Whatever was in those meals, they made her blow up like a balloon. Once an example of (supposedly) perfection, she was now approaching the weight of 250 pounds. Though the brunette had to hand it to T’Soni, whatever cream she had provided to the former Cerberus to put on her skin, it prevented strechmarks, that would unavoidably appear otherwise.

Her belly, months ago resembling a board with an outline of muscles, now looked like a meaty pillow, already looking ready to split into two separate, thick rolls. However, now the majority of her gain seemed to focus on her curves. Her breasts were already overflowing her bra, and it wasn’t one of her original ones, no. Miranda had been forced to borrow lingerie from the commander, seeing as the tall woman had used to be easily the most curvaceous female aboard. Hell, nothing in her wardrobe, at least nothing appropriable, fit. The operative was forced to wear general Cerberus uniforms, at least until they reach civilization.

However, it was clear that, unlike Shepard whose even the softest parts seemed to be made from firm meat, Miranda’s own curves were much softer. Although she had to admit her perfect genetics were making an admirable job of fighting off against gravity and keeping everything tight. It was both a relief and a slap to the face.

Same with her bottom. The operative’s bottom could be soon hailed as the biggest on the ship, if not for Zorah, who started putting on pounds and it was clear that almost all of it was going to her ass and legs.

Of course, the rest of her body followed the suit. Her legs, especially thighs, widened, upper limbs softened as well.

The perfect Miranda Lawson has bingo wings the thought was making her want to laugh and cry simultaneously.

Her face, already adorned by rounded cheeks was clearly affected by extra pounds, but not extremely so. The operative was relieved second chin hadn’t visibly formed.

Hardly an upside, seeing as it’s only a matter of time before I develop it. And why is the quarian blowing up? Is this because of Shepard, but why… no

Miranda shook her head cutting the train of thought and opened a recently viewed file on a console and swept the remaining wrappers. It didn’t matter, especially considering opportunities provided by Shepard and T’Soni. Thanks to asari’s contacts and her own knowledge about Cerberus, she managed to gather an incredible amount of information about it.

The brunette closed her eyes. She understood the need for sacrifices, but the lengths to which the Illusive Man was willing to go were… unacceptable.

At that moment the commander entered the room. They exchanged brief pleasantries and got to the matter at hand.

Clenching her fists, Miranda allowed Shepard to put a tube inside her throat. As much as she hated it, the brunette had accepted that it was the best course of action. Besides she couldn’t stop the spectre if she tried to.

The commander grabbed the jug with a fattening concoction and…

“THE FUCK!!!”

The commander and the brunette glanced at the source of the noise. A few meters from the entrance was standing a familiar, bald, tattooed, and almost naked, woman with a look of disgust on her face.

I forgot about lockdown realized Miranda with terror. She wanted to shout but the hose inside her prevented that.

Jack looked ready to bolt from the room, but Shepard was quicker. The tallest female activated the lockdown via her omnitool.

“Let me the fucking out Shepard! Whatever kinky shit you and tubby are into, I…!”

“YOU need to shut up” interrupted the blood-haired woman, swimmingly teleporting next to the convict.

“Now, you’re going sit down and remain quiet while we finish. Is that clear?”

“Like FU…”

“IS THAT CLEAR” repeated Shepard, she didn’t shout. But her voice felt like it had some terrible force behind it.

Jack grumbled but sat down with crossed arms. The spectre walked back to Miranda and continued like nothing had just happened.

The brunette wanted her to stop, make Jack go away, but by now she knew better than argue with the commander when she was in a such mood.

Instead, they proceeded like normal, Shepard began pouring the fattening cream inside her stomach. Unlike other instances, they were being entertained by various profanities muttered by the tattooed female.

Minutes later, when Miranda’s belly felt ready to burst, the commander pulled the hose away from her mouth. The operative was still catching her batch when Elizabeth finished cleaning and applying balm to her belly.

The pale woman straightened herself and glanced and Jack.

“I’m going to go planetside and I need to prepare. I trust that Miranda can explain everything, and you'll both behave in a civilized and discrete manner” informed the commander in tone dryer than drells homeworld and simply walked out.

The former Cerberus glared at the convict.

“Later” whizzed Miranda and pointed angrily at the door.

Jack’s face was cross between grimace and disbelief.

“Fuck. This. Shit”

 She abruptly stood up and angrily waving her arms the convict ran out of the office.

As much as she hated it, Miranda couldn’t deny the accuracy of her unwanted guest's comment.

***

Meanwhile
Captain’s quarters

Tali was doing the last adjustments to her omnitool’s and suit’s software. Thanks to what little TIM disclosed and (mostly) intelligence prepared by Miranda they had an idea of what they were heading into.

Hijacked geths – Tali decided to take every precaution. She may be a resident expert on automatons, but there was no telling what Cerberus and that VI did to them. The quarian preferred to avoid any surprises.

Like having several liters of goo forced into my throat thought the quarian with annoyance and hint of resignation. Last week had felt like drifting through an asteroid field with full speed and no power. No control, even if they settled into some bizarre routine.

Shepard kept her word and, somehow made sure that almost everything in Tali’s life resolved or included eating. When the commander was available, she always made sure meals were private and left the quarian on the verge of exploding. Admittedly, Shepard rarely did feed the shorter woman, instead, with tender words and touches, made sure Tali stuffed herself.

Other aspects of her life weren’t unaffected. The blood-haired woman decided to take full advantage of the quarian's suit’s features. At every opportunity, she refueled the tank with paste so her lover’s belly could be filled at any moment.

Tali could now, partially, control the flow of the substance, but after some time without vocal communication on her part, it started automatically. Of course, the commander dialed down the neuro-stim, so it didn’t get in the way, but the module was active every time the quarian was eating.

And that was the crux of the matter. Every meal, normal or automated, was starting to seriously blur together with pleasure. Her sadistic lover sometimes called her on private line during such feedings to further fuel her arousal.

What’s worse it wasn’t just simple physical stimulation or dirty talk. No, it was much worse. Shepard played on her deepest desires, dare she admit, her kinks. The commander provided warmth, feeling of safety, love, but expected obedience and if necessary made Tali obey.

There was no pain involved, neither woman found pleasure in it. However, the spectre proved read to pin down her lover or tie her down to have her way. And the quarian woman was more than happy to completely surrender herself to the powerful woman's mercy.

That’s why Tali couldn’t… no she could. That’s why Tali didn’t actually want to stop the commander’s actions. That’s why she kept eating, gorging, and letting herself be fed.

Such a lifestyle wasn’t without consequences. Quarian’s as a race didn’t have especially high energy requirements. They had used to need a little fewer calories than humans, but after centuries of poverty, their bodies learned to function with even less. If the current onslaught of fattening foods continued Tali would soon enough catch up to Miranda, who as a human biotic, needed much more fuel to function.

The fact that Shepard relished every new pound on the poor engineer frame wasn’t helping either.

A signal from her omnitool interrupted the philosophical debate.

Tali’s face furrowed, it was the secure line. Not from Liara, but still using serious encryption.

She routed it to the console and entered security codes. Soon on the display appeared the face of asari. Tali knew her if only briefly, that expressionless face belonged to Liara’s head commando, Eristena.

“Miss Zorah. I’m sorry, but there matter that may require your attention. Are you familiar with a quarian female going by the name Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya?” asked the muscular asari going straight to the point.

“Mmm...Yes. Not too well, she was older by two years, but we met a few times, mostly when we were younger. I only know that her family didn’t hear from her in over two years, but that’s about it. Sorry, but what's it about?” said the chubby quarian with interest. Indeed, as far as she heard the woman in question was another quarian lost during the pilgrimage.

“We have a highly seated Eclipse member, Cerithia T'mivus that wants to retire and offered us invaluable data in exchange for help. She is supposedly cooperating with Naenn, but nobody saw the quarian. As a conitionton to even begin talks T'mivus asked for confirmation that you work with us and asked to relay the question for this purpose. If the answer is satisfactory, the matron is willing to start cooperation. While the situation is suspicious, certain data from her and Lady T’Soni’s intel seem to reinforce her credibility. If T'mivus claims are true, we could get in possession of materials allowing to control Eclipse or even absorb them altogether” explained the commando with a plain face, but it was huge. If Liara’s organization could gain Eclipse resources…?

“I understand. So the message is…?” asked the engineer.

“I quote ”From who did we three steal smeek from and whose idea it was?” said Eristena with a perfectly bland face. The innocent question imminently brought up an embarrassing, childhood memory Tali thought to be long buried.

“First of all, we didn’t steal, we just took compensation. That bosh’tet Shana kept taking our fruit portions. Second, it was my idea” almost shouted the flushed quarian.

“I see. I’ll pass it along” corners of asari’s mouth seemed to twitch as she replied, but overall she remained unfazed.

“Ahem, of course. If it’s really Zoma, please inform me. I’ll pass the information to her family. And be careful” said Tali, composing herself.

“Of course, ma’am” replied Eristean and cut the connection.

Tali leaned on the chair, deep in thought. She placed her hand on her thickened belly and rubbed it.

Keelah… I wonder if Liara’s also have to deal with such a mess?

***

Hagalaz atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

 Around the same time

“*BURP*”

A small burp ripped the air in the base main control room, followed by a small slapping sound.

The source of the sound disturbance was an unusual asari in the middle of the room. Unusual because she took space that normally would be reserved for at least two average asari.

It was nothing strange really, seeing as Liara, easily outweighed three average members of her species put together.

The young matron was half-sitting, half-lying in a special, large, hi-tech armchair that comfortably supported her bulk and possessed various useful features. Liara was wearing rather strange for an asari outfit: a, clearly, human-made, dress trousers, and a plain loose shirt, all of it big, stretchy, and comfortable. But even those garments weren’t able to hide’s their over’s figure, then again they weren’t supposed to.

Outline of large, surpassing in size a melon, breasts supported by clack bra. Forearms transformed into tight bingo wings, which were tightly surrounded by short sleeves. A beautiful, round belly, too big to be fully contained by the shirt and was pouring over the asari’s crotch and at its lowest parts sparingly marred by adorable dimples. The armchair’s footstool supported meaty, swelled with fat legs, whose thighs were wider than Liara’s waist three years ago. Belly and legs were connected by wide hips, from which sprouted, currently covered, large buttocks that were the size of the ripest pumpkins. Her face was affected little, relatively, fat covered her cheekbones and rounded features. Under the face was a sizable layer of fat that had to yet form a second chin. The ever-shrinking neck took the appearance of a thin fold that connected the head to the wide, upper area of the torso.

The doctor was surrounded by displays and keyboards, arrogated in a way that gives her access to everything with minimal movement. Of course, Liara had also an easy reach for various snacks ranging from chips and donuts to fruits and vegetables.

Currently, only one hand, which fingers were starting to resemble sausages, was typing. The second one, after patting her dutifully digesting stomach, was placing an elastic straw into Liara’s mouth, to give her access to a large supply of a coffee-flavored shake.

The young matron was in a good mood. She had gotten the hang of her new position and the majority of her core projects and activities were going well. What’s more, in the last few days, she could allow herself a more relaxed environment. Normally Liara cut down on snacking, wore a dress, and behaved herself in a more official manner on the account of Ferron.

The drell, now physically good health, had taken off to establish an emergency base. Additionally, it would do him well to mingle amongst normal people after months in confinement. He needed it

While the doctor had quite a few reservations about it, but she took all security measures and decided that she may as well use that opportunity.

So the dress remained in the wardrobe, in its place the doctor wore her current clothes. Official posture was replaced by the most comfortable position the asari could find.

Most importantly, occasional snacks had become a stream of tasty treats, constantly going down her throat. Liara adored stuffing her face with various delicacies and she kept her belly full to the brim.

Further surrender to her gluttonous urges wasn’t without consequences. Those last days the young matron could practically feel herself getting heavier.

And that too was bringing her quite a bit of excitement.

Well… I probably just imaging things, though I surely gained some weight mused the asari as she grabbed the hole-less daunt with filling or, as Shepard called those,“pączek”.

Goddess, I wish Shepard was here

In some ways, the current separation was even worse. After all, the commander was alive and well only their duties stopped them from spending time together. That brief time back on Illium was great, it felt like what could be if there were no Shadow Broker or Reapers. And besides missing domestic bliss, Liara knew that Shepard would enthusiastically celebrate and worship every new fold, dimple, and new inch of fat on her body. The young matron didn’t know how much had changed during those weeks as she had promised to wait at the commander to check it, but the doctor knew she was fatter.

Then there was Tali…

The doctor still had somewhat mixed feelings about this arrangement, but by the Goddess, the quarian approach the subject with gusto. The engineer didn’t appear to be bothered by her flabbier body, she even seemed to find it attractive.

At least, the former pilgrim actions in bed seemed to indicate so...

Liara wondered how she would look if Tali put on a few pounds. Speaking of…

The doctor licked the frosting from her fingers, second hand already summoning file. During her sleep, the obese asari received an encrypted, but low-priority file from Shepard. She summoned her file.

“By the Goddess” exclaimed the doctor and her cheeks turned purple. Inside was several pictures of her quarian friend. Nothing explicit but still quite… stimulating.

There were two exceptional ones. The first one showed Tali asleep with a beautiful belly distended with food. The second image had captured the back of the quarian, focusing on her magnificent bottom.

Liara, who had gotten quite well acquainted with that pair of those, fairly magnificent, buttocks, could, with certainty, say that they had grown by a quite significant, lovely margin.

The doctor licked her suddenly dry lips and read a short message.

“Thanks for the equipment” and kissy-face.

I wasn’t terribly subtle with it, was I? But those pounds do look great on Taliand Shepard agrees. I do wonder how bit she’ll get…

Liara closed the file and popped a piece of candied, thessian, fruit into her mouth.

She'll examine those photographs more closely, later… in bed.

Chapter Text

Two days later
XO’s office

Miranda typed on the console looking for useful data. While Shepard and her team were managing down at Aite, the situation was dangerous, to say the least. There was no telling what else this “Overlord” had in store for them. How this situation had been allowed to happen, was a rabbit hole down which the brunette didn’t want to go into for now.

The ex-Cerberus heard the door’s opening and grimaced for a second. It was none other than Jack.

The tattooed woman had an expression clearly stating that she would prefer being anywhere but that office, however the convict kept walking.

Miranda took a deep breath and assumed as neutral pose as she could force herself.

“Jack, to what do I owe the pleasure ” asked the operative and her voice almost wasn’t dripping with sarcasm.

The convict stopped before her desk and crossed her arms with a snort.

“Bite me, cheerleader. Unless you’re too busy munching on fast food” mocked Jack.

The brunette felt her temper rising, but refused to take the bait. She stared at the thin woman in silence.

“…fine bitch. I wanted to talk about what you gave me” begrudgingly explained the bald female.

“I suspected as much. Sit down and I…”

“And what the hell, happened last time with Shepard?!” exploded Jack and slammed down her hands on the desk.

The heavier woman managed to squash her mighty desire to slam the degenerate across the room.

“Sit down. And then I will answer” said Miranda carefully through her teeth. Jack snorted, but sat down on a nearest chair and crossed her arms.

“So… what the fuck happened when I was there last time? I thought it was some freaky foreplay, but you clearly got no action. Besides it’s not like you need more food tubby” asked the tattooed woman, still mocking. Miranda closed her eyes for a second, she felt exploding at any second.

“Do you want an explanation or not? Because I’m perfectly happy sitting here in silence” replayed the brunette. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“*tsk*…fine cheerleader, don’t get your panties twisted. I’ll be proper”

Miranda calmed herself, somewhat, and in short, simple words she explained the operation to further secure Oriana from their father. The operative explained laughs and mockery, but Jack just looked like she just ate a lemon.

“So you’ve been eating like a pig to help cheerleader junior? But what it got to do with Shepard making you into a balloon?” asked the convict. 

“To answer the first question – in general, yes. Shepard has been… helping me use the eternity of my stomach capability, which is hard on my own” Miranda explained begrudgingly.

“You just said, you got a shitload of drugs from Shep’s ex for that” pointed Jack with squinted eyes.

“Yes, but those can have prolonged and strong effects. There’s no point risking that” replied Miranda with annoyance. She really didn’t want to drag this topic further.

“So you want to make your daddy angry, but you’re don’t want to fatten this blow-up doll body you got from him. You’re making about as much sense like always, Miranda” commented Jack and snickered.

The brunette was about to bark something off but stopped herself in track. That degenerate did have a… point(?)

“*Ahem* For what reason you came in for originally. Because I doubt you wanted about my dietary habits” Miranda changed the subject.

“I want to know why you, the Illusive Fuck's right hand decided to work for Shepard. I don’t believe that you just suddenly grow conscience” said Jack strongly.

Miranda didn’t want to explain this, but she did. This time the brunette did receive laughter.

“…haha…they fucked you. They fucked you good. Haha…”

Miranda listened to laughter mixed with various profanities for a minute before interrupting.

“Do you want anything else or can I return to doing something productive?” asked the annoyed operative.

The bald woman managed to stifle her laugh but still spotted a satisficed, mocking grin.

“Hell yeah, I do. But I’m gonna get smashed after what I heard. Bye princess” replied Jack and, indeed, in good mood, left the supposed XO.

Miranda wasn’t in good mood but was relieved that the despicable female was away. The brunette, with the effort(she still wasn’t used to extra plush on her body), bent down to retrieve a bottle of Bourbon. Soon she was sipping from the glass.

She sat in silence for a minute or so. Despite her dislike for the convict, Miranda was forced to accept that Jack's flaws weren’t entirely her fault.

After the glass shoved bottom, the operative stood up and activated the mirror. There was one thing, that Jack had said, which kept resurfacing in her mind. 

She removed the top of the generic Cerberus uniform and looked at her reflection. Despite recent changes, Miranda intellectually knew that she was still about attractive as most women, save for those with the deepest case of fatphobia. 

The brunette was no one’s slave or puppet her mind was her own. However, she had been painfully reminded that her appearance, which she so diligently maintained was a monument to Henry Lawson's vanity and ego.

The operative clenched her teeth and frowned. From the hidden compartment, she picked a small container. Inside was a set of various drugs and detailed information’s about them.

Miranda read it, again, and picked few vials. She checked the hour. Good, the mealtime was approaching.

The XO glanced down at her swollen breasts. When she had weighted herself the day before Miranda had learned she had passed 250 pound threshold. The operative archived it just within few months, despite her strong reluctance and status as a biotic. Surely, with an improved approach, she could hasten the process.

You wanted a perfect daughter, father? Oh, I’ll make sure, that by end of this mission you won’t be able to look at me, let alone think reclaiming Oriana

***

Three days later

Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

Tali finished drying herself and carefully put on her suit. She exited the bathroom, disabled the field inside before heavily seating herself on the chair by the desk. The quarian informed Shepard that she was available via omnitool and leaned on the piece of furniture.

Last days had been horrible, nightmarish even. She, a quarian, had been in a base where a xenophobic, terrorist organization developed a homicidal VI that had been out of control. VI, that had been in control of geths, machines that had almost led her people to extinction.

Fun times all around.

After return, the commander had told Tali to go rest while she handled Archer siblings and most sensitive materials. The engineer didn’t know how Shepard managed to continue to function, but at the time she had been too tired to argue.

Tali sighed and checked the time. A curse followed, she had been asleep for many hours. Not unexpected, but she was angry for her lack of assistance.

The purple-skinned woman checked the console and realized that “radio” silence had been canceled. She had received several messages, but one caught her attention. A notification from Eristena, apparently Zoma was alive and healthy. But it also mentioned that were certain “developments” concerning her fellow quarian. No details, but the thing was fresh so no surprise there.

However, Tali felt concerned. She may not know Zoma beyond childhood acquaintance, but the engineer still remembered the software prodigy. Most importantly quarians, especially ones outside Flotilla, ought out to look after each other.

She checked the time on Nos Astra, luckily it was still the day there.

At once, Tali prepared an encrypted call to the commando. To be honest, she didn’t expect anything more than a written reply, one wasn’t Liara’s valued employee by having free time.

But after, just five minutes call connected revealing the stoic asari.

“I hope I’m not interrupting” said Tali in an apologetic tone. Elristena gave her a weary look.

“To be honest, I’m thankful for it. While I understand the need for proper documentation, paperwork has never been my forte” relied the muscular asari and rubbed her eyes.

Tali nodded in understanding, it was a foe even Shepard struggled against.

“I assume you’re calling to learn about your kinsman. As I wrote she is well, although in a peculiar state. I must admit that case is rather… weird” began Eristena.

“I thought working for Liara guaranteed the weird part, But what did you mean? Did that asari caused troubled or lied about data?” asked Tali, she was getting worried.

“No, quite opposite in fact. T'mivus was completely cooperative, if firm in her demands. Admittedly the material provided by her is far better than what we hoped for. Liara and her people are still looking through it, but we can start dismantling Eclipse tomorrow if we want. The weird was the situation with T'mivus and Zoma.” Explained the commando and took a sip from the cup.

“I think it’s best if I start from the beginning. Just wait for the moment…”

Tali waited for some time. During that time image on the screen flickered, rotated, and disappeared for a second. Simultaneously, the asari’s face betrayed signs of frustration and concentration.

At last, the commando successfully started sharing screen.

“Apologies for the delay. Now, after our previous conversation…”

***

Five days earlier

Illium, Nos Astra, Red Spirit company conference room

“… but I must ask why did you go to us? It couldn’t be only about money” Eristena asked the asari sitting opposite to her.

Her ”guest” was around the commando'ss height, but she had the only fraction of musculature. But Eristena saw signs betraying training and experience, besides a fraction of her musculature, in this case, meant noticeably more than most commando. Cerithia’s skin was dark, almost purple, her face was sparsely adorned with simple white markings that ran on her crest’s segments and chin. She had a pleasant enough face, but with sharp cheekbones giving her a sterner look.

One more thing, despite being readily a little older than Eristena and just recently archiving stage of a matron, T'mivus looked much older. Some unknown worry was clouding her face.

“You’re one of many companies I considered. But you keep getting a rep as reliable and less messed up than the rest on this planet. That and I made some inquires that suggest that you possess medical facilities on par with some of the best hospitals. And… we need medical attention.” the matron explained and took a deep breath.

“I would probably research you longer, but then I saw that quarian, Zorah with you lot. I remembered her from vid’s and Zo said that if she really works with you, Reds cannot be unreasonable”

Eristena eyes squinted for a second, the matron had already mentioned the need for medical attention, but nothing concrete.

“I understand. What exactly ails you two, so you need such advanced help?” asked the commando carefully.

“It’s mostly for Zo, I’m fine really. And... I just want the best for her, cover all my bases” said Cerithia a little too quickly.

“Yet, you used “we” multiple times now. That, and you promised to disclose everything that may affect operations. If there’s a possibility that you may collapse or are contagious this is such information” the muscular asari said.

The matron’s face twisted in a grimace.

“I’m not, my state won't in any way affect you” replied Cerithia with annoyance, but Eristena only stared.

The matron took a deep breath, closed and exhaled.

“Ok, listen… I’m ill, but… it’s my head there’s something wrong, not with my body” replied older asari with reluctance, bordering on inability.

“For the longest time, I didn’t realize that I wasn’t myself, even if it’s obvious now. I… hurt her, not physically… not quite, but that’s why I want to make sure she’s fine, has somebody to take care of her. And sometimes I… still have the same urges to… fuck… you’ll see when we go for her” the matron spit out and looked away.

Eristena nodded slowly.

“In what state she is Can we…?”

“Zo’s fine overall, but she has trouble moving on her own and there may be some leaks in her suit. I had to… adjust it, there were no problems but by then I already moved her to a sterile environment, so it needs to be checked”

“Of course” replied the commando. Considering the situation she didn’t press further.

***

Later

Eristena had to admit with the entrance to the apartment was well hidden. It could easily be an entrance to any garage for the company’s VIP.

She glanced at her team, it was a human/asari mix of medical workers and technicians with two commandos as protection.

Well and an entire squad waiting in a dropship as well as few turian snipers. Eristena firmly believed in “better safe than sorry” philology.

However, the head commando was still wondering about certain demands of the matron. Why she needed so many people, she had requested to double numbers and to take equipment for moving fragile cargo.

“Can only we three go in, for now. I want to be sure the suit’s fine before we try anything else” said Cerithia pointing at the head technician.

Eristena agreed, and they followed the matron inside. Indeed first room after the generic hallway was akin to an entrance to a cleanroom. The head commando wasn’t too knowledgeable about the topic, according to human female(?) the equipment was good.

After passing it, they found themselves in a rather sparsely furnished apartment, where everything was easy to clean.

“Zo, it’s me. I brought people we talked about” T'mivus said into the depths of the complex. The muscular asari first time heard the matron speak in such a soft tone.

“Great. Please come in I’m ready” answered a voice, much quieter. Eristena was a bit confused, it was clearly a tone of female quarian, filtered through the helmet, but it was more muffled and deeper than she was accustomed to.

The matron gestured to follow her began walking and they entered the spacious bedroom.

There were many observations to be done about the place, starting with an abundance of both full and empty food containers, finishing on a cutting-edge workstation.

At that moment the attention of two guests was solely focused on the room inhabitant.

“Holy…”

***

“Keelah” said Tali looking at the image of the other quarian.

“Yes, that was our reaction as well” admitted Eristena.

***

“…shit” whispered the technician. The head commando couldn’t fault her(? Wasn’t voice too deep for a female human).

The muscular asari had seen many things. When her peers were shaking their asses in various bars, Eristena had been working in various combat groups and roaming the galaxy during many deployments. She still vaguely remembered how quarians looked before they had had to don on their suits.

However, she had never seen anything like Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya. Eristena saw fat humanoids, mostly some lecherous batarians, but also, although she would never say it out loud, Miss T’Soni who was very much bigger than any four-eyed aliens.

But this quarian…

“Hello” the suit-covers mass of flesh said happily and waved them. What followed was a strangelly mesmerizing wobble.

“Ahem… Miss Naenn, I presume. If you would allow Robert would check the integrity of your suit” replied the commando slowly still not sure what she was seeing.

“Sure, go ahead, but unplug it first” agreed the quarian(?). The technician approached carefully, again this was the most unusual situation.

Miss Naenn was enormous, not simply fat, comparable in volume to at least one-third of skycar if not more. She was sitting in some gigantic, custom-made seat, but to Eristena she seemed almost as wide as tall. The biggest was belly, a huge mass of flesh split it into two, tire-like folds, that almost took the entirety of quarian’s lap. Perhaps, the only reason that wasn’t the case was that legs were equally filled with lard.

What little Eristena could see of Zoma’s thighs were almost as large as her own waistline. That would be alarming if she was an average asari, but the commando was a dedicated bodybuilder, most of her body was often described as twice as wide as that of a majority of asari. And lover parts of quarian’s legs weren’t much smaller, Eistena couldn’t even distinguish the backward curve of the legs, even her feet were swollen with adipose.

By the Goddess… Zoma’s forearms were larger than their host’s waist, and the matron wasn’t without muscles, either. Her arms, while clearly cut off from bags-like forearms, probably had similar circumference to Eristena’s mighty biceps.

The smallest, were the quarian's bust that, while clearly swollen, didn’t take a third of the enormous upper fold’s length. Naenn long neck seemed to be completely absorbed by her gargantuan torso and her face was obscured by the helmet. Eristena could only imagine the size of the quarian’s posterior.

All of this mass was soft. The head commando could see it shaking even from the smallest’s of movements.

Now the muscular understood the need for increased personnel and the equipment.

When the first shock passed, she also understood the need for technicians. Eristena knew that quarian’s suits were extremely adjustable, but like everything they had limits. This one betrayed similarities to Miss Zorah’s one, mostly color pallet, however, it shoved sights of many careful adjustments.

All belts had been removed, same with neck-rings and hard, foot part of the suit that served as boots. There were also, many, many large patches of material in a slightly different shade. It was obvious that originally the suit could hold only a fraction of current Miss Naenn, at best. Even the helmet shoved signs of modification and it seemed bigger than any Eristena had seen, so far.

“Zo do you need anything? You want me to heat something up before we go? Maybe…?” said the matron in a voice several times softer and kinder than Eristena had heard so far. Her entire demeanor changed accordingly, the commando had a hard time connecting it with hard, if professional, a hardened leader had been dealing so for.

“Stop fussing Cerithia. Just remember to take the things we packed. You can tell me what you got done” the quarian interrupted casually, the muscular asari was sure that anybody else would receive a cold stare or scolding at least. But T'mivus just pulled the chair and, while the technician did proceed with the examination, explained their deal with a small smile.

The process was prolonged, but humans looked extremely uncomfortable and oppressive stares from matron weren’t helping. Besides gelatinous consistency of flesh that was being covered by the subject of examination did make the matter tricky.

Eristena observed everything in silence, if there had been any doubt that that the matron and the large quarian were romantically involved, they disappeared. However, the muscular asari had still no idea whatever is wrong with T'mivus’s mental faculties that could cause Miss Naenn to become as she was now.

Surprisingly enough, the muscular asari had to admit that the quarian didn’t appear repulsive. Of course, it was still a surprise, but relying on her memory and assuming Zoma didn’t possess any severe disfigurations, the supposed appearance of a female under the suit was strangely alluring.

As Eristena watched the quarian’s flesh jiggle with every hers and technician movement, the commando realized she wouldn’t mind checking just how soft it was…

“Boss?”

The human’s voice interrupted her musings. Eristena nodded to her(him?) in acknowledgment.

“Everything’s green, it should hold through transportation with no problem. Although it could use a bit of…ehhh… more professional overhaul” said the technician a bit nervously, but their host only nodded.

“I agree. I know my way with tools, but I’m no engineer” the matron admitted calmly.

“But you still did a great work with it” Zoma praised and, for a second, Cerithia blushed like a love-struck maiden.

“So are we ready?” the quarian the head commando.

“Yes, but we need to establish few things. Miss, can you walk?” inquired Eristena bluntly.

“Aaahhhh… A little bit I need something or someone to support me” Naenn answered and pointed at the solid-looking railing that went between the quarian’s current location and enormous bed. It also went farther into the apartment.

“We only have to help her past the pressure door. The hallway connects with the garage through a door wide enough to bring equipment. I would only need your technician’s help to decompress it all” the matron said and motioned her hand around.

Eristena approved and the matron showed her the passage and controls of the garage. Soon the medics went to the apartment and the commando instructed the technicians to prepare loading equipment.

It was their sounds of shock that brought the muscular asari attention. She checked the source, Zoma, with medics’ help, managed to squeeze herself to them. Eristena could herd rapid wheezing that came from the helmet. Their patient sounded like she had just run an entire marathon.

“*huff* I…*huff* need a break*huff*” the enormous quarian managed to say between ragged breaths. Under the matron’s cold gaze all workers complied and helped Miss Naenn to sit down by the wall. Cerithia asked(ordered) them to go back for some packages. The asari/human group returned with almost every member bending under the containers' weight.

Their host pulled a sealed bottle with sterilized water and put its induction port inside her partner's helmet. The quarian began emptying in fast, slow gulps.

“*huff*… thanks. Quarians' legs may be great for running, but…uuufffff…not so much for lifting” commented Zoma.

“I know Zo, you said it a few times already” replied the matriarch with good-natured annoyance.

“But not to them…” argued the obese woman.

“Couldn’t you just move biotics to move her” said one of the asari technicians.

T'mivus gave a pointed look, full of doubt about the maiden’s intelligence.

“The hallway is far too narrow and do you really believe we could move safely to move somebody in what is essentially a barely holding, pressurized flexible bag with fragile equipment. Why do I ever need to explain it D'biefi?” replied the former Eclipse, shirting her attention to the head commando.

Eristena shrugged.

“I’m responsible for my commando, not the curriculum of elementary schools” the muscular asari said. From one side she felt a pang of anger at the mercenary, from another… it was pretty obvious and she did hate when asaris answer to every problem was biotics.

“Is the equipment ready?” the commando to the head technician. In this case, thanks to facial fur Eristena had no problem determining the human's gender.

“Yes, we may need to tune it up a bit due to the cargo’s fluidly nature. Also, we’ll need to move Missy to the center for it to work” explained the male human.

“Miss Naenn?”

“I’m ready, but getting up will be tricky” informed quarian. Eristena nodded and crouched on the enormous woman's side. Their host mirrored her on the other side.

The introduction to quarian’s flabby body, even though the suit was an… experience. Muscular asari felt herself sinking into soft and warm mass, trying to get a hold on it. Eristena couldn’t compare it to anything she had experienced before, but it was unexpectedly nice. She almost had to fight the urge to embrace the mountain of the female with her entire body.

“Ready?” the matron’s voice took back her attention.

“I think so. On three”

Soon both asari began to straighten their knees. Eristena had to admit it wasn’t easy, weight wasn’t a problem, but finding a handle, wobbly and shifty nature of her cargo was challenging. Zoma seemed to be trying to help but what was left of her muscles did little difference.

Finally, the obese woman was upright and medical staff joined in. Together they moved several heavy steps to the designed area. Then technicians started to work and soon Zoma was enveloped in the biotic aura.

“That feels a bit weird” commented the quarian as her body seemed to move like a calm sea.

“Sorry Miss, it wasn’t designed for people. If something happens say, we’ll try to adjust” said the human technician.

“Are we ready?” asked Eristena. The sounds of confirmation filled the air.

As they walked to their transportation the muscular asari could confirm that, indeed, their patient’s butt cheeks were as humongous as the rest of her. They approached in size that human contraption, that some of her younger colleagues were obsessed over, yoga ball. Although from a quarian of this size Eristena had expected a bigger bottom.

Still, the muscular asari couldn’t help but gaze at the overabundant flesh, that kept moving even under the eezo-powered device gasp. She wondered how it would feel to have that lovely, meaty rump sit on…

Eristena blinked and snapped out of the haze. She didn’t know what had come over her and it wasn’t merely a shock from the situation. The asari glanced at her team. Despite claims, that human expressions were almost identical to asaris, she kept struggling with them so she focused on her kind.

All of them were maidens of various ages, but all of their reactions were intruding. Some of them were sporting a look of barely hidden disgust, however, in most cases, their moods were ranging from morbid curiosity to whatever caused blushes and lip biting.

So whatever is happening it’s not just me observed the muscular commando.

She glanced at the abnormally alluring mass of flesh and made a mental note to call their facility so they could prepare bigger sturdier bedding.

***

Two hours later

 The medical and research facility under Red Spirt’s company patronage

After a long period of extensive medical examinations and prodding Zoma'Naenn was placed in a special, sterile room. Here she asked for a meal, unsurprisingly as by then, the personnel had been already hearing frankly terrifying groans coming from the gargantuan middle.

They were in for another shock, apparently, the multiple large bags that come with quarian contained food, and just enough for that meal. The doctors watched with awe as the woman inhaled the unreal meal and had already asked if they could prepare more for her.

Zoma was just happily finishing eating the last of her supplies. Despite the fact she understood the gravity of the situation she decided to make the best of it.

Here, in this fairly miraculously equipped hospital, she was once again free of the suit. The only things covering her body were sheets fashioned as makeshift bra and pants. They didn’t have anything in her size which didn’t surprise the quarian.

Naenn’s overall body didn’t differ much from Eristena observations, although without the suit it sagged a bit more. Her skin had a dark purple shade, save for bright white lines that ran across it. She didn’t possess any disfiguration or even signs of fighting or abuse, save for clear, healed marks from stretchmarks. Zoma’s face was pleasant and as swollen with fat as the rest of her body.

The door hissed and, in an outfit usually used when dealing viral dangers, entered an asari. Doctor Penina Lini was a bit of an outsider, she was a matron closer to matriarch than a maiden stage, however in this case it was an advantage. Lini had centuries worth of experience in xeno-psychology and she had been in business when quarians hadn't been confined to their ships and suits.

“Miss Naenn? I’m doctor Penina Lini, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to ask you a few questions” the asari said the cliché line.

The quarian looked at her and smiled.

“Sure, but could you pass me a towel and water first?” `asked the obese woman and the psychiatrist did just that.

“Thanks’”

“So we have your medical records from a few years ago and obviously they are quite outdated” began Penina as she sat on a nearby hair and glanced at the datapad in her hand.

Zoma'Naenn nar Rayya

Age: 24 years

Height(suit less): 5’5”

Weight: 114,7 pounds

Those were data from five years ago and understandably there were no longer accurate.

“Mrs T'mivus weren’t exactly clear on the matter, but she seems to consider herself responsible for your current state, even going as far as saying she hurt you. That and that mental illness may be at play here. Considering her erratic behavior when approached about you in conversation, despite her, otherwise, very firm and composed one. That’s why we want to get your side of the story first.” The asari explained calmly.

“So… you want to know if Cy is crazy and I how got fat?” summarized the flabby quarian almost happily but with knowing glint in her eyes. Despite her demeanor, Zoma wasn’t stupid or naïve.

The psychiatrist nodded, there was no reason to dance around the subject or lie.

The almost naked female stared on the asari for few seconds before heavily leaning back, setting waves through her blubber.

Then she started her tale.

***

About five years earlier

Zoma was one lucky quarian. Just a few months from setting off on her pilgrimage she managed to get a fairly decent job on Illium, even without becoming a legal version of a slave.

Thought it wasn’t undeserved, while she may sometimes act like a ditz, it was mostly just that an act. The young quarian was very good at what she did. And while her job was good it did have downsides.

Don’t get her wrong, programming mechs and cyber-security for Eclipse was interesting and quite well paid. It’s just that she would appreciate it if most of her co-workers and superiors didn’t act like psychopaths, one comment away from rupturing her suit for fun.

Which brought her to the situation at hand. After months of successful employment more than several asari and salarians had become little irked by the fact that some suit rat was more competent than them. Zoma already seeing signs of danger decided to terminate her employment contract and defraud some credits as compensation for the hazardous work environment.

That may be too much wishful thinking on her part, she had to admit it in retrospect. To be exact it resulted in an Eclipse asari pointing a gun at her while checking files, that Zoma had hacked into. The quarian recognized her only from occasional glances.

“In such a short time you secured almost full access to the system. But only on Illium you didn’t bother with others or perhaps you didn’t know? Still… It’s your lucky day” said the mercenary and gave her a toothy grin.

“

What followed was a bit of surprise for Naenn. Instead of impromptu execution, perhaps even tortures, she received a proposition for an alternative form of employment.

The asari that held her at gunpoint, Cerithia T'mivus looked for a way out as well. She had access, clearance codes as well as knowledge of where and what had been stored. However, the old maiden didn’t have the skills to pull the juicy bits out.

That’s why…

***

“Maiden?” doctor Penina asked Cerithia. Few hours after the conversation with the quarian, she was confronting the ex-Eclipse about. Surprisingly enough, the matron didn’t deny anything, save for putting a little different light at the events.

“Yep, I waited quite a bit for the matron phase to kick in, not that I particularly cared. I have medical data from that time if you are that interested in it” the mercenary confirmed grumpily.

The psychiatrist merely nodded and made a note. Then they continued.

***

…she needed someone like Naenn.

“You just saved me a lot of time with this stunt of yours” the asari admitted later when they were going over the course.

The quarian learned with the surprise that the Cerithia was surprisingly reasonable for Eclipse, even if going overboard around her was a bit ill-advised.

In short: the asari would provide knowledge, equipment, and protection from various eager idiots and Naenn would rip everything they could from Eclipse, under the guise of still working for them.

In the end, the quarian would safely walk away with a sizable sum of money or something of equal value. Sure it would be a fraction of what T'mivus would take, but considering the circumstances, the Zoma decided not to push her luck, this time.

Over the course of the following weeks, they began setting things up, mostly in one of the asari safe houses. There they prepared appropriable equipment where, under T'mivus watchful eye, Naenn would leech off on Eclipse resources digitally and gather blackmail.

Cerithia provided an appropriate excuse with enough derogatory terms and insinuations toward quarian and few even cared to begin with. Some, spiteful towards the more strict leader, that T'mivus was, had come with the theory of quarian whore.

***

“Sorry, but I must ask. Nobody noticed your absence? How about original work, you were still supposed to do it” inquired the asari doctor.

“Between that and gathering dirt on Eclipse I didn’t have time for manual labor, but I wasn’t really needed for it anyway. I wrote the code and sent it, anybody that had a bit of experience with mechs could install it later. Often they don’t need it at all, computers usually update automatically” the quarian said and sipped some dense liquid she had brought with her home.

“I see”

***

Still, after a few initial hung-ups, the unlikely duo started getting results as well as warm-up to each other.

As Zoma learned, her collaborator differed significantly from other asari in Eclipse. She was extremely practical and calculated, lacking that eagerness for the bloodshed that other yellow-clad mercenaries possessed. The asari also didn’t lack in intelligence, as one of the first members of the group, she was probably the one who realized where all the data went across centuries. That and she wasn’t lacking when dealing with machinery although programming was out of her depth.

The fact that Cerithia treated her quarian employer on equal footing, despite the clear advantage was also nice. And those mood shifts from serious to disturbingly, cheerfully aggressive were easy to overlook.

***

“Zoma mentioned that that you suffered from sudden mood changed” mentioned the shrink. The younger matron sighed heavily.

“Yes, that... I suffer from some rare condition that causes my hormones to go haywire. Nothing life-threatening, I used to even function well enough without meds, but it was making me a bit unpredictable without them. With the current state of Eclipse it was even proving useful sometimes” informed more muscular asari begrudgingly.

Doctor Lini took another note.

***

“That didn’t discourage you from working with Cerithia” Penina interrupted the tale.

“Well it did scare me a bit at first, but it’s not I had I choice, or rather I didn’t think I had. I mean - I'm a quarian and was alive only thanks to how convenient I was to her. Besides she apologized every time and later I realized she was still in control. Like... Ce acted differently but she didn’t do anything wrong, like she was tipsy, but not drunk, at least at the beginning. Besides it only happened when she didn’t take her medicine” explained the Zoma. The doctor nodded.

“Thank you. Please continue.

***

T'mivus come to appreciate somebody who didn’t talk to her with fear, hatred, or a mixture of those two. The young pilgrim was also much more cheerful and honest than all of her current acquaintances. And despite those qualities and a foolhardy attempt where she caught her, Zoma was surprisingly competent.

So as the months progressed, they become friendlier, until…well… they made sure the more unsavory stories about the quarian’s disappearance gained a grain of truth to sure.

***

“Miss Naenn, I’m sorry but given the circumstances, I have to ask: did Cerithia forced herself on you?” asked the doctor calmly.

The quarian blinked at her and exploded with booming laughter, that caused quivers through the pile of adipose that was her body. Soon she also started clapping on her enormous gut, introducing further motion it is. After almost two minutes laughter died and the quarian was gasping for air.

“*wheeze*… forced, aha, if somebody was being forceful about*wheeze* doing the deed it was me. It was almost*wheeze* as she was the virgin, not I and I didn’t like that whole dancing around the subject. *wheeze* And I was right, it not only was great, but there was no problem with it later” explained Zoma with a wide grin.

***

Indeed after the introduction, the pair engaged in more intimate acts frequently and while originally it was firmly a “friends with benefits” kind of arrangement, it too changed quickly.

One and a half years since their meeting, both asari and the quarian considering themselves romantic partners. And while Zoma had her own, fair share of, mostly not vocalized doubts, the former Eclipse was surprisingly on board with it.

She did want to have a fresh start and a steady relationship, something the mercenary had been yearning for some time now, with lovely quarian, seemed like a good start.

The interior and atmosphere inside the hideout occupied by Naenn were starting to become more homely and domestic. Everything seemed to be going great.

And then Cerithia started entering the matron stage. Unlike most of asari in her case, it wasn’t fast and without complication. The transition didn’t want to come to the conclusion and the mercenary condition wasn’t helping with that. What’s worse, all this made her meds useless.

However, at “home” her more erratic behavior took the form of more possessive behavior and more spoiling towards her lover. Zoma didn’t mind it, she did like being pampered.

That was the begging of T'mivus’s insistence that the programmer should take care of herself more and most importantly eat better. Naenn was pretty sure she had already put on few pounds with the lack of movement, save in bed, and regular meals provided by the asari.

However the quarian did enjoy the attention, and the lavish meals(meals not expensive nutrient paste!!!) were better than Zoma ever had had in the past, even if serving were enormous(at least she had thought so of those snacks at the time).

Unfortunately, Cerithia’s was becoming more unstable and too enthralled with what she envisioned, she even let slip through few words about children. All of this terrified the quarian a bit, if she were to be honest.

The programmer loved her asari, she had already accepted it, and she did know it wasn't just hormones talking, but the entire prospect was overwhelming. This would mean abandoning the Flotilla, she had a bit fewer strings attached to it, as Naenn was one of few quarians that had a clear set of problems about how the board was doing things and her immediate family was deceased. Still, this, this would be change everything.

That’s why Zoma took a habit of sneaking out. For one, to clear her thoughts. For two, she had set a meeting with few doctors hoping they would help. Of course, the quarian was providing false data, save for Cerithia’s condition. But the good ones ignored her assuming Naenn didn’t have money or hers are stolen, and the cheaper ignored the issue or assumed the same as their more capable colleagues.

As much as she urged her lover to go, the mercenary was running ragged to manage Eclipse, due to unrest in the organization and the asari wasn’t slacking gathering data on her end. And one couldn’t exactly ask for medical leave in a mercenary company.

Zoma just returned from one of her strolls, but back home she was welcomed with an eerily familiar if unwelcome scene. Cerithia’s gun pointed at her face.

However the mercenary didn’t look angry, instead, she held a look of extreme sadness and worry.

“Y… You want to leave? Was I not a good enough partner? I can do better…I will…” whispered T'mivus, her gaze seemed absent. Naenn had seen few instances where her lover's condition took a better of her but never like that. The quarian was now honestly scared, for both of them.

The quarian tried to reassure her lover, calmly without sudden moves but it was futile. The mercenary seemed to be in her own world.

“No. I can’t let you go. You’re already neglecting yourself. I’ll take care of you…”

Zoma wanted to protest, but what she had of self-preservation instinct warned her that argued with her love, who was currently toothing a gun and in the middle of some sort of attack, was a bad idea.

Meanwhile, Cerithia’s face drastically changed. Instead of a look of misery, it now housed a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes. I’ll show you that I can take care of you. It won’t be nice at first, but it’ll make everything better” the mercenary informed and put her hand on her lover’s cheek, or rather in the corresponding place on the helmet.

The following minutes felt like dream to the quarian. She found herself with her hands cuffed behind her back and on the couch. Meanwhile mercenary activated all serializing procedures installed and brought all the packed food next to her.

Cerithia sat next to her with an opened container with some sort of cake.

“Every time I look at you I realize just how much I have been neglecting you. Let me fix it” the asari said with that huge grin, opened her helmet, and brought the piece of cake to her face.

“Open up”

Seeing no safer option Zoma did just that. The problem is it didn’t end at one piece. She was being fed and fed. The quarian was full halfway the cake. When she asked for a drink the programmer received one immediately. However, after that, stuffing continued relentlessly. 

“I... can’t eat anymore” moaned the quarian desperately moving her mouth away from the damned cake.

“Ce…”

The moment Naenn opened her mouth, food was crammed into her mouth and the mercenary grabbed it, carefully, but giving no chance for escape.

“Yes, you can sweetheart. We just have to make sure you get used to proper eating” the asari said with that maniacal grin.

Ultimately, the programmer was forced to devour the entire cake. She didn’t know what was more likely bursting or thriving up, the quarian had never eaten that much at once. Her, already softer, than average quarian’s belly, was now distended, straining the suit.

T'mivus cleaned and was rubbing bulging mass with visible delight.

Soon after then headed to bed.

Zoma thought it was a single instance, a bout of insanity caused by her lover’s condition and stress. She was wrong.

In the morning everything seemed normal until breakfast. The quarian finished, but then the mercenary appeared next to her, urging her to eat more with this same disturbing smile.

No amount of words discouraged the asari and soon the situation was the repeat of the day before, leaving Zoma on the brink of explosion.

The mercenary left, locking the door in a primitive way that completely deterred the programmer’s attempts. But before that, Cerithia showed her lover the ridiculous mountain of food, she expected the quarian to eat.

With no other choice, Naenn went to work. But the mercenary returned and realized how ”little” food had been eaten, proceeded to tie the programmer to the bed and began pushing edible substances down Zoma’s throat. This time the quarian didn’t manage to hold it all down and part of the half-digested food ended on the floor.

That event bought Zoma some slack, but only to the next meal.

This trend continued. The quarian kept being feed by her lover to absolute limits. It was a bit of trial and error, as not always the rich turian cuisine agreed with the programmer.

However as weeks passed, Zoma was eating, eating and EATING, whatever she wanted to or not.

***

Doctor Penina stared at Cerithia patiently. The mercenary was sitting in silence with her hands crossed next to her mouth.

“It…seems so obvious now, but back then… It was so natural, so… clear, after weeks of confusion and chaos I finally knew what to do. And It felt so right to do. Sure Zo was protesting, but it would be for the better in the end” the former Eclipse finally said with shame.

“And now…?” the shrink inquired.

“Now I know I shouldn’t feed her like that. But I still feel like it was something I should be doing and I still want to protect, pamper her”

***

The first months were the worst, the mercenary was in the amok, relentlessly feeding her lover at every opportunity, while still in this disturbingly cheerful mood. By pleading or more forceful approach, the former Eclipse always had her way in this matter. However, it’s important to note that she never struck or violated her lover.

It wasn’t to say that consumption was the only thing the quarian was doing, no. In fact, the rest of the day was pretty similar to those from before. Only, once again, she was unable to leave and her lover was even more “helpful” than before, even to the point of being subservient.

And, although the mercenary was extremely firm in certain matters, like: how much the quarian was eating, not exiting the house, and leaving all manual labor to asari. Cerithia was trying to meet Zoma’s every need and whim with that strange cheerfulness that she had developed.

Basically, all the programmer had to do was to work on the console, stuff herself with food, or be fed and enjoy herself. And with no other, good, choice she did so.

Obviously, such a lifestyle had consequences.

Several weeks after Cerithia’s shift in personality, Zoma was tied to the high railing of their bed sitting with straightened legs. She stared darkly as the mercenary was stroking her bulging gut with visible, undiluted joy. The asari had been positively ecstatic since Naenn had started to visibly pack on pounds. There were sizable remains of levo feast next to them.

Yes, gut. Since the first feeding, the slight bulge had transformed into a soft, spherical mass just a little bit smaller than the hologram used for combat VIs. That wasn’t all, beyond that the quarian clearly felt her suit being tighter all over, mostly around her thighs, forearms, and breasts.

This gave her an idea. When Cerithia was finishing cleaning, Zoma informed her that this cannot keep up, because her suit won’t hold her much longer.

The programmer, with hope, realized that her lover’s face took that focused, serious face that had been absent for so long. Then, it disappeared, once again shifting into a grin.

The following day, the mercenary returned almost an hour later than usual. However, she dragged there a large roll of suspiciously familiar material and unique tools. Zoma knew those items.

Then after some consultations and thorough cleaning, the former Eclipse gave her lover immune booster and began painstakingly precisely resizing the suit.

Zoma had to admit that the asari had skills. Sure… Ce had nothing on some quarians back on the flotilla, but the programmer doubted she or the average engineer from the street could do it so well as did her lover.

Also during the entire time, Cerithia had the calm, focused look, free of the feverish eagerness from last weeks. It was another instance when her former self shone through, which gave the quarian hope.

After the deed was done, Zoma noticed that suit was loose, but fit well enough. Then she commented there was much fabric left.

The grin reappeared, but this time it looked as the mercenary tried to control it.

“We’ll need it later” informed the asari and the programmer realized that if things continue this road then yes, they’re going to need it later.

Time passed. Naenn’s belly continued to swell and the rest of her body followed as if trying to catch up. Only her breast’s size seemed to barely differ.

The quarian was well past 250 pounds and approaching 300, when the geth attack on Citadel happened. The duo of lovers watched with widened eyes the report about it, and Zoma was tightly hugging the mercenary with her chubby body pressing into the muscular frame. She stared with disbelief at the destruction wrought by her species’s ancestral enemy.

The ceremony following geth’s defect was broadcasted and it was then when the programmer the young, spunky Zorah who was being hailed as the hero.

It was around that time when Cerithia’s state began to calm down. She was still more eager than before and more than happy to feed the quarian to the limit, but mercenary lacked that feverish madness in her eyes. While she still was unable to realize the abnormalities in her behavior, the mercenary was now much more collected, acting more like an overbearing lover whose partner was neglecting herself.

They had entered into much more comfortable territory. Cerithia actually listened to quarian’s input, save from the object of her obsession, namely the programmer's eating habits and comfort. Zoma was also slowly, and with relief, because Keelah, she had missed it, again becoming intimate with the asari. After her initial bout of insanity, the quarian made no such proposition and refused them as well, the former eclipse always complied.

This time they didn't have to bother with the suit, thanks to sterilizing systems Cerithia had had installed some weeks before. That and the pilgrim had quickly adapted to asari's biology.

It was awkward at first, Zoma wasn’t exactly shy, but her lover’s bouts of insanity made her more careful and her larg…eh… fat body caused her to feel self-conscious. However, this time it was Cerithia, who was eager and, as soon asari got the hands on the programmer’s folds, shocked the quarian with her energy.

Afterward, Zoma was lying on the bed, panting and covered in sweat. The mercenary had groped and tasted every inch of, swelled with the adipose, body. At that moment the programmer started to think that her figure wasn’t that bad.

If she was being honest, by then, the quarian needed very little persuasion to gorge herself. She had never been fussy about eating and months of being stuffed to the absolute limit left her with quite the appetite. The programmer kept snacking with little to no input from her conscious mind and sometimes gorged herself into a food coma even without Cerithia around. Even nightly treks to the fridge were becoming more frequent.

The mercenary was absolutely delighted that her love was embracing this gluttonous lifestyle. However, this brought a few, slight issues. Sometimes, the mercenary couldn’t gauge how much she could push down her lover’s gullet and Zoma could avoid ending as a balloon.

But Cerithia had spent much of her life as a high-ranking operative in a vicious mercenary company, she quickly learned when the programmer was putting on the show. Besides, the quarian did that rarely, her newly gained greed demanded more and more food.

Life went on. During all this time they kept gathering data on Eclipse, but for Zoma it was mostly filled with a stream of calories, constantly going down to her stomach, which were filling her, already large, body. She watched as her partner slowly but surely was regaining her former personality, save for the constant, if not so psychotic, insistence on fattening and spoiling the quarian. During all this time they kept gathering data on Eclipse.

Unfortunately, all this new bulk wasn’t without consequences.

This happened during one more than usually passionate lovemaking session.

Last months changed Zoma, her already enlarged body had progressed outward. Round gut became a large, soft bag of fat that took a third of the quarian’s lap. It was still, mostly a single mass but had split into two pairs of love handles at the sides and the division into two folds progressed as the gluttonous organ grew. When the programmer was moving her arms, she felt a jiggle of growing bingowings, that didn’t as much hang as encased her forearms. Zoma’s face was appropriately affected, her checks now round and according to the mercenary “cute”. The only thing shrinking was the quarian’s neck, which was being absorbed by the swelling torso and adipose that was filling her face.

The least affected was her breasts, which seemed to mostly ignore the onslaught of calories, grooving barely an inch total. Also, It was getting hard to distinguish the curve of her calves, then there were thighs, which were about as wide as her waist had used to, that needed to be split quite far apart to not be touching.

Like when they needed to accommodate the head of the purple-skinned asari, who was busy bringing ecstasy to their obese owner. Just like the day the incident happened.

Seemingly everything was more than fine. Cerithia was busy between her lover’s meaty legs, while her delighted victim was clutching bedsheets and moaning between gaps for air. The soft flesh was wobbling with fervor, the asari was in a feisty mood that day.

Zoma already noticed that she was breathing harder than usual, but by now the quarian was used to all activities getting more and more tiring, so she ignored it. Besides the mercenary was outdoing herself that day.

At first, moans were completely replaced by panting, soon after quarian’s breaths started to get quicker, more shallow.

Then Zoma realized she was struggling to get a sufficient amount of oxygen to her lungs.

The programmer started to panic. She wanted to shout, but her mouth was too preoccupied gasping for the precious air. So the quarian started to wriggle and squeeze her legs, that’s all she could do.

Nowadays it took Zoma a fair bit of effort to move, not to mention the extra adipose restricted her range of movement. But at that moment, when her body struggled with little oxygen and orgasmic pleasure assaulting her, every limb felt like made from a molten lead and emerged in jelly.

There was no chance of lifting her incredible bulk from the bed, even rolling from it.

After few terrible seconds, the purple-skinned asari raised her head with a mixture of ecstasy and annoyance visible on it. But one look on her suffering lover and her state was enough for Cerithia to leapt with help.

The mercenary cursed and moved next to her girlfriend, not caring for the remains of clothes dangling from her. With her considerable strength, further increased by adrenaline, she managed to get Zoma into a sitting position.

The Eclipse defector shouted a few instructions and checked quarian’s status with omnitool, it was modified with much more advanced medicals features than normal. Cerithia hissed when she read the diagnosis.

With speed worthy of an Olympic athlete, the asari ran into another room. She returned carrying a large medical case, towel, distilled water, and a small, medical can with oxygen.

Meanwhile, Zoma tried to, with clear struggle, to follow her lover’s instructions and regain her breath.

A plastic mask was pressed to her face and a wave of glorious, pure oxygen entered her lungs.

After over a minute of such treatment, the programmer felt much better. She managed to raise her hand and took the can from the mercenary. With an affirmative nod and a weak smile from Zoma, the asari left her the device. Then Cerithia once again checked her omnitool and calmed down a bit, her lover’s state was stabilising.

Once the danger passed, both laid on the bed, exhausted. The quarian was on the verge of falling asleep and her partner felt like she had just relived the most dangerous operation from her past. Despite this, the mercenary carefully, but adamantly led the programmer to the bathroom, gave her immunity boosters, and helped her lover clothe into her suit.

During the entire procedure, Zoma was barely coherent and fallen into dreamless sleep immediately after.

When she woke up, the quarian realized that she was alone. It was a bit odd given the hour, but she almost immediately focused on the various, still warm, dishes that were ling on trays next to bed. Another oddity was a note from Cerithia with a firm request to remain in her suit that day.

That soured the programmer’s mood a bit, by then she was used to being free of the confines of her ever-modified suit. However she complied, her lover rarely told her to do something without reason.

The rest of the day followed usually, writing new software and hacking into Eclipse databases while happily gorging. That day Zoma was limited to various pastes, but the mercenary had provided only the best and tastiest. Only a few times, the quarian paused and rubbed place, where her heart was buried under inches of soft blubber.

Hours passed and Cerithia wasn’t returning. It was well past her usual return and the former pilgrim was worrying.

Out of nowhere, she received a notice about decompression. Zoma checked it, in the garage space was her lover with several containers. They were clearly too big to bring inside without opening both sides of pressure doors.

Well that explains why Ce wanted me in the suit, but what’s in those boxes?

Doors opened and only with the faintest of greetings the mercenary began moving cargo.

Now Zoma was really worried. Her love’s face was absent, eyes were gazing far away like she was in some trance. To be honest the asari did behave like hypnotized, mechanically moving boxes without a word.

The quarian managed to get herself off her large chair and with effort waddle to the mercenary. When Cerithia didn’t respond to her call, the programmer tried to grab her. She succeeded the third time, the flabby arms weren’t used to movement outside typing.

The asari stopped, but her gaze was elsewhere. At first, she wasn’t responding to Zoam’s inquires then started to answer monosyllabically, something about medical equipment, when prompted about the containers

Then out of nowhere, the hardened mercenary started to shake and her face twisted, seemingly on the verge of crying.

The programmer had never before seen her lover in such state, in some ways, it was more worrying than reverting into this cheerful-psychotic state from months before.

With some gentle prompting and a bit of towing, or the quarian's attempts on it, Cerithia left the container and both sat on the bed.

The purple face was twisting, only sheer will stopping tears, but a few simple questions from the quarians opened the flood gates of the mercenary mouth.

The incident from the day before affected the asari much more than Zoma. Cerithia was blaming herself for the lack of oversight, neglecting her girlfriend’s needs. This worry was borderline…no…it was hysterical and the quarian realized that: one - the only thing holding her lover together was her self-control, two –that wasn’t exactly normal.

The next hour, the programmer spend reassuring the asari that everything was fine and she didn’t blame her.

After the mercenary regained some of her composure, she informed the programmer that inside the containers were parts for the medical system. The best one Cerithia could buy and reliably operate. It would monitor Zoma’s health much better than some flimsy omnitool and if necessary provide limited medical attention as well as warn about potential dangers.

The former pilgrim didn’t protest, save from saying that the Cerithia should consult it with her before buying. It was clear to Zoma that any complaints in this regard would fall on deaf ears. Besides, considering recent developments, it wasn’t exactly a bad purchase.

The mercenary moved the containers inside and the quarian managed to convince her to go to sleep.

The following weeks were hard for both of them. What little time Cerithia had between her position in Eclipse and her blackmail gathering activities, the mercenary spend installing the medical system. It was a complex beast, that clearly wasn’t intended for civilian installation. It barely left time to prepare meals for her lover.

On the other side of the spectrum as the large quarian was still worrying as her asari seemed once again to fall into an obsessive state and was working herself to the bone. That and her access to food had been greatly reduced, both due to her personal’s chef’s lack of time and constant barrier caused by the suit, she had to keep on due to mess inside the house.

The lack of sex also was a painful blow. The programmer didn’t know how she had managed to function before without it.

All of this put a damper on Zoma’s growth despite that, as ashamed she was to admit, that there were a few instances when she used Cerithia’s slavish devotion to pamper her in order to make her stop working and prepare feasts.

Still, after weeks of back-breaking labor, the system was set and the apartment decontaminated.

What followed was the most ridiculous feeding session so far and night of ravishing intimacy during which the quarian’s role was limited to lying down, immobilized by her near-bursting gut.

Strangely enough this time the programmer felt none of the tightens in the chest from last time.

Life regained its previous rhythm, Zoma’s was once again swelling with astounding speed. Soon enough another consequence of a gluttonous lifestyle began apparent.

The quarian’s had long since noticed that movement was getting harder and harder. While she was a little above average female quarian height, but not like almost freakishly tall Tali, her frame was being weighted down roughly by 500 pounds of pure adipose. That and Zoma was never an example of physical proneness, unlike her lover…I’m mean did you see her muscles…, and what little musculature she had, was falling to entropy due to her sedentary lifestyle.

Those days it was getting next to impossible for her to alone move from her bed or chair. So the programmer had asked Cerithia to install a special set of railings to help her move. The mercenary agreed happily, but only so without this sickly cheerfulness. The muscular asari was improving.

This was mostly similar to installing the medical systems but much simpler and stress-free. It should be also much faster, but this time the Eclipse defector wasn’t working to the physical limit. And of course, she needed to spend much more time cooking than the previous time. Zoma was a growing girl after all and her needs had increased since then.

But the quarian realized that it was only a matter of time before she was completely reliant on outside assistance, even if her lover seemed completely ignorant to it. While she didn’t exactly know how Zoma was aware something had to be done.

Fortunately, she was a lucky quarian. ;-)

It didn’t happen overnight, but Cerithia was back mostly to her old self. Then she started to question the state of things and become aware of her lapses in thought. It was nothing concrete at first, but that feeling of something being wrong keep increasing.

One afternoon a breakthrough happened.

Zoma was lying naked on the bed, her thick legs too wide to lay together and making a place for her gargantuan, split into two rolls, stomach. At this point, the quarian was almost as big as when Eristena and her people come to get her.

Next to her was Cerithia, only in trousers and a sleeveless shirt with a bowl of half-molten ice cream on her knees and spoon in hand.

Both were in great moods, but between spoonfuls of gooey goodness, Zoma asked one joking question.

“One day you’ll have to tell me why you want me so big”

And opened her mouth for another portion, but the spoon froze halfway. A confusion was visible on the mercenary face and then distress. She started mumbling asking herself question’s, the nonsensical, mad decision of actions that Cerithia had done during those last years seemed to suddenly rush to her. The asari started to panic freak out, nearly shouting.

Fortunately, despite her extremely limited mobility, Zoma by then knew what worked on her lover, even in times of distress. She, admittedly with effort and after some time, managed to calm her asari down. Soon after, the shaking mercenary was lying on the bed, tightly clutching to the massive mass of fat that was her girlfriend. Both fell asleep soon after.

In the following days, there were more similar occurrences, but Cerithia was getting a better handle on them and becoming moreover of her abnormal behavior. She didn’t know what to do, for the first time in centuries.

But Zoma had an idea and finally, she convinced her lover to visit a doctor. It took a few days to find somebody appropriate.

That visit provided some interesting information.

The doctor chastised the mercenary for not coming sooner. Apparently, Cerithia condition had a particularly nasty form of transition into matron that didn’t fully finish, even at that time. The medic was surprised that the asari managed to even properly function at that time. For now, she received a prescription for medication and see another meeting. The Eclipse commander failed to mention her exact symptoms.

The pills helped. After a week, Cerithia had better control of herself and was aware of what she had been doing, even if her memory was hazy at some points.

The downside of this was that this knowledge nearly caused the mercenary to develop into full-blown depression, she was blaming herself.

But Zoma didn’t, not really and successfully, if barely, convinced her lover of it and that she wanted to stay with her.

Instead, the quarian presented a task. It was clear that they needed somebody to buy Eclipe’s secrets and provide them with protection. Both needed medical attention, Cerithia still wasn’t fully fine and the programmer needed assistance in everyday tasks.

So the Eclipse defector started to look for an appropriate buyer.

During that period few facts became apparent. The asari a few times offered to help Zoma with light exercises in order to start shedding weight. All of them were forced, though the mercenary hid it well.

Pills or no pills, Cerithia still adored her girlfriend's enormous body, her gargantuan ass, bigger belly, and equally swelled limbs. She still loved feeding and pampering the programmer.

The quarian long since learned to love overindulgence and her adipose provided unexpected if welcome possibilities in the bedroom. Besides, it was so soft and jiggly.

Zoma happily kept eating more every day and allowed herself to be fed to the joy of both lovers.

Then the news of Tali bossing the Red Spirit’s personnel with their boss blessing reached the duo.

***

“And that’s about it doc” finished the gigantic quarian and with effort shifted on the bed.

Doctor Penina still absorbed the incredible tale, trying to maintain a neutral expression. It sounded like the plot of some poor novel, but evidence…

“Ahem… thank you, Miss. I’ll likely have some more questions later. For now, let’s focus on something else” said the psychiatrist.

Per the contract you had signed we are to provide you necessary medical attention and safety. I know this must be hard, but perhaps you should consider filing a restraining order…”

“No” interrupted the quarian, her voice, and eyes filed with a hardness that was completely different from her earlier stance. It didn’t fit this bubbly, perhaps even bit air-headed programmer.

“I know what you are thinking, but I’m not abandoning Cy. Sure, what she did to me wasn’t exactly pleasant at first, but right now Cerithia needs me perhaps more than ever before. I know how this sounds, especially with this body of mine, but that's true. Besides, save this pampering obsession she didn’t do anything bad, and she could easily. I never was much of a fighter” explained Zoma firmly, somehow leaving no room for argument.

Doctor Lini nodded, making mental note to investigate the matter and if necessary return to the topic.

“I see. Then I’ll be going, if you need anything please ask. Also, I believe that dietician familiar with quarian physiology was already contacted so soon we’ll be able to help with your… figure” informed the shrink with a small smile and got up.

“Nah, don’t bother. I don’t really want to lose it”

That made Penina pause.

“Excuse me?”

“I told you doc. Cy may be sorry about what she did, but she still loves that sweet bod of mine. And it’s not like I want to stop stuffing my face before all of this I didn’t know eating could feel so good” replied the programmer, she put her hands on the mound of blubber that was her gut and set her entire body in motion.

For some reason, the sight of this blob jiggling body made the doctor's throat dry.

“So unless all those specialists from before say I need to, I don’t want to lose a pound. If you want to do something for me, doctor, could you get for me some real food and not nutrient paste. And tell Cy I want to see her when she has the time”

The psychiatrist swallowed the saliva, the show still fresh in her mind. She hoped that her patient will need some direct help in the future, curious how all this flesh felt up close…

“Very well, I’ll see what I can do. Meanwhile, Miss Naenn, try to get some rest. I believe that tomorrow will be demanding as well” said the doctor.

Zoma groaned but nodded. At least Penina thought it was a nod, all this flesh was making it hard to tell. Soon after the doctor left.

***

Tali was gaping at the screen, despite the fact it only once again only showed the muscular commando. Only her helmet hid from the asari that her mouth was open.

“That’s the thick of it. Since then I have been getting loads of data, that Liara wants me to get familiar with for future operations. From what I managed to get from medical personnel, Naenn’s health is stable despite her weight. Your onboard medic, Mordin, can probably explain it better. He has been cooperating with our specialists and those data had been forwarded to him as well when you lifted data silence. Why exactly you had to employ it?” said Eristena.

The quarian was still a bit dazed so it took her a few seconds to reply.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I should tell. Liara’s going to be brief, so you should ask her. Sorry” replied the embarrassed engineer, but the commando didn’t seem fazed.

“That’s fine. If I didn’t have a direct order from Miss T’Soni I wouldn’t have disclosed the previous informations either” informed Eristena plainly.

“ahem… thanks. How Zoma’s now?” asked Tali.

“I’m not quite up to date on this, but from I heard surprisingly good. We’re setting her a more comfortable environment, she’s getting regular visits from T'mivus. Your kinsman keeps refusing any suggestions about losing her weight, even surgically, but at the same time is already offering her services in the same fashion she did to Eclipse. Seeing as our techs are already praising her work, that may just happen” reported the commando and after a second added.

“Would you like me to arrange a video call?”

“Mmmm… yes please, but’s that nothing urgent, I don’t want to trouble eighter of us. Last thing…How…how much Zoma weights?” Tali asked the question that had been on her mind since she had seen the obese quarian.

“If I remember correctly around 600 pounds” replied the head commando.

“On the unrelated note. It may interest you that our people assigned on Zhu Hope managed to mostly deal with colonist illness. What’s more, Shiala found a bondmate and is expecting” added Eristena with the smallest hint of a smile on the tired face.

They exchanged pleasantries and the call disconnected.

Tali remained silent, deep in thought. After such a draining mission, another bombshell had been dropped on her head. What’s more, it ha quite a lot of similarities to her own situation.

The quarian was sitting there, trying to wrap her head around this all when something that was neither purr nor growl was heard behind her back.

“600 pounds? That’s quite a number and that Zoma is much shorter than you, right?”

How in the name of ancestors, somebody that tall is so quiet? thought Tali when a shiver ran through her body. She didn’t turn back, the engineer knew what was there.

That pale, tall being with a smile that shouldn’t be humanly possible and red lines seemingly trying to burn through the skin.

“Shepard, are you done with everything?... eeem… how long you were here?” asked the quarian suddenly very nervous.

“Hmm… the boy is in medical, safe and our want-to-be Frankenstein secured. The moment he tries anything Grunt gets a new toy. I’m afraid we can’t do much more, we leave the rest to the Shadow Broker. And… well I was here long enough” answered the commander and placed her hands on Tali’s shoulders.

The quarian felt the ling fingers even through the suit, suddenly aware how much they sunk into her flesh.

“Ah…you sure they don’t need my…”

“Stop”

Shepard’s voice was seemingly sweet, pleasant, but for some reason left no room for argument.

“I hate the fact that for those last days you were wasting away and was being so exploited. Now I heard that some Eclipse merc managed to get such delicious results. That’s why for the next several days I make sure you rest and eat properly. While that T'mivus seems sensible I HATE to be outdone”

Tali swallowed. She was again trapped in the clutches of this human-shaped predator, her love.

And she knew she was going to love it.

Chapter Text

Next “Morning”
Normandy SR-2, Capitan’s quarters

Tali groaned when she felt herself slipping out of food-coma. The quarian glanced down and her brow furrowed, her belly was much larger than she remembered. Sure some of this was from the food, but the rest….

The hours since Shepard’s returns were intense, to say the least. The commander fed her, using both paste and solid foods, to the absolute limits. Then the engineer was left to sleep it off and the procedure was repeated.

Of course, there were breaks for sex, besides by now intimacy and eating were almost always connected. So, in the end, no matter how unreal it felt, Tali was starting having hard time imaging one without another and meals that didn’t left her stuffed.

It seemed that Shepard was dead set on outdoing the former eclipse asari in fattening as soon as possible

Despite her outward actions and reassurances to herself, the quarian was getting more and more eager about the prospect. The small part of her mind that whispered how wonderful it would be to be completely under the commander's control as she grow was getting almost impossible to control. How it would feel to be bigger than Zoma, immobilized by her own flam and pampered by the beautiful commander.

She signed and rubbed her expanded middle, knowing that it wasn’t the most affected part of her. The engineer activated her omnitool, but there was nothing that required her attention.

Then the woman heard the doors opened and Shepard came inside. The commander was wearing a wide, satisfied, albeit normal smile. The quarian expected impromptu feeding and lovemaking session.

This wasn’t the case.

The spectre stared at her lover with a dreamy look before starting.

“Hmmm….as much as I hate to interrupt such fruitful work I think we both should go to Mordin. He said he has some new conclusions about this asari side project of his and your friend’s medical data. Liara’s going to be there too, apparently, she’s curious about it.” The human woman informed and winked.

“But later we’ll continue”

“You’re relentless” moaned Tali, but fought the grin that was forcing itself on her face. Shepard flashed her abnormally, pearly white teeth and went to take the suit from the container.

The engineer stood up, becoming increasingly aware of the load in her stomach and her increased weight. Absentmindedly she reached down and reached her butt, far earlier than it had used to happen.

The most affected by Shepard’s efforts was her lover body. The quarian’s ass reached reaching the size of the air-inflated ball used in several human sports, a bit bigger than, overall much heavier, Miranda’s. She already felt her thighs brushing even when walking.

Then Tali felt, five-fingered hand squeeze her other butt-cheek.

“You can be quite the tease, you know” purred the commander next to the quarian’s ear. The engineer flushed, but Shepard disdn’t start anything, much to her lover's disappointment.

With her human’s help, Tali squeezed herself into the suit and both went to the elevator.

***

A few minutes later
Tech Labs

The “conference” was about to start. Shepard was standing near Mordin with crossed arms and a neutral expression. The scientist was looking through the data with usual for hum fervour and humming something. Tali was sitting quite far away from them, trying her best to hide her swollen bottom.

To the disappointment of both ladies, Liara’s presence was limited to audio.

Surprisingly, after greetings and a summary of events, back on Illium, the quarian was the first to speak.

“Mordin, Shepard said you got Zoma’s results, is she fine?”

The salarian’s head snapped immediately to look at her, with a small smile on his face.

“Yes. No imminent threat present. Fascinating really. Quarian physiology not accustomed to such strains. Yet, its adaptive abilities manage to compensate. Patient healthy, with a little negative effect, save reduced mobility. Unprecedented, far exceeding documented limits of… No, no limits, applications! Need to compare to krogan healing. Possible similarities, they could allow to…”

“Slow down Doctor” the commanded, calmly, albeit firmly, interrupted the scientist monologue.

“Are you saying that Naenn instead of atmosphere, adapted to being fat, enough to be fine? Didn’t she nearly have a heart attack?”

The overactive scientist nodded.

“Quarains’ ability’s limited by time and variety. Too large amount off pathogens at once causes serve consequences. One type of strain, over slowly growing over time allows the body to adapt. Here,  patient's body wasn’t ready for it yet. Also, changes allow for survival, not perfect functioning.” Mordin explained quickly.

“If I understand you correctly doctor, quarians are able to gain a large amount of weight with little adverse side effects. However, they can’t function properly in those conditions. So it’s different for us” summarised the familiar voice of ex-archaeologist, albeit a little bit deeper than they remembered.

“Yes. Quarian’s ability allows to survive and results can largely differ between individuals. In asari, large amounts of fat tissue, cause changes that are results of millennia of evolution, are near identical between individuals, analogical, allow for greater functioning with it as well as focusing body on reproduction. Still, all organisms have limits, wouldn’t advise testing those outside laboratories. For Miss Zorah’s friend I recommend several weeks of close medical observation, if nothing changes, no reason to maintain it. She should be fine and is in good hands”

Tali was an energetic engineer, who when pressed could operate on speeds that almost reached that of a hyperactive salarian. Thanks to it she managed to understand what he had said.

“Thanks, Mordin. Could you call me if something changes?” the quarian requested politely and the professor nodded.

“Of course, thankful for the quarian cooperation. Have several advices helpful for mixed special couples as well data from Miss T’Soni team. With your increasing volume, I advise extra caution” added Dr Solus innocently, but the quarian felt ready to melt.

“Professor, we appreciate your concern, but please stay on topic. You wrote that there were new discoveries based of examinations of Cerithia T'mivus. Could you share them with us?” the asari saved the engineer from the embarrassing silence. Shepard enjoyed her squirming far too much to save the quarian.

Mordin already widely gesticulating with his hands started to move through the room.

“Yes. Excited. Asari, the longest space-faring species, seemingly well-documented biology and lifecycle. Still managed undocumented processes in them. The original theory was confirmed with little modifications thanks to Miss T’Soni data. However, still incomplete, the patient T'mivus condition provided invaluable information. Asari mongo-gendered, but live in family units almost identical to other, poly-gendered species, save for inclination to polygamy. Miss T’Soni state seems repurposed for reproduction and taking care of newborns. Originally, it would leave her sustainable to predators, low chances of survival alone. Logically, a necessity for asari that would fill more masculine role, protecting her mate and providing her with sufficient nutrition”

“Mordin” interrupted Shepard, it was getting hard to understand the quick stream of words pouring from his lips.

“Are you saying that T'mivus basically become a male asari?”

“No, although not wholly incorrect. At present rare, but not unobserved for asari to assume a more masculine, protective role in the relationship, even after carrying an offspring. In this case patient’s illness, upon entering the next biological stage, caused instincts to develop to abnormal levels. The asari was fortunate, hormone levels could cause organ failure, will need more medical attention. Extra evidence was provided by Miss T’Soni commando. Herself and her asari subordinates experienced themselves to be physically fascinated by Miss Naenn’s body” the salarian explained, surprising all of his guests.

“So asari are naturally chubby chasers? Then why it’s such news, we should have heard about something about it” noticed Shepard.

“Not necessary. Most asari are extremely sensitive to their appearance. The beauty standards in our societies may cause the concept of overweight asari to be present in any meaningful manner. The imperative to feed partner is always ignored or wrongly interpreted, likely too weak to affect behavior outside very specific conditions. Asari in this position are a minority. The form of matriarch maturity observed in Miss T’Soninot documented for the same reason. Also, If the process is viewed as shameful, censorship may be the reason for the lack of data”

For several seconds two women and an asari were absorbing his words.

“Hmm… professor Solus has a point if there is something that may discredit us or make us appear unappealing our government sweeps it under the rug. It has been practice for long before the Citadel's discovery” admitted Liara reluctantly.

“Yes. Admittedly this part is largely unproven, albeit fitting. Still have some data and simulations to go through, but need more data from a wider pool to confirm” finished the hyperactive salarian.

“I admit that the topic is interesting to me, for obvious reasons. I may have an idea how to gather necessary information, but it’s just a concept for now. I’ll send you the information if I have something concrete. Will it be all?” said the ex-archaeologist.

“Yes, thank you for the data. Refreshing to be working on a fascinating topic, without danger. Nice change. Will inform if something new comes up. Now need to return to work. have few ideas to improve shields from collector swarm” replied Mordin and returner to his console, effectively ending conversation.

Liara offered only casual, almost cold farewell to Shepard and much more positive to Tali. They did pretend to had broken up on bad terms.

The spectre and quarian exited lab.

“You go up without me. I need to check something… Ssshhh”

Elizabeth put finger on the helmet’s speaker.

“You can’t go to the engineering, we still have much to make up for. And don’t speak when eating. It’s impolite” the pale woman instructed with the small smirk.

It’s worth noting that Tali’s silence, after healing about Zoma, was largely caused by the nutrient paste pouring to her mouth. The large container attached to suit had been freshly refilled by the commander.

The engineer did an annoyed pose, but did as asked(ordered). To be honest, she didn’t mind that much, being pampered by Shepard was pleasant and the smaller woman knew there would be a reward for good behaviour.

Still, Tali decided everything had to have limits. So with firm resolution to offer more steadfast opposition if situation continues for much longer, she went to elevator. Just like many times before.

Meanwhile, Shepard made her way to XO’s quarters. Since their return, she didn’t have the time to talk with Miranda. What’s more she had received several notification about her stomach reaching its limits. The operative was an smart woman, she could have found a way to cheat the sensors, or hopefully learned to properly deal with it by herself.

While the commander was sceptic, she wouldn’t mind. Contrary to what Miranda may think she didn’t feed her to spite her.

The doors were firmly locked, but Shepard came in with little problem.

The sight in side was a surprise, a pleasant one.

Miranda was soundly asleep on her bead only in trousers and lingerie. Around her empty wrappers after various MRE’s, with bits of them visible on the sheets. The effects of the weeks of feeding were clearly visible, every part of her could be described as bigger.

Not unrecognizably so, but if somebody hadn’t seen the brunette in those last months, he/she would likely assume that woman before her, was Miranda’s close relative. Physically similar, but with none of the operative’s trademark strife to perfection or self-control.

After all there’s was no way, that Miranda Lawson would let herself go like that. Those meaty, wide limbs, soft, ridiculously large breasts, and beginning of double chin, under the cherubic face, couldn’t possibly belong to the genetically engineered woman.

Currently,  the commander attention was focused on the brunette stomach. The formerly washboard-flat organ had fallen behind the operative’s curves in expansion,, but right now it was her most prominent feature. Gone was the flabby bag, already splitting into two folds, in its place was a large orb almost as big as a medical ball. The strained gut was covered in red marks, gurgling angrily and seemingly moving with every ominous gurgle.

The situation was clear to Elizabeth, although she was curious how it came to be and even more the regretted not being there to witness this obvious, rampant example of gluttony.

To watch this soft belly being stuffed and rise, becoming strained as a drum. Even now it held undeniable appeal, the spectre was curious about how it would feel under her fingers…

Shepard squashed her rising arousal, forcing her thoughts to remain cold. Miranda was an extremely attractive woman, to the commander even more than ever, but if there was a few things the tall female would never do, adultery was one of them.

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The commander shook her head, as if she just woke up. Seeing as Miranda was deep in slumber she decided for a bit of investigation.

It didn’t take long to find an ingesting object.

The spectre recognized container with stimulants, some of section were far for full.

The wide, toothy grin-like expression split the pale face in two and a red hum strengthened under the skin.

The substances missing were far from the most potent, but considering the variety and amount used in those few days, Miranda was going a hard time getting full in the following weeks.

Ģ̡̫͓͉̦̳̮̩̺̻̤̎̎͒͐̈̾̌ͥ̏̋̂̑̎ͣ́̉͟ͅͅõ̵ͪ͌̐̓͂̓͂͗̓ͣ͆̂̉̄͆ͦ҉͓̪̺̠͚̳̮o̧̞̱̜̼̮̦̰̱̥̰̹̹̤̹͓̘ͤ͗ͭͣ͊͗̿͆́͌̄̒̾̎͛̒͜͡d͛ͬ̐̀̽̾͋̆ͬͧ̊̚҉͇̼̩̺͜͢͝

The spectre’s teeth somehow become sharper, elongated and the parody of smile on her face even wider.

T̶̫̝͔̯̳͈̦̺̜͔̖͖̠̰͖̪̑̉ͫ̽ͫ͒͌̎ͭ͐̈͑̒ͧ̃̌̆̓̕ͅh̡̰̱̰͍͉͈͕̟̬͖̹̳̖̯̩ͥͫ͂̋̈͑ẽͯͩͤ̉ͧ͑ͯͯ̚҉̸̷̞͚̘̗͕̤̙͉̤͚̙̜͈͓͍͜ͅy̴͌͆ͥ̌̐̆ͭ҉̸̧͎͎̩̯̠͍͎̜͓̘͖̖̤̮̺̫͠  She left the room in the same state she had found it in. The spectre decide to leave that situation to develop on its own, seeing as it was going so well.

Besides Shepard had her own girl to take care of.

***  

Several hours later

 Illium, Nos Astra, Research facility oversaw by Dr. Ahum

“A fucking porn mag?! You *chew* psychos want us to pose for *chew* a porn mag!?” shouted a fat asari, easily in over 300 pounds range.

The conversation was held in one of the experimental apartments. Currently, it was used to gauge how long lasted effect of substances that had been used.

A long time, at least without outside countermeasures.

Inside were five asari. Four of them were from the original, drug-testing group, formerly associated with Heless Vate. All of them were in various states of undress and, above all obesity.

Fat bulged in form of bellies, enlarged curves, and widened limbs. Also despite the bravado, the inhabitants barely managed to tear themselves off their main occupation: eating. And even during speaking they frequently took bites of food.

The fifth asari was different. She was slim and wearing a full, proper business-asari dress, and her expression maintained professional neutrality.

“A pin-up magazine, yes. Nudity isn’t required nor even planned and your identities will be hidden with some tampering by our experts. Considering your situation and a hefty sum you’ll receive extra after the contract expires, I think my employer is giving you the most gracious offer” explained the bureaucrat, forcing herself for pleasantries. That fat idiot was getting on her nerves.

Jonuci Masus, because she had seemed to appoint herself a spokesperson for the newly assembled group, put the last piece of candy bar in her chocolate-stained mouth.

“*munch*…You bastards drug us and make us eat like fucking bovines for slaughter. Now you want to put in some messed-up pin-up mag, Think again bitch. What stops us from smearing you on the wall? Ugggh” asked former commando and with effort, leaned out to reach another treat. Liara’s employee was quiet for a second before replying in a much less cordial tone.

“You don’t seem to realize your position, so let me spell it out for you. You are severely overweight, with little practice. Even if you managed to hurt me, this room would be filled with gas and terminated. My employer gives you an opportunity to have provided some financial stability four yourself, instead of sitting on your fat asses. Feeding you all isn’t exactly cheap, how exactly do you intend to keep yourself afloat after we let you go? Also, keep in mind, we could persuade you to attend without any monetary bonus, whatever you want it or not” the asari explained and took a breath.

“I don’t know what is the point of this and I don’t care. My employer gives you chance to refuse, but I am here to get results and I’m willing to…”

“I’m in” said the third voice and bleach followed.

Linulha Novo, the formerly mindlessly voracious asari regained her grim on her actions, although food remained her main focus. Currently, the easily over400 pounds asari was sitting in one of the couches, happily stuffing herself with dried strips of meat. She was wearing only lingerie, with her adipose-ridden body on with full display. Her most eye-catching feature, the large, round, and constantly full stomach rested between her thighs.

“*buurrrp* it’s not like I got anything better to do and I *munch* always wanted to be a model. Besides It’s not like *much*anybody is going to actually buy it *munch*. Just add extra servings*munch* and we have a deal. Lenithnea, Josanly?”

It’s worth mentioning that at the sides of the fattest resident were sitting Sasir twins. They were both bigger than Masus, but considerably lighter than their couch-mate. Over the last months, the identical asari and Linulha had grown…close.

“*munch*…Sure”

“Whatever…*munch*”

Despite the pang of disgust, she felt from the sight of three fat, shameless asari, the bureaucrat couldn’t help the smug look appearing on her face. 

She turned back to her conversationalist, who looked ready to grind her teeth to dust.

“Perhaps you would like to revaluate your stance?”

*** 

The meeting with the hypnotized group was… peculiar. They seemed to behave normally, eerily so, but completely obvious to their obsessive gluttony and fact that their bodies had grotesquely swelled with fat.

There were some threats, but they lacked heat, but most of the former maidens mocked the idea and showed little interest.

Then the operative acted along with the egghead's suggestions. She slipped a few hints about the onset buffet and extra food privileges. That seemed to work like the best bait, even if her prey was unaware.

***  

The other groups were similar, although a few actual volunteers had refused. IN this case, she had strict order to not press(threaten) too much.

Still, it was a success overall. In total, the operative had several dozen asari and human females willing to pose for the magazine. Almost entirety of the selected ones. All of them ranged from slightly overweight(and growing) to ridiculously obese(at least to the recruiting asari’s eyes).

For what reason her boss would organize something so ridiculous as pin-up magazine with fat humanoids, she had no idea.

But there were two things she was certain of. One: questioning her boss without anything meaningful to say was idiotic. Two: T’Soni’s even most outrageous projects seemed to bring some sort of gain.

But what could the information broker gain from this?

***

A Few days later

 Normandy SR-2, XO’s office

After the mess with project “Overlord”, the Normandy had set course to the Citadel. They had several matters to attend mostly handling their “guests” to “proper” authorizes as well as fell upgrades and repairs to the ship. Nothing drastic, not like on Illium, but they were going to be grounded for few two-three days.

Now they were a few hours away from their destination and the crew was preparing. Emptying the necessary areas, preparing documentation, hiding AI core.

Miranda…well…Miranda was trying to button her pants. Not exactly her pants, everything in her wardrobe was far too small for her for some time now, but the pants from the biggest set of female, Cerberus uniform she could find.

For the last few days the operative rarely left her room, she simply had too much work to be dallying on the ship and didn’t bother with it, often even walking without trousers.

So imagine her shock when that day Miranda, after quite a bit of effort put her pants up, only to realize the piece of cloth didn’t want to close.

Oh…she tried, several times and with dedication worth of more noble cause, but it had become painfully apparent that it was pointless. She needed clothes for the trip to the Citadel if only to find some more fitting for herself, not to mentions her various official duties.

That left one option. The brunette couldn’t borrow wardrobe from, Shepard, save lingerie, the commander curves were ridiculous…how this wall of muscles was so big?... so they should be wide enough, but she knew that they were far too long to look even somewhat presentable on her.

That left the male wardrobe and only pieces of it on the larger end.

Miranda knew that was foolish to care about it, but the fact she had to give up on female clutches due to her figure, stung.

She would have to ask Shepard to bring it for her. The operative had to admit, non-sarcastically, that commander was helpful. The brunette wrote a quick request and glanced at her reflection.

This time any disgust she felt was drowned under the wave of spiteful satisfaction.

I hope you get proper reports, father. Look at the effect of the fortune spent on genetic research, look at your legacy

Her every limb was covered in an undeniable layer of soft adipose. Unlike T’Soni’s, Miranda’s face did little to combat the onslaught of fat, her cheekbones were all, but invisible, cheeks inflated and under it was a clear beginning of second chin. Of course, the bulk of blubber concentrated in her curves. The operative never had thought she would be so happy for Shepard’s own enormous bottom and chest, tanks to it the brunette had something to borrow. The erogenous zones had, barely noticeable under inspection, signs after healed stretchmarks. 

Her gut was in worse condition, due to the terrible abuse it had been enduring lately, it picked on more mass, but also was covered in reddish, still healing marks. Miranda usually fell into a food coma before smearing the lotion on herself and she had only her extraordinary biology to thanks for the situation not being worse.

Speaking of her gut…

The operative massaged the soft surface and instinctively looked down.

She was hungry. Good

Of course, the brunette wasn’t able to see her tum, it was obscured by her enormous, softening boobs. She could see veins pulsing under the skin, and small patches of boob-flesh overflowing the bra.

However, her cravings quickly snapped her out of the trance. Miranda was still getting used to it. Thanks to T’Soni’s drugs, she was constantly hungry. That feeling simply ranged from an almost obsessive desire to devour everything in sight, to a slight compulsion to stuff yourself further despite being on the verge of explosion.

Her omitool beeped, Shepard wrote that she’s going to bring clothes an hour later, she was busy sparing.

Miranda felt herself smiling, it was enough time for a snack.

With relief, she fell on the couch in the bedroom area. The brunette had never before thought that standing for such a short time could be tiring, but now she was learning otherwise.

With a grunt, she picked a container and a bottle of shake from under the couch. Inside, there were enough MRE’s, to be more than a full meal volume-wise and more than several meals worth calorie-wise.

With no remorse Miranda began systematically destroy the box’s contents, occasionally sipping on the dense liquid. And in a matter of minutes, she devoured a load of food that several weeks ago would leave her stuffed to the brim.

Now…well, the brunette could still go for more, despite feeling a considerable load in her stomach.

She rubbed her engorged middle and reminded herself that under her desk was another box, that one containing some sweets beside usual rations. The obese asari had pocked those as well to vary her meals. Miranda ignore those so far, but now…

There was one problem, food and her own bulk was weighting the operative down, and during last months she experienced very little physical exercise. To put it simply, even if she would deny it, Miranda had gotten lazy and didn’t want to leave the couch.

Then the stuffed female heard doors opening, her brow furrowed. She had ordered EDI to not let anyone, not “in-the-know”, in without asking her first. So who…

“Where are you bitch? Don’t hide, the computer said you’re here” shouted a familiar voice.

…well she does fit the criteria sighed the brunette mentally, she felt good and didn’t want to deal with the criminal. Then a daring idea came to her, if Jack was here she may as well be useful.

“I’m sitting here. You would notice if you cared to look before shouting. If you want anything, please hand me the container from under the desk” informed the operative casually. Miranda was simply sitting on the couch in a location obscured by the shower.

“I’m not your fucking maid, cheerleader!” hissed the convict and began going towards the brunette.

“I wouldn’t think of this, but I can keep quiet about anything you ask me later the taller woman explained. What followed was a series of curses and grumbling, but it would seem that the former prisoner picked up the item.

“The fuck is…” 

Jack arrived with the container, frown visible on her face, but the moment she saw the glutted Miranda, she exploded with laughter. 

“…hahahaaa...so…your…a pig not…haha… a bitch…”

The operative patiently endured the laughter and various insults.

“Are you done? The box” interrupted annoyed Miranda.

The snickering convict handed it to her and the brunette reached for the fattening content.

“ppffff...you really think you need more food?” asked Jack as she watched the overweight woman bit into a nutrient bar.

“I believe *munch* that I informed you of my reasons for *munch* my overindulgence. If *munch* you don’t want to watch turn around or * munch* get out” informed the operative between bites.

The mocking smirk disappeared, Jack seemingly couldn’t decide on the proper expression, finally settling on the furrow.

“Shut it bitch, I have questions”

And surprising Miranda the tattooed woman pulled from behind a holopad that had been stepped to the harness, to one of the straps that made up her “outfit”. 

For the next several minutes the criminal had asked questions, mentioned a few things that needed to be clarified as well as other issues. Miranda kept on eating and answering, discussing.

The entire situation genuinely surprised Miranda. Despite crude language and insults, it was clear that Jack had thoroughly read the data provided by her and T’Soni, what’s more, she sorted them and managed to correctly interpret them.

It was a far cry from the mindless, albeit dangerous, hooligan the brunette had categorized Jack as.

There was a brief break in the conversation when Miranda felt a donut next to her lips. Without a thought, she bit into it, although something was wrong.

When the brunette swallowed the last bite, she realized she hadn’t been the one holding the threat.

“Pfff…don’t try bullshitting me that it's just part of some cover piggy” said Jack with a smirk.

Miranda felt blood rushing to her cheeks and a growing spark of fury. But she forced herself to remain calm, to think.

The taller woman shifted to a more comfortable position, widened space between her legs for now tightly protruding gut, leaned more on the back to relieve her spine of some load. Normally she wouldn’t assume such an undignified position, even before such degenerate as Jack, but…

“Since you’re so eager to help *munch*, please do continue” Miranda informed, swallowed the bit of MRE, and simply opened her mouth, waiting.

Jack recoiled, smirk disappearing, turning into confusion and…something(?), but surprisingly not in the disgust. Soon a look of angry determination and bared, clenched teeth overshadowed everything.

“You’re on, hog” replied the convict and grabbed another treat.

The following minutes were probably the most bizarre in Miranda’s life, which was saying something.

Accompanied by various, imaginative profanities Jack was cramming both sweets and MRE’s bars into Miranda’s mouth. It took some time before the convict adjusted pace so the brunette wouldn’t choke, but soon enough the operative was receiving food at a speed that allowed her to bite, chew and swallow. 

Nothing else was possible. Miranda was barely able to eat and not easy, but the bald woman didn’t care. Save the nature of food it was quite similar to Shepard’s treatment with funnel.

Not entirely though, Shepard had been indifferent and completely professional during those, while Jack was full of passion, even if fuelled by anger.

For some reason, this made the operative feel…strange, even if not unpleasant.

The unreal process was at its end. Miranda’s belly became taunt and round, only a small rift remaining after folds. Oh, it wasn’t her limit, with months of practice and newfound elasticity the brunette could easily pack in more, but the container was empty.

The only thing remaining was that European(?) donut with filling in Jack’s fingers. The convict crammed it between the brunette’s lips and she dutifully bitted into it.

However as the treat was being consumed, the chocolate filling was escaping in the opposite direction, on the tattooed fingers.

It was unclear what was the cause, was Jack too slow or Miranda too fast and too entranced to stop, or perhaps all of this was in work.

Sufficient to say, that the over operative didn’t stop at the last part of a cake, instantly started to lick the much thinner than her own fingers, sucking a thick layer of chocolate filling and frosting.

The operative realized what she was doing only once the tattooed hand was all but clean. She recoiled as if the convict’s hand was made from red-hot steel and absent-mindedly swallowed the sweet mass that had been stuffing her cheeks.

The sight before her was, once again, most surprising. Instead of disgust, typical for her wrath or even surprise, Jack’s face betrayed confusion, and… was that blush on her face?!

The seconds of following silence seemed like an eternity to both women.

Suddenly, like a startled animal, Jack stood up.

“Fuck you, fuck this shit!” yelled the convict, but her voice was strangely breaking, lacking conviction.

With that, the tattooed woman fled the room. Yes, it couldn’t be a mistake for anything else than escape.

Miranda was left on the couch with remains of food on the fabric around her, on her face, with distended, fat gut between her legs and wide open, gaping mouth.

She had been wrong – this was the most bizarre in her life.

***

Several hours later 
Captain’s quarters 

Tali was contemplating her reflection in the bathroom’s big mirror. Anyone, even passingly familiar with a quarian body language would notice her distress.

To be more exact, the engineer's attention was focused on her lower body. Her hips, bottom, and legs – the places where her new adipose was mostly focused and, noticeable, even when in the suit. While outside of the isolation it was possible to notice an increase in other areas, her lower body was as big, if not bigger, than Miranda’s. Of course, she was lighter, for now, than the operative, but her gain was more focused. And she was gaining on the brunette.

In short, only the blind wouldn’t notice the fact that Tali was probably the most bootylicious quarian alive. And her species was more gifted in that area than humans or asari.

Now, instead of helping to prepare for nearing arrival and repairs, the engineer was fussing about how people on the Citadel will react to her figure. Tali herself wasn’t bothered by it any longer, the crew was either accepting or smart enough not to make an issue of it.

But they were approaching the Citadel, heart of the galactic government, full of scruffy diplomats, businessmen, and other individuals with superiority complex bigger than the station itself. It wasn’t a pleasant place to be a quarian normally, but how all those egocentrics would react? What’s worse how would react a fellow quarian, they were some on the Citadel.

Tali had long since developed a thick skin to various profanities and accusations, she would deal with them. But it doesn’t mean she wasn’t a bit concerned, especially about the prospect of meeting a pilgrim from the Flotilla.

“You’re overthinking” informed a voice.

Tali's pose straightened and she looked calmly at the source. Leaning on the doorframe was Elizabeth, wearing her casual outfit and with a small smile. The quarian had, somehow, gotten used to the spectre appearing out of thin air.

“I know, I know… it’s just…I really don’t want this visit to be ruined by some comments. It's rare to meet quarian as big as me” explained the engineer with embarrassment.

Shepard approached and took her hands.

“Yes, I have never met a quarian as beautiful as you, prettier than any woman at Citadel. That and I know that you’re smarter than to get angry because of some idiot with a quarter of your brain. You’re skilled, intelligent, if someone will insult based on how you look or your species it’s miracle they lived past infancy. Also, please remember that I’ll be there if you need me” the commander said warmly.

Her words made Tali blush under the helmet and feel insects in her belly.

“Worst case, you can sic the butcher of Torfan on anyone who sours your mood or blackmail them through our lovely asari archaeologist” Shepard added with a wicked grin. 

The quarian freed one hand and playfully smacked the spectre.

“No murder and no blackmail. You two are bad enough as it is”

Elizabeth laughed and pulled her lover close, almost enough to bury the purple vision in her ample bosom, stopping barely an inch away from it. Not that Tali would have minded, especially as she felt the long fingers on her hips.

“Mmmm… since we’re on topic. I cannot help but wonder how much you've grown, wouldn’t you mind checking?” purred Shepard with a sweet smile. 

Again the quarian felt heat on her face and didn’t realize that she had never informed Elizabeth of this feature in her suit.

“Hymp… fine, give me a moment” replied the shorter woman and with some regret wrangled herself from the human’s embrace. She started typing on her omnitool, it was a simple and quick affair but took enough time for the spectre to tightly hug her lover from behind.

“210 pounds” Tali whispered, she knew she had put on weight, it was painfully clear, but to be aware of the exact number…

“Hmmm… that’s a nice start.” 

The quarian heard it spoken in a low, rumbling voice right beside her head and could feel vibrations from the large, muscular body pressing to her chubby one. She felt the heat spreading through her body, also in the lower sections, and suddenly remembered the conversation she had a few hours prior.

Thanks to Eristena, Tali had been able to converse with Zoma. While they knew each other only briefly it was still nice and further reassured Shepard’s lover of her kinsman's safety. The duo also spoke about less crucial things, the obese quarian’s perceptivity surprised the engineer. The immobilized woman managed to notice Tali’s own increased figure and interrogate her about her current relationship status. In return, she shared her own experiences and mentioned many experiences she had thanks to her blubbery body.

Zoma was very descriptive, very graphically so. Now, scenarios she had been talking about flashed through Tali’s mind. She could help but wonder, how it would feel to be with Shepard while being as large as Zoma…

Then, she looked up and glanced at the mirror. That turned her attention away from vivid scenarios.

Shepard was sporting that strange, unsettling grin of hers, but the spectre’s reflection seemed blurry(?) and… was that eyes?

“Eh… as much as I would love to stay we have job to do. But later… I know this restaurant on Citadel, nothing fancy, but I think you’ll like it” Shepard said, in a voice ridiculously unfitting the phantasm Tali had seen in the mirror and reluctantly released her girlfriend.

“Ah…I would love to” answered the engineer when she snapped out of the daze and a warm feeling returned.

Still, as Tali watched the tall woman leave, she couldn’t help but wonder about the terrible image in the mirror.

***

Several hours later
Citadel

“Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?” asked the maiden pleasantly enough, but scanned a potential customer with wary eyes. Not surprisingly, she was an employee in one of the high-end stores on Citadel and Miranda had to make do with Cerberus uniform. However, the brunette had no answer for the faint blush that appeared on the asari's face.

“I have a bit of situation. I need to replenish my wardrobe and resize a few clothes” informed the operative and gestured to a rather large container hovering next to her.

“Of course, I’ll happily show you what we have to offer, but I’m afraid we adjust only our products and for premium members” answered the saleswoman with a beaming smile.

Miranda felt anger and embarrassment in her chest. She was somewhat familiar with the asari, the maiden was the one usually attending to her when thebrunttewas in this store. The operative was indeed a premium member and she knew for the fact that the employee had memorized her.

But that had been over a hundred pounds ago.

Wordlessly, she flashed omnitool, sending data to the asari’s console. The maiden blinked in surprise and this time fully blushed.

“M… Miss Lawson, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you. Is this something normal for humans? I thought that…” rambled the normally very professional asari.

“No, as it turned out I possess a very rare genetic disorder. Now, Miss Javo, can we please return to the matter at hand?” interrupted the operative sternly.

The asari managed to compose herself, her expression returned to the pleasant, professional one, but a faint tint of purple remained on her cheeks for some reason.

“Of course ma’am”

First, they had taken Miranda’s measurements. There was no trouble with that, although a human woman responsible for this raised eyebrows at them. Then came an attempt at finding new clothes.

It was when…complications started.

Miranda was aware of how much she gained as well as the only pieces of lingerie that fit her was Shepard’s, which had been custom made. So she started with the biggest sets available, intending to scale down accordingly.

That didn’t work as planned.

Most of the shop’s merchandise simply didn’t fit the brunette. Mostly she wasn’t even able to close the bras or put on panties. Even if Miranda managed this feat, it couldn’t be even called a close fit, as lingerie dug painfully in her adipose-filled flesh. Her breast overflowed bras in a truly ridiculous manner, pants gave her painful wedges, and even then were mostly covered by her meaty butt cheeks.

Miranda’s temper was rising and the maiden attending her was getting more embarrassed and distressed by a minute.

Finally, gritting her teeth, the brunette gave up on lingerie and skipped to clothes.

Results were similar, or even worse, as an attempt to fit in the clothes resulted in a very graphic testament to how much the operative's figure had changed.

Miranda was seething, furious with the situation, although there were a few contradictory feelings mixed in. The artificial-made woman was furious about the inability to restock her wardrobe, not her overweight body. At the same time, the brunette felt a vengeful satisfaction, she hoped that somebody was updating her father of her current state, she hoped he saw her fat, swollen body.

“Miss Lawson?” asked the asari carefully.

“Yes?”

The maiden winced at the falsely pleasant tone of the human female but continued.

“I’m afraid that we don’t have anything else and resizing will be finished tomorrow, not today. We…we simply don’t have enough fabric” explained the maiden, almost visibly shrinking under Miranda’s gaze.

The operative felt herself shaking, but forced herself to close her eyes and inhale a square meter of air.

“I see”

“But…well, a several meters from here is another store of our brand, however, it specializes in maternal outfits…” advised the saleswoman, very quietly.

Miranda simply stared for several seconds, before exhaling, her expression relaxed.

“Thank you for the information, I’ll check it. My ship sets out in three days, I expect my clothes to be done by then, please send me the notification” the brunette answered and began walking out the store.

She didn’t see that the maiden was very closely observing her wobbling butt with bitten lip and blush.

***

Three hours later
The Normandy SR-2, The third deck,

The elevator opened, revealing an unusual image.

The snickering Jack was leaning on equally cheerful Miranda, the convict’s nose nearly in the large cleavage. The operative wasn't faring much, better on her face was a visible smile unfitting her typical stern image and she supported herself a bit on Shepard. On the other, the blood-haired woman seemed perfectly sober only a bit annoyed, only tendency to slip into her native language being a sign of consumed alcohol. Finally, there was Kasumi, who was dangling like a sack of potatoes over, the spectre's shoulder. The thief murmured something, every then and now exploding into a fit of giggles.

But what resulted in this?

It’s simple, really.

Miranda had visited the shop advertised by the asari maiden and had been returning to the ship with the supply of material, albeit high-quality and fashionable, clothes.

Still, she was in a rather foul mood, the operative was hungry, ravenous really, her joints ached with weak, but constant dull pain caused by extra pounds. Then, she had been ambushed by Kasumi. The thief invited her for a “girl-time”. Obviously, the brunette was firmly against it, but a mix of nagging and blackmail convinced her to go if only to have the thief stop talking.

The operative was led to the establishment of a much lower category than she would have ventured out of her own volition, but it was surprisingly tidy.

Inside, the operative easily noticed Shepard(it was hard not to) and when she took a closer look, she noticed yeoman Chambers and unfortunately Jack.

Obviously, the convict had started with insults and Miranda had been already in a poor mood so a scuffle almost broke out. The spectre had diffused the situation with few “calming” words and stern gaze, accompanied by the fellow ginger's much more positive commentary.

The beginning of the “party” was tense. Shepard wanted to unwind when none of her lovers was available. Jack wanted to get smashed and have some fun(of whatever variety she could find). Kasumi wanted to fish for some juicy tidbits and have some laughs. Miranda wanted to be back on the Normandy take shower and most importantly eat something, Kelly…well she wanted many things.

However, most ladies had made a critical error. They had let Elizabeth choose liquor and set the pace. When it comes to stronger alcohols, the human spectre accepted only vodka or even stronger, homemade beverages.

Miranda and Jack are biotics and no strangers to various alcohols, but while it’s a miraculous hangover cure, the ability didn’t prevent them from getting drunk.

Kelly was surprisingly resilient for her petite frame, Kasumi a bit less so.

Shepard…well, later when the second, 2-liter bottle of vodka had shown bottom, the tall woman was still infuriatingly sober and had tenderly reminiscence her family moonshine recipe.

Meanwhile, the thief had been fighting bravely but seemed to be losing connection with reality momentarily. Surprisingly, both Jack and Miranda had been happy drunks. Still, mostly coherent, but their insults turned playful, joking, even if normally they would be at each other’s throats at this point. Kelly had sneaked out with some female turian, a bottle earlier.

With resignation, Shepard had stood up and a minute later returned with two bottles and normal glass. One had been identical to previous ones, second was smaller and had ryncol inside. The commander wasn’t a fan of this drink, it had disgusting texture and taste, but had been determined to get at least tipsy.

She poured vodka into her companions’ shot glasses and mix of it and ryncol to hers.

When both bottles were empty, Shepard had been experiencing a faint hum that soothed the pain of lonesome existence and decided that it had been a job well done.

At the same time, the convict and operative had been engaged in a game of ”who-had-shittier-childhood” and some weird, passive-aggressive flirting. Kasumi was lying on the table, ready to transcendent to another state of enlightenment.

Of course, they had to make their way back to the ship, which culminated in the elevator scene. The good( debatable in the spectre case) thing was that the walk allowed them to sober up a bit, save Kasumi.

“I’m going to put our master thief in her bed. You two, wait or can you make it on your own?” Elizabeth asked the duo.

“I’m… perfectly capable…”

“We ain’t some like-weights like the hoody…*hic*”

“…yes”

The spectre nodded and made her way to the thief’s abode. The bizarre pair started to carefully stumble to Miranda’s office. Once inside they both fell on the bed with relief and a giggle that was very contradictory to their normal personas.

It was that moment, that hunger pierced through to Miranda’s alcohol-clouded mind, snacks back at the bar had been a drop in the bucked of what her stomach needed.

Then she realized that somebody grabbed her butt cheeks.

“Fuck, you got one fat ass” murmured Jack and squeezed. The operative responded with neither moan nor giggle.

“Mmm… better than yours. If you’re bored grab me something to eat, first” said the brunette and lazily gestured to the container with the afternoon meal.

The tattooed woman grimace, but swaying she brought food. Meanwhile, with effort Miranda managed to, roll over on her back.

“Shiiitt, you’re sure you aren’t a cow, those tits look ready to be milked”

The operative snapped the tattooed hand that reached for her boob, which almost resulted in Jack falling on her.

“Food, now. Cultivating a perfect body requires a proper nu...nut...nutr… food. And do this properly this time” informed Miranda.

“Pft, like you need more lard” snorted the convict and loudly clapped the brunette’s fat gut.

The operative merely opened her mouth, she was hungry.

It was a repeat of the situation from the days ago, only with more drunken clumsiness and cheer.

Much more cheer.

For some reason botch females were getting hotter and it wasn’t just alcohol at work.

“Fuck, you’re getting off of this” Jack vocalized her observation, when Miranda had let out less than… appropriate sound after eating a pastry.

It was a good thing she had already swallowed.

“Wh…What? Have you finally lost your mind?!” sputtered the operative and tried to get up, but a donut, forcefully shoved between her lips, brought her down.

“You hate daddy so much? Or do you just like being fattened like a pig, cheerleader? Who’s degenerate now, bitch?” sneered the criminal with glee.

The brunette managed to chow down the treat in record time, anger piercing through the alcohol-fuelled cheer.

“It takes one to know another or you groping and ogling my tits is just an accident?” hissed Miranda in low voice and looked into Jack’s face.

The tattooed woman’s expression went through several different emotions in the spawn of a few seconds, finally second on determination, accompanied by a smirk.

“You know what cheerleader? Fuck this”

Two things happened almost at once, another treat was forced into the brunette’s mouth. Meanwhile, Jack’s hand moved from the lower portion of Miranda’s upper thigh, place it had been happily occupying for several last minutes, to under the brunette’s trouser and between two enlarged legs.

“MMMmmmm!” moaned Miranda through a stuffed mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?! You like being fed and fucked like a pig! Why don’t you squeal for…!”

The grinning woman’s rant was interrupted when the brunette pulled on one of the straps that make up the convict's outfit. Two women were facing each other.

The operative, swallowed food, nearly choking in the process.

“You can either shut the fuck up and get going for real or get out of my room” gaped Miranda breathlessly

Jack grinned again, one hand was reaching for another donut, the second was clumsily ripping the newly bought clutches.

It was going to be a fun night.

 ***

Around the same time
Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

Liara with tired satisfaction sat on her bed. The work as the Shadow Broker and preparing for Reapers was mentally demanding as well as draining. But the effects, even if some were appearing minuscule, were reassuring. The obese asari was pleased about it.

“Will that be all, Miss T’Soni?” politely asked an artificially generated voice.

It was yet another success in the doctor’s book. After months of painstaking, careful reprogramming she had managed to turn the previous Broker’s obnoxious VI into something truly great, she was sure even Tali would be impressed. The broker had given it designation: Glymph.

“Yes, please have the package from Illium brought her I want to test it” replied asari.

“Of course. Ma’am” and with that blue sphere flew off.

Liara smiled, it was good to have a…

*GGGGGRRRRROOOOOWWWWWLLLLL*

A deep, guttural growl rippled through the air like the hungry roar of an ancient beast.

Well, it wasn’t exactly incorrect, save for the “ancient” part.

The doctor with a blush on her face rubbed her gargantuan gut, normally she would have bent to its every demand, but the asari wanted to try something. It was hard to hold herself down, Liara was a growing matron after all.

Indeed, the information broker was happily gorging herself and growing, every part of her body swelling like dough. Her belly kept widening, creeping on her knees, every day farther. And the gluttonous sphere was hardly an exception, by the void even the asari’s blue toes were bigger.

A few days ago, the doctor realized with arousal, just in how different directions her arms had been pointing when she had pressed them to her meaty body. That wasn’t the only sign of her gluttony, Liara could still put on the shoes, but the task was so troublesome, that she left completely to one of many bots, the ex-archaeologist was using. Same with the rest of the clothes and certain, manual activities. Although all things considered, the automated assistance had been, so far, caused by laziness and convenience, but it appeared that in not so distant future they would be necessary as the asari grew.

It’s quite astounding what a few pounds on an already large body can body noted Liara, surprisingly ignorant of the truth. 

Surprising, even for herself, was how at peace with her slowly decreasing mobility, or perhaps the doctor was too pleased with her adipose-filed body to truly care.

With some effort, she managed to snuggle down in the middle of the bed, where the asari had prepared herself a spot with many pillows that nicely compensated her changing proportions. Then, the young matron grabbed a nearly holopad and began reviewing less crucial projects.

Mmm… Dr. Ahum and his team are doing a good job. Also, they have everything prepared and are going to start shooting soon. There’s no telling about the results, but that’s barely a drop in the budget, and if our observations are any indication… mused Liara.

“Ma’am” a synthetic voice interrupted her line of thoughts. Glymph returned and controlled by him, robot brought in the package from Illium.

The item was a slightly modified machine that had been used to “help” patients bulk up mass, in Dr. Ahum’s facility. Most recently it had been used on Elona Loni and Heless Vate.

Why Liara would want such a device delivered? Simple, beyond purely physical, and increasingly demanding(the routine itself remained the same), exercises to avoid muscle entropy, Liara was taking up more biotic training. Most of this would be too hard for asari of her age, but the young matron had supplies of eezo and fuel far surpassing any other member of her age group and most matriarchs.

At the same time, even if the information broker’s species was the most “energy-efficient” when it came to biotics, it didn’t change the fact that new activity burned through many calories.

Keeping that in mind as well as her goal of gaining 50 pounds, Liara had ordered the machine. It was all purely for practical reasons and she didn’t intend to use it often if at all. It wasn’t as if the doctor was curious, not at all.

Soon, the robot set everything up.

“Thank you, Glymph. Please leave the remote near me, just in case. That will be all for today, you can return to your duties after finishing” informed Liara.

“Of course, Miss T’Soni”

The mech, thankfully it was a delicate, medical model, began inserting a funnel into Liara’s throat. The experience was a bit unpleasant, but not terribly so.

Almost immediately, the cream began flowing, the VI flew off and the doctor returned to the lecture.

While this mode of consumption was without the typical pleasure, a taste of food and physical act, however, the young matron knew that the paste, while more calorie-rich than any edible substance, had a taste that left much to be desired.

Minutes passed. At first, nothing happened, the substance was flowing calmly and the ex-researcher’s stomach needed quite a lot to even feel sated.

Of course, a considerable time later, this moment arrived, but the machine didn’t stop there. The paste kept being forced down Liara’s throat and her stomach grew.

The heavy asari ceased reading and focused on expanding mass, she tenderly rubbed its tender, pulsating with heat surface. Before this “meal”, she had consumed a lot of strong digestives, stretchers, and special, local anesthetic, so the doctor could pack away even more food.

Her spherical gut stretched, but the layer of blubber was too thick so it remained soft. Two chubby hands were rubbing the distending belly, the fullness inside growing to the aching, almost painful levels.

But Liara didn’t mind, instead, her soft face began getting purple with blush.

By the Goddess, she couldn’t help but imagine Elizabeth being there with her, Tali too would be welcome. To have them witness the testament to her gluttony, her dedication, and her fertile body. To have them plant a litter of beautiful daughters into her bountiful, fat flesh as they worshipped it.

The ex-archaeologist had heard tales of her species's lust, but she had chalked them up as rumors, caused by incomplete information.

But now? The doctor wasn’t so sure.

Now, with her lard-laden belly ridiculously swollen and painful, one hand remained on it while the second went to her equally enormous breast and nipple. Liara didn’t even try to reach between her tree-trunk-like legs, besides the sensitivity of that area for asari was minuscule compared to other species.

The pain grew and so the obese matron’s arousal, her imagination was running wild. She found the monstrous, agony-filled, mass that pined her to the cracking bed and her chest. Liara’s heart was pounding furiously, managing to easily supply an enormous body only thanks to eons of evolution. The furious moans were barely muffed by the hose in the mouth and any movement was prevented by the very flesh that put in her state, but that only added to the doctor's excitement.

Ultimately, when her throbbing, beaded with sweat stomach felt ready to crack, when wrangling in ecstasy the young asari managed to make her obese body sway by millimeters… Liara reached her end.

SSSSsssssheeeparrrd!!!!.....

The mountain of asari went limp, her hands falling to the sides and eyes rolling back. The ex-archaeologist almost immediately drifted asleep, tired by the day’s events, and only her soft, distended middle was facing highly upwards in the mockery of common sense.

Soon, soundless the medbot arrived and gently removed the funnel from Liara’s lips.

Then, it left the counted asari alone to digest and grow…GROW.

Chapter Text

Morning
The Normandy SR-2, XO’s office

Miranda was suddenly awake. She blinked, not comprehending the situation, why she woke. Everything was…

*ggggrrrrroowll*

A low noise coming from her middle made the operative painfully aware of the unbearable hollowness in her middle. Strangely enough, she opted to scan her surroundings first, something was different.

On the left were her clutches, the brunette would need to check her newest purchase and see what to wear. There were also some straps lying there….

Anyway, on the opposite side, Miranda noticed what was left of her meal, nothing edible. If she was estimating, the previous day the brunette had devoured her entire supply of not-MRE food. She would need to resupply, as long as they are docked the operative could treat herself to something else than calorie-dense rations.

Then there was…

FUCK

No matter how much Miranda tried, she couldn’t ignore her naked state, nor the sleeping owner of the head that was resting in the middle of her swollen bosom. What’s more, memories were coming back to here, very vivid ones, and worse - very pleasurable ones.

The defector gritted her teeth, how could she with that… that…

She took a deep breath, there was no point in getting worked over it. Jack, as much as Miranda hated to admit that, wasn’t a mindless brute and hadn’t done anything the brunette hadn’t allowed.

Ultimately it was only sex.

So she returned to the matter at hand – the operative was ravenous and could use a shower. She had to get herself free, waking the tattooed woman up wasn’t an option. While Miranda didn’t hold Jack’s sleep as a priority, if the criminal was woken up and saw the brunette, there could be some damage…

“MmmmMMmmmmm”

It would seem the problem was slowing itself. The convict moved and began opening her eyes.

“…what fucker is drilling…I’m gonna…”

At this moment half-lidded eyes noticed what, or rather who was her pillow. Despite this, her mind seemed to refuse to accept it.

“You…”

“If it’s any consolation the situation isn’t optimal for either. Let’s get up and get dressed, then you may throw a fit” informed Miranda, forcing neutrality in her voice.

The bald female’s face twisted but she did as told, murmuring under the nose. The duo began putting on clothes, and most definitely neither of them was trying to ogle the other.

Jack, due to small volumes of fabric on her, finished much faster, but maintained silence, despite the grimace.

Finally, they stood face to face.

“I believe it would be best to forget this incident” started Miranda.

“*tsk*… can't admit you loved eating eat my ass?” mocked the convict. This time the overweight woman’s teeth clenched.

“If anybody was… no matter, we both know you don’t want to be associated with Cerberus, and by proxy me, any more than necessary and I don’t want to be with you, so stop making it hard” replied Miranda.

Jack grimace reached new heights but nodded. Ultimately she had been arguing on principle.

*GGGGGRRRRROoooowwwwlllll*

The brunette took a deep breath.

“Now, excuse me. I need to eat something and clean up” said the brunette with the faintest blush and turned to a compartment that held emergency MREs.

The shorter woman muttered some profanity and went to the door. She stopped before them and looked back. Miranda was currently bent, at least as far as she could wither belly and breasts, and even though, although now well-fitting, trouser the convict could see the brunette large ass.

Jack bit her lip. She wouldn’t mind watching Miranda make a pig of herself…

*** 

A few hours later
The Citadel 

Tali smiled, she was genuinely happy. For now, she was done with Normandy and waiting for the repair crew to finish. Today, Shepard had taken to the restaurant as promised. Indeed the establishment was modest but very pleasant. The quarian liked it especially as it was clearly a mixed-species restaurant, it was the first time she had seen a krogan chef. Nobody bothered her and they had even a few quarian dishes, albeit prepared mostly for turian customers.

Later they sightsaw, visited a few associates. No one bothered them or mocked them, although Tali suspected that Elizabeth’s ability to turn anybody into a shaking jelly with a menacing gaze had been at work.

Accidently they stumbled upon another quarian or rather ran up to Shepard. It would seem, the young woman hadn’t realized upon first meeting that it had been The Saviour of Citadel who helped her.

Lia'Vael vas Tonbay was fumbling with some words, clearly flushed and embarrassed, but at the same determined to properly express her gratitude.

Was I like that? mused Tali as she had watched an almost bowing girl.

Then she introduced herself. At that, the shorter quarian almost fainted and almost immediately was even more excited. It would seem that Tali was an even greater hero than The First Human Spectre to Lia'Vael.

Shepard only laughed and teased Tali about having fans. Shepard only laughed and teased Tali about having fans. Then she proposed they all go to the café. The shortest woman had been trying to refuse, but once they received their order, it had become clear the girl had been hungry.

At some point Shepard had left, she had a meeting with Anderson. They had briefly met the human councilor, but he had been busy and, while the man had worded it extremely politely, there had been matters Anderson couldn’t have mentioned around Tali. 

The quarian didn’t blame him for that.

So now she was sitting alone with her kinsman. Once the girl had calmed down a bit, Tali began sharing her experiences and pieces of advice as an “experienced”, former pilgrim.

“Excuse me, Miss Zorah?” asked Lia'Vael, Tali looked at her still sipping on her drink.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot help but worry. Are you ill? I…I mean you’re so swollen, I cannot help but worry” explained the younger quarian with embarrassment.

Tali felt like she put her hand in the ship’s main power grid, too stunned to speak for a few seconds. So far her kinsman hadn’t mentioned her stature in any way, but it would seem her luck ran out. To be honest, it was a matter of time, the engineer was lucky that seats had no armrests otherwise sitting down might have been problematic, standing up even more so.

“No, no, no. I’m healthy it’s just…ahem” 

The taller quarian tried to compose herself and maintain her “dignified” demeanor. Somehow she succeeded.

“You see…Shepard and I, we've been together since not long after my trial. Lis is wonderful but a bit too much... attentive. She… likes to pamper, always makes sure I eat whenever I can. I’m pretty sure that if Shepard had her way I wouldn’t lift a finger on the ship. All of this made me put on a few pounds” explained Tali diplomatically, trying to show no signs of nervousness.

The shorter quarian was quiet for a second while absorbing information.

“That’s so sweet”

That wasn’t quite what Tali had been expecting. 

“I wish I had someone like that. I manage not to go around starving, but still and I wouldn’t mind hips as nice as yours” continued the younger woman, pout almost could be heard in her voice.

The engineer was a little bewildered, but a wave of relief washed over her.

“Pilgrimage isn’t exactly the best time to look for romance. If you intend to follow through with it” noted the purple-clad woman.

“What do you mean?” asked the pilgrim with a tilted head, unsure what her senior had meant.

“I don’t exactly endorse it, by any means, but you must be aware that death or return to The Flotilla aren't only options”

And Tali began explaining that not all quarians returned to the Flotilla despite being able to. Sometimes they decide to remain on their own with various results, often ending in an unpleasant situation, but almost equally often managing to establish themselves a decent life. Zoma had intended to return to the Flotilla as she hadn’t seen a better alternative. But now? She was happy in a relationship and at such suggestion, the obese quarian had exploded with laughter. Tali also knew other, less dramatic examples.

Lia'Vael listened carefully, she fully intended to return to their “home”, the girl had family there but was thankful for the information.

“Mmm... do you think I should try losing this…padding?” asked Tali once the conversation stirred to the more mundane, if sensitive to her, topic.

The younger woman looked at her, posture betraying light surprise/shock.

“Why would you? I mean I was just concerned at first, but you look great, different, but nice. And cannot help but be jealous, when I think how well you’re fed to get like this. I personally wouldn’t mind getting some of that” replied the sorted quarian earnestly.

“Hmmm, I’m afraid there is no more position like mine”

The rest of the conversation continued without any surprises and was pleasant. The pilgrim received a “letter of recommendation”; it didn’t provide her with a job right away, but it made sure somebody from Liara’s firm would interview her seriously.

However, all this time gears were moving in Tali’s head. She had finally made the decision that had been plaguing her for weeks now. Or perhaps, the engineer simply accepted what she long since had decided

***

Later
The Normandy SR-2, captain quarters

“…already have it prepared, so it won’t be a problem. But do send me something interesting to watch, it is quite lonely here” finished the voice from the console. Tali blushed slightly.

“I blame Shephard for this. Where is our poor, shy prothean archaeologist?” asked the quarian looking playfully at the chubby face on the screen.

“Heh… the pot calling the kettle black” answered Liara with a smile, using a human saying. 

“Eh… I’m sorry, but I have to go now. Tell Liz, I’ll hopefully scramble a few free minutes tomorrow” informed Liara, the engineer nodded, and the call ended.

This conversation had been a result of Tali’s recent resolve. She decided that she should have some ”legal” occupation, seeing as a return to the Flotilla was out of the question. As the quarian could have predicted, but hadn’t, the information broker had been preparing it for some time. They discussed it for several minutes and Liara sent files to Tali. It was pleasant, with a bit of embarrassment stemming from the asari request for vids, starring Tali and Shepard, preferably unclothed.

The engineer stood up, there were a few things she wanted to prepare before her girlfriend returned. She was wearing only lingerie, she had a bathrobe and “ordinary" clothing, all very comfortable, but when possible the quarian chose to wear as little as possible. Having her skin naked was still a new, and pleasant, experience.

About half-hour later, a tall, muscular humanoid with pale fur atop its head entered the room.

“How’s my favorite quarian?” asked Shepard happily and went for a hug. The chubby engineer stopped her.

“You know what’s an advantage of the suit? You can set it to filter smells. Go wash, you stink like a krogan” accused Tali. Shepard assumed an outraged expression.

“Our son, Tali. How could you say that about Grunt?!” jested the Spectre, but obediently walked to the shower.

When the steaming ginger went out of the bathroom she noticed her lover sitting on the bed with a strange expression. There were also some containers nearby, but the Spectre attention was focused on the quarian, or rather her lush hips.

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing wrong, but I want to talk with you. I spoke with Liara, soon I’ll be officially her employee, a ridiculously high-up employee. Anybody will notice that… anyway, It… not what I wanted to talk about” said Tali. She stood up and walked to the commander. After a deep breath, she continued.

“It feels like it’s officially…the end. I’m no longer returning to the Flotilla, ever. You know, at first, it felt like a dream, but now? … I’m happy, despite this. I’m with you and Liara, I… love, love you. Wouldn’t change it even if the alternative was a chance to go back”

By now two women were almost in the embrace and felt the heat of the other.

“But It’s just now that I really accepted it, for better or worse. That means that I can do things I wouldn’t otherwise. Enter a relationship with alien or two, live on the lap of luxury or… grow fat” continued Tali and snorted quietly. She straightened her arms enough to look at Shepard directly with her luminescent eyes.

“And I know you love me too… Even Liara sees me as more than “ a friend with benefits”. I’m leaving my life in your hands. But I want to know what exactly I am to you, I want to know what exactly I signed up for, commander” finished the quarian with an endearing smile,

Shepard looked at her in silence, some strange lights and shadows seemed to pass behind the muscular female’s eyes. Finally, she spoke.

“You’re the woman I love. As soon as Reapers are dealt with I want to officiate this in any way you deem appropriate and Liara agrees to. I’ll be your wife, partner, lover, mate, whatever you choose or all of it. I’ll kill for you, torture for you, deal with anybody that threatens you in any way. I want for you to be happy” explained the commander solemnly. 

“But If you stay with us I’ll do everything to keep you safe, even from yourself, even if I’ll have to make so you won’t be able to lift a finger save to enjoy yourself. I’ll provide you with everything you need. And I’ll do so until I draw breath” 

The smaller woman was panting, looking at the serious expression of her lover. She knew that Shepard was intense and that confession hadn’t told her anything that the quarian didn’t know or suspected, but those words and conviction…

Tali shoved her worries in the deepest pits of her soul. She had long since made her decision and still had no real desire to change it.

Reluctantly the quarian broke off from her lover, it took some time as neither truly wanted to do it. The shorter woman turned around to the boxes and bowed down to them, giving Shepard an excellent view of the two large, meaty orbs that made her girlfriend’s posterior. Despite numerous pounds of lard that went into it, they remained fairly round.

The quarian pulled a familiar, silk rope Shepard had purchased for… reasons and put it over her shoulder. Then with a shy smile, she took one of many containers and positioned herself in quite a “peculiar” way. The commander could see the flesh of her lover's butt cheeks pour around her, and still modes belly rest on the ample thighs. Oh… The container was full of levo-food.

“Seeing as I’ll intend to stick to the end one way or another…I think I may as well go all the way. Come here and feed me”

What happened next almost made Tali yelp. The ginger face split revealing far more teeth than it should be humanly possible and practically leaped on the quarian. Like in a blur, the soft rope was being wrapped tightly, but strangely gently around purple skin. Soon the engineer found herself thoroughly immobilized, but not tied to the bed and with her stomach having a lot of freedom.

Tali felt her ample flesh bulge around silk, especially in her northern, fattest regions. She also experienced a rushed excitement at her predicament as well as from the commander’s firm hands groping her softening flesh.

The moment motion ceased, the blushing quarian opened her mouth wide. Almost immediately something sweet was crammed inside, likely cake, smearing cream on the heated face and nearly choking Tali.

Shepard watched with a wide smile and flames in her eyes as her lover tried to chew the fattening treat.

“Mmmm… by the void, I’ll make you enormous, I’ll make you so big we don’t need those ropes” purred the pale humanoid and caressed the quarian’s tummy, which was already covered by a noticeable layer of adipose.

Tali managed to swallow the incredible load, she felt it, almost painfully, slide down her throat. Once again the quarian widened her lips on her own.

The commander’s smile somehow widened once again, exposing teeth that had no anatomical right to be there. The Spectre put another piece of cake inside her girlfriend's mouth and the second began roaming purple body with renewed energy.

Seemingly this night was no different from many others, but there was one little detail that changed a lot.

Tali was in bliss and completely at Shepard’s mercy, but this time she needed no prompting to accept more and more food.

Even as she became full, she still ate. Even as her gut visibly swelled and began painfully, Tali still forced herself to open her mouth for more.

Even when the quarian was reaching climax and her middle was developing stretchmarks, she still chewed and readied for another portion of fattening treats.

***

Next Day
Citadel, Silversun Strip

“I knew that humans could store nutrients, but I first time seeing one so large. How does it affect battle performance?”

“Ugh…Does colonist don’t know better than keep their pigs shut?”

“Mmmmm… I don’t know, that sway is quite mesmerizing”

Miranda clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the whispers of the multispecies crowd and prevent an embarrassment from showing on her face, but the blush was more than a little visible, despite it.

Once again in such a short time spawn the brunette couldn’t help but wonder how she ended in this situation. However this time she decided to disregard this and focus on what was happening around her.

The XO had just entered Armax Arsenal Arena, she could feel the eyes of spectators on her enlarged body. That and the brunette still could hear various not-so-subtle comments people made about a woman “of her statue” entering the arena. The only, slight highlight was the fact that most non-humans had never seen a human female that was overweight and were mostly just curious.

Miranda tried her best to control herself to give no sign of embarrassment as bystanders looked at her overweight body. Why was she here in the first p…

“C’mon cheerleader. Let’s get it started if you really think you’re fat ass can keep up with me!”

…here it is. Miranda clenched her teeth as a not-so-distant shout reached her eyes and she looked from the corners of her eyes at the degenerate.

Once again, by some cruel twist of Fate, they had stumbled upon each other and, of course, an argument started. Strangely enough, it seemed like neither felt any heat, but badmouthed the other out of habit. Anyway seeing as per Shepard order they had agreed to avoid physical confrontations, of the violent kind, both women decided to settle their differences in the Arena.

Rules were simple: only shields and biotics, who destroy more enemies wins.

Miranda honestly couldn’t recall who came with this idiotic idea, but she had no desire to back down.

The XO saw terrain being generated and soon holographic forms of geth soon followed. The moment countdown finished, the world become much bluer and both contestants rushed at enemies.

However, soon enough Miranda realized she might have… miscalculated.

She had walked off, victoriously from many skirmishes using only her eezo-based abilities, but in those cases, the brunette had also heavily on her acrobatic skills. 

That had been almost 200 pounds ago.

Now every almost every maneuver made her weakened muscles sing in agony and sent her adipose into furious jiggles. Either her breast or her ass dragged her down, her center of mass was completely off, not to mention her face ended in her soft cleavage more than once. To add to the injury, she was out of breath almost immediately.

How Shepard fights with her tits? Wait… what does T’Soni do to move around easily? wondered Miranda furiously as Jack was gaining the lead, trying to remember how the much larger asari managed to get around. The answer, that’s abusing personal biotic aura, wasn’t too helpful, but better than nothing.

The brunette decided to change tactics, find a spot with the best view and focus on long-range attacks.

She crouched and forced herself to perform a long jump, which even with overcharged aura made her legs burn. At the same time, at the edge of hearing range, she registered a tearing sound and Miranda felt a rush of air around her bottom.

Another miscalculation. Her typical, outgrown outfit may be “revealing” and give little physical protection, but it did provide a full range of movement. Considering how skin-tight it was, the XO had decided against commissioning a bigger one, that and she hadn’t thought she would take part in any strengthens activities, so the brunette wasn’t wearing appropriate for them.

Miranda clenched her teeth, almost to the breaking point, and continued.

More blue flashes, taunts, and sounds of satisfaction from the tattooed woman. The XO didn’t speak, she barely managed to inhale enough air to function, her muscles seemed to be on fire and every movement sent her fattened assets flying, throwing her off balance.

However new tactic worked, partially thanks to Jack entering a battle frenzy focusing solely on close quarters. The competition became an almost cliché clash of control vs brute force.

Holograms were falling one after another, when suddenly no more was in sight. Both females looked on the display and cursed foully – a tie.

But the match didn’t stop so… there!

Not so far and under Miranda was the last geth behind a cover, botch noticed it at the same time. Jack was much farther, but the brunette wasn’t confident in scoring a kill on that distance and with how exhausted she was, so the operative jumped towards it.

Miranda felt her jacked ripping on her back, but she ignored it, solely focusing on the remaining enemy.

Both females struck the target at the same time, forgetting that it was only a solid hologram. Instead of losing a majority of insertion on the metal frame, the geth shattered leaving nothing solid and contestants crashed into each other.

The mass of entangled limbs, ones soft and flawless, others thin and tattooed, was rolling for a short while before stopping. 

Both moaned and muttered curses when they heard an announcement about the end of the match.

They glanced at the display, Miranda raising herself on the arms and Jack flexing her neck. A second later both swore.

The system categorized the match as a TIE. 

It took some time before they stopped seething with rage and realized the situation they found themselves in. Miranda was lying on Jack with her legs astride, her generous bust hanging directly above the convict’s head. The skinny woman was firmly, albeit accidentally, clutching the operative’s soft, meaty ass. There was also the issue of Jack’s… sparse clothing and Miranda’s visibly ripped ones… and finally, that recent battle left them, especially the brunette, panting and with red on the faces.

It painted quite an interesting and unambiguous image.

The moment the convict noticed approaching camera-drone. She furiously shoved Miranda to the side and send the device flying into a wall. Jack turned to the operative, who tried to stand up, with an expression where fury and confusion mixed.

The tattooed female looked ready to say something, instead, she shook her head, cursed, and stomped to the exit.

That left Miranda sore, standing up, while trying to maintain a level of dignity, and about as confused as the convict.

***

Two Hours later
Normandy SR-2, Med Bay

This was torture.

“Please, now look into the light,” said Dr. Chakwas.

The moment Miranda and Jack returned to the ship, they learned Shepard knew of their little match and that they were to report to medbay on full medical examination.

The Arena systems weren’t able to inflict damage that wouldn’t be helped by a few drops of medigel or cold compress.

Shepard knew this, Dr. Chakwas knew this, Miranda knew this, hell even Jack knew this.

This was punishment, plain and simple. Once again everybody knew it, even if nobody admitted it out loud.

“Now Miss Lawson, there’s no reason to frown like a child. We’re almost finished” added the medic far too cheerfully as she noticed Miranda’s sour expression. 

“What about me, doc? You finished prodding me and I don’t want to watch piggy” piqued Jack with a frown, but neither carried any heat.

The convict had been checked earlier and received several energy batons. Since then she had remained in medbay on observation. Miranda wasn’t thrilled or rather wasn’t sure, about being half-naked with Jack present either, even if the convict hid it she could feel the tattooed female ogling her fattened curves.

And there was quite a lot to ogle. Miranda was well past the 260 pounds range, her curves reached sizes that were mostly seen only on digitally altered pictures. The only woman, even counting asari, Miranda knew with both natural breast and ass this size was Shepard. But unlike the abnormal Spectre, the brunette round parts weren’t quite as perky, upon inspection it was clear that those delightful mounds were a side-effect of lard and not tissue. Besides the only reason why all fat went there, was Miranda’s enhanced genetics, but it had limits. Upon an onslaught of calories, the operative was getting wider all over, her belly, previously barely softened, now seemed keen to catch up to her breast and a second chin was more often seen than not.

“You’re going to stay until I’m finished, Jack. And perhaps that’ll teach you a lesson. Considering you’re experienced as a biotic, you ought to know better to strain yourself so much on empty stomach” replied the doctor unaffected by the criminal’s menacing presence.

Fortunately for Miranda, Karin kept her word and a few minutes later the deed was done.

“Well, besides minor bruises, you’re fine. Of course, due to rapid change in mass, some parameters changed, but, so far, are fortunately still within acceptable parameters. Nonetheless, I advise you to avoid any taxing activities until we know more about your condition” said Dr. Chakwas and gave the brunet a meaningful look - Don’t do anything to arouse suspicion.

“Yes, yes we all know that cheerleader’s perfect even when looking like a hog” mocked Jack, but Miranda barely felt a twinge of annoyance. She was about to retort but the medic was faster.

“It wasn’t Miss Lawson who almost collapsed on the floor. You may be the most powerful human biotic, but without fuel, you won’t be able to do much” scolded Karin.

At that moment a familiar, holographic sphere appeared.

“I apologize for the interruption, but I believe I uncovered something interesting during the match and based on newly acquired medical data. May I?” said the AI.

“Go ahead EDI” replied Miranda as highest on the chain of command.

“As per my initial instructions and Commander’s orders I had monitored any and all combat-related situations the crew takes part of. While the sensors on Armax Arsenal Arena aren’t well-suited for this task I had measured the energy output of moth Jack and operative Lawson. In the case of the letter, I have noted a significant increase in energy used during the time in the arena compared to the tests months ago” informed EDI.

“EDI, are you saying Miranda’s biotic’s increased in strength? I understand that may be possible with asari, they eat eezo and store them in new tissues, but with humans?” asked the doctor with a furrow. Miranda was interested as well and Jack’s face twisted at the information.

“Negative. Operative Lawson’s power output was approaching the highest that was recorded for her but never breached it. However, she maintained operating at that level for far longer than ever recorded with no permanent side effects” explained the AI.

This time Jack was the fastest.

“You’re seriously saying, that cheerleader got stronger because she’s fat” the convict voiced thoughts that came to all three females.

“Initial diagnosis suggests so. Considering the large amounts of calories necessary for human biotic to function that seems probably. It’s surprising that this wasn’t investigated sooner, it seems obvious in high sight. Of course, it requires further investigation and a report will be put forward to Dr. Chakwas and Professor Solus, but even at this stage I can confirm the plausibility of this theory at 91.64%”

“Please do so. Besides purely scientific curiosity, it would be good to know about the possible advantage to this situation” ordered Miranda, she was genuinely curious. If this was true, and EDI was right it seemed to be obvious, the need to increase her bulk was gaining a new sense.

“If I packed on pounds it would work for me?” asked Jack surprisingly calmly.

“Affirmative. While I wouldn’t advise increasing your lipids stores to the same extent as operative Lawson, bulking up within limits would improve your endurance with biotic” confirmed the AI.

“Sure thing, we already have one hog aboard” the convict grinned at Miranda.

“Considering the state of your body, Jack, you have no room to talk. And about gaining a few pounds, I would ask you to do just that. No matter if EDI’s theory is right or not, you’re toeing the line of being malnourished. Consider this an order of a medical officer. That will be all for both of you.” said Dr. Chakwas and with a gesture worthy of Cleopatra dismissed them.

Jack scoffed and went away, Miranda was carefully putting her, intact, clothing fighting against her bulging curves.

After being roughly reminded how jingly her new body was and hoping that was the end of the excitement for today, Miranda was unpleasantly surprised to find Jack near her office.

“What now? ”asked the brunette, barely hiding contempt.

“Bite me, cheerleader” barked the convict, but immediately grimaced.

“Listen, that match… it was…Ok. You did better than I thought you could especially with that flab” 

Jack looked away

“I would trash you in a real fight, but still…it was almost fun” finished the bald woman after some deliberation. 

“I see…” replied Miranda.

The convict looked to the sides as if unsure what to do. Finally opting to go to her “room”.

Meanwhile, the overweight brunette stood there for a few seconds blinking, unsure what just happened.

Did Jack just try to be… nice?

***

Next Day, Noon
Normandy SR-2, The XO office

Miranda was finishing up paperwork and reading data about the state of Normandy. In a few hours they would set off, but the brunette wasn’t needed during preparations so she fought using her console and supporting herself with an abundance of snacks.

The operative had a short conversation with Shepard. Despite her misgivings, it seemed that the tall Spectre was completely content as long as Miranda stuffed herself to the limits during meals with sufficiently fattening food. The mood between them had returned to roughly what had been before “feedings”.

And in that quiet moment doors opened and Miranda thought that a happy conclusion this day had been going, was just postponed.

Jack came to her desk, and out of blue, put a bag on it and sat down.

“What’s this?” said the brunette, she was understandably suspicious of the package.

“Don’t get your oversized panties in a twist. It’s a cake, the soldier boy said it’s your favorite '' said the convict begrudgingly and unwrapped the item, revealing that, indeed, it was the brunette's beloved citrus cake.

“You. bought me a cake?” Miranda wasn’t sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“You deaf, cheerleader?!” snapped the bald woman and clenched her teeth.

“Listen, Shep told us not to kill each other and you’re… not as stuck up as I thought… don’t get a big head. You’re a bitch, just not TIM’s cock-sucking one. I can… work with you without wanting to bash your head in”

Miranda absorbed this speech and glanced at the cake.

“So you thought I could be bribed by a cake.” Miranda said slowly. Jack grimaced.

“Don’t eat the fucking cake for all I care. Here!”

A holopad appeared on the desk. Miranda carefully took it and checked. Her eyes widened little

“Contacts and info about some types I’ve come across. Figured you and Shep’s ex can use some of that” informed Jack.

The operative skimmed the beginning, unsure what to say. If she read that right the convict had just handled her leads about some of the shadiest organizations and individuals in the galaxy. Sure it needed to be verified, cataloged, but…

“I thought that you dealt with people only using fists,” said Miranda bending sideways.

“And I thought that you drank something fancier than that” replied Jack, seeing a partially emptied bottle of bourbon being put on the desk.

“Pff…half bottle for two biotics?”

“I have more. Besides you came here to… socialize, not get drunk” noticed the brunette and poured the liquid into two glasses and cut the cake.

Both drank liquor like medicine, both had strong heads and they needed many liquid ice-breakers.

Miranda poured more, but silence kept stretching.

“How do you maintain your temperature with your biotics? You’ve been to places where humans cannot effectively operate wearing only… this. It has to be a trick to this” the operative forced herself to start, she had been wondering about that.

Jack’s face twisted into a cocky smile, but helping herself with various obscenities the convict began explaining.

Surprising both women, one topic led to another, one to the third one and so on. Both females had more than a few pent-up words to say. Fortunately, Miranda indeed possessed generous storage of snacks and liquor,

***

Two hours later

“pfft….hahaha… Jacob in the dress?!! Did he wear heels?!” shouted 

“Admittedly, this was a rather makeshift disguise, but it worked. And yes, Taylor did wear heels” replied Miranda with a smile which prompted another burst of laughter. 

The initially awkward attempt at creating the most fragile of bridges after some time resulted in a fairly pleasant exchange of stories,

That’s right. Jack and Miranda Lawson were having fun together and it didn’t even involve passive-aggressive sex. As they loathed to admit it initially they had more in common than they had thought.

Now instead of jumping to their throats, they exchanged playful barbs and laughed.

To be fair they needed a few things to smooth things. Namely alcohol and food, quite a lot of both really.

There was nothing left of cake and the bottle of bourbon had long since shown its bottom. But Miranda was well prepared, she had an abundance of snacks and a second bottle ready.

Now both women were pleasantly tips and various foods sloshed with alcohol in their bellies. The grooving operative was merely full, she didn’t experience the ripping pain like from her proper meals. But Jack, who tried to keep up, was almost ready to throw up, the uncomfortable feeling dulled by alcohol. Her flat midriff was now slightly, albeit noticeably rounded with a fattening feast.

“So you and Mister abs have something going on?” asked Jack, her face flushed.

“Heh…no, we’re friends, but nothing more. As we learned our characters clash too much to allow that” replied Miranda and sipped her drink.

“pfft… loser, he doesn’t know what he is missing. I mean has he seen your rack? I did, and it’s amazing” 

“Oh?” Miranda raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I do seem to recall that you were impressed. Then again having a first chance to work with a quality material does that even for amateurs” said Miranda and leaned down a bit exposing Jack to her very, very generous cleavage. The convict didn’t fail, and her gaze firmly locked on ample flesh, in places decorated with barely visible veins.

“Bitch! Is that a challenge?!”

“…maybe”

But before it could be said or happen, the door opened. Miranda looked in surprise and Jack with anger at the intruder, but both started to rapidly sober up.

Shepard calmly walked in, merely raising an eyebrow as she absorbed the scene she had walked in. The Spectre face was serene, too serene. And those eyes…

If somebody ever wanted to know what a bug feels like, something that can be quashed with no effort depending on a fancy, should see those eyes.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I need to know something” said the pale woman as she walked up to the operative.

“Miranda, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a dead Reaper orbiting Mnemosyne?”

Miranda blinked, searching her memories. But alcoholic haze notwithstanding… 

“No. Shepard, everything concerning the Reapers I bring directly to you”...and T’Soni…”. I had made several reports about what we had gathered and I had sent you all of them” informed the brunette calmly and fully honestly.

During the entire time, Shepard's gaze was pinning her, eyes seemingly ready to burst into flames at any second. Then the spell broke, the commander rubbed her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Sorry, but I need to hear that…ah. Sorry for barging in, we’ll have a briefing 12 hours from now. Try to get some sleep before that. If you’ll need me I’ll be with Grunt” said the Spectre and exited the office.

The moment commander’s inhumanely shapely ass disappeared behind doors, the tension that had filled the room suddenly disappeared.

Both women looked at each other.

“Illusive dick is screwed” summed up Jack and downed an entire glass of liquor in one go.

Miranda followed in her example. There was nothing else to add.

***

Hagalaz’s atmosphere, The Shadow Broker’s ship

What makes a hedonist?

An average person asked that, or similar, question, no matter a species would first image a fat, smelly batarian, surrounded by dozen sex-slaves of various species providing extravagant foods, alcohols and serving to their master carnal desires.

A bit smaller percentage would image a human male. Not necessarily overweight, a proper businessman during the day, but a lecherous satire in private. Using his money and power to fulfill his sexual deviations and have servants answer his evert.

A truly small, ancient portion of the populace would think of an ancient asari, a matriarch. Member of a species who instead, or just alone, sharing her wisdom was using her influence to surround herself in bountiful, semi-fanatical followers. Around them alcohol and narcotic flowed like water, their worshiper treating an opportunity to serve their goddess every whim and provide sexual release, no matter as depraved, as a blessing.

Nobody would think of other species, they were either too disciplined or found pleasure in vastly different areas.

This was hardly the issue bothering Liara when between bites of food she sorted through the galaxy's dirt.

Was Liara a hedonist?

She certainly didn’t think of herself as one.

Oh… she was obviously very fat, in fact, she was probably several times heavier than any human or asari she ever met. Her soft, spherical boulder of a stomach reached far on her lap and multiplied the doctor's original width. Atop this mountainous organ rested a pair of large breasts that could easily pass as watermelons in size and whose perkiness contradicted their size.

The digits that were either working amazingly fast on a console or pushing foods between blue lips were starting to resemble small sausages, with hands and arms equally swollen. But the forearms, visibly separated, had started to resemble large, doughty pillows, wide as Liara’s thighs had been years ago.

Said thighs couldn’t be compared to any anatomical part or even the stoutest of human and asari, they could rival trunks of a tree from the ancient forest, but soft and jiggle. Those tree trunks constantly touched, no matter position, turning any attempt at movement into a waddle. Connected to them, by the rift in the flesh instead of knees, calves resembled in shape an actual, extremely oversized calf of an athlete, but almost the entire volume was made of soft, luscious flab, with the shape being a pure coincidence. Directly after were feet, ankles were long since swallowed by calves that were far chubbier than should have, covered in a noticeable layer of adipose.

Even Liara’s back, instead of simply being interrupted by soft folds of side-fat, was extending more than an inch behind and ended with two beanbag-like orbs covered in occasional dimples that created a massive shelf. Of course, the lovely doctor’s head wasn’t left out, there was no sign of her cheekbones, in exchange she developed a charming pair of charming, cherubic cheeks. Even her crest and area on the back of her skull seemed meatier. What was left of her neck turned into one, wide fold that would sooner or later be absorbed by the asari’s head or torso.

Yes… Liara was fat, more than simply obese. It was a fact she had accepted and made peace with.

However it wasn’t her fault, now, was it? The information broker had been fattened by a spy, using concretion, hypnosis, and drugs.

Oh… the fact that Shepard found her even more attractive in this form had been a happy accident that saved her from heartbreak and desperate attempts to lose poundage. Meanwhile, the doctor herself felt quite comfortable in the new skin, despite the circumstances.

So, she enjoyed it by proxy, and did nothing to slim down. Quite opposite in fact, not only did Liara continue to maintain the caloric onslaught, she even increased it. Like now, the doctor despite being focused on the screens around her, in every moment that her thickened fingers were free they pushed another fattening delight in her mouth.

But it was for Shepard! What kind of a bondmate Liara would be, when her partner(s) went on a suicide mission and she, staying behind, didn’t fulfill her lover’s request. 

It wasn’t as she delighted in pushing her gargantuan belly to its limits, with every meal making it able to handle more and more, helping herself with various drugs. She admitted to enjoying various culinary delights, but it was a bonus. Her large asari body needed quite a lot of fuel just to maintain it, so she simply had to eat even more, that’s why every meal turned into a feast fit for a family. Or… should be called a meal, after all, the massive asari’s maw was busy chewing food from breakfast to the moment her eyes shut to sleep, save for moments she had to give verbal commands. 

So what about Liara spending periods inspecting her body, watching as her folds grew, as her belly hung farther and lower and her waist wider with every day? The doctor was merely assessing if her diet was working. The T’Soni heiress most certainly did not feel a thing between her wobbling, ever-touching loins as she did so. She didn’t bite her lip when she saw just how much more space she took, how her limbs starched clothes farther and farther. Liara felt neither pride nor excitement as she observed her gut grow, hanging farther and lower every day.

Besides… an overindulgence with food was hardly considered to be hedonistic nowadays, even if Liara would find it pleasurable.

Long gone were days of Roman aristocrats, whose orgies resolved in swelling forms and who purposefully threw up so they may eat more or ancient asari from obscure texts that were rumored to dwarf mountains.

Even more time away and much more well hidden were the days of the ancient asari matriarch. Whose bodies were like fertile mountains spawning plentiful offspring and attended by faithful servants.

Those were hedonists of old times, not now. Besides Liara didn’t have any servants nor indulge in sexual acts…

Albeit she was increasingly reliant on her robotics attendants, even in matters she didn’t need them. But it was only natural! 

With the onslaught of duties and harrowing information she had to deal with, the doctor looked for respite and any extra time she could muster. The only physical activities Liara did fully without assistance was walking(under consideration) and showering(albeit lately lengthened tools had been in use).

It was purely practical, altogether not related to her non-existing reluctance to burn any calories and those few activities didn’t remain because Liara loved to feel the ever grooving train on her body.

That’s all. Oh and the doctor exercised. Nowadays focusing more on biotic than muscles but still.

Liara didn’t seek sexual pleasures, sure she dearly(desperately) missed intimacy with her lovers, but she managed. 

Well, she did closely the operations initiated by Nyxeris, but it was merely an experimental and delicate situation that required her oversight. The doctor didn’t have any perverse interest in watching those women and asari, to observe that prompted by various stimuli they bloom beautifully with fat, grow soft and large, ever less eager to move, but never as magnificent as herself.

Neither did Liara feel excitement when seeing thin forms of some loose ends and imagining how she could use her various methods to swell with lard, too busy eating and slowed down to care about conspiring.

Liara was just protecting her interests.

All that equipment to help Tali gain, surely she had the right to provide her friend/lover with means to spice up her love life. The quarian wasn’t in any way being compelled to use them, and The doctor certainly wasn’t just an engineering situation young Zorah would fatten up so they both could bring pleasure to the commander.

Yes, Liara kept on occasionally making those videos and received a few in return, but she just felt lonely. The young matron just reunited, more happily than the doctor had thought could be possible, with Shepard and they had to separate, again. And let’s be honest compared to the majority of her peers did on a daily basis, those vids were still borderline prudish.

So… was Liara a hedonist?... debatable, rather not, but she was a young asari, she had time.

Was Liara a glutton? Well…

The young matron checked the hour, dinner time was approaching, but she was even busier than usual. At that moment Liara noticed a reflection of herself on one console.

The doctor saw the mountain of wobbling blubber that she had become, her body taking up space on a luxurious armchair that could pass as a small sofa. She was wearing only thin, still, somewhat loose casual clothes that didn’t even cover the gurgling mass of her digesting stomach. The blue blubbery mass was fully on display, her current drab wasn’t able to cover it anyway and besides, Liara… preferred for her tummy to be unrestrained. Around the young matriarch were signs of her snacking, albeit not nearly as much as one could expect. The doctor’s robotic attendants were top-notch, they kept her workplace clean

The young matron considered the situation, absentmindedly putting her hand on the mountain of flesh that had sprouted from her once washboard middle.

Hmm… my hands are getting tired. I think a funnel with strawberry flavor will do the trick.

Minutes later, even as Liara’s fingers were dancing on consoles, one of the automatons was putting a tube in her gullet.

Soon after, the doctor worked, sorting through the galaxy’s secrets while a fattening mixture was flowing directly to her stomach.

Her gut was busy digesting and as did her entire body accommodating new stores of lard with one main goal: to grow large and fertile enough to carry a large brood of Shepard’s children.

Chapter Text

A few days later
The Normandy SR-2, Captain’s quarters

Tali stormed inside the bedroom, shaking in rage, which sent waves through her bottom and the rest of her well-cushioned body parts. But she paid the furious movement no mind and quickly laid on the bed, burying her head and helmet in the cushion. The half-muffled scream of frustration completed the image.

The quarian was at her wits ends. First, they had learned the Illusive Man had known about a Reaper wreck long enough to, against all common sense, establish a research outpost. And of course, Shepard and the team had to go in, because communication was down. Minutes after Elizabeth, Garrus, and Grunt set a foot inside, the Normandy received information about indoctrinated scientists, dragoon teeth, and husks, because why not!? As a topping, there was apparently a friendly geth there as well?

The team somehow managed to get back safely, just before the monstrous corpse succumbed to the gas giant’s gravity well. Why should any evidence be left?! As happy as Tali was about that she was less thrilled that she had to install a piece of Reaper’s hardware inside Normandy. Unfortunately, Shepard was right and there were no other alternatives, so far.

However, finding out that Elizabeth had activated the geth and, instead of tossing it to the nearest sun, was talking to it, despite how insane it was, completely threw the young quarian off balance. Shepard likely had reasons behind the decision, likely logical ones, but Tali didn't want to listen to anything at the moment.

She needed to blow off steam, if not to relax, at least to feel pleasure. As tempting as the filtered turian brandy was, the engineer wasn’t about to get drunk with the enemy aboard. But Tali had learned others, almost as effective ways of distraction.

From one of the compartments, she took a sizable pressurized container, it was one of the special ones, provided by Liara and filled with rich, delicious nutrient paste.

The bootylicious woman sat with it on the bed; she had never personally used it before, but had seen Shepard operate it enough times to easily mirror her lover. She connected the disinfected hose to the induction port and soon felt it between her lips.

The thick, sweet substance almost shot in her mouth, but the quarian was used to it by now. Tali made herself comfortable on the bed, closed her eyes, and began roaming her body with her hands.

By the Ancestors… I’m fat

The quarian’s once slender waist was now much thicker, with an easily noticeable pouch sticking from it. Her breasts, once quite generous for her species, had swelled, marginally, almost by a cup. Of course, her lower body attracted the adipose the most. Her widening hips and inflating orbs of butt cheeks were bumping into everything nowadays, quite a lot of equipment ended up on the floor that way, not to mention an embarrassing instance of being stuck in ducks or brushing by the other crew members. The rest of her body was affected as well as she could feel under her fingers.

With a bit of shock, Tali realized that she didn’t care. For better or worse this was who she was now, those who mattered accepted her or relished her new form, everybody else didn’t matter. The quarian wasn’t naïve, she knew it wasn’t the end, she would get bigger. Shepard loved her growing body, she wanted more, Keelah Elizabeth still wanted more of Liara despite her already enormous size. Tali was going to grow and probably enjoy it.

The engineer moaned and put her hands around more sensitive patches of her body. Stream of thick substance had filled her stomach and kept going, stuffing the pudgy quarian and her body was heating up.

Yes… she could almost see Shepard leaning over her, massaging the most sensitive spots and whispering honeyed words. Tali wiggled on the bed, the paste kept flowing, the arousal and painful fullness grew hand in hand.

She felt bolt pressures building and…

“You know… if this is what you meant by clearing your head I would have helped” rang a familiar voice. The quarian’s eyes shut open and with a wince of pain in her middle she moved to look at the source.

Next to the entrance stood Shepard with a wicked smirk. Again, how was somebody so tall, filled with muscles and implants so quiet!? Fair, Tali knew she was heavier by now, but still… It was unfair.

The shorter woman quickly, or as quickly as she could, unplugged the canister and tried to compose herself. The success of the second was dubious.

The commander chuckled and set next to her, it was then when Tali noticed a worryingly familiar package in her hands,

“I wanted to be alone.” informed Tali, but Shepard was sitting exactly side to her, mercilessly reminding just how far Elizabeth’s chest was protruding.

“Mmmhmm”

“Well excuse me that I’m unhappy that my partner goes around trusting homicidal machines. Maybe you will try making nice with Harbinger?!” shouted the quarian trying to sound angry, again with mixed results. Shepard raised an eyebrow.

“The only sentient machine I trust is EDI, within reason. For the rest, Tali, do you really think I trust everybody who I allow on the Normandy? No, and like before I have a plan to deal with Legion in the worst-case scenario. EDI’s practically designed for it.” informed the spectre and unwrapped her cargo.

Turian pastries, where did Shepard hide them?

“Tali, at worst we get some Intel, maybe you could deduce something from his construction. At best we get another fraction against Reapers. Pastry? The field’s on”

“Shepard, they took away our homeland, tried to wipe my species off. Heretic or not, it’s going to try and kill us. Wait, you had plans to kill us?” the chubby woman exploded, but that didn’t stop her from removing the helmet.

“Sorry, but you did say quarians tried to kill geth first. Also after seeing what they can do and reading about Flotilla’s capabilities, I can say one: if the geth wanted to they could wipe you out.”

Tali took a deep breath

“Shep…mmmm”

Whatever the engineer wanted to say was muffed by pastry that abruptly entered her mouth.

“Also, the history of Morning War and viewpoint on geth was shaped by over three generations of bitter quarians that often tried to pin all of their misfortune on something”

Tali almost choked, trying to quickly swallow the sweet-salty treat. She was angry, worse she knew that, logically, Shepard was right.

“And you expect me to simply forgive and forget?!”

At that Shepard laughed humorlessly.

“No, I expect you to watch him, looking for any foul play. And I ask you to work with Legion as long as he behaves and to tell me before doing anything stupid if you’ll suspect something”

Tali grimaced but nodded. She knew Shepard was being reasonable, besides she could make this an order, which would leave out any other options. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the geth pulled something.

“Now I can help you undress and propose something more interactive or leave you alone…and take the pastries” informed the commander in a serious tone. Tali punched her on the arm.

“You’re an evil bosh’tet” hissed quarian, but didn’t manage to hold laughter for long.

Soon, they managed to carefully remove the suit without angering Tali’s stuffed belly. But before the naked quarian could do anything, she was pulled backward and landed on Shepard's lap, which…wasn’t that bad.

“You know I always thought you had great ass and legs, but now they are even better, '' whispered the specter as her hands tightly clutched Tali liver limps and patches of adipose poked between pale fingers.

The quarian almost turned purple on the face, true her thighs were touching more and more with each day. Not nearly as Liara’s… at least not yet.

“How about we make them even prettier?”

“eh…I’m not hungry…mmmm”

Another pastry was pushed between the quarians lips and a second pale hand began moving upward her purple thigh.

“So? You’re telling me you hooked yourself to a pressurized supply of food for several days because you were hungry? Hmmm? I think being stuffed with ridiculously expensive turian sweets is preferable to slop, no matter how tasty” tempted the red-haired woman. Tali felt fluttering inside herself that wasn’t related to obscene amounts of fattening substance inside her belly as long fingers walked closer to her stomach.

“…you…just want to make me fatter” accused the quarian breathlessly.

“You know me well. And I will”

Maybe Tali would have screamed as Shepard’s finger reached their destination, but she was again silenced by a fattening treat. Then again she should be used to it by now, it was one of spectre’s favorite tactics.

“You know I talked with Liara, too. She promised to get us one of those overseeing stations for ship engineers, it should fit nicely here with a little renovation. You’ll be able to order Ken and Gabriella around without moving, not to mention a small army of remote-controlled repair drones” mentioned Shepard innocently.

“I*much* donth’t nheed *munch*it” said the shorter woman as she wiggled and tried to swallow large pastry. Even in her current state she couldn’t help but wonder why she would need the very advanced and admittedly, useful equipment, but used by head engineers on large vessels.

“Don’t tell me you don’t tire standing next to that console, that your joints don’t start to ache. Those marvelous hips of yours, how often can you crawl in ducts without brushing the walls? How many of those is it that you already can’t go in? Hmmm?” the commander purred to her victim’s ear, and Tali’ somehow, managed to blush even darker. She finally swallowed the rest of the treat, but a pale finger dug deeper and another choking pastry silenced her mid-moan.

“And it’s only going to get better. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to squeeze into those dirty ducts. That belly of yours is lagging behind, but we’ll work on it. I wouldn’t mind seeing this, but tell me how do you intend to lean and crouch when you won’t be able to see anything past your tummy?”

Tali squeezed her seat, that is Shepard's legs. Unlike hers soft and round, the taller woman’s limbs felt like they had been chiseled from rock, even now the quarian felt minuscule movements of muscles under the skin.

Several months earlier the engineer wouldn’t be able to even imagine what Shepard was describing. But now after seeing Liara’s and Zoma’s metamorphosis her mind conjured the vivid image… of her ass swelling so big that she would crush any normal chair, too wide to enter service duct to repair ships… when her belly will be too big for her to bend for tools... her arms too fat and heavy to operate any machinery.., her fingers too thick and clumsy to do any precise work. Tali would have to settle for the station simply because she would be too fat for anything else.

The vision is unsettling, if not downright disturbing… She had accepted the changes in Liara, as drastic as it was, even found it strangely enjoyable at times, she accepted her own growth, by the void her butt already spilling from the much taller Elizabeth’s lap. She was a ship engineer, becoming such a fat… blob would mean she would never more visit lower deck, she would never…

Her sudden stillness and silence were a mistake. Suddenly Tali found herself lying on the bed facing matters. The pudgy quarian felt a fresh wave of arousal as she realized her hands were twisted behind her and wrapped by familiar-felling rope. Shepard was even so considerate that she hadn’t made Tali fully lay with her painfully distended belly down.

“Am I really that boring? Well, that means I have to give you extra attention, so you keep your head in the gutter” Shepard’s voice was between purr and growl.

Ah… Tali realized that her deliberations were pointless. She did surrender to the blood-haired woman a few days ago, then again... really, the stuffed quarian did so the moment she joined Liara and Shepard. Their intentions had been roughly clear when they left Ilium, she had simply ignored them.

The engineer yelped as she felt the spectre bare chest press on her back. As a testament to its size, Tali felt pressure on her tied hands a bit later, and only on them, when Shepard embraced her. They half-sat, long, pale legs warped around her purple, plump ones. One set of long fingers began to soothe her strained belly, this time slowly crawling down. The second hand brought another pastry to her closed lips.

“Now… since I opened the package, we need to make sure they don’t go stale. The same goes for that bottle you opened. C’mon open up”

Bullshit… thought Tali, but the treat was mercilessly forced into her barely extended mouth. At that moment, Shepard’s fingers again reached her core and the commander herself seemed to move around her like a snake, gently brushing her.

The engineer wasn’t given much freedom, all movement was stopped by Shepard’s superior strength. Speech wasn’t possible, save occasional muffled moans and whispers, due to quarian's cheeks being constantly full with sweet pastries. The only organ that moved was constantly swelling and consequently being split by stretch marks.

Tali offered little resistance to having her stomach filled with fattening concoction, despite the pain in her middle, despite being painfully aware it would put more fat on her body. The fattened quarian was very much aware she couldn’t do anything to stop Shepard, or Shepard and Liara in the long run. By the Ancestors, nowadays Tali herself was so used to overindulgence she would turn herself into a butterball alone.

Good

Tali never felt better when she was on the tender mercies of those two. When they had absolute control and she didn’t have to worry about anything, even movement because she was safe and happy.

So what if in time she’ll be too fat to work manually or Shepard will simply ban her from it to pamper her further? wondered the quarian as she glanced at her grotesquely inflated stomach and wiggled a bit at the contact with the taller female.

It was worth it

***

Around the same time
XO’s office

“How de fuck did you manage to rope me into this?!” whined Jack as she threw the datapad on the couch and bit into a chocolate bar. Wrappers of others, similar, were lying nearby.

“You did say you want to know more about Cerberus. I’m too busy sorting data we got from dead Reaper and geth. So I gave you access to Cerberus files, provided you catalog them. You were pretty confident considering that even “fatass bimbo could do it” replied Miranda also treating herself to a bar of chocolate.

“Fock. You.” replied the convict with a full mouth, sending a murderous glare at the typing woman.

“Jack, If you aren’t up to the task you can leave, I’ll manage on my own. And you can stop stealing my food”

“Pfff… It’s not like your fat ass need it and doc keep riding me to bulk up”

Indeed Dr. Chakwas maintained her stance about Jack’s dietary needs, enough for the convict to begrudgingly comply. It proved to be her new favorite excuse when stealing Miranda’s snacks, as apparent by the many calorie-rich sweets that had fallen victim to the bald woman.

“Careful or you’ll be the one with a fatass” replied the former Cerberus with the smallest twitch of her lips. The convict grimaced and snorted.

“As if. ‘least, I don’t worry about my perfect body so much I need to be hand feed like a toddler” mocked the skinny female and with a grimace, reluctantly grabbed the datapad.

Miranda was about to ignore the jab, it was mostly ritualistic for Jack, when she went still and one corner of her lips went upwards. The operative turned to the grumbling woman.

“Kid jokes, not very original. How about a little wager if I doubt my abilities so much. I’ll be eating dinner soon, if you manage to eat as much as me or more, I’ll provide you with info on Cerberus for free…”

“and you’ll wear a cheerleader outfit for three days. Oh, wait they probably don’t have blob-sized ones” interrupted Jack with laughter but focused on the brunette.

“Agree. But if you don’t match me, you’ll keep helping me with data… and join me during meals to train. Maybe I even let you try again later” finished Miranda with a mischievous smile.

“Pfft… as if”

“So we’re in agreement?” asked the brunette.

“You’re on, cheerleader.” confirmed Jack with a grin.

The next half-hour passed in relative pace save for the convict’s occasional curses. After that time Miranda stood up and from one of the closets took two large bags

She put one near Jack, second on the opposite side of the table, and sat there.

“Those bundles are identical. Dig in” said the brunette and took the biggest package from the bag and broke the metal activator inside it. Chemical reaction heated a full meal inside. Since Miranda came to terms with her mission and stopped fussing over it, she began adding MREs made for infantry. They weren’t quite as calorie-dense as paste and lard, which still made up the bulk of her meals, but in appearance and somewhat in taste resembled normal food. Miranda also took a few non-sweet bars as appetizers.

Jack blinked and clenched her teeth as she checked the bag. The largest package, the one brunette had taken first, contained a full, two-course meal, and beside it inside were several cardboard crates full of various tasting bars and pastes.

“Oh…are you having doubts?” asked Miranda with a raised eyebrow and a small smile, before putting a spoonful of thick stew, or rather its artificial replica, between her lips.

“You wish, bitch” replied the convict, but felt a pang of worry. Surely, the fat bimbo wasn’t able to eat all of this?

They both started with a warm meal. It surprised Jack, it tasted almost like the real thing, Shepard’s blue ex knew her shit. First beef stew, Miranda took bites of the bars between the spoons of thick, almost cream-like liquid.

The operative ate quickly and with appetite, considering her stomach’s size and various supplements, it was no surprise, but still maintaining basic etiquette. Jack ate noticeably sloppier, but not terribly so, however much faster. Unlike Miranda, her actions weren’t guided by hunger, but the simple desire to stuff as much as possible inside herself.

They finished with the stew fast enough and switched to the second course, a large pork chop that was swimming in gravy and puree. The portions were large, normally suitable for starved soldiers and both women were helping themselves to batons and paste.

Jack held admirably, she was a biotic so the thin woman was forced to eat much more than a normal human to simply function. However, it mostly translated to a large number of meals rather than their size. Between the sheer size of the heated meal and other MRS they had been snacking on, by the time chop was finished Jack had visibly slowed down, already full.

However, anger and spite are quite motivational and the convict had both in abundance so she continued. Unfortunately, bars and paste alone weren’t going in as easily.

“Hmmm… you know a surrender is also acceptable, there is no shame in that” said Miranda as she happily munched on bars and paste. Her round and adipose stomach was still eagerly awaiting more calories to fuel its growth.

Jack mumbled something, likely highly offensive, but mesh foods firmly prevented her from speaking. Minutes passed and Miranda was steadily gaining an advantage, even though her hunger had been sated. The brunette deliberately slowly unbuttoned her shirt giving the convict an excellent view of her swollen gut that was creeping on her lap and gigantic milkers.

The bald woman wasn’t faring well. Every mouthful of food that traveled down her gullet brought agony, and pearls of sweat covered her body. The fattening food visibly distended, the usually flat middle. The tattooed skin formed a small, reddening curve, similar cheeks full with food on Jack’s frowning face.

Finally, the convict managed to clear one cardboard of bars and paste. By that time Miranda cleared her own bag. With an almost visible effort she opened another one and took one more bar, she bit into it. It was sweet and fruity.

That was the end.

Jack spit half-chewed food on the table, looking couching. 

“eugh…Fuc.. eugh…eeee” the convict wasn’t even able to curse properly.

“Calm down, you’re not going to throw up. Whatever T’Soni is adding to food prevents it” said Miranda standing next to the bald woman. Jack could easily see the brunette’s sticking gut, that despite being ridiculously stuffed still had adipose hanging and the enormous breasts that dwarfed it. The XO handed her a cup and with a second hand took the sweet bar.

“Try to drink it, It’ll help” informed Miranda, and with a smug face bit into a MRE. Jack watched in disbelief as the bitch had the audacity to eat the fucking bar. The convict managed to force herself to drink a few sips. Surprisingly enough it worked.

“Fuuuuuccckkk” groaned the bald woman and leaned back.

“Do you want to lay down?” asked Miranda, already munching on another bar from Jack’s set. The stuffed female grunted something affirmative.

Miranda leaned down but was unable to stop her own groan, it wasn’t as easy as it had used to be. Her legs squished her belly, reminding her of its fullness, and her arms squeezed her swollen breasts, almost pushing them into her face as she leaned down and completely obscured her view.

However, the brunette managed to locate the tattooed legs and gently put them on the couch. Jack meanwhile slid, so she could lay giving her stomach full freedom. Miranda even put a cushion under her head.

“Well, there’s a silver lining to everything” began the overweight woman as she sat next to Jack and resumed eating MREs.

“Internship as my secretary is an opportunity many would fight over, perhaps you manage to get some popper etiquette. Also, I must admit that eating alone was becoming quite boring, it’ll be nice to have company”

“Biiiiiitch”

***

………………

……connection established

……initializing encryption

…… first layer

…… second layer

…………

…… connection active

A:  What do you want Bau? I’m busy.

B:  I received an interesting data package with the Shadow Broker’s digital fingerprint. Can you confirm them?

A:  You read that pile of crap? Bau, don’t tell me you believe it.

B:  Sensory data matches what I managed to check. Video and images were checked with every known method, they are real as far as I can tell. Most importantly the Shadow Broker doesn’t provide faulty data, not at this scale. And to do something for free means his operations or himself are in danger.

A:  So you're saying you believe the human’s fairytale about ancient, murderous AIs? Please. And why would I know more than you?

B:  Don’t insult my intelligence Vasir, especially in face of a possible crisis. Broker’s operatives I have access to managed to only confirm the authenticity of the signature, but none is as high up as you. Will you tell me anything or do I need to look on my own?

A:  …Shepard and Broker have a deal. It’s a recent thing and I don’t know anything. But it seems she gives him info and the Broker passes info along without tipping off anybody, even Cerberus or the Council. Reapers… from what I gathered he believes them to be real and behind Collectors, those are real enough.

B:  You knew this and failed to act or at least inform the Council.

A:  Just because I work with the man or whatever he is, doesn’t mean I think he is all there. Also, do you honestly think the council would even believe me?

B: … Thank you for your assistance Vasir. I’ll leave you to your task.

…… disconnected

”*bbuuurrrrppp*… fucker” Tesla cursed the salarian with annoyance as she finally could release gas that bothered her the entire conversation and took a bite out of twinkle. If there was one thing humans were good at it was food.

The asari spectre was angry. She had been humiliated by an upstart monkey and her fatass girlfriend. Worse, for some reason, the Shadow Broker had changed his mind and firmly forbidden her from getting payback in any way and ordered(ordered!!) her to focus on Cerberus.

Vasir had wanted to tell him to stick it, but she hadn’t made it so far as a spectre by being stupid(save a few moments). Fortunately, the assignment in itself wasn’t pointless, in fact, it was quite fruitful. Those human terrorists weren’t fucking around, half of their “research” was a violation of sentients' rights and could easily result in the depopulation of several planets. While normally she wouldn’t care too much for those things, the sheer scale of potential catastrophe made it definitely in need of investigation. It was something she could easily show the council, not like Shepard's fairy tales.

Sure, Tela was forced to stick to rather backward, human areas of space so far, but it did have an advantage. Outside of industrial espionage, she felt almost like on vacation. Lately, she was prone to munchies which led the spectre to discover the variety of human foods.

Those reasons made her current assignment (exile) less deplorable

Hmm…that pizza place, there’re many flavors I haven’t tried mused the asari, trying with success to lift her mood, as she went through the video feed from the various bugs she had planted and stroked her gut.

Yes, Tela Vasir, the spectre had a proper, fat, gut. To be precise, from her middle sprouted a soft, fleshy dome, big enough to hold a football ball inside, that was beginning to split into two meaty folds. The rest of her body wasn’t unchanged, the asari’s lingerie had to be replaced once, somebody could have trouble recognizing her softened face, but the newly gained lard focused in her middle.

Tela didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time her weight fluctuate on more sedentary missions. Sure never that much, but usually she didn’t have such an opportunity to indulge in, surprisingly good, alien cuisine. Vasir was confident she would easily shed it once the mission was over, like always before.

The spectre mused for a few seconds. Currently, there was nothing that required her personal attention at the moment, she had to wait for more information. Why not take a stroll after a pointless conversation with Bau and eat something to unwind.

The chubby asari stood up and began putting on human clothes, typical for the few members of her species she saw in the colony as well as human females. As much as tasteless as it was, it was comfortable and Vasir didn’t feel like squeezing into armor or a dress.

Hmm… some shopping would be in order thought the spectre as she scanned her hideout. While all equipment and essentials were in military order, among them were small mountains of empty food wrappers.

Tela didn’t have a habit of denying herself pleasures, and she wasn’t about to start.

The asari secured everything and went out. 

Her thoughts were swaying between various scenarios of payback at Shepard and various dreams of food.

Lately, the latter, took more and more of her thoughts

***

A few days later
The Normandy SR-2, Observation deck

Shepard could help but wonder if Samara really spent her entire time meditating between meals and her duties, or did she simply rush to the position when hearing the door.

“Samara, Kelly said you wanted to meet?” asked Shepard as she crouched next to the ancient asari.

“Indeed” replied the justicar and stood up. Elizabeth also straightened and focused, it would seem she had a serious conversation before her.

“As I understood, you have secured a device that will allow us to venture beyond omega relay and face collectors. However, even with how capable and dedicated your crew is, this journey can easily lead to our demise” stated Samara calmly. The spectre eyed her, the justicar seemed as composed as always, but that didn’t really mean much. The ancient asari was a master of concealing emotions, not of muting them.

“Samara, as much as we could use your help I won’t force you to come if you don’t wish to. You owe us nothing” replied the tall woman carefully.

The justicar looked at her and the blue lips twitched into something resembling a sad smile.

“Quite the contrary, but most importantly I gave you my oath. Do not worry commander, I do not fear joining the goddess' embrace. But you know of my mission, why I joined the order. I know that you said the operation to pacify Morinth would be lengthy, and while I doubt the character of some of your associates I do not doubt their competency. However, in light of such a perilous mission approaching, I wish to resolve the matter of my daughter, one way or another” explained Samara, face once again an emotionless mask.

Shepard nodded slowly.

“I’ll make a call. See what we are at”

Chapter Text

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 choking, 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 drunk, 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 accept 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 choking 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.

Chapter Text

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 sizable, 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, catalogued, 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 babies.

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 sizable 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 drunk 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 drunk 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 drunk 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 drunk 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

Chapter Text

Two days Later
Red Spirit Company’s stealth ship, Wisp

“I cannot help but feel guilty”

“I don’t like it either, but trying to pluck Tali away from Normandy during repairs is like trying to reason with you when you get some new prothean artefact or blackmail. All we can do now is hope she remembers to sleep” replied Shepard as she rubbed her lover's meaty expanse of flesh. The pair was in the nice, large quarters aboard Wisp, they were slightly bigger than Elizabeth’s back on Normandy and about as nice. Both, the muscular woman and obese asari were on the large bed, and Shepard was sitting with straightened legs. Liara was lying next to her, her lard spilling over the bed and head supported by the spectre's muscular leg.

They had remained unclothed or mostly unclothed since they stepped on board. Putting aside spontaneous bouts of intimacy, the lovers simply liked the view. In Liara's case, she also liked being reminded of her current figure, although the doctor, still wouldn’t admit it.

Tali had supposed to join them, but the quarian, despite clearly being torn about it, choose to remain by Normandy. Beyond repairs the vessel was undergoing cleaning and modifications, every inch of it was being checked for any surprises that Cerberus may have left. It was a good thing to have a truly trusted person oversee it, but that knowledge didn’t help disappointment. Garrus was capable, but not nearly as well versed in the workings of Normandy. Truth to be told Liara wouldn’t mind him tagging along with either, in a different cabin of course.

“Still, I fear she thinks she needs to make up for the time you two spend without me” said the doctor with a sigh.

“There’s no point in moping about. Instead, think about how to cheer her up when we get back” replied the commander opting to focus on pleasing the doughty mass. She loved Liara, but the doctor was prone to overthinking.

Before the asari could reply they received a message on the terminal – they were about to land. Shepard carefully removed herself from under her love and stood up, then she retrieved the information broker garments. The spectre help the enormous beauty sit and began helping her put on lingerie.

While Elizabeth was a bit less efficient than bots, she was far more… tender and changed procedure Liara quietly enjoyed, into something which made her bit her lip.

Once this was done, with their forces combined, the doctor stood up and they put a dress on her, before the asari sat down again.

Technically, Liara was able to(so far) do all of those tasks alone, but assistance made it all much quicker.

Shepard started to put armour on herself. It wasn’t immediate either, but unlike her love, she was putting on a full set of armour. Identical to her usual one, but in colours off Red Spirit company and with one-side visor.

She was done almost exactly when the first shakes from entry were felt. Fortunately, they remained minuscule and Elizabeth could arm herself.

“I know that you like to be prepared, but is all of this necessary?” asked Liara. Shepard turned to asari and immediately used zoom in the visor. As small as they were the ship’s movements were inducing delicious jiggles in the blue flesh.

“Knowing our luck?”

Liara opened her mouth to respond but closed it. All things considered, the spectre had a point. Soon enough they felt deceleration of the craft and several minutes later a small hit. They landed.

To the ramp, they when hand in hand, but once they descended, two lovers separated, assuming appropriate, “professional” poses. Shepard felt the faint glimmer of biotic aura from her partner, but then the wind hit them. The landing pad was located in a narrow valley, but even here the air currents were impossible to ignore.

Elizabeth looked around, most of the architecture and equipment were familiar, typical for Council species, but some… not.

They were greeted by a small group of commandos, whose lieder seemed to immediately throw out of the loop when she realized that the VIP she was supposed to escort was Liara. After brief formalities, they boarded a large tram, that was mostly used for material transport save for(fortunately) a few seats. The group headed under the mountain and as they progressed the spectre kept noticing a few unusual details but kept quiet even as Liara was making a polite conversation(interrogation) with the commandos.

They arrived at a small station, clearly meant for people only. The group disembarked and moved through the pre-fabricated rooms. They passed a checkpoint and soon arrived before an important-looking door.

“IN!” shouted a voice inside once they called and so Liara and Shepard went in. While they surely had been announced by security, the director(formerly commando) of the facility was in the middle of heated exchange. She was an asari of average height, with skin a darker shade of blue, her posture betrayed military training and wore a practical asari grab, instead of a dress. The director was currently lecturing some unfortunate commando. The younger asari had purple skin and was wearing a typical, skin-tight, off-duty commando jumpsuit.

The spectre noticed that the maiden’s body was stretching the uniform a bit too much. The commando’s sizes seemed to be a bit too generous and soft, even for her formation, which valued mostly biotics.

“…lift your fat ass!” the directly finished, then she turned to the door and paled when realized the visitor's identity. Then she scanned Liara, as if to confirm something, and paled even further. Almost immediately, the director dismissed the subordinate, whose face gained a strange, but smug look, and introduced herself.

“Kasana Atrumi, acting director of this fine facility. It’s an honour to have you here ma’am”

Liara kindly returned the greeting and introduced Shepard as a high-ranked bodyguard with high-security clearance. That seemed to partially calm the shorter asari, as she had been monitoring the tall figure the moment she had stepped inside.

For the next hour, Kasana and Liara were going over how the facility was faring. Elizabeth was listening carefully, despite finding the topic mind-boggling boring. Still, this was the main reason she was here. Ultimately, it all boiled down to "despite the initial uncertainty, the projects on-site and cooperation with new partners is going exceedingly well".

“There is… one thing” said the director once everything was done. Her face perfectly stoical and professional, so far, was starting to betray signs of nervousness from before.

“There’s a certain trend, I believe it started with translators, but then it spread to the rest of the personnel. Nothing that would impair their work, at least so far, so I didn’t interfere beyond occasional notice. However commandos are being affected as well and in their case it’s unacceptable” explained, or rather tried to explain, the director. Liara’s face shifted slightly.

“And what exactly is this trend Miss Atrumi?” the doctor asked calmly for clarification. The slim asari hesitated for a second, before answering.

“Members of our personnel has been… increasing in weigh. Noticeably so” admitted the director and glanced at her obese employer with worry. The information broker merely smiled softly.

“I understand how this may be a problem. Is there any specific cause?” further questioned Liara. The sari behind the desk visibly relaxed.

“I believe so. Our hosts are providing us with a unique food product as a show of goodwill. Of course, we had it checked, but according to our eggheads, it's neither harmful nor addictive, if stupidly caloric. At first, only translators were trying it, the consistency isn’t exactly encouraging, but the thing keeps getting popular. As I said as long as it was limited to civilian personnel I let it mostly be, but commando? They’re already lax as it is” explained the thinner asari and signed.

“Ma’am, I pride myself on being a good organization, but my diplomatic skills are just enough to put some sense into squabbling maidens. So as much as I would like to cut the problem at its source I find myself poorly fit for it”

The doctor nodded.

“I’ll address this issue and see what can be done. Also, my companion is a long-time military, perhaps she may lend a hand? We’ll stay for at least two standard cycles” said Liara. Kasana glanced at the tall figure and slowly nodded.

Soon the pair were escorted back to the train and went deeper. At some point the tram was passing a large reloading station.

Then they saw them. Rachni

Hundreds of insectoid aliens crawling around the dry dock, hulls of ships which may be intended for humanoid races but with completely unfamiliar designs. The crawling figures were different from those encountered in frozen labs years ago but unmistakable. Liara tried her best, but Shepard noticed her sudden discomfort.

Amongst rachni, like raisins in the cake, humanoid figures were spotted. The tram didn’t even slow down. They arrived in, again, a small station. They passed doors and arrived by what, essentially looked like an ordinary office lobby. A fairly attractive, human woman of Asian descent sat in reception, her ancestry was a stark constant to the adipose that clung to her. Unlike the commando from before, whose face betrayed a just a little too much softness, the secretary was on the border between very chubby and simply overweight, which was clearly visible looking on her ample cheeks and uniform that was several sizes too small. Once they were near her, Shepard noticed a glass full of semi-transparent liquid with a purplish tint and rather dense consistency.

Despite, the braches of the dress code, the secretary was professional and in seconds dealt with formalities. She also remained adamant that only Liara and her companion may go further, despite the present commando arguments. After the doctor deescalated the situation, the pair passed through the reinforced door and after a short hallway was intercepted by a curious pair - An asari and a rachni.

The maiden was rather short, and like the secretary well past average weight. The rachni, while unmistakable, had a much thicker body and more tentacles than those on Noveria, it also lacked pointy bits.

The asari introduced herself politely and explained that she was a guide. They followed her and Shepard found that she had a hard time ignoring their guide back fat and a rump that clung to stretched dress. The spectre glanced to the side, Liara was in a similar dilemma.

Fortunately, they arrived in active areas and the tour began. In the rooms, behind transparent groups of asari and rachni drones similar to one walking with them, many mono-gender aliens had pitch-black eyes.

Translators – asari is specifically trained to communicate with insectoid species. While any member of their race could connect with them, doing that seamlessly and effective was another thing altogether. As the facility grew, their services become invaluable, this same resulted in the birth of new species of drones, one that was able to directly relay information from the queen and connect with their allies.

Also, with exception of one or two, all asari were as fat or fatter than their guide. Shepard also saw many of them indulge themselves with familiar translucent liquid and occasional, various snacks. Strangely enough, from what the spectre noticed, the drones seemed to encourage this behaviour, putting the jugs full of pinkish substance and trays of foods close to their partners. Nothing ostentatious, quite opposite, but Shepard made a point to memorize every bit, noticed.

After some time they passed a large, reinforced door and entered an equally large sluice. The next door was even sturdier and there were two drones, clearly combat-oriented, as evident by their armoured bodies and sharp claws.

Their guide turned to them with badly hidden embarrassment.

“I’m sorry but I was instructed to remain here, ma’am. You and your companion have to go further alone” explained the maiden bashfully. Liara smiled reassuringly.

“It’s fine, I’m the one behind this arrangement”

The young asari smiled, nodded and retreated behind the first door, which immediately locked shut. Shepard moved ever so slightly, so the enormous doctor was out of the way of eventual fire. But two large drones moved even farther from the second door and seemed to bow. The entrance opened and they passed, the hallway quickly turned into a catwalk closed in a transparent, dome. The duo, now back hand in hand, saw an occasional rachni between the rock of the cavern.

Soon they passed a small complex with many windows. Shepard clicked a button and after a few seconds, a door opened to reveal a spacious office and its occupant.

“Doctor T’Soni, Commander Shepard it’s good to see you two” welcomed Ceathea D'veis cheerfully with a sincere smile. The matron had changed, the last time either of the duo saw her, the asari had been chubby, easily above average in weight for long-lived species, but certainly not breaching 180 pounds.

Now, Ceathea was sporting a sizable gut split into two folds, that was the centre of her gain. Her bust and ass also expanded, if not quite that much, every limb of shorter asari unmistakably thicker. The servant of rachni was wearing a comfortable, casual dress that was wrapped around adipose. Shepard was pretty sure their host was around 250 pounds, or perhaps she was overestimating the smiling asari was rather short.

Ceathea led them to a large couch, the duo sat and Shepard noticed Liara’s relief, the trek had been exhausting even if she hid it well. The commander removed her helmet and looked around, the office was certainly comfortable, perhaps even homely, but parts purely for work were in perfect order. Elizabeth noticed a large array of snacks as well as this dense, pinkish liquid.

“I believe you liked that blend Miss T’Soni, but I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with your preferences, commander,” said the head translator as she put a large tray on a table. There was a kettle, three cups and an array of cookies. Shepard sniffed, recognizing tea.

“I’m good”

Soon all three were sipping on the herbal blend, then two asari began talking business. This time conversation was much more interesting to Elizabeth. Even if spectre was no scientist hearing about establishing cooperation with such different species, especially one presumed to be exclusively aggressive, was interesting.

After an hour the conversation was becoming less official.

“Forgive me, but director Kasana informed me that her subordinates display a curious trend of increasing weight, that was spreading from your translators. You did mention that the queen tends to be a bit… generous with hostility and looking at you I suspect that still may be the case. While I have no right to condom you, Ceathea but it was pointed it may become an issue. Could you explain the situation from your side?” Liara asked and bit part of the cookie. Shepard couldn’t tell which asari was devouring the large pastries faster, but from a large supply remained maybe a quarter. This was doing things to the spectre, and she had a hard time keeping composure.

The shorter asari couched to cover her embarrassment, then she stood up with exhale. A second later the translator put three simple glasses and a jug with a pinkish substance.

“This is rachni jelly, this was originally used to feed their young, but it was also what they feed me when I first crashed. The queen has modified it to better fit my needs and tastes. It’s incredibly nutritious and easy to digest, also the current version is quite tasty, even if some people are put off by it at first. Rachni can produce it with a variety of substances, that even quarians would find impossible to use and seeing as the queen made sure that every messenger could make it, we have an abundance of it. I’m fairly sure we would be able to sustain ourselves of it even if we were to be completely cut off” said Ceathea and looked at them. The pair nodded that they understood, their host took a bit of pastry, then a sip of tea and continued.

“When I began training other translators, I had them try it to be courageous. They were sceptical due to its consistency, I too was rather when I first tried it, but they quickly get used to it. Soon enough jelly became popular and it was becoming familiar to other personnel. As I said, it’s extremely nutritious, but a lot of us drink it as causally as tea. Effects are what they are, but everybody is aware of jelly's properties. I also wasn’t aware that it may be an issue... Hm... Do you want to try it?”

The pudgy asari poured jelly into glasses, a bit to two, and one full – for herself. Ceathea drank and emptied her portion in one go. Liara, after a second of hesitation, took a sip, her eyes widened in disbelief and quickly drank the rest.

Shepard followed their suit. The jelly was dense, almost more so than kissel, sweet, but not too much, with something akin to citreous aftertaste and strangely refreshing. It was surprisingly good, indeed, but… ash on her tongue.

Shepard blinked a few times.

“I was lead to believe…” started the obese doctor.

“… that director chose not to bring it to your attention so far, because it wasn’t affecting commandos. It’s no longer the case. Also, she wasn’t confident to eventually deal with the queen without offending her”

The translator grimaced a bit, and Liara give her a questioning look.

“Kasana… may be onto something. The queen was quite vocal about her support for… changes to our personnel” the shorter asari and put her hand on her ripening tummy.

“Perhaps she wouldn’t be offended if she was forced to cut our supply of jelly, but the queen would be displeased. I propose we try to solve this with our personnel at first”

Liara nodded slowly.

“I’ll make sure those commandos get into shape. Either they forget about overeating or they put those extra calories to good use. I got some good suggestions from Eristena” Shepard reassured and smiled wickedly. Liara suddenly almost felt sorry for the local commandos.

“So… there is nothing special about this jelly?” asked Elizabeth.

“Well… as far as we know. Our medical personnel is capable, but they aren’t researchers. They were able to firmly state that jelly is neither addictive nor harmful. But they lack expertise and equipment to make more in-depth study” admitted the translator.

“I’ll take care of it” assured the doctor, she leaned down squeezing her enormous gut and pushed the empty glass towards their host, who immediately filled it with dense liquid.

Shepard watched her love gulp down the fattening jelly. Considering what she saw so far, the commander needed to acquire a supply of this concoction.

Speaking of… how is Tali doing?

***

Normandy SR-2, the engineering deck

Tali was muttering an array of quarian, asari and many, many human profanities she had picked up from her lover.

She was stuck.

To be exact, her meaty bottom was wedged in a half-closed, air baffle. When they had disengaged power in this part of the ship, it must have been halfway closing/opening. It happened sometimes. As the quarian had been inspecting this air duct, the engineer merely took note to configure it later and continued, confident that she would be able to easily pass.

Tali might have miscalculated.

The circle she had to pass had been wide enough for her to pass… several months earlier, before Shepard got to her with those delicious nutrient pastes, actual food and pampering, all happily provided by Liara.

The spunky quarian tried to force herself to squeeze, but all she accomplished was getting stuck. The baffle was painfully wedged into her ass, the sizable bulge of her butt stuck with her upper body on one side, and the rest of her incredible booty and thick legs were left behind.

After five minutes of tugging forward and then backward, Tali stopped and let a chain of profanities that would make Jack envious. Then she took a deep breath.

“Okay, those two bosh’tets made you too fat to fit through a wide-open airlock. That’s fine, you can deal with this Tali” mumbled the soft quarian and began weighing her options.

If only I find one as heavy as myself

She reminded herself what model was being used here.

If Shepard was here now…

All baffles that can be accessed physically have to have a manual controls.

Mmmm… Elizabeth would…

“Nope” Tali cut her train of thought. She needn’t think what her girlfrie… commander would do to her in the current situation. All those terrible, terrible wonderful things.

The heat that was spreading through her body and the familiar itch was not helpful.

The pudgy quarian took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her body. Once done with this, she looked to the place, where should be manual release. Her memory was right, although Tali had to bend rather uncomfortably to reach it. The engineer could feel fat being squished as she bent to the side and was doing her best to ignore it.

Why couldn’t she find it shameful as most humanoid females and asari would?

Oh… that’s right! Because, that evil, sexy bosh’tet – Shepard, had corrupted her and Liara was cheerfully enabling her.

And I love it

Tali almost reached her salvation, the lever, when a familiar notification flared in the corner of her display and an equally familiar hose slipped between her lips.

No

No…I… I disable it before the mission and Liz…Liara

Her deliberations were interrupted when a stream of dense and, admittedly, fairly delicious nutrient paste flooded her mouth. After the emotions of the suicide mission, Tali almost forgot the feeling of having this dense substance forced down her throat.

The quarian straightened and supported her with arms, trying to take as comfortable a position as possible. Which, given her predicament, wasn’t comfortable, at all. Tali was lying on her arms, face down with her ass wedged higher and the paste kept flowing, so the quarian keep eating.

After several minutes tank was empty and the quarian, almost desperately, reached for the lever. Second, later her sore butt was free, she crawled father to be completely safe from the baffle and fell on her side/back.

Tali was panting, but the bout of movement was only a fraction of the cause, same with her legs that were being squeezed much more tightly than necessary. One would think that after months of similar treatment the pudgy engineer would get used to it.

But there was something new:

She wasn’t full.

After swallowing over a litter of thick, calorie-bursting paste, Tali wasn’t full. Perhaps, the bootylicious quarian was sated(she wasn’t, in any sense of this word), but she wasn’t full.

“Keelah” whined the engineer and covered her visor with her hands at the realization that yes, she would certainly go for more of the fattening paste.

She activated her omitool, she needed to…

Tali bit her lip, she had spent there much more time than suspected. EDI or one of the repair crew would contact her soon.

Not enough time to put this overpriced nerve-stim to good use

The quarian sighed, deeply and in a span of a minute or two managed to compose herself, mostly. She got back to work.

There’ll be time for it, later.

***

Utukku, Red Spirit’s base

Liara and Shepard entered guest quarters. They were simple, made from typical prefabricates and furnished a bit better than most of the complex. Considering the smell was never used before. It was perfect.

Elizabeth led Liara to the nearest couch, the asari sat down heavily and with visible relief.

“How are you holding up?” the spectre asked, her voice unrecognizable due to her helmet. 

“I’m fine” The doctor shot with annoyance, but was unsuccessful in hiding her tiredness. She took a deep breath and her grimace lessened.

“Sorry. I am tired Shepard, but you needn’t worry. I manage”

That was what worried the spectre. The obese information broker weighed almost 550 pounds. Thanks to asari biology, which took all new lard in strides, precise control of her increasing biotic abilities, and musculature maintained thanks to ever more gruelling physical exercises Liara had managed to get through the entire inspection. She even managed to hide her tiredness and discomfort from the entire staff, thought from not the spectre.

Elizabeth would prefer to carry her mat… partner the entire time, even if such feat would leave even likes of her or Eristena panting like a varren. Of course, it was out of the question, but still…

The commander refrained herself, for now, from voicing her concerns, instead she bent down and removed the blue beauty’s shoes, which released a sigh of relief. Good thing that Shepard had successfully convinced her love to wear flats instead of high heels. Not like Liara needed them, so far she proved to be taller than any asari on site.

As much as Elizabeth would like to focus on her love, she still had things to do. The spectre stood up and began sweeping the apartment for any bugs as well as inspecting it. Just now she noticed that one couch had been unfolded with linens on it. Shepard smiled, they had to have done it as soon as Liara informed them that she and the “bodyguard” would stay in the same room. Next, was the pile of language that had been on the ship. Seals checked out, nobody was stupid enough to try and open them.

The livingroom was clean, so the tall female, took one large, but unarmoured container and went to the minuscule kitchen. The sweep revealed nothing, but before going further Shepard opened the container. It was full of pre-made meals, some of them were opened and put into the oven, some put out to be ready, and lastly, a pot of herbal, relaxing tea was made.

Elizabeth admitted that she was hopeless as a cook, but not that much to mess that up. She brought a pot and cups to Liara, who accepted the drink with gratitude. The spectre went further – sparsely furnished bedroom… nothing, but the king-sized bed wasn’t too soft and had a sufficient amount of pillows that was good. 

Last room – washroom, again nothing, but…

Shepard frowned, the shower was big enough for a grown turian, Liara should fit… tightly… very much so…

Hmmm… the entire place is covered in tiles and there’s a drain on the floor… yes that should work just fine

Now, reasonably sure there were in the clear, Elizabeth removed the helmet and put it in the bedroom. 

“I propose you start with the dinner while I finish making perimeter. Or do you want to shower first?” asked Elizabeth entering the livingroom. Liara was now lying on the couch, her stomach proudly rising upward, the piece of furniture barely wide enough to prevent the spilling of soft blubber. Considering the low rumble that had come from the fleshy mountain, Elizabeth suspected an answer.

“Mmmm…ah, dinner, please. Hmm…You do know that this blend makes me sleepy” replied the bountiful beauty.

“Yes, and I know that you could use extra sleep” …and that’s you being tired, not tea’s fault. You shouldn’t have strained yourself.

“Hypocrite”

The commander headed to the kitchen changed bit settings and prepared cutlery. Not ten minutes later she began moving the first portions of food to Liara, fortunately, now empty boxes were sturdy enough to use as a counter, the table alone was a bit too short. 

Liara, energized by the appearance of food, began to dig in with gusto. As much as Elizabeth wanted to stay and watch, she had one last thing to do before a breather. With one of the containers, the spectre retrieved an entire array of security equipment and began placing it throughout the entire apartment. It was good to be through.

The spectre finished just in time, her lover was just finishing with her first course(s). Shepard quickly provided more goods from the kitchen and removed empty dishes. Finally, she sat on the armchair near her lovely glutton with the portion for herself.

The commander removed some of her armour, before grabbing cutlery and proceeding with the meal. All of this was being made difficult by a familiar, but no less enticing spectacle before Elizabeth. She had never admitted it, but the commander always had a thing for watching beautiful women/asari eat. Nowadays it gained a new deeper meaning, besides she yet had to meet somebody who eats quite like Liara.

The enormous asari ate voraciously, almost desperately, but maintained the base decorum. Shame on people who thought of thessian species as blue human women with funny heads, if they only could see how widely the mouth of starved asari could open. Shepard could almost imager those lips closing over somebody's head. Exaggeration... maybe... maybe not.

Mmmmm yes, those plump, soft, kissable lips. The commander had an almost physical urge to bend and taste gravy on them.

All of this was made sweeter by its ultimate goal. All these foods served to sustain and expand Liara’s lush body. Every part of her asari was now enormous, thick and filled with soft fat. Even if the obese goddess managed to slow down her increasing weight to focus on, other aspects of their fascination, there was no doubt in Shepard that Liara would get only bigger.

The good doctor was too greedy to be otherwise.

Unfortunately, the feast was coming to an end. The mountainous gut swelled and tightened, full of food, making the dress nearly rip itself. Fortunately, those were stretchy.

Shepard handed a paper towel to stuffed asari and went to the kitchen. On her way back she unpacked a bag with some utilities. She placed a pair of flip-flops before engorged asari and began removing the rest of the armour.

“Urp… I thought we agreed that I would cut back on food” said Liara as Elizabeth bend down to help her disrobe.

“I prepared only what was marked for today” I just made sure we had double everything

“Or are still grumpy because queen complimented how much you matured” replied the spectre with a smirk as she located the miniature zipper. Liara grimaced.

Meeting with the rachni queen had been enlightening. Their species was so different from all others, but at the same time, the few similarities were chillingly close. It was almost bizarre how amicable the enormous mother was in a peaceful settlement. The opportunity to talk in length, in peaceful surroundings, allowed them to cover much ground, despite having to use a proxy. In the end, the queen couldn’t help but compliment how much Liara had... matured(grown fat) and expressed her hopes that other prospective mothers in the facility would follow suit. 

It was bad enough and introduce a mix of very conflicting emotions(a bit of shame and denial, but then pride and determination – no upstart was going to outgrow the head of house T’Soni), but then asked how large brood the pair intended on having. It took some careful wording to change the subject, but what worsened the situation even further was some interactions between Kasana and the queen. The doctor may have been projection, but soon they may reach a new level of asari-rachni cooperation. 

Not bad, if not bad at all, if not for the fact all of this was aggravating Liara. Never before her instincts were so much at odds with logic. So what that Reapers were supposed to arrive any day now! She was a young matron with a bountiful, fertile body, everything was screaming to her to tackle Shepard and fuck her until pregnancy was confirmed, repeat to be sure and on the quickest convenience mirror the process with certain quarian.

1. WAS. TORTORUS.

Good thing, Liara was now too tired or she may have done so.

Stupid hormones. Stupid, grandmotherly, enabling queen and her underfed translator.

Luckily, Elizabeth’s movements managed to bring the asari back to reality. With few more movements, the dress was now lying next to her on the couch and her engorged body to the word. The doctor bit her lip, the contact between her and Shepard was…

The commander helped her to stand and supported her carefully as she waddled to the bathroom. Thanks to biotics and a special, loose dress, the doctor had been able to appear, more or less, walking, but truth be told her legs, with their soft thighs as wide as her muscular partner’s waist, reduced her mode of locomotion to waddle and waddle alone.

AN obstacle appeared, namely the door to the bathroom, while they seemed to be the standard far for the construction of this type, it was a model used when space was sparse. Namely, they were thinner than those on SR-1. This posed a bit of a problem.

“By the goddess” murmured Liara, purple with embarrassment as fat at both sides of her belly and waist touched the frame. Shepard assessed the situation.

“You should be able to fit by going sideways”

The blushing asari only nodded and so they did. The tip of her meaty ass and stuffed gut did brush the door, but they managed. Liara put her hand on her blushing face once the doors closed, Elizabeth only chuckled and kissed her crest. The obese doctor looked at her and weakly returned the smile.

Then she glanced at the shower and released the queen of all signs.

“I suppose, I’ll have to do” with that the young matron squeezed into the cabin, supporting herself on its sides. The obese asari rather not think about what would happen if she were stuck here.

“Liz could please pass me shampoo and sponge? And please close the door” requested the doctor, finding barely enough room to reach the controls. Soon she felt a sponge, already with a fruity-smelling substance on it, near her bottom. Grabbing the item proved to be a challenge, but together they manage, now only…

“Door, please?” reminded Liara

“Nah… start water, I begin with your back” replied the commander and the asari felt a familiar hand sink into her back.

“Shepard…’

“You can’t exactly wipe yourself inside so floor goanna get wet anyway. C’mon”

Liara had no choice, but to comply, besides the spectre had a point. A stream of warm water poured on her, washing away some of the stress, stiffness and this lotion that hid her sweating. Shepard had tried to convince her to go without it, but the presentation was important. She couldn’t be sweating after a short walk before her subordinates.

The doctor felt a second sponge and familiar hand work on her back and couldn’t help blushing. Somehow, and very quickly, Elizabeth managed to seamlessly become her aide, successfully replacing her bots. Without a word, the spectre was helping with almost every physical chore, somehow being both more capable and more attentive than automatons… also much more tender, like now.

Mmmm… I wonder how it’ll be once Tali fills out more… the obese asari daydreamed with a small smile. Shepard’s attentiveness was anything, but indifferent to Liara.

“…ra?”

“hym?” the doctor blinked, Shepard was calling to her.

“I’m finished here. Are you going to finish alone or do you want me to help? Just turn to me” proposed the commander.

“ah, no thank you. I’m just finishing” replied the obese asari, though not fully. Reaching between every fold, every soft crevice, every inch of stretched skin with her limited reach, wasn’t so easy. It took her a few more minutes to properly clean her side, during which the pale woman behind her keep slowly caressing her body. It likely was unnecessary at this point, but Liara was far from complaining.

“I’m done” informed the flabby doctor as she disabled the flow of water.

“ Try to turn your side to me and grab my hand. Be careful, everything’s slippery” Elizabeth instructed and Liara did accordingly. Various fleshy bits bumped into the sides of the shower, but soon their hands met. The doctor made a step over the edge of the shower base, the floor was wet but less so than she had expected. Supporting herself on Shepard and the cabin’s door, the young matron succeeded in exiting.

Elizabeth gave her one of the earlier prepared towels and herself took a second one to, once again, help her lover. The spectre's rapid motions shook the ocean of flesh that was the blue body, turning it into a plethora of jiggles, but thanks to the commander's diligence, and enthusiasm, which made sure she reached everywhere, Liara was soon dry. In the end, they both brushed their teeth. Here the doctor managed without assistance.

The duo managed to, easily enough, go back through the small door and soon the enormous asari sat down on the bed with a loud creak and leaned back, supporting herself on her arms. Shepard put down the bag and took a bottle from inside.

“Aren’t you exaggerating?” asked Liara, recognizing muscle-relaxing balm.

“Maybe, but I rather take a few minutes now to make sure you feel fine tomorrow. You did almost spend the entire day on foot” replied the commander as she poured some of it into her hand.

The doctor grimaced and glanced accusatory, at least as far as she could, at her inflated breast and the fleshy, gargantuan expanse of her stomach under them. Elizabeth was exaggerating a bit, and even if that it was true, in the past Liara did spend much more actively entire days walking around digs and, later on, running on mission with Normandy’s crew, with little issues. Certainly not with the… discomfort she felt now and likely would result in ripping soreness tomorrow.

Liara moved and with effort managed to lay on her side to give the spectre access to her back. She touched her spilling gut and reminded of herself back on her expedition. A young, skinny asari with some lean muscles from wandering around prothean ruins and hailing equipment. It was hard to believe that not long ago she was so frail.

The doctor blinked, she had caught herself feeling pity for her past self, her thin, nimble form being starkly… undesirable. Liara felt long pale fingers sink into her blue flesh, lovingly speeding lotion. The doctor squeezed the seemingly bottomless organ that was at the very centre of her current predicament and after several seconds smiled.

No… she missed digs and discovery, scientific work, but her old figure? Certainly not.

“I’m fairly sure you covered everything and them some more” said Liara playfully and Shepard only chucked.

The spectre helped her sit and helped to put on her oversized pyjamas. But once the deed was done, the soft asari keep holding pale hands.

“I don’t suppose you’ll head to sleep, as well?” asked Liara looking into green eyes. Elizabeth smiled apolitically,

“You need to sleep, me… not so much. And as much as I would like to cuddle we’re here for a reason” replied the commander. The doctor nodded.

“Of course, but you should visit Karin about this insomnia”

“I did and got a prescription for sleeping pills. All they do is make me loopy. Besides as much as it infuriates her, after several check-ups, she had no choice, but to admit that I can normally function with a minimal amount of sleep. You know that” said Elizabeth with a half-smug/half-reassuring smile and kissed the top of the doctor's head.

Liara gave her a worried look but began making herself a place on the bed. She was tired.

The spectre retreated to the livingroom and retrieved another container. Several minutes later, she was standing there in standard uniform for a technician, brown hair in a slightly different style and a much more tanned complexion. The commander also put on glasses, a practical technical model for engineers, or rather a pair that looked like one. 

She checked security one last time and headed out. Time for inspection.

***

Normandy SR-2, captain’s quarters

Tali yawned loudly as she entered, she locked the door and then hauled a large bag the quarian had brought with herself near the desk before sitting down next to the console. After a few seconds of silence, she looked around.

Their( Their!!! J) cabin was one the first places to be screened. All signs of intervention and trash, only displaced items were a sign that something had been done. The engineer used a console and started diagnostic of local systems and comfortably leaned back on the chair. It had been a long day.

It was filled with the same, repetitive tasks, like previous days, but no less tiring. Also that… accident in the vent. Tali had similar experiences, especially during the last months, but never before in a vent designed to be able to fit a turian inside. That’s had been time-consuming, embarrassing and left her incredibly aroused.

YES. Tali saw no reason to delude herself about it. Unfortunately it also, almost painfully, reminded her of Shepard’s absence.

Still, it was almost the highlight of the day, a small adventure, compared to monotony. There was also her, now regular, chat with Legion. She was still unsure about the machine, but both her knowledge and observation confirmed that geths lacked the capability to lie. This made all the things the quarian all the more shocking(terrifying), And that made sure her mind was as much tired as her body.

The console released a low sound, Tali looked at it. Everything was green across the board and the sterile field was slowly turned on. The quarian informed the rest of the engineering staff, that she would do some light diagnostics through the master console and check a few details. Everybody accepted this( she had trained them well), but it was only partially the truth.

A notification informed her that environment was within acceptable limits, so Tali began peeling suit from herself.

Shepard and Liara had spoiled her. The rooms they got on the base were nice, but still required her to wear a suit, not surprisingly the field module was both ridiculously expensive and rare to find outside specialized hospitals. No need for it in their current base, but since the captain’s quarters were back in working order…

The overweight quarian shuddered a little and clicked a few commands. She had forgotten to set a comfortable temperature and went to the bathroom. Before getting in the shower she examined herself, everything was normal save for a set of thin bruised from when she had tried to squeeze through. Well, that in her case normal had lately constituted a pair of buttcheeks, each twice bigger than her head, widening waist that would make any quarian female envious and thicken thighs that were now touching.

Tali lightly slapped one of the meaty orbs and watched it until movements died down with strange fascination. Not even that bosh’tet, Lawson could claim to her more perfect ass than her. The quarian looked directly down at her torso and grimaced a bit. She was almost twice the weight of a quarian her size, some of this could go to her chest. Sure it was nice for her species and acquiring the size of Liara, Shepard or even Miranda was rather impossible, but the possibility was very… interesting. But her breast stubbornly refused to expand by more than several millimetres, any adipose, that failed to settle on her lower body, went to her belly which now resembled a fluffy pillow, that hung over her legs and was slowly splitting into two large folds.

Water poured on purple skin washing down sweat and substances used to regulate her body. Yes, Tali was spoiled, her two lovers had accustomed her to the standard of living that admirals in the Flotilla could only strive for. By the ancestors, she was first, no waist, second overweight quarian in 300 years.

Soon likely, a second obese quarian mused the engineer with the sile as she was wiping herself

Not bad for an exile

The thought of her future, that she had seen in Zoma, was still unreal, but at the same exciting. Because there was no doubt Tali was going to grow, not with commander Shepard and Liara T’Soni.

The engineer put on a bathrobe and went to the table, taking the bag along the way. Soon, its contents were revealed: multiple examples of a levo cuisine, disinfected and sealed, several of her favourite MREs. In other words – a feast.

Tali probably shouldn’t eat more today, she likely met the necessary(theoretical) quota of calories for one day but:

• She was hungry
• She couldn’t have Liara hogging all the attention

The quarian started with “fresh” foods. Say what you will about turians, but meat is one thing they make right. Steak, some meatballs… mmm. How did they had gotten turian cheese with herbs?

Tali had emptied two large plates of turian cuisine, making quite a bit of mess. This was an unfortunate side-effect of spending most life eating through a straw. But the quarian was prepared with an entire roll of paper towels.

*burp* the engineer didn’t try to sniffle the gases escaping her lips, again she had never developed this reflex and was alone.

Hmmm… Tali supposed that after two heaped platters of meat, many vegetables and some bread(bread…), she could pass the rest. She was more than full.

The quarian took a portion of fruitcake and bit into it. A little bland taste compared to some pastes Liara had made, but texture and bits of actual fruits inside more than made up for that. After several large bites that left her face full of crumbles, the overfed quarian took a few sips from the bottle with juice. Tali preferred not to think about how the obese asari managed to obtain a juice from a fruit native to Rannoch or how much had she have to pay for it.

About five minutes later a portion of cake, as long as Tali’s forearm and as wide(here it wise to add the quarian’s forearms had noticeably thickened, especially compared to her former,  poor, slender from). Two hands landed on the engineer’s stuffed gut, the soft pouch was swelled, its skin straightening and tightening. Tali was now almost painfully full, she had even spread her legs to give the abused organ free space.

Still, it wasn’t a reason to stop.

She grabbed several flavours of MREs bars, it was good ones that Liara’s company was making. Apparently, they were already becoming popular amongst turians, especially younger ones, and Tali understood that. Many flavours, some completely unknown to levo-species, but not too strong.

The engineer recognized some of them, as in she understood what was the food they were supposed to be based on, an advantage of living in a multispecies crew and relationship. They were delicious, although that “mild curry” was a bit too spicy for her, but like a machine, Tali kept putting one bar after another in her mouth, save occasional pauses for a drink.

Her belly seemed to lose its main folds instead starting to resemble an orb. If not for the sound of rapid consumption one could almost hear skin cracking, trying to accommodate overstuffed guts. The thin cracks of darker purple were appearing on Tali’s middle.

Once the gluttonous quarian was done with her bars, her stomach was throbbing with rippling pain and newly devoured food felt likely to escape. Fortunately, the latter was almost impossible thanks to supplements put in all Liara’s brands.

Tali was panting, but she wasn’t done, she still had an inch for more. The stuffed engineer glanced at her bag, there was still much left inside, but what to choose… there. 

Half-litre tube of chocolate, nutrient paste. Tali couldn’t be sure how good taste was replicated, but if real chocolate tasted like this, she could understand Liara’s obsession with the stuff.

Trying not to aggravate her gut, the naked quarian reached for it, unscrewed the cap, put it in her mouth and squeezed.

The dense, delicious substance exploded in her mouth. Mercilessly, Tali was forcing more to flow, swallowing it even as her middle seemed to beg her to stop its torment. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the tube was reduced to a fraction of its original width and the entire paste found itself in ready to explode organic container. Tali simply released folded polymer, letting it fall to the floor, similarly simply falling to her sides. 

The overweight quarian was sweating, her breath rapid and shallow, everything seemed to indicate she had just undergone some great effort, only the crumbles and other food stains were interfering with that image. But… wasn’t it true in the way. Yet another example of Tali working tirelessly to grow, to make her body change, to grow what her lovers(and herself) desired. It was no easy task, to put bulk up for somebody whose species survived on a bare minimum for the last 3 generations.

After a few minutes of respite, Tali opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. She grimaced, there was a bit of a mess.

Normally Shepard would have taken care of it and noticed the quarian with a pang of guilt. 

“Tomorrow” she promised, limiting cleaning to her own body. Carefully, minding her gut which seemed ready to crack open at any second, the engineer slowly waddled to bed. Thanks to an abundance of pillows she managed to prepare herself a comfortable nest and with last effort used the special lotion on her belly. Discomfort lessened. 

However, despite tiredness, Tali reminded awake, one hand still on her gut, the second slowly roaming her body.

If only Shepard was here… or even Liara… or both… the quarian daydreamed. Yes… none of those fair ladies would pass the opportunity that the bloated engineer presented.

Tali’s breath quickened again as she let he imagination run wild. Her legs moved despite being pressed firmly together and somehow her hand, one not preoccupied with her throbbing tummy, was finding her way under the cracking orb and between her thick thighs.

Half four later, again covered in sweat, but deeply satisfied, Tali drifted into sating sleep.

***

Shepard wasn’t a spy.

Shepard most certainly wasn’t a spy, but she was a capable enough scout and had long since learned(it wasn’t easy with her appearance) how to disappear in the crowd. For her current assignment, she was enough.

Again, was it even spying? The spectre was acting on acted on the orders of the owner. So it was fine, probably.

Still, so far everything was surprisingly in order. Elizabeth was visiting sections and areas where something may be afoot, she even hacked several private terminals and datapads, but found nothing.

Of course, there were offences against the regulations, but they were so minuscule, that they weren’t worth noting. Ultimately Liara will decide.

However, the director was right – local commandos needed to kick in the arse, but that was a matter for official intervention.

So far there was only one example of “suspicious” activity, which Shepard now investigated.

One of asari, a translator was hauling a rather sizable bag towards the loading area. It was obvious, that she had no experience in the matter, to her credit she did seemed to avoid any suspicion. At least from her colleagues.

It was a bit troublesome to follow her, humans were a minority in this area, but once they entered the loading bay it was easier. The seemingly open space, that was partially made of a natural cave was a maze of shipping containers, equipment and stone constructs.

What’s more, the asari’s trial was overlooked by a set of sturdy pipes. Climbing them to them provided to be child’s play for Shepard.

Need to talk about security measures the spectre made mental note as she followed the suspect.

Finally, they reached a small area in one of the corners, that was almost completely closed off by containers. Inside was several people, two asari and two human females, there were also several small containers placed as seats and table. Shepard started recording.

“You took your sweet time” welcomed one asari with a toothy smile, by her uniform a commando, but her features too seemed to be a bit soft. She was also the thinnest member of this assembly.

“Heavy” replied a translator witch, cheeks purple from exertion, she clearly wasn’t used to hauling this much weight. The commando chuckled and with one hand took the package from the newcomer and put it next to the nearest seat, where the translator sat down and disengaged the lock.

From inside several bottles of familiar pinkish liquid.

“You’re a lifesaver Valama, I don’t know what crawled into Kasana’s but she seriously speak about banning this thing” said the black-skinned, human woman, technician by the uniform as she took her bottles. A uniform which was definitely a size or two too small.

“She’s just squeamish, give her some time and she’ll give up. But speaking of things forbidden…?” replied the commando as she looked to her companions. They too brought bags/containers with them.

The purple-skinned asari, somebody from the office considering her attire, who was about as… thick as Ceathea the first time they had met, retrieved a bottle of thessian wine(Shepard recognized the brand but couldn’t hope to pronounce it, not bad) and some snacks.

The second human woman with a mop of blonde hair and a bottom-heavy figure retrieved a small bottle of vodka(Elizabeth could respect this choice) and some meat snacks(also not a bad choice).

The dark-skinned technician bent down, which almost tore her uniform at her chest in the bottom, and retired an impressive array of snacks. Quite a lot of them were chocolate.

The commando’s offerings were sparse, mostly one bottle of identified liquor, but she likely provided other services. Meanwhile, the sitting translator retrieved several larger, easily 2 litres, bottles of jelly and put them near the table.

Soon the dense liquid was poured into large cups and alcohol of choice into smaller ones.

The group made a cheerful toast and the celebration started.

Well, that’s one time to spend free time mused Shepard as she observed. The situation seemed a rather clear cut – a group of workers together smuggled rarer, if not dangerous, items for sake of good time. Not surprising, Elizabeth herself took part in similar gatherings in the past, but the problem was eventual ways they managed to get them here considering the strictly classified nature of the facility. Eventually, it could come from private stashes – to investigate.

There was also something more that keep the specte from withdrawing. She has already identified every member below and could access their files at any second. Hacking their equipment with her gear wasn’t an issue either, Shepard already glossed over them, but found nothing suspicious.

No… there was something peculiar. None of the celebrants was stinting themselves food or drink, but the alcohol, at least pure alcohol, was seemingly last interesting. What seemed to be depleting fates was the jelly, which was even more shocking considering its truly sizable supply.

As the party progressed, participants stopped refilling their coops with jelly, opting to drink directly from bottles. Some like the short blonde added liquor to the pinkish substance and drank the mix, others, like the translators, focussed on the pure jelly, snacked between swings and took an occasional sip of alcohol.

Even if highly-octane drinks were the least consumed, it wasn’t meant they drank little. Clearly, the celebrations were becoming happier. The commando's good mood turned into full laughter, the translator choose the floor as preferred seating, the black-skinned technician and third asari looked ready to further interspecies relations and the blonde keep showing chewing like an automat.

During the entire time, the jelly was being ravenously consumed at a truly terrifying pace. That too wasn’t without effect. Shepard could easily see that the middles of celebrants were rounder fuller than initially and the asari/human group below without any regard for it keep pouring the sweet sludge down their throats.

At some point, the party turned into something resembling an eating contest, any conversation forgotten in favour of stuffing face with food or jelly. Those who could open or disregard their top clothing and the spectre could directly see some distended bellies. The first to fall was the asari from offices, mostly from alcohol but her stomach seemed to house a small balloon inside. Then, despite determination, the human technician suffered from alcoholic overindulgence but seemed to mutter something through her sleep. Elizabeth could see her stuffed, brown belly, just a bit smaller than volleyball.

It left only three participants who continued to pour jelly and food into their mouths. After one swing of sweet substance, the commando stopped abruptly and rubbed her full stomach which made it look like she had a fully inflated basketball under her leathers. She made face like she made about to vomit, a few jerks occurred, but nothing happened. Then she slowly slumped to the floor, still awake, giving her stomach as much freedom as possible. To her credit, the commando couldn’t easily remove her uniform, especially without living herself in lingerie alone.

The fattest asari, the translator and blonde woman, who seemed to be second after asari in terms of bulk remained on the battlefield, seemingly dead set on finishing every bottle of jelly. That should be impossible considering the sheer amount, but their actions were full of dedication. They were in visible discomfort with their stomachs nigger than sports ball, the pair were no longer able to swallow as fast as they were pouring jelly which made the dense substance spill from corners of their mouths. 

Then the final showdown had come, both were struggling but continued. Seemingly on signal both raised their bottles and began drinking.

The asari didn’t manage.

As chocking, the sludge exploded from her mouth along with the bottle. Quite a lot of jelly escaped from between her lips, but the rest managed to remain inside. Leaning over “table” with both hands as support, trying to catch a breath. Once she managed that, almost immediately she fell asleep, face first to jelly that just escaped her mouth.

Meanwhile, the blonde mercilessly chugged, despite leaks in the corners of her lips. At last empty bottle was put back on the “table” with a loud thud. Sitting there like that, with one hand on improvised furniture and the second dangling on the side the worker looked ready to barf at any seco…

*bbbuuuurrrrrpp*

With visible relief after releasing gas, the human woman succumbed to alcohol and calories and slumped next to the table, still with an empty bottle in hand. Her stomach was large not quite a medical ball, but not far off.

Well… that’s certainly something thought the spectre, it was then she realized her face was split into a grin.

Down girl, you have Liara and Tali

Shepard did few operations on her omnitool, the facility systems would focus on monitoring those five. Perhaps it was nothing, but better safe than sorry.

The stay among Rachni was becoming more curious with every hour.

***

Undisclosed location, Facility of T’Soni’s company
Guest’s quarters

“Fffuuuuuccckk”

Miranda glanced down at the convict who was currently trying to set a holopad ablaze with her eyes. They were in the quarters T’Soni provided for Miranda. Not the most luxurious quarters the operative had stayed, but for such finely hidden(eve she had to admit that) base and temporary stay they were sufficient.

Jack also often swung bay… actually the overweight brunette nodded one hand to count nights, that the tattooed woman hadn’t spent there. She also founds her way to lay her hand on Miranda’s thick lap, it… just had happened… somehow.

“Less complying. More studying, T’Soni may be rather polite about it, but when she said you should, she meant you absolutely need to. Also, don’t be dramatic, it’s just a bit of memorization” said Miranda trying to look at Jack, but truthfully most of her field of vision was obscured by her bust. She was partially beginning to understand Shepard’s complaints about her own size.

The skinner woman abruptly down and ran her hand across her head.

“Why would need to know how to babysit some brats?” asked Jack and paused with her hand on her head.

“Shit, I need a shave”

Miranda looked at the shorter woman. Indeed, where once had been a perfectly flat surface and tattoos, now were visible beginnings of hair. Quite densely too.

“I think you should let them grow” commented Miranda, almost without a thought. Jack glanced at her, but if there was one thing operative was good at it was quick thinking.

“If T’Soni manages to get you a pardon, and she likely will, you’ll should try to change your image. Most likely the instruction she has you learning somehow tie to that, so don’t slack of, it may be vital to whatever plan the asari has” explained the overweight woman.

“Also longer hair would suit you”

That last part came involuntary, again. She didn’t feel tired?

Jack’s face looked strange, she opened her mouth and closed it.

“You really think so?” asked the convict in a strangely soft voice.

“About my hair, I mean”

Miranda blinked and looked at her companion.

“Of course. And if you don’t want to wait too long I have a special conditioner that considerably speeds growth. I can lend you”

Jack still had this strange expression and avoided looking directly at the brunette. She nodded.

“Thanks” with that the shorter woman leaned back on the couch and returned to lecture

Miranda was suddenly awkward, she too returned to her work, but not before taking a bit of one of many bars she had near.

The exchange had been weird, then again the last days were weird in general... strange, new weird.

But also, strangely... nice?

Miranda didn’t know what to think about it.

***

Over a week later
Normandy SR-2, Captain’s quarters

The lift’s door opened and Shepard come inside, accompanied by murmured quarian profanities. Their source was Tali, who hang over the spectre’s shoulder, kept in place by a muscular arm. She had ceased to resist, but if maintained to spew promises of gruesome doom.

The commander, grinning, carefully strode in. Besides the distracting cargo on her shoulder, she also was carrying a large, big enough to likely fit a human, bag. This was a bit uncomfortable, even for the spectre so she was cautious.

Behind her, Liara waddled in, who tried and failed to stiffen an amused smile on her flushed face. With workers left, she saw no reason to hide her struggle.

The bag landed on the floor near the table with a *thump*, then Tali was delicately laid on the bed. Right away, she crossed her arms above her belly, her luminous glare was a good indication of her grimace under the helmet.

The couch groaned as Liara unceremoniously fell on it with her monumental rump. Very unprofessionally began taking off her shoes using only her legs. Tali noticed it when already one shoe had flown away and the doctor was using her free toes to remove the second.

“What?” asked normally formal asari as she noticed human and quarian staring at her once both chubby feet were free.

“pfft… nothing” replied Shepard smiling widely. Tali huffed but untangled her arms.

“Did you have to pull me from the vent? Could you wait… like a normal person?” asked the quarian. Elizabeth just raised a crimson eyebrow.

“… point taken. But still”

“If I let you, you would be back hours from now, dead on your feet. Knowing you it’s likely what you had been doing for last week. You can use a break” explained the commander knowingly.

“Shepard’s right Tali” added Liara, which earned her a murderous glare.

Minutes later, the field was up, Tali’s suit exchanged for a comfortable bathrobe and the trio was discussing the latest events while enjoying snacks with tea.

The quarian fairly quickly finished with recent events on her side and the conversation focused mostly on visitation to the Rachni facility.

“So that jelly it works like those drugs to enhance appetite?” asked Tali, somehow she couldn’t force herself to take a bit out of a bar. Eating something made by Rachni? Eeewwww

“So far we cannot tell. In some cases, it seems like some weak addiction, but a report, one they made on-site, says jelly is harmless. The most, ah, vigorous consumers were examined, but outside increased mass, no apparent side-effects were observed. We took a few canisters to analyse as well as had assigned more specialized scientism and equipment” explained Liara, she had no problem with inhaling the chocolate chip cookies, that Elizabeth had put on the table.

“It may be very subtle or has these effects only when combined with something else. To me, it seems alcohol may be the case” added Shepard who limited herself to a large cup of strong, black tea.

“Or Rachni are culinary geniuses and it’s simply just that good. Liara seems to like it~”

Tali neared chocked on her bar and looked on suddenly blushing asari, who developed an unexpected interest in the celling.

“You drank that?” asked the quarian, her luminescent eyes almost escaping her skull.

“A few cups...” admitted the obese asari and pit one hand on her enormous gut.

“Try a few litres” added the spectre with a smirk and put her hand near Liara’s on the round expanse of her belly, squeezing it lightly. The doctor's face turned almost completely purple.

“But if it’s addictive…” Tali had some serious doubts.

“Risk is minimal” said Elizabeth more seriously, but still foundling gluttonous organ, small folds of flesh encased in fabric appeared between her pale fingers.

“It took several months for anything to happen. Several months of regular intake. It’s too easy to digest to have much effect after a week if there is any effect. At worst Liara will get some carving for the stuff. Considering its results I can think of worse things”

The spectre slumped to the side, her head landed softly into the sea of adipose. The doctor was still blushing, but she smiled warmly and put her hand into crimson locks.

“You’re irredeemable” laughed softly obese asari, very pleasantly noted Tali. However, the quarian was cursing inside as she watched the tall woman snuggle into soft blubber. The engineer had sat on the second couch so they wouldn’t be cramped, that proved to be a tactical mistake. 

A low barely heard rumble spread through the room, but of course, Shepard did hear and focused on the source with a toothy smirk. It was Tali’s turn to blush.

“I… may have skipped a meal” admitted the engineer. Liara shifted her gaze to her with disappointment.

Cholera

“I just wanted to put Normandy together before your arrival” tried Tali, but received only an increase of disapproval from obese asari.

Elizabeth chuckled and energetically stood up, sensing a ripple through the doctor’s gut. The next second, she was kneeling next to a gigantic bag and began unpacking familiar vacuum-sealed containers.

 “I prepared a few things for our get-together, getting turian pastry was a pain. Also – triple filtered brandy” explained the commander and put a bottle of alcohol next to the pile of disinfected food that could easily be a lavish meal for four quarian.

“Also I got something for those of us with differently twisted helix” with that Shepard began putting out much less secured containers as well as typical boxes and bags of snacks.

That pile was twice as big, but… Tali glanced at Liara, whose legs were as thick as her waist and almost the entire lap was covered by the soft expanse of her smooth stomach, her cankles were almost an inch wider in diameter than her chubby feet at the place they connected… yeeesss that was understandable. 

“Unfortunately here I had little luck” Shepard raised a bottle of red wine.

“It’s hardly a high-quality stuff, but I think you’ll like it Liara”

Tali dug into one of the pre-prepared meals, some chopped meat with pasta and a bit of gravy, while Elizabeth poured alcohol into glasses. She passed one to asari who took a sip from it and smiled.

“It is nice. But you could warn me, I wouldn’t have eat a full dinner earlier” said Liara and fondly patted her gut, which, indeed, was quite full upon closer examination. Then she took one of the chocolate cookies and took an entire into her mouth.

“Well, I’ll finally outeat you Liara” chuckled Tali between bites of her meal.

“Oh?” said the obese asari for some reason the simple sound managed to be surprisingly foreboding. The overweight quarian looked up from her meal. The doctor was giving her The look. 

Somebody may find this ridiculous to consider a slow blob of blue fat intimidating, however, it didn’t change that anybody at the receiving end of this look would likely start to consider their life choices in swat and they should try to placate the obese asari at once.

Tali did feel the menacing presence, but unlike most people, she also felt unexpected and hot in her lower region. Again, the bootylicious engineer wasn’t like most people, she didn’t back down.

“Well, since you’re already full and I skipped a meal, I think I may have an advantage” replied Tali with a nonchalant smile. Liara’s eyes constricted into thin slits.

“Liz, be a dear and try to stack boxes so we both have an even amount of food, while Tali finishes. Also, do prepare soft beverages” instructed the obese asari and Shepard with a grin followed them. When two large piles of neatly stacked boxes were set before her and Liara, the overweight quarian did feel a pang of unease. 

“I believe there’s no point in convoluting this little contest. No time limit, but no stalling. Shepard will act as an observer or provide some basic assistance. And no feeding” explained the obese asari with a subtle smile, accepting one box from the spectre, who was trying to hide her wicked smile.

Tali accepted another chose another meal, some cutlets with mashed vegetables. Soon asari and quarian were staring at each other with opened boxes next to their faces and cutlery in their hands.

“Start” 

Both contestants started without delay, but despite initial impulse neither rushed. They had experience with time work, it's better to be methodical. Tali cut her cutlets and chewed them, interrupting the flow of meat with mashed vegetables, meanwhile, Liara had some meatballs in a spicy sauce with boiled vegetables and bread.

Several minutes later, almost at the same moment contestants finished their portions and reached for the next ones. Tali couldn’t help but smile, she had just the equivalent of two lavish diners (at least to quarians) and easily went for more.

Liara wasn’t giving any obvious signs, but she didn’t eat as quickly as the engineer knew she could and the fabric around her fat-filed middle was visibly stretching. The asari was in a far worse situation than her, the overweight quarian had no doubt her previous meal was anything but a full course, and now she was making just a good face.

Indeed, the squares of meat and cheese, covered in bread, that were in Tali's box, this time disappeared before the contents of Liara’s package. The blue beauty was slowing down, despite a calm face and intense gaze shifting between her nemesis and meal.

Tali discarded the empty container, she was now quite full and her tummy visibly rounded, but it was hardly a reason to stop. In one of the vacuumed containers, she noticed a dried fruit turned into bars and held together by solid jelly – a fairly common turian candy bar. The engineer could use a change of taste.

By the time she bit into sweets, Liara finished her portion and had Shepard pass her another dinner package – some dumplings in gravy, after drinking a glass of juice.

Tali was chewing through fruits and jelly valiantly, but like all processed turian foods bars were quite dense and filling, more so than Liara’s MREs bars(which were intended for quarians). By the time the quarian was finishing the large package, the engineer couldn’t help but slow down as she felt stuffed food painfully inflate her stomach and she had to help herself to juice to wash the food down.

Enough so that when she reached for the next packet of food, Liara was already finishing her third meal, seemingly at an unchanged pace, even as her gargantuan, fleshy stomach pushed forward, groaning angrily. The obese asari was catching up to her, or rather Tali was slowing down.

Next was some thick broth, a little bland, but overall not bad, whose ingredients had been blended and could be simply drunk. Still, Tali had to limit herself to sipping as the liquid was dense and, more importantly, her stomach, which now looked like she had swallowed a small beach ball, was the source of dull, familiar pain. She took large, measured gulps, each accompanied by a jolt from her middle. The entire process was slow, cautious.

When the engineer put the bowl down, breathing hard, she noticed that Liara had just discarded the empty box and was just about to bite into a first éclair from the new container. Her stomach was truly a sight to behold, even covered in thin fabric, it took most of her meaty lap and was spherical, despite the thick layer of soft lard around it. The doctor's face remained serene with a light smile, while she bit into the cream-filled pastry, for a moment returning Tali’s gaze, her eyes filled with a playful gleam.

The engineer huffed and tried to reach for another box but her stiff, moaning with pain, the boulder-like stomach was preventing her. Shepard, as always, come with help, quickly taking the container the overstuffed quarian tried to reach and passing it to her already open. Inside ware sandwiches or turian equivalent of ones.

Tali bit into the first triangle – bread, ham and cheese felt like cardboard as she chowed through it. The sandwich seemed without end, but at last, she managed to finish it…

*rriiippppp*

A sound of tearing fabric reached the suffering quarian and she looked around for the source, She found it.

“Goddess… I liked that dress” said Liara, her mouth and hands were smeared in cream from pastries( her box was almost empty!!!), and with one of those stained hands, she was examining tears that appeared on her gut’s side. It slowly expanded, the sound on the edge of hearing.

“I suppose it’s a sign that my wardrobe may use an update…again. Liz, seeing as it can’t be repaired and I could use berating space…”

The obese asari didn’t have to finish, the commander appeared before her and gently grabbed the edge of the tear. In one swoop, the patch of fabric that covered growth, that had sprouted from Liara’s middle, was torn out. Tali suddenly felt very uncertain… small.

The pulsing, shining, blue orb was monstrous, plowed with purple lines and the only part, that the quarian saw, that wasn’t smooth and round, was the doctor’s belly button. The mountainous gut seemed almost like a separate entity merely attached to the asari which was spilling with fat.

It’s almost as big as me ran through Tali's head. Bit of an exaggeration, but not far off. After all, Liara did weight roughly twice what the engineer did.

Despite it all, the gluttonous asari simply kept eating the damned, fattening pastries, adding to the ridiculous mass of food and blubber that had grown from her flat middle.

Tali shook her head, she wasn’t going to back down just yet. The overfed quarian took a bit from the second sandwich and chewed…

…chewed…

…chewed…

…swallowed.

It barely went down, her stomach rebelling with every centimetre of its journey. Tali took a second bit and after several, excruciating seconds she managed to swallow…

… the mix of bread and filling stood in her gullet. One second… two seconds… three sec….

She spat it out, it was too much…

A mix of saliva and chewed food erupted from her mouth. Tali coughed several times, trying to catch breath and every movement was ensuring her that she was going to vomit. Suddenly she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder and tissue near her lips. Shepard cleaned her mouth and carefully helped her to sit back in the last uncomfortable position and cleaned her face. Every breath caused suffering, as did every other motion. Tali looked…

Keelah 

The quarian was terrified of what she was seeing. That seemed impossible. Liara had finished fattening treats, the remains of cream were visible on her mouth and fingers, also on her belly. The suffering engineer had seen the growing asari stuff herself silly, but this… this.. stomach looked now ready to explode. But it wasn’t the only reason for her terror.

Liara maintaining her nonchalant expression, with a small, cream-stained small was holding a platter with small, but proper chocolate cake.

She… she can’t…

This time the asari didn’t bother with cutlery. The moment the cake was next to her face, her jaw opened, too widely for any quarian or human, and simply bit into the chocolate treat, stuffing her cheeks.

Tali felt sweat running down her body as she was positive to see the enormous bite travel through what was left of Liara’s shortening neck. The rest of the cake received identical treatment and the quarian felt like she was in some fever dream. 

This couldn’t be real, even Liara…

The chocolate treat was reduced to crumbles and smaller pieces. With her hand, the blue beauty simply shoved them into her wide-open maw and swallowed. After that everything come to a complete pause, and then she jerked a little.

She is going to…

*BBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP*

Tali felt the stream of gas that escaped Liara’s mouth and couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. Meanwhile, the obese doctor put the tray down or rather lowered it as close to the couch before dropping it, and with a bit strained smile, began rubbing this impossible gut, indifferent to the chocolate and cream on her hands.

“*urp*…I believe that concludes this little competition of ours?” asked Liara smugly, despite obvious strain and Tali couldn’t help but nod slowly.

Meanwhile, Sheppard was silent. She had been silent since the beginning, opting to watch. The commander had been watched as her girl-m̫̤͑̏ͨͯͣ͒͘a̗͚̹̖̰̻̠̝̓͂̇̀͘͟͟t͈͎ͬ͆̃͞e͖͔̤̪̻̤̰͊̄̉͋ͫ͗s͕̖̣̃̑ͭͩ̈̈̚,̳͈̞͔̮͑͘͝͠ ̶̟͙̪̱͔̞̪͋͌͐́͘ͅb̶̪̺̹̝͕̟̖ͤ̇̐̒̈́̉̏̆ͧ͡͞ř̢̤͎̥̩͎͉̤ͩ̋̄͒̍͗ͥo̴̻̜̙̗͙̻ͮ̎̌͟o̶͚̭͕͔̼̱̅͂̃̑̌͛ͅd̛̳̻̟̪͕̻̑̏̈ͫ͐̃̂ ̬͕̘̤ͣͥ͌̌͜͜m̛͈̙͍͓̬̽̉ͫͩo̵̬͕͎̯̖͈̺̩͛͗̎̎̌͒ͣ͢ṱ̸̮ͫ̽ͩ̐̈́͢h͎̜̬͓̹̳̤̮̽ͥ̄͠e̜̺̱͇̮̝͒ͦ͢ṟ̸̶͚̜͕̩̒ͬ͋̌ͫ̿ͬ͑̚̕sͦͨ҉͎- friends stuffed herself silly, their already fattened(n̛͚̟͓̝̜̩̝͔̖ͬͪͬ̿ͤ̄̔͂ŏ̷̡̲̝̜͉̼̣̩̯̟̈́ͤͬ̉t̵̜̾ͨͯ̃̆̽͜ ̤̯ͩͨé̬͚͚̺̏n̻̪̗̦͎̖͉̖ͬ̈ͧͦ͋̾̚ơ̴̗̊̌ͦ̑̅ͧ̚u̝ͩ̽ͦ͒͆ͤ͐́́͢ĝ͇͖̙͖͙̀h̸̫͕̼̱͙̺͖̲̄̅̄,̪̭̭̬̩̰̙̉ͬ̒̍͆͛̃̐̈͞ ̆҉̦̫n͔̪͓̐͒é͓̖̜͕̱̺̥̔͜e͉͚̰͈͖̞̼͆̆̽̈́ͣ͛̆̚d̼͇̤͋̀͟ ͕͊͆͐ͦͤ͡t̨͇̬ͫͧͯ̄͠ó̜͖̜̤̗͍̖̼͗̓ ̵̝̝̙̲̩̹ͪ̀̇ͤ͞f̛̛̮̲̼͚̟͋̍̆ͩ͛̂ͅe͇̝̹̞̜̟̙ͦͯẽ̴̻̬̙͙ͯ͛ͯ͌͗̀̀͝d̨̖̔) bodies had been filling with food to fuel their growth. This contest made the spectre experience flurry of emotions, but not just the mighty arousal when she watched the duo fatten themselves... No

This… This was Liara and Tali should be doing. Not crawl through dusty went or dully themselves going through the galaxy’s dirtiest secrets. Those two ought to spend time in luxury and comfort with no worries, eat and be fed, grow.

The Rachni queen supported those notions and liked Shepard. If they would find themselves under her care… Surely, the enormous insectoid would take care of them, feed them…

Yes… deep in the defended caverns the pair could feast, fattened. Their bodies could e̔͒ͪͣ͒ẍ̮͎̬͂ͬ̃p͎͓ͪȧ̊̽҉͍n̼̥̭͚̅̔͐̋̅̍͠d͉̘͓̰̳͋, g̘̹̯̟̟͎̟̲̉̂ͯͅr̵̤̪͓̤̝͑ͩ̀ͫ̐ͥo̧̪̤͈̙̽ͧw̯̮̭̒̉̊͞ ͈̮̘ͮw͛̃͟҉͙̼͕̙̀ͅȋ̭̞̿ͥ̊̉ͪ̚͞d̥̣̝̙̉̋͋̅ͭ̒͑̚e̡͉͉̭͕̬̮ͩ̔ͫͫ̅̒͝ ̵̡̘̥̩̺͍̋ͩ̎ͣ̂͋̉ͥa̘͉̤̥͎͕̓̓̀͠͡n̸̫̦̫̼̼̊̐̀d̨̳̹͓̣̭̞̗̀ͮ͐ ̸ͩ҉͈͈̣͕̥͚̠̻f̷̺͇͖ͣ̂e̢͓͚̓̈̑͒̎̀̚ͅr͙̫̟ͯ̍̐̌͛̚͘t̰̳̻̘͔͕̟́͌̾̒ͪ́̚i̶̘̦̺̺ͮ̕͡l͚͔̠̮͍̲̬͌ĕ̦ͩ̾̅͊͋ͥ̚ͅ, ŭ̬̰͖͋̒̌̆́ṉ͙̣̪ͫ̋ͯ͊ͥ̉͟t̰̻͖͓̪͌͞͞ͅi̴̵̤͍̩̮̹̖ͫ͛̎̅̈ͅl̸̮̯̳͖̹̻͍̈́͢ ̷̡͉͚̼̝͈̜̖͆͐̽̈̊̄̒ͪę̫̺̖͆ͦͫ̐͟v̡̭̮͍̩͍͂̓̊̆̓̄̏̂̈͠ĕ͎͒ͨ͐͐ͭn͔͈̯̣͓̘̟͔̥̒̑ͩ͂͢ ̺̣ͣ̔̿̽̏t̢̙̞̜̦̗̭̦ͥ͋̽̏̋͡ḧ̼͇̤͋̿̿͌̋̔͆̚͠e̲̺͊̐i̡̢̨̫̘̻͇͒̓͗̊͐͂͑̾̚rͤ̆҉̪̭̼̞̠̳̺ ̤̈́ͯ͋̍͒͟͟f̬͖̫̙̀̍̓̏į̡͔̪̤̘̦̱͊̋ͦͮ̌̀n̨̢͕̟͈̬̫ͤ̀gͮ̀͞͏̩e̞͋͑̇rͧ͑̏̀ͭ́̚͠͏͔̻ ̴̵͂̑̅ͪͭ҉̱̲w͎̼͒͗̍ͬ̀͒̀ę͉̣͙͇̼̙̏͊̍ͦr͋͌ͧͅe͎̟͖̻̜̊̇̑̅̐ͨ̔̓̏͠ ͕̜̤ͬ̉͒̇̾́t͓̗̩͙͑ͫ̈ͣ͗́̐ͧo̶̧͖̫͔͉̞͎̾̈̂̔o̢̲̣͔̎̾̾̿͐̇͟͠ͅ ̧͚͓͚̥̬̻ͣf̖̰̖̦͈̙͎̦ͯ̚͞a̬͈̗͙̺͌̎̾̃̕͝t̵̼͈͖̣̠̓͐ͧͮ̚ͅͅ ̜͐ͥ̽̾ͥ̏̓ͅṫ̸҉̠̳̱ǫ̪̘̀͑͗́̅͒̓̚ ̨̻̥̳͉͔̊̓̏̔̃̃͝m̝͈̉̒̑̓ͮ̌̎̕o̴͈̠̻̜̫ͬ̈̎̾̚͟v̗̪̑ͪͮͮ͑ͩ̋̒́͝ȩ͕̲̰͗͐̈́͗͞.

“…iz?” her name brought Shepard back to reality. She was standing next to the desk, adding a digestive medicine to Tali’s juice. The spectre turned and walked back to the suffering quarian with a balloon for a belly and handled her glass.

The poor engineer shook a little looking at her lover. She had, somewhat, got used to Elizabeth’s face-splitting grins, but those teeth… and didn’t humans have only one row of them?

“uffff… I think we both could use a shower, but…” Liara said and then looked at her enormous, nearly bursting, sweets-stained stomach, then at the long trek necessary to reach the bathroom. Shepard exhaled but smiled, this time normally.

“Wait here” instructed the commander, both stuffed beauties couldn’t help but roll their eyes at this. Moving was the last thing on their minds.

The spectre went to the bathroom and returned with a plethora of towels, sponges and a bowl of warm water. She stated with Tali, using wet accessories, the commander began removing all remains of food from the purple body. The quarian remained silent and motionless, save for deep breathing, digestive helped, but she was far from comfortable. Last was, the stretchmarks-ridden, organ filled with calorie-rich food was last and cleaned with utmost care. Then, slowly Shepard helped Tali’s arms out of the bathrobe.

Leaving, for now, the poor engineer, the commander moved with cleaning utensils. She had more work to do, much more.

Elizabeth knelt next to the enormous mountain of blue flesh that was Liara, her eyes on the same level as the gluttonous stomach.

“You didn’t need to bait her like that” noticed the spectre, who seemed to look for the deeper meaning in the strained, blue skin.

“It’s been a spur of the moment” admitted Liara, while she was faring better than the quarian, the commander easily noticed signs that the doctor was reaching her limit as well. Still, the obese asari was certainly pleased with herself.

“And this…” said Shepard pointing at the smears of cream and chocolate that had been smeared by chubby hands on the vast expanse of the inflated gut.

“…was also a spur of the moment?”

The immense asari had the audacity to nod, despite the blush that appeared on her face.

“I see…” commented the blood-chaired woman and almost in the same second she smooched the taut surface, releasing a gasp from Liara’s lips and some sound from Tali. Shepard kept like that for a second, but she didn’t simply disconnect. Instead, her tongue remained and soon, the spectre cleared a patch of skin from sweet stains.

Elizabeth moved away and looked up at Liara, who seemed ready to burst a blood vessel. She licked her lips.

“…so was that”

After this, Shepard began cleaning. The situation was similar, save the much greater “area” to clean. Surprisingly, the blue fingers were almost free of sweets, it would seem Liara had licked them nearly clean while the commander was busy with Tali. On the other hand, the great, bloated, blue landmass that housed incomprehensible amounts of fat and calories, was many, many times bigger than a quarian’s and much dirtier. 

However, the spectre was anything if not dedicated. Minutes later she was mostly done and looked with thought at the remain of the dress. It would be hard to remove it, the zipper was on the back and various parts clung to the soft flesh like a second skin.

The spectre procured a knife from her boots and, before Liara could offer any actual resistance, carefully made a series of cuts. That operation allowed her to peel the dress from blue beauty leaving her in lingerie only.. and with a glare.

Shepard moved cleaning appliances away and come back with a small bag full of ailments. Again she started with Tali, meticulously applying cream to the barely holding skin. The quarian seemed to visibly relax as the spectre progressed, letting out occasional, low moans. The commander wiped her hands and mirrored the operation with Liara.

Then she moved away from the table, they needed space, quite literary as the hardest part was coming. Shepard grabbed the asari’s hands, took a stable position and helped(or the other way around) lift Liara’s extreme bulk. The spectre acted quickly, the moment the doctor was, somewhat, vertically, she crouched and moved under her armpit to support her.

Elizabeth felt herself slink into jiggling side fat and pillow-like forearms over her shoulders. Uncomfortably, on bend legs the pair waddled to the bed, The moan released by the pace of furniture, when two meaty orbs landed on it, was worrying but seconds later Liara was lying reasonably comfortably tilted to the side, to support her pulsing gut. 

Shepard returned for Tali. Here the situation was easier, after all the quarian was easily over 200 pounds lighter. Still, she was careful, the spectre helped the stuffed quarian stand up, this time opting to support her by hand. Soon two beauties were lying on the bed, stomachs pushed to the limits and working tirelessly to turn food into more lard.

Elizabeth looked at this sight with a wide smile.

I need to look for a bigger bed noticed the spectre. The current one was enough… if barely when they snuggled. But later…

“I'll take a quick shower” informed Elizabeth, a bit unhappily as she would very much like to join her lovers.

“Really?” wheeze Tali.

“Yes, unlike Liara I didn’t take one before coming out of Wisp and my clothes don’t clean my skin” the commander responded with a shrug. Then again the tall woman couldn’t remember last time (Normandy’s burning, vacuum, she…) she actually sweated.

Five minutes later, she returned wearing only lingerie and with a large blanket in hand. A quilt may be too much, given circumstances... At first, Shepard wanted to sleep on the side, but pair of rather thundering gazes made it clear that she needed to lay in the middle.

Soon, the mighty spectre was lying in the middle, squished as closely as possible to two beauties. The enormous boulder of blubber and digesting food was lying partially on her, its owner hugging a muscular arm between two luscious blue orbs. On the other side Tali, merely grabbed the pale hand, her balloon-like middle felt like stone, but other parts of the quarian felt soft. After she dozed off her head quickly found its way to Elizabeth’s lower forearm.

Both quarians and asari had lower body temperatures than humans, but the commander clearly felt the heat radiating from two expanding bodes at her. Minutes later both were asleep, overpowered by the mountains of calories in their stomachs.

Shepard smiled.

***

Next “morning”

Tali groaned as her slumber was coming to an end. She tried to keep her eyes shut, but consciousness was approaching mercilessly. Her eye cracked, lights were on low settings and that meant had been sleeping for a long time. The engineer forced herself to open her eyes and looked around, she felt somebody next to her, but it wasn’t, Shepard. 

“Oh, you're awake” said Liara with a smile. The obsess asari was half-sitting/half-lying on the bed her now soft gut laid between spreader tree trunk-like legs with holopad in her chubby hands.

Tali turned to her and lifted her arms.

“How long…?” 

“You were asleep for little more than 8 hours. To be honest, I just woke not too long ago” informed the asari with a hint of embarrassment. Both of them oversleep.

“And Shepard?” asked Tali, as pleasant as the current company was, the overweight was certain that she had fallen asleep next to pale amazon.

“I don’t know when exactly Liz left, but she did leave a message. She went to check on the lest to crew and promised to prepare my language as well as breakfast” Liara said and put several to holopad. Lights flared a bit lighter.

“I'll message her, that we’re up”

Tali grimaced, she wasn’t painfully stuffed anymore, but...

“I…don’t think I need a breakfast”

The doctor smiled and pointed at the glass vial the spectre had left on the desk.

“I understand, add three drops of this to a glass with water, you’ll feel better in a minute. Speaking of, could you, pass me the bottle please?”

After several seconds of deep spiritual preparation and a series of muffled groans, the quarian managed to roll out of bed. Then she raised her hands up and stretched her limbs.

“While I still hope for water, but the show is greatly appreciated” said the asari behind her and Tali could hear the smugness in her voice…

I’m completely naked, aren’t I? realized the bootylicious engineer and blushed, but chose to ignore the teasing bosh’tet. Instead, the overweight took the vial and mixed it with juice that had been left on the table. Then she took a water bottle and turned around to bed, it would seem Liara had been busy contemplating her back, especially its lower regions.

“Really?” asked Tali meeting the gaze of wide asari.

“Unlike, Liz I didn’t have many opportunities to admire your figure, especially since it improved lately” replied the doctor without missing a beat.

The quatrain blushed furiously and spluttered. She was more than aware that her thighs were brushing every time, that two, bigger than basketball, meaty orbs that made her butt jiggle with every step. List time when faced with sitting on a stool, Tali seriously considering using two…it’s going to happen sooner or later anyway.

Overall all seats seemed to have shrunk and gain extra passing…

The quarian shook her head.

“Shepard’s bad influence on you” accused Tali before passing the bottle to the depraved mountain of flesh. Liara chuckled and took a large swing.

The engineer considered suiting up, going to the cafeteria and then to work. She promptly discarded this ridiculous notion, instead, Tali climbed back to bed and snuggled to blue blubber, the doctor's side-boob made for a wonderful pillow. before activating her omnitool.

A few minutes later a small burp escaped her lips and ribbed her soft punch. She felt better… almost hungry.

Then she felt something – a chubby familiar hand was next to hers on her widening tummy.

“I…apologize. I may have overdone it yesterday” Liara said with a slightly regretful smile.

“Eh, it’s not you were forcing me. Besides you had fun” replied Tali a bit sheepishly.

“That’s what the problem is. It was an excuse, even if watching you pig out was a delight” the smiling doctor informed with human aphorism. The quarian blushed, then gave her questioned look.

“Lately, I tried to limit my meals to just what I need and not what I want. Considering incoming confrontations, maintaining what little mobility I have, therefore abstain from gaining more weight, is advisable”

Liara put both her stomach and jiggled lightly the adipose. There was no denying that the young matron was enormous, in width alone she was more than Jacob twice over, almost three times Shepard. Tali knew met many quarians and humans of both sexes, that had waists narrower than Liara’s single meaty thigh. This stomach of hers…the day before the engineer had witnessed its terrifying capability and even now the round monument of flesh was awe-inspiring and likely almost as heavy as an average female quarain. Despite, still, being larger than Lawson’s, the doctor's breasts managed to retain their shape and valiantly fought against gravity. If not for this being impossible one could mistake her forearms as having pillows sewn into them. Liara’s neck was almost absorbed, from one side by her growing torso, on the other by the thickening layer of fat under her chin. The blue face was always lovely and fat somehow only added to her beauty. Tali knew that her bottom was made from two meaty spheres, occasionally dotted by cellulite, each bigger than a beach ball. 

The quarian something wondered how it would feel to be pinned by this monstrous ass… and when her own was going to be that big.

Liara was beautiful, more radiant than those fakes on covers of magazines and vids, Tali would admit to anyone, truthfully. She was enormous, bursting with fat, a monument to gluttony, but a radiant one. Perhaps even because of it.

Certainly, the doctor was no longer an example of either agility or speed. Sure, she was managing exceedingly well, thanks to maintaining muscles and increasing biotics, but all of that had limits. The sheer volume of Liara’s blubber alone was making movement more and more difficult.

“However, I underestimated my… fondness for overindulgence. There’s always this itch to eat more, I manage to stave it off more successfully nowadays, but sometimes I slip”

“Like yesterday” injected Tali and the obese asari nodded.

“Yes… and Shepard isn’t exactly helping”

This time the quarian knowingly nodded, it was the spectre’s favourite non-combat hobby. Spoiling her lovers.

“Apology accepted, but I’ll get you for that” the overweight engineer with a smirk and her bedmate smiled.

“Very well. There’s one more thing I would like to discuss, seeing as we have time. Do you want children?”

……..

………..

“What?” Tali felt like her mind had just experienced a hard reset or maybe… maybe it was a dream?

Liara chuckled, but her gaze remained serious.

“Perhaps, I should specify. As you know I and Shepard intend to procreate as soon as Reapers are no longer an imminent threat. But if things with us progress with us as they do, and I would very much like that, you may find yourself co-parenting an asari. I want to know if you’re alright with that or if three of us need to reconsider this matter, together” explained the asari calmly, in a warm tone.

Tali blinked and looked away in thought, but quickly her features softened.

“As long as you two don’t go off and leave me a single parent to a kid with completely different amino acids, we’re going to be fine” firmly replied the spunky quarian, Liara’s smile widened.

“I’m glad, but since we’re speaking about it: do you want to have a child sired by yourself? I’m positive I can assemble a set of genetic material from any candidate you chose, external reproduction if you do not wish to carry a child” the doctor said earnestly. 

This time Tali paused for longer. As any female in the Flotilla, she was expected to have children at some point, it was duty, a fact of life, but now... If she could carry Shepard’s child the answers would be immediate and positive, but it was simply impossible.

“I need to think about” replied quarian solemnly and Liara nodded.

“Of course, there’s no rush. However…”

Suddenly Tali felt a mass of warm flesh cover her body. Liara was tuning to her with her entire body until their faces were a centimetre apart.

Wow… no wonder Liz likes it…come to momma… even though the engineer was rendered speechless her mind and hormones were working at full power.

“…I certainly wouldn’t mind if you father some of my children. I know that Shepard won’t mind either”

Tali’s mouth felt drier than drell's homeworld and everything in her screamed to proceed exactly as the seductive asari suggested.

“Go ahead” said Shepard encouragingly…wait

The quarian cracked her head and, indeed, the commander was sitting in a chair by the desk. It was clear she has been here for some time, in fact long enough to strip herself naked. This was one of the reasons the intrusion hadn’t broken the spell. The two enormous warheads were supported by crossed, muscular, pale hands which were sending their cargo into a hypnotic motion. And her expression…

If somebody had asked Tali if it was possible to die from arousal, she would flatly respond with a firm “No”. However now…

Shepard gave a conspiratorial blink and everything became clear. Before Liara unable to see the spectre, could say something, the quarian managed free one of her hands, using she guided the plump, dark blue lips to her own.

Tali had very limited experience with kissing before accepting her current relationship. It was part of her species' plight that even those simple acts of affection were rare. However, the last months allowed Elizabeth to educate her shorter lover on the matter and the engineer was anything not if not studious.

And apparently, the remedial course paid off, because almost immediately Liara ceased any half-hearted attempts at resistance and reciprocated the kiss. At this moment the entire bulk of the immense asari fell on her. Hundreds of pounds of supple, blue lard were surrounding Tali’s body, crushing her…

Ancestors…!

The quarian almost fainted, never before she would have suspected that being crushed could feel so wonderfully She moved her hands down, but the engineer couldn’t decide what to grab, there was so much… 

The kiss broke, both participants parting and desperately gasping for breath, Tali more so as her chest had a hard time pushing the alluring, blue fat upwards. It was then she noticed that Shepard was kneeling next to them with that damned smirk. The commander bent down to them and caught Liara’s lips. Tali laid here, being crushed by soft blubber, the quarian felt her own large buttocks being squeezed into the mattress and the bountiful body under her hands as she watched her two lovers making out.

Haaa… haaa…haaa…. I hope Liara will sit on MY face

…… and then the beeping started. 

To be exact it was a signal about a high-priority call. 

The blue and chubby face moved away from the sharp, pale one. Liara looked disappointed, Shepard like she wanted to tear somebody’s arms out and then beat them to death with them. Tali shared those emotions.

The spectre moved from the bed and put on Tali’s bathrobe and tied it around tightly, then headed to the main console. Meanwhile, Liara exhaled deeply and, after a few wobbles, she managed to roll from the engineer. Never before the overweight quarian had been so disappointed because she was not being crushed to death.

Once the jiggle dissipated and she caught her breath, Liara activated her omnitool and made a connection to Shepard’s console, receiving only. Soon, on a small holographic screen, appeared an older, human male in Alliance’s uniform with scars. Tali recognized him if foggily – Admiral Hackett.

“Commander. You’re hard woman to contact”

“I just wiped out the main base of Reaper’s lackeys and made a mortal enemy out of one of the most powerful, human organizations. I think that caution is warranted” replied Shepard in her “official” voice forcing herself to assume a neutral tone and posture. She had a healthy dose of respect for the admiral, but his timing was… less than ideal.

The man nodded accepting her words.

“Then I’ll keep it brief” started Hacked and began explaining Alliance’s predicament. Even as she absorbed information and formed new plans, the spectre couldn’t shake off the strangest feeling of déjà vu. 

After several minutes of conversations, the connection closed and moved toward the two beauties, that remained snuggled after watching the broadcast. Shepard sat down and looked at them soberly.

“Tali, how long it’ll take for Normandy to be ready if we disregard the new modification?” asked Elizabeth, Tali did a quick match.

“About 24 hours, not sooner. The Normandy is fully repaired, but several areas were left open for improvements, there are few corners to sweep. With finishing touches and tests I can’t promise to finish faster and mindlessly rushing would be moronic” explained the engineer seriously, her tone lacking previous excitement. Shepard nodded.

“Good. Prepare suitable orders, I’ll signal Garrus to kick everybody's asses into the gear. Also, Liara tries looking into it, maybe you find something useful and… I’m sorry but…”

“Without proper equipment on Normandy, I won’t be of any use. That’s fine, I’ll return to the base and monitor the situation. Somehow this Dr Kenson slipped, despite my search into anything related to Reapers” finished Liara, with full access to her network on she will be able to fully help her lovers… The asari clasped her chubby hands

“However, once you deal with that and my works station is added, I expect a proper dinner and resumptions of interrupted activities” instructed the doctor with a stone-cold expression and Tali nodded in total agreement.

It was also her face fist cracked with a smile and low laugh, then Shepard smirked and Liara joined them, chuckling.

They got it.

***

Week later

So… they blew up a mass relay and a solar system with a batarian colony along with it… this was not good.

Despite fairly encouraging words from Hackett, everybody knew that situation was bad.

“Is this really the best solution?” asked Tali, still unsure. After the rather turbulent main discussion about their next steps with the entire crew, in the conference room remained Shepard, Garrus, Miranda and Liara, connected to them via quantum communicator.

“As much as I hate to say it, yes. Hegemony will keep moaning, but if Shepard remains free, batarian may go to war or Council will completely condemn her to keep the status quo. Spirits know they want to do this anyway” replied Garrus with the turian equivalent of a grimace.

“Everything that needs to be done in near future can be done by us or Liara’s people. I don’t like it, but going separately may be even more effective. At least before Reapers come”

“Vakarian’s right, Tali” added the overweight operative. The quarian glared at Miranda, she didn’t remember allowing her to call her by name but quickly deflated. She know they were right, the reasoning was clear, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Chin up, they won’t lock me up in some dark dungeon. Even if they won’t believe it may recording should stop alliance from actually sentencing me. Besides, legally they can’t and nor I haven’t broken any laws” said Shepard with a reassuring smile. True, even if the council disliked her and considered her delusional they had given back her position as a spectre. So even if, the commander had committed war crimes of any sort she couldn’t be prosecuted for them

“Let’s summarize” Liara’s distorted voice suggested.

The gist of things was:

Shepard was going to give herself into Alliance’s custody with the Normandy.

Garrus – Pallaven

Mordin - Sur'Kesh

Grunt - Tuchanka and later wherever Wrex sends him.

Jacob - there was information about growing numbers of Cerberus defectors, they’ll need his abilities.

Zaeed – back to Liara’s employ, but he had requested a “vacation” for a few weeks, and the doctor had agreed.

Samara – Ardat-Yakshi monastery. She seemed reluctant but equally sure about this. Tali was already a bit scared of justiciar’s bondmate because of it, more so seeing as she seemed to have some shady arrangement with Liara…

Jack- Garrison Academy… on probation… as a teacher

Kasumi – she hadn’t specified other than she was going to ”take care” of some things. But likely Liara had already presented her with a contract.

Thane – to Citadel and, unfortunately, hospital. The events of the last months had put a strain on him and now his illness was starting to noticeably affect him.

Legion – back to beyond the veil. He didn’t know why it was being recalled but promised to contact Shepard or Tali as soon as he possess any new information.

Tali was going to join Liara. She already was working on several projects the obese asari had shared with her.

Miranda was in arguably the worst situation. Her position, a member of Cerberus, had been just leaked likely by TIM himself. The ample operative could get a pardon with Liara’s help, but her former colleagues had infiltrated human government too deeply and she wouldn’t have the same protection as Shepard. So for now the brunette was going to lay low and as the agent of Shadow Broker work to dismantle Cerberus, starting with Henry Lawson.

As for the civilian crew, after initial confinement they would be quickly released, some of them directly back to service, courtesy of the Liara.

An exception was Kelly, who had received a job proposition from the Shadow Broker and accepted. She would be transported to her met with her colleague for foreseeable future.

As for the ship itself... having to change modifications, the alliance surely was going to implement, according to what had been planned by Tali was hardly a problem for the powerful T’Soni heiress.

“However I’m not sure if it is wise to simply leave Jack in such unfamiliar surroundings. It’s easy for something to go wrong and results may be… explosive” Miranda voiced her doubts. The commander smirked.

“It’s sweet that you’re worried for your girlfriend, but I believe Jack will be fine. You’ve been good for her, with little help from us”

The now obese operative’s face twitched.

“I may have occasional dalliances with her, but I am in no way in a relationship with Jack” replied the busty brunette. Everybody in the room looked at her with varying flavours of irony, even the small hologram that represented Liara seemed to share it.

Miranda was grinding her teeth.

“I never got human mating rituals. Watching Shepard and Liara was painful enough, but now I feel like I’m stuck in cheap holo-drama” commented Garrus, almost smugly.

“Garrus, you’re just jealous that Miranda has Jack with her while you and Wrex live in separation” added the spectre, not even hiding her smirk. The turain’s face betrayed deep abomination, the expression even worse due to scarring.

***

Several days later
Citadel

Nyxeris took a sip of her drink. Despite her return to the field and “normal” life, she was far from happy. The asari has spent the last several weeks being tortured with exercises and that diet…ugh

At least her figure returned to normal… well mostly. Her bottom still had more cushion than a year ago, but the operative was cleared for duty. Heavy monitored duty. One slip and she is done for, either by T’Soni or Shadow Broker.

Or Shepard thought the former assistant with a shudder and drank the entire drink with one go. It had far too little alcohol to lift her spirits.

Now, Nyxeris was going to babysit some rookie who apparently “despite lack of experience in intelligence, possessed mindset and knowledge that will be beneficial to future operations”

The asari didn’t see how any greenhorn could help her, she hadn’t even received any data on her “partner”, it would come with her/him.

“Excuse me, Nyxeris Dimakos?” a soft voice tore the asari from the daunting thoughts. Next to her was a rather petite, bit shorter than her, human woman. She was attractive enough, her face dotted with freckles and red hair atop( light, pleasant tone, not one of freshly spilt blood)

The newcomer was wearing a rather simple, if acceptable elegant dress. She smiled radiantly as soon as Nyxeris affirmed her identity.

Cute

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Kelly Chambers, doctor T’Soni said we’re going to work together” informed happily the female and put a holopad on the table, she pressed her hand against the screen. Several seconds passed and the device was unlocked. Nyxeris took it, everything was in order.

Psychiatrist, huh? I suppose that makes some sense 

The ginger sat down and a waiter took her order.

“So… Kelly could you explain, what you are bringing to operation? With your own words, I’ll read the exact report later” said Nyxeris forcing herself to smile.

Let’s see what you got

The ginger’s face dropped a little, but then the waiter come with her drink. She took a sip and started.

“I must admit that I had problems with… nature of this assignment, but both doctor T’Soni and commander Shep…”

“Excuse me” interrupted Nyxeris suddenly feeling cold sweat at the back of her crest.

“You worked with commander Shepard, the human spectre?”

“Yes, I just retired from the position as a yeoman on Normandy” clarified Kelly with a questioning look.

“I see… Forgive me I was just surprised. Please continue” replied the asari trying to appear calm and her conversationalist glowed up again. She couldn’t screw this up. She couldn’t.

“Suffice to say I had to admit that your method was far more preferable to alternatives. You have already been using a psychological approach, quite cleverly so. But there are several things you overlooked, which could be used to improve the entire experience” the redhead said sincerely with that innocent smile. Nyxeris felt a pang of annoyance after hearing somebody say that she had overlooked something, but the operative didn’t show it. Instead, she prompted Kelly to elaborate.

The petite human was explaining in a warm, soft voice using relatively simple terminology or explaining more advanced terms. Despite occasional trailing off, the asari felt her reservation melting and experiencing something alike excitement about working with her partner. Kelly was listing a wide array of subtle stimuli that could be used when turning targets into butterballs.

Two of them had scheduled a second, more formal, meeting and parted with positive moods.

Later in her temporary apartment, Nyxeris was going through Chamber’s files and her spirit was going up. Perhaps this partnership wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

***

Hagalaz
The Shadow Broker’s ship

Tali hadn’t quite expected this. With how sudden everything had happened, she had been expecting a more rushed place as a workplace. The claustrophobic journey to the flying fortress(the quarian had travelled as a sealed cargo) had reinforced those predictions.

Instead, the bountiful engineer was now sitting in an office whose walls were made from prefabricates, good ones, but there were signs of rush ended. Before were the most sophisticated pieces of designing hardware and software. The room was fully covered in a sterling field, and the rest of Liara’s working area had been previously fully sanitized so Tali had no problem walking through it to their bedroom, which also had the expensive field. The asari offered to provide her with a separate room and bed, but both had learned that they… enjoy each other company.

Her armchair was expensive and very comfortable, likely custom-made just for her and the rest of the furniture wasn’t cheap either. Fortunately, they were practical and functional without pointless add-ons.

“Miss Zorah, I brought snacks. I hope they are to your liking” said the bot putting a tray full of various snacks on a nearby counter, replacing one now almost empty.

…then there’s that

Tali was unprepared for the presence of many bots inside the base, or rate the parts of the base Liara roamed in. Now, the overweigh engineer wasn’t like some of her species, she had no problem working with automatons even before, now after weeks and understanding with Legion, she was probably the most accepting quarian.

Despite this Tali had been unprepared for their constant presence and number. Still, she should have expected it. Without planning her absence before, Liara had to be completely focused on her work, she didn’t have time for chores. The need for secrecy made robots an obvious choice.

That and the obese asari also needed help in more personal matters. Tali had wondered as had watched Shepard help the blue beauty with the most trivial physical tasks. Same tasks that were enow strangely hard for her and getting harder. How did Liara manage to do those on her own? Answer – she probably could slowly, do those alone, but she choose to use robots to speed up processes.

Not that Tali was deploring the flabby doctor for it, this was the purpose of non-sentient automatons – to help. But she was still getting used to it.

Perhaps, the ample quarian wouldn’t be meeting them so often if the robots weren’t so set on spoiling her. They were set on helping her with ever, ever most mediocre, physical ability. And of course, there was food.

Tali was being served ridiculously lavish, for a quarian at least, meals. Every single one of them made her belly taut as a balloon. Between them, she was being supplied with an array of scrumptious snacks.

So really, the quarian was constantly stuffing her face. But seeing as she wasn’t spending her entire time in a food coma, but working, Tali was happy she was exercising some self-control.

She glanced at the new tray and signed, dried fruits covered in species, of course. One of her favourite treats. 

Then robot placed two cups next to it, then poured two different, steaming liquids. Soon enough Tali heard steps, that were both heavy as well as soft, and accompanied by even, but deep breaths. She turned her head and sure enough, the quarian saw Liara waddling towards a small couch put in her office.

Getting used to fully casual Liara was quite the experience. Sure she saw glimpses of her during their common times on Normandy, but never to this extent. Even her old stuttering self was quite official, displayed little discomfort and tried always to dress to the occasion. Lately even more so, fat or not fat.

So watching Liara walk around in pares, plainest outreached clutches, mostly barefoot was a stark contrast, to say the least. The obese asari also didn’t bother maintaining her facade. She didn’t even try to pretend to be able to move other than by heavy waddle nor did the young matron hide her deep breathing, often supporting herself on the railing or calling a bot to help her relocate.

Despite seeing signs before and talking with Zoma, Tali first time truly witnessed and understood how much all this blubber affected life.

As she watched Liara waddle slowly, her face a bit purple from exhaustion Tali couldn’t help but feel a bit terrified.

On the other hand, all this jiggle… and those meaty, beach ball-sized butt cheeks did feel amazing when pressing her body…

(Tali blamed Shepard… and Liara too, she used to occasionally fantasize about the pale, muscular body of the commander. Now she had serious needs that included said human body and a quarter ton of blue, asari adipose)

The young matron sat down with relief, the couch groaned under her immense bulk. The piece of furniture was a proper couch, even if a small one, but under Liara, it appeared almost like an armchair.

Tali turned with the upper part of her chair to her quest and took her cup, recognizing levo-blend, soon, still remaining, the automaton passed the second one to the asari, then put a small plate of snacks next to her.

Sometimes Liara liked to visit the quarian and simply converse. As much of a loner she was, the obese doctor still enjoyed the company of close ones and there was only one person who was closer to her than Tali. The engineer often returned her gesture and had her chair next to Liara’s enormous armchair in the main room.

That day too, they began talking about matters both serious and casual, sharing an occasional laugh.

“You really ought to finish” said Liara gesturing to the tray held by still standing bot, where there were quite a lot of remaining snacks.

“I made sure to it well balanced and scheduled… unless there’s something not up to your taste?”

Tali exploded with muffed laughter, largely because the asari was completely serious.

“..ha…it’s so balanced I would burst from my suit in few months” jested the quarian before taking a bit from the dry pastry.

“That would be ideal. Unfortunately, even the schedule I had made, gives hope for a weight increase of about 100 pounds after 3 months. It’s a bit optimistic and unlikely prediction, but I’m confident we can make you well over 300-325 pounds after in this time” informed Liara calmly and took a sip of tea.

Tali froze with her mouth wide open. Liara once again was completely serious, even if a faint smile wandered on her lips.

“Aaa…”

“Of course, we could meet this goal, probably even exceed it if we used stronger aids, but I postponed using those for now. Unless you have nothing against?” offered the asari, her smile making visible dimples in her chubby face.

“Ehhhh… no I’m good” replied the quarian. She had never outwardly acknowledged it but she had seen what a bit stronger T’Soni drugs did to Miranda. First, the brunette had been, barely and with great effort, managing to stuff herself, next she was wolfing down MREs like there was no tomorrow with her stomach as tight as a drum.

Also, she saw recordings of a test subject who received stronger stuff… the engineer still felt a cold chill at the memory.

So yes, Tali would pass those drugs for now.

“Aren’t you being…overly ambitious?”  not to mention failing to tell me about it?

Liara gave the empty cup to the robot and put her hands on her enormous gut, which had been serving her as a table, and with a sly smile began fondling the blue flesh which almost fully stuck from her shirt. All of which she was looking directly at the young woman.

“Tali, as much as I enjoy being the biggest one in our relationship, I would love you to finally properly bulk up. Laving you as you are now is out of the question, I think 450 pounds is a good goal to strive for, at least for the time being” explained the immense doctor maintaining eye contact and still putting motion in her luscious blubber.

Tali’s throat was dry. She had known, of course, that neither Shepard nor Liara was set on making her grow, neither hid it by now. The portly quarian accepted it, was enjoying it even. But it was the first time it was placed in such firm terms and with an equally firm, as well as intimidating, goal. A goal with a schedule. 

“I’m also sure Shepard would be most appreciative should she see a substantial increase in your volume. Lastly, I do know that you’re quite anxious to experience how it feels having a bottom as big as mine or larger” finished Liara and by then her smile turned into a small smirk. Tali blushed.

Stupid sexy asari and her stupid mind reading melding!!!

“I must say that I share the sentiment” added the doctor and loudly smacked her belly. The quarian took a few breaths and was about to retort, but the obese beauty’s omnitool beeped and flashed red.

“I’m afraid we have to cut the break short. I’ll try to join you for lunch” said Liara before gesturing to the automaton to help her. Tali, despite wanting to counter the flabby asari, merely waved her goodbye. The gluttonous doctor did have more duties than her and made those breaks when she could, which wasn’t that often.

She watched as Liara made her way, her back fat and her meaty flesh moving in tandem to her heavy waddle…. Mmmmm… all that jiggle…

The quarian signed longingly and dusted crumbles from her skin starting with her “barely” expanded chest, through her pillow-like belly and her luscious, thick thighs. The temperature in the room was set so she was comfortable with a bare minimum of clothing, which allowed her a had a watch on her figure. All that food was leaving mark on her, Tali already felt practically getting fatter with every day.

Though probably not as much as Liara would like

She took a fistful of sweets and put them in her mouth and chewed slowly. The engineer got to keep in shape, after all. 

Perhaps she would try to finish this entire tray?

***

Illium, Nos Astra
T’Soni company’s housing block

Jennifer looked nervously around the room she had just entered. It seemed like a decent enough apartment, much different from the sterile hallway that lead to it. 

“Hello there!”

The young woman almost jumped startled by the unexpected, if warm, welcome. Next to her was an asari, slightly taller than herself, with almost white-blue skin and no visible paint. Her clothes were sparse, to say the least, she was wearing only a shirt and lingerie. 

“Hi” responded Jennifer trying to compose herself.

“I’m Limena, soooo you’re our new roommate?” asked the cheerful maiden.

“Ah, yes. Jennifer Walters” the young woman introduced herself and tried to offer a hand, but the two heavy bags that hung from her shoulders.

“Great, that means we have a full set. Sam’ll be happy that she won’t be the only human. Let me show you your room” said Limena and without any ado took one of the bags and went inside. Jen had no choice but follow.

She couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame as she watched the nimble figure of her guide. While Jen was fairly strong and physically capable, the young woman of African ancestry was never able to shed extra padding that clung to her body, especially her bottom

Then again it means I have an advantage. Never would have thought being fat would look good on the CV

The slightly chubby young woman of African ancestry was putting a lot of hope in this job. Since getting to this planet she had trouble getting steady employment, but this was a chance. Only viable chance, so far, even if it was… strange.

The apartment was nice(much nicer than anything she was able to rent on Illium before), a bit blank and…why did it need all those rails?

Before they reached one of two double bedrooms, Jennifer learned that there were five of them, 3 asari and 2 human women, that only Limena had the smallest, but single bedroom and 2 of her future housemates were now on some medical exams.

They entered the double bedroom with a mess of clothes and other items already on one bed. Jennifer put her things on the unclaimed bed and looked around. It was nice if lacking in personality…

“Is… that a minifridge?” asked the young woman, a gaping device located near her nightstand.

“Yup, we all got them. I mean… it makes sense” replied Limena with a nervous chuckle. Jennifer nodded slowly.

“Listen, how about you grab a bite before unpacking? Tomorrow's when "diet" starts and Nyssa is heating a pizza” offered the maiden, still smiling.

“Sure” Jennifer hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it was afternoon already.

They went downstairs, but before arriving in the kitchen they noticed an asari in s casual grab lying in the living room, gaping at some show displayed on a large screen munching on a large pepperoni pizza.

Jennifer kept being surprised how much human foods were popular amongst asari.

“Nyssa, you promised to call when it’s ready” shouted the standing maiden, the person in question lazily turned her head, she had purplish skin and a few white strips of face paint, and with an unchanged expression put a slice of pizza in her mouth. 

This is going to be fun thought Jennifer with dread and Limena huffed before sitting down on another couch and taking a slice.

“That’s Jennifer our final roommate” she introduced the newcomer and passed the box with the steaming dish closer to the human, who sat next to her and accepted it. The lazy asari just waved at them in acknowledgement and focused on the show. Limena gave Jen an apologetic look.

“What about diet?” asked the young woman after several bites. The pizza was very good and thick with toppings.

“Well…, they didn’t call it that, but they did say that tomorrow we get this show on the road and that we were going to have to abide by the precise dietary regiment” explained Limena making air quotes with sauce-stained fingers.

“Frigging*much* eggheads” Nyssa spoke the first time, still chewing on pizza.

“All we gotta do is sit on our asses and eat food, that all to it. But of course, they have to make everything sound complicated to feel smart”

Jennifer wasn’t so sure of this. The young woman would never admit to it but she was fairly adept at dealing with bureaucracy and contrast. It thanks this Miss Walters hadn’t ended up in “Indentured servitude” during her stay on Illium. Her current contract seemed fair, especially by local standards, but it was by no means lax and gave their employer a lot of power...

The lone emissary of humanity chose to withhold those doubts, opting to take another bit of meaty treat while listening to Limena cheerfully explain house rules.

***

Terra Nova
Colonial capital

Tela had a fire in her lungs as stumbled down after jumping down from the fence in some alley. A suggestive dress she wore was torn in places, covered in grime and bloody splatters in various colours. Fortunately(or not) barely any of it was hers.

“Fuck” muffed curse escaped her lips, the spectre felt pain in her shallow wounds and her lower joints as she stood up and clung to the dark corner of the wall. The panting asari activated her omnitool and an array of programs that provided information. She needed confirmation if they are still on her tail.

The operation was a bust. Why exactly? - she would investigate later.

And everything had been going so well. The enamoured human male let her in on a “private tour”, and even introduced his boss. This detail hadn’t gone as good as she had hoped. Then again what to expect from a high-up of a homophobic terrorist group, same with some of the workers inside. Fine, this Harry Lawson was hardly worth looking at either. Same with her “boyfriend” really, but what you can do.

Still, everything had been proceeding as planned, distraction, computer viruses, and even those codes to access databases and security worked like a charm. Considering paranoia surrendering the place it had to be hard even for Shadow Broker to get them. 

… and then something tripped the alarms.

She barely managed to escape as the building imminently went into lockdown and the guards were not overly inept. Vasir escaped confident, but several groups chased her, both on foot and with vehicles. It took her some time to shake them off.

Fuckers, some of them had to drug them thought the spectre furiously as she tried to even her breathing. Tela couldn’t remember the last time she tired so easily or felt so sluggish. Then again she felt similar symptoms for some time now

Here it’s worth mentioning that both the asari’s fatigue and the alarm had a common cause, namely the noticeable pillow-like bulge that extruded from her middle. The softness that enveloped the rest of her body also was partially responsible. How over fifty extra pounds of fat could impede her physical performance was fairly obvious, but cause alarm? Well, it was quite simple: Vasir being in complete denial of her enlarger figure at some point had pressed her expanded belly into a touch screen, console in question was meaningless to her and had no meaningful data, but it was password protected as well as located in the restricted area. It was an assortment of random words, written by the supple stomach that tipped the alarm.

The asari let out a deep breath, that almost ripped the remains of her dress. Various viruses and other aid were doing their jobs, the Cerberus lackeys were chasing shadows, but not her.

Still, the spectre was furious, her assignment only half done. Sure she had now an abundance of leads on Cerberus, incriminating evidence and names, but only a fraction of this would incriminate Lawson. Sure it was enough to incriminate him, but not to justify taking him out, another failed objective.

Once her heart seemed to case its escape attempts from her ribcage, Tela carefully started heading to the safe house. She needed to patch herself up and contact Shadow Broker to consult on her next moves. The asari wasn’t looking toward it.

Then the spectre reminded herself of the large supply of chocolate cookies and genuine thessian wine she had stashed and her mood lifted a little.

As Vasir walked she ignored the aching of her body as well as the weight that hung from her middle and the growls it was releasing. Last two, her suborn brain seemed to simply filter from reality.

***

Terra Nova
Colonial capital
Unknown apartment

Miranda signed heavily and rubbed her forehead. Through the console and various equipment T’Soni provided, she had been monitoring the spectre and quietly helping her. The brunette also just received a preliminary report from the Vasir.

The brunette wasn’t happy with the state of affairs either. Fortunately, they managed to get the most essential intel, it was a huge blow to Cerberus, but her father…

Of course, any truly incriminating evidence, pointing to him, was elsewhere and after this stunt, he would hide, so the devil himself wouldn’t find him. Miranda could say a lot about her father, but he wasn’t careless.

Worse yet, Vasir had used her codes. Even if he had had his doubts after they had cut contact, the Illusive Man would be now sure she was compromised.

The brunette poured herself a bit of bourbon, normally the operative wouldn’t be caught dead near such low-end alcohol, but she was alone and in need of encouragement. The liquid warmth spread through her body and momentarily dampened the pain of existence. She didn’t need to worry, her genetics, wright and biotics made sure, Miranda was quite resistant to alcohol.

Still, can’t get drunk. How the hell Shepard manages to barely get tipsy from things that should melt her stomach wondered the overweight operative allowing her mind to wander and reminiscing about that “girl-time”.

Wonder how they are doing? Is Jack doing we…

Miranda shook her head and felt that her flesh followed its suit. She had separated from the rest of Normandy’s crew, but the ample brunette had recently realized that she was genuinely missing them.

It was new and… worrying.

Never before, save for Oriana, Miranda missed anybody. Especially considering all the… disagreements.

Worse, a lot of times, her thoughts circled around a certain convict. Sometimes at night…

A low ringing brought her to reality.

Saved by the bell

The brunette used the remote camera and other sensors to check the source. The hotel service with a trolley full of food.

Good, they were right on time.

Miranda went to the door with a pistol, just in case, and opened the door. The young human male in hotel uniform looked surprised for a second, but beyond that merely recited typical formula. The brunette stopped him insisting she roll the trolley herself and after brief, professional denial he went back. 

As the operative wondered about the source of his surprise. Was it her appearance?

She paused for a moment, near the entrance was a full-body mirror. Miranda let off of the trolley and posed, a sly smile appeared on her face.

She looked good. 

The brunette was easily the fattest guest of the hotel, but if somebody disagreed, even herself in a moment of weakness was either lying or borderline fatphobic.

The almost 200 pounds of pure lard, that had been added to her body, had gone to the right places. She now had an hourglass figure, which looked most scrumptious, even if her belly seemed set on catching on her breasts. Miranda with a pang of sentimentality had to abandon her jumpsuits, they didn’t play well with her soft folds, instead opting for special suits, that fully accented her expanded curves. 

This move hadn’t cost her distractive properties, it would seem the sheer volume of her “assets” were making up for it. And if she wanted to make sure, all the operative had to do was to unbutton her shirt, so her cleavage, which nowadays resembled a valley more than anything else, was on display.

More than once it seemed that somebody was a centime away from falling face-first between soft mountains. Not only men. 

…or she could put on tighter trousers. That too proved unexpectedly effective.

All that while both the Illusive Man and her father were convinced that some fault in her genes was responsible for her dramatic increase in size. They had made sure of that.

So… despite her initial worries and approach, it proved to be a complete win-win situation.

Still smiling, the clinically obese operative returned to the trolley, moving it towards the table. She looked down at the assortment of foods and immediately felt a familiar hollowness in her gut. Perhaps it was resin for the boy's confusion. Miranda was alone in the apartment and on the trolley, there were easily enough dishes on the trolley for a lavish for three people.

Shepard’s training and T’Soni drugs had done their job.

The brunette put the first wave of cuisine on the table and removed the upper clutches, save for a comfortable bra, this one was new and still well contained her boobs. Miranda looked around wondering what to eat first, the advantage of being of Terra Nova was access to human foods that for various reasons weren’t available in most of the citadel space.

The operative sat down and pulled a plate with chaczapuri near herself, to this strategical position where her chest wasn’t obscuring it. Indie a boat of bread, almost as long and wide as her enlarged calf, was a lake of molten cheeses, spices and butter. She started eating carefully, wary of warm cheese, but soon thin strips of bread, dripping with cheese were quickly being devoured by the starved woman. Her rapid movements were the cause of ripples going through her soft body and jiggle of her chest.

The first dish swiftly fell thanks to the operative well-practised motions. Miranda quickly removed the empty plate back to the trolley and grabbed another serving, a large piece of real lasagne, made from fully natural cheese, tomatoes and meat, not their synthetic substitutes. The curvaceous brunette paused when she realized something.

Cerberus had an entire book worth of evidence that the thick layer of blubber that had enveloped her body was caused by faulty engineered genetics and twice as much evidence, that confirmed it. If Miranda wanted to change profession she could become an actor, Shepard too, surprisingly, and T’Soni also come through. Oriana was now a faulty product to their father. It meant Miranda could slow down with masquerade, perhaps even contact a dietician and resume working out routine to shed some weight, perhaps even build more muscle. Certainly, the fattened operative could stop eating meals that certainly would add even more flab to her frame.

No thought Miranda and pushed a second plate closer

Sooner or later they get some data on me. If I suddenly stop gaining or worse lose weight, the entire operation will be at risk. Father isn’t a fool.

Reassured with this, admittedly quite correct, reasoning, Miranda dug into a lasagne with gusto. Promptly enough second, equally filling meal, was fully devoured by the brunette, her stomach capacity multiplied after intense training. 

The operative reached for another third and then for the next one.

And then for one more.

Miranda ate quickly, but calmly even as the skin at her middle tightened and the organ began slowly marching outward. Above it was a soft, but still largely defiant to gravity, a bountiful chest was waving akin to sea in a storm, being set in motion by the brunette's ravenous motions. Occasionally on the supple, spotless flesh landed occasional crumbles, and drops of juices of melted cheese landed. As a side effect of her current routine, after all, Miranda ought to eat as much as fast as possible, last feeling of painful fullness catches up to her.

Her own stuffings, force-feedings and occasional dashes of drugs from T’Soni gave wonderful effects. When the operative was finished she leaned back and released a small, muffed bleach, her gut almost thrice the size it used to be, taunt as drum and extended even further than her mammoth brats. Similar occurrences, were almost daily, although rarely involved such lovely food.

Miranda absent-mindedly rubbed the overfed belly, feeling herself relax. An amazing meal connected with satisfaction from such through stuffing made disappointment from a half-failed mission disappear. Calories and mental exhaustion were getting to her so Miranda set alarm on omnitool and brushed herself, before laying down on the comfortable couch.

Not a minute later, the operative slipped into a food coma and only an occasional digestive groan from her hard-working gut was interrupting the silence of the apartment.

***

Chew

Chew

Chew

Swallow

This’s a bribe, a trap, another part of this fucking prison, I’m not…

“So, how was that?” asked a cheerful, almost naïvely happy voice next to her.

The fat face twitched and morphed into a polite smile, which, the horror, was partially genuine.

“It’s great Falere, but it could use a bit more salt” replied Morinth, her smile making visible dimples in chubby cheeks. The younger asari positively beamed and moved to the counter choosing another culinary.

“She really got into it, you know. Drink?” asked Rila, she was much more composed than their youngest sister, but even her gentle smile was radiating positive energy. Morinth nodded or rather several times dug her chin into her flesh.

Rial carefully put a cup to her sister’s lips, which had about half a litre of liquid, and slowly tilted. The substance was quite dense but easy enough to drink, was clearly milk-based, sweet and delicious.

She hated it.

It swiftly and smoothly poured into the captive asari’s stomach. Once it ran out, she released a small burp and her sister lovingly wiped her mouth and turned around, likely to refill.

Morinth tightened her jaw as she looked around, both of her sisters busy with food and drinks, the cosy, bright room that she was in, the comfortable bed under her and all of the comfortable furniture.

Her fucking glided cage.

She hated it.

Then the ardat-yakshi looked down and focused on her own body. Her obese, as heavy as krogan body that was spilt on the bed. The ridiculous large and heavy tits, still amazing, but as large if not larger than her head, obscured everything under them and Morinth couldn’t have examined the damages, if not for a mirror. Her formerly well-toned belly had turned into a wide, doughty mass composed of two thick rolls divided by a shallow chasm. It was hanging down, starting to obscure her crotch and stuck only an inch or two shorter than her chest. In place of shapely, head-turning gluteus was now two moderate, fleshy orbs occasionally dotted with cellulite. The nimble her limbs weren’t spared either, her once muscular thighs were touching and calves thick and readying to swallow her ankles.

There. Was. Fat. Hanging. From. Her. Fucking. Forearms.

Morinth LOATHED(loved) her new body.

It was also the biggest hurdle that prevented her from escaping.

Oh, there was not that the stuffy matriarch(except father, she wasn’t stuffy) had updated, but the predatory asari was sure she would be able to deal with that. Also this time Morinth would simply litter the place with bodies with no hesitation. This time, she wasn't a naive child.

But this damned(magnificent) body…

Simples, easiest activities were a hurdle. Short walks through gardens that she and her sisters went on occasionally were leaving her exhausted as much as she tried to hide it. Her body was heavy, and sluggish preferring lying or sitting to any activity.

But she was humiliated further, they had done something that interfered with her biotics. Morinth felt the thrumming eezo-powered might under her skin, but at best, he was managing a wave, strong enough to knock over a cup.

The once-mighty ardat-yakshi was rendered powerless.

Obviously, she thought about slimming down, but…

“Here you go” said Falere warmly handing her oldest sister a plate of shishkebabs from grilled meat and vegetables. Morinth didn’t recognise them, but they looked and smelled delicious if a bit spicy. She wasn’t hungry, had already eaten more than twice a diner's worth of food, but the obese asari felt herself salivating, then the asari looked at the sunny, waiting disposition of her sister.

Morinth tried to maintain composure she bit into, one grilled stick.

“It’s great” admitted truthfully the oldest sibling and Falere beamed, then excused herself.

Once she was out of sight, Morinth voraciously attacked shishkebabs with reckless abandon, her flesh transforming into a sea of motion. Fortunately, Rila was busy with something and didn’t have to witness her sister's savage gluttony.

The predatory(no more, save for, perhaps, food) asari wanted to stop, truly, but couldn’t muster the strength to do so.

That was another problem.

It had taken her some time to fully(not) shook off of brainwashing fucking Visar, or whatever her real name had been, had done to her. But her menstrual hunger and appetite remained.

At first, still, even, Morinth had trouble believing how much food it took for her to feel full.

But it wasn’t enough.

No, simply filling her gut to the brim wasn’t doing. Even if her stomach felt on the brink of tearing if a tempting morsel was placed before her, Morinth it. Then next, third…she ate not ignorant to, but despite the pain in her stained gut.

The obese asari couldn’t stop herself.

Those gluttonous urges put a damper on any attempts at slimming down. What’s more and which shook Morinth to her core, the monastery’s residents seemed to actively encourage it. While she hadn’t once stepped on a scale, if the snipped of the conversation the asari had overheard had been true, she was gaining even more lard and… reached 400 pounds mark.

The lavish meals lack any physical activities, mandatory or otherwise.

By the Void, they were practically showing grease down her throat while keeping bed bound.

The problem was Morinth was weak and it wasn’t just a side effect of her blubber. Perhaps she would offer more resistance if not for the… particular guards.

In the entirety of know galaxy, there were only two(three depending on her mood) people Morinth would never hurt in any form. Namely, her two younger sisters, who, coincidently, had been tasked with “nurturing and reintegrating Morinth back into their community”.

Her naïve, smart, gentle sisters, reluctantly at first, but always with love cared for her, and quickly enough warmed back up to their reclaimed sister. There was no judgment, no rejection only warm comfort and support.

They were exactly as the captured asari had remembered them, only the life in the monastery had made their bodies softer. But that may be her imagination, projections.

Falere had taken up cooking with quite promising results. Her cuisine ranged from good to excellent, despite an occasional odd mix of flavours. The youngest sister produced her culinary delights in great quantities, but Morinth was devouring every last bite, a victim of her gluttony and desire to please the ever cheerful baby of the family.

Rila was more serious and not as naïve, which allowed for a bit more meaningful conversations. The middle sister was expressing herself in more traditional ways through sculpture and painting. She was also responsible for more hands-on help for her weakened sister. Rila helped their big siblings walk, clothe and even bathe. She was the one always supporting Morinth during their occasional walks as well as rubbed her skin with soothing aliments after most excessive stuffings. 

The captive asari couldn’t go against either of them, that hadn’t changed in the centuries since her escape. Occasionally father visited, she had moved up in the hierarchy and with her, Morinth didn’t hold her tongue. But the matriarch didn’t shield herself with code or righteousness, instead opting for witty, sharp remarks and a sly smile. It was simultaneously infiltrating and refreshing.

It was good to see her well

So Morinth was once again imprisoned in the monastery, fattened not unlike a bovine, weaker than a pyjack and with two loving sisters that, knowingly or not, were set on fattening her with support from this glorified prison and their father’s patronage.

The fearsome, seductive ardat-yakshi was fucked and soon even fatter unless she come up with something.

Morinth burped once the entire supply of shishkebabs found themselves in her gut, it was delicious and now she was properly stuffed. Still, in the back of her head was the urge to nib on something, change the flavour with a little snack. Likely it would be soon provided by Falere and wouldn’t be so little.

The flabby asari put the plate on next to her and was about to rub her belly to release some pressure, not an easy feat with those suffocatingly large breasts of her, but then she heard Rila.

“Stop! Clean your hands before touching anything and better yet let me do it” commanded the middle sister with a commanding voice and stern face.

Cute thought Morinth but moved her hands away from her skin and with a groan grabbed some moist towels. Meanwhile, Rila put on latex glows and poured some lotion on them.

The lying asari hissed when cool, dense liquid touched her skin, but as her sister's fingers were shifting her soft flesh and spreading lotion, a blissfulness began spreading through her body, almost prompting moans.

Little Rila knew what she was doing.

Without pausing younger asari spoke.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to be absent this afternoon, Falere too. I already got substitutes, so please don’t be difficult”

Morinth looked at her questioningly and grinned.

“You two got a double date” teased the doughty convalescent, her sister blushed, marginally, and shook her head.

“Of course not, but father requested our presence for a few hours” here the masseur pressed her lips into a thin line, hesitating.

“She didn’t say it, but… I think mother’s back”

Morinth did her best to hide the avalanche of emotions(homicidal rage, bloodlust, disappointment ext.), but she doubted her success.

What that hypocritical justicar was doing here?

***

Samara was panting, then screamed before falling back, down exhausted. Her strength, both physical and mental, was falling short, like never before. Not even during the deadly excursion against the collectors, which had pad pushed the justicar more than anything before.

The ancient asari could feel sweat dripping from her, her body ached in places and ways, she hadn’t thought possible before. Samara managed to somewhat calm her breath and opened her eyes.

She was greeted by the sight of her tormentor, leaning but mere inches from her face, with a wicked grin on her face.

“Ready for next round?” teased Shiava T’Serra, the mother superior of the ardat-yakshi monastery and Samaras bondmate before locking their lips. The justicar felt familiar fingers on her naked body and, despite even the abuse and multiple intercourses of the last hour(??), she couldn’t help but feel arousal.

That wasn’t quite the welcome the taller asari had been expecting. 

After partying ways with Normandy’s crew, the justicar made her way to the monastery. She took a rather… lengthy route, which had substantially stretched travel’s time.

Samara justified it as taking care of loose ends, but the justicar was enough of asari to admit that she was scared. There was no excuse to leave, for haste, she would have to face a lot.

Still, it wasn’t going as the asari had imagined.

When she had arrived, her bondmate greeted her and led her to a separate dining room, explaining that their daughters(three, all there…) were busy, but two young ones would meet with them in the late afternoon.

The meal was very large for two asari, Samara tried to moderate herself, especially after not too distant feat that had been founded by young T’Soni. However, both her love very presence and… encouragement had proven detrimental to this.

Shiava always knew how to make her drop guard

So once her outfit had felt far too tight, once again in such a short time, the shorter matriarch led her to her quarters. Samara knew them from her previous visit, it had been where she received a lengthy lecture and following that a passionate night.

However, what the justicar was experiencing now, was making her redefine the “passionate” part. Today her darling bondmate wanted payback from the centuries of separation and pent up… feelings(… and a few other things).

Even if it killed Samara, which seemed more likely with every second.

Goddess grant me strength

***

Hagalaz
The Shadow Broker’s ship

“Liara… what is it?” asked Tali, looking at the large table near the asari work station, that nearly bend under the food. She was there because the door for some reason the entry to her “office” had been closed, but the almost obscene amount of food had been too eye-catching. 

More suspicious was the fact all of those levo-based foods(mouth withering ones… ), so it could be for the asari, so that left…

Liara stopped typing and turned her head to the suitless quarian. Tali had gotten used to it, somewhat, but she still felt some sort of awe looking at the heavy, fleshy form the formerly slim archaeologist evolved into.

“Your breakfast obviously” informed the young matron casually and took a sip from a straw that lead to a large cup. Tali looked at her with eyes wide open, then at an almost breaking table(is that smeek? Mmm… ) and back at Liara.

“You’re kidding?” asked the quarian, sure nowadays she could eat quite a lot(more than several quarians normally) and the engineer was doing her best to ignore the sudden increase in saliva production, but…

“Hardly” replied the enormous asari putting back the cup. Tali had a hard time telling where snacks ended and equipment started.

“Despite our conversation several days ago, you hadn’t caught up to the scheduled diet. Although I admit you tried, I also noticed the decreased amount of sleep you’re getting. Therefore I decided you should take it easy for a few days, starting with a proper breakfast”

“…you’re criticizing my sleeping habits, miss not-workaholic-but-gets-by-four-hours-of-sleep?” asked the quarian and crossed her arms, her gaze was transmitting the condemnation for her lover's hypocrisy.

Liara’s expression didn’t change, worse she had the audacity to bite into a cookie and nod.

“You can’t make me” challenged the engineer, but Liara just swallowed the treat and smiled.

“Oh, you know I can… and I can shut down your access to all devices, save commercial omnitool. Same with your access to extranet” replied the Shadow broker earnestly.

Tali blinked, her mouth opened… then closed. Liara wouldn’t… she couldn’t…

The quarian slowly, very slowly made her way to the table. The mere thought of the highest sentence was pushing her towards the mountains of food. Tali sat sown on one of Liara’s custom-made chairs… which had worryingly less free space left under her rump than she had predicted.

She hesitated for a split second… and energetically dug in, her defiance fully forgotten. Truthfully Tali hadn’t been overly earnest in her earlier denial. It had been caused by obstruction of her workspace, not by the frankly staggering amount of food. The quarian had acted against herself, as every instinct had been urging her to consume.

Now, having “lost”, the engineer eagerly began shoving a mix of ground meat, pasta, cheese and gravy into her mouth. She had a small case of munchies after light(…by the ancestor it could be full dinner) breakfast.

They sat in silence, well relative silence. From the side of the subsequently cleared table were coming distinctive sounds of rapid eating, bordering on mindless stuffing. Meanwhile, Liara spoke occasionally, mercilessly relaying order, but the majority of what was heard, from the direction of seductive, blue mountain of flesh, were regular snacking and sounds of the console.

Tali had lost sense of time, something regular after months of Shepard’s and Lira’s particular brand of pampering, her sole focus on meals before her. One of the resident’s bots was dutifully taking care of empty dishes and maintaining moderate cleanliness.

Once the quarian has inhaled the equivalent of several meals, by the standards of modern members of her species, and her plush belly tightened and began pushing forward, she started, barely noticeably, to slow down.

The obsess asari noticed it, even though her gaze didn’t wander from the screens. One of them had a view of her underfed lover from several different angles. By now she was quite… hot under the collar, so to speak. Liara checked the hour and smiled, it was time for a second breakfast. She send disposition to two robots and returned her gaze to images of Tali and licked her strangely dry lips.

The engineer was unaware when an automaton brought a second, oversized chair or when an asari-oriented meal was placed on the table. Only when Liara approached, even supported by a robot her steeps had this unique sound, Tali broke out of the daze. Without pausing, she gave the wobbling asari a glare, but the doctor only smiled before setting down her rump, which resulted in a rather ominous sound from the piece of furniture.

Tali rolled her eyes and promptly refocused on the task at hand, namely a roasted piece of bovine dripping with grease. Liara followed the example, a small army of thessian fish swimming in spicy, sweet sauce began disappearing between inhumanly wide-opened jaws.

Now, all that was heard were the sound of cutting, chowing and swallowing, occasionally interrupted by a groan from one mountainous or second, infant gut. Despite constant snacking, Liara was eating like it was her first meal that day, but more on less calmly. Tali was still full of enthusiasm but was reaching her limits.

So once the information broker wiped her mouth and was about to start the second course when the quarian leaned back with a groan. She put her hand on her stomach and gently rubbed it, which released a small burp. The organ itself was strained, reached halfway through her lap and showed fresh stretchmarks.

The stuffed woman glanced at the inspecting her with satisfaction asari and weakly pointed at her.

“It’s...uuuurrrp… your fault” accused Tali, but her much wider companion only smiled. She closed her eyes and hung her head back. Perhaps the quarian shouldn’t have eaten that much… pppfff… right, as if she hadn’t been thinking the same after every meal in the last months 

On the edge of her awareness, Tali registered the noise of dragged chair and the slight sensation of a nearby biotic usage. She lifted her heavy eyelids and realized that Liara was now so close that her various soft bits were almost brushing her. Meanwhile, the asari in question was busy cutting a cake, a turian bastardization of a quarian recipe to be exact. 

“You know that it’s hard to get decent sweets fit for quarians and you barely touched any. It would be a shame if it went to waste” said the obese doctor with a sickeningly sweet smile as she put a large rectangle on a smaller platter.

The engineer bilked, dread setting inside her. Months of training(… and light, non-malicious conditioning and drugs) made sure Tali ate to point of bursting, it was simply her current norm. Now was no different, she couldn’t possibly…!

“Liara, you…mmmpppffffff”

It was truly perplexing, Liara’s arm was enclosed in a thick layer of supple blubber, yet somehow, in split second, the wide asari managed to cram the piece of cake into Tali’s open mouth, pushing the blue mountain of fat, that was her belly, into the purple woman.

The quarian thought she was going to choke, there was no chance of spitting out. A soft, blue, hand was covering her mouth, despite frantic attempts to pry it away. Tali felt some frosting and feeling escape, but it wasn’t enough to bring her respite. So she struggled, working her jaw and throat, small piece after piece, the lump in her mouth was shrinking. But then come the worst, Tali swallowed said lump, which painfully made her way to her cracking gut.

The engineer was panting, tired and in pain from her dangerously stuffed stomach, still she was free from the cake and Liara…

Tali looked up and with dread realized that the next piece was far too close to her and in asari’s hands. Now she didn’t waste time with refusal, smart choice, but once again Liara proved, once again, to be surprisingly quick. The cake stooped hallway, but the doctor was stubborn and slowly was pushing the pastry past her liver’s lips, smearing it in the process. The engineer tried to protect herself, but she was never a paragon of physical strength, her tormentor had an advantage in that regard, also a lot of weight to throw around.

The only upside was that the quarian hadn’t had to swallow as desperately as previously. Still, Tali had no choice but to swallow quickly as the obese asari was relentless. The entirety of assaulting cake finally slid to her stomach prompting another wave of discomfort. She was released allowing her to catch her breath.

Perhaps the genius technician would come up with an idea of how to deal with the situation. However, she wasn’t given the chance to.

The moment the stuffed breathing returned to some semblance of normalcy, Tali felt a soft hand on her shoulder, gently moving her upward and in the next second third piece of cake was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth.

The quarian fought, struggled a bit, but failed and another portion of delectable torture landed in her stomach.

And another a few minutes later. 

The cake was being forced into her with little time for anything, even breathing.

But after seemingly hours the entire cake was gone.

Tali was leaning back on the oversized chair, breathing heavily. Her face was covered in crumbs, jams and frosting, this mix was also present on her torso and hands, a side effect of her resistance.

For the first time in weeks when the most eye-catching about the quarian wasn’t her ever-expanding bottom, but her belly. Skin and blubber were tight around the now spherical gut, which looked and sounded ready to explode at any second now. Or at the very least tear apart judging by the thin, jarring lines of fresh stretchmarks.

Meanwhile, Liara, while having her hand covered in the sweet mix and being winded from her actions, was smiling, almost radiating with satisfaction as she watched her work.

“Now, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked the doctor as she was wiping her hands.

“F…fuck …you” wheezed Tali, it was she could do as she feared moving an inch that could result in any reaction from her throbbing stomach.

“ I think you should that it easy today, I have you moved o bedroom” replied the asari with a smile before, with visible effort, leaned towards the quarian and planted a hiss on purple, shiny with sweat, forehead. Then she returned to her meal like nothing happened.

As two bots simply picked up the chair with her on it, Tali remained quiet save for occasional grans and gurgles from her middle.

She was too tired to shout profanities at Liara, who was now chomping down food without a care in the world. Worse, the engineer could accidentally spill out about just how hot she found the entire thing.

Then again the obese doctor probably already knew it.

Shit

***

Citadel
Upper ward’s apartment complex

Khalisah al-Jilani heavily sat on her chair next to her desk after discarding her dress and putting on her bathrobe. It had been a hard day.

She activated the console and reached for the large box that was lying near. From it the journalist retrieved a daunted covered in thick frosting and chocolate flakes, then she crammed almost the entire thing into her mouth.

With one hand Khalisah began clicking on the console and reviewing that day’s interviews. Unfortunately, despite the effort she put into them they were mediocre at best.

“Politicians” grumbled al-Jilani in a voice than made it sound like a course and automatically reached for a second pastry. Shepard was being detained by the Alliance under charges of destroying a batarian colony word. Good riddance to slavers, but it showed the galaxy how much of a poor spectre was Shepard.

Those several commentaries and articles she had made at first were brilliant. But she made no headway in getting anything out of Anderson or his lackey Udina, all she had gotten was official formula. And rest of her less critical interviews were no better.

“Damn…*umn*… xenos” commented Khalisah then paused when all her sugar-covered hand reached was frosting. She looked and indeed the box was empty. The journalist threw the container near the bin, where it joined its brethren. A quick trip to the kitchen provided her with an identical, full box and jug of milk. During the entire time, a strange, wobbling sensation accompanied her

She tore the container open and stuffed the donut into her mouth then washed it down with white liquid.

“urp... ignorants all of them. And that volus…pfff... calling me pregnant. He needs to have his eyes checked” murmured the woman before focusing on the console.

So she may have put on a few pounds, considering her line of al-Jilani had to unwind. Now all she had to do is spin the interview to showcase his disregard for humanity.

Khalisah wasn’t strictly incorrect, her body betrayed signs of softening, noticeable only after a second or two… save for her stomach, which looked as if she had a thick pillow sawn under her skin. Now her stomach was reaching far further than her quite decent breast. Her siders, already turning into love handles, were smaller just by a margin. There was no dress in the journalist closet that would hide the total loss of her formerly narrow waist or its jiggle. Those that managed to stretch that fat for her to put, that is.

But what can you do?

The stress of her job was getting to the poor woman. How else was to explain her carving for sugar and fats as well as an increase in servings?

***

Illium, Nos Astra
T’Soni company’s housing block

Jennifer groaned with a shred of relief as she finished creaming her belly. She still felt like it would burst at any second, but the relief was setting in. The young human looked around, she wasn’t the only one who chose to rest in the livingroom instead of partaking in the torturous trek to their rooms. In fact, everybody was there.

On the second couch was laying Samantha, her roommate and in many respects her opposite – tall, fair-skinned and with blonde long blonde hair. She was also, with was quite surprising, fit with a layer of lean muscles(at least when they das first meet). Good roommate though, even if sometimes a bit cold. 

On the same couch was just enough space for Kal'ra, the third asari in the apartment, to half-lay/half-sit. Her skin had an unusual, dark purple hue and her face was free of any marks. Beyond that, her height and stature were quite average for asari. Her character was a pleasant contrast to the other two long-lived humanoids, she was a calm, reasonable computer nerd.

The always snarky Nyssa was half-sitting/lying on an armchair, whispering profanities and groaning. 

The most original was Limena, who according to her typical dramatics, had chosen to lay on a fluffy carpet.

“Piece of cake” said cheerful asari with a pained voice.

“Fuck. You” replied Nyssa the remainder of her words back during the first day.

Indeed, their “job” had proved to be much more demanding than any of them had anticipated. 

On the first day, after physical exams, their duties had been explained to them, which prompted a bit of protest from some of them, and outright denial and shouts from Nyssa. Namely, all of them had to follow a strict diet… or perhaps it wasn’t the best word. They had very few limitations on what they could eat, but there was an unmoving, not negotiable and frankly ridiculous minimal quota of calories they had to consume daily.

After their reaction the cold, very business-like, asari had, in detail, reminded them about of consequences of breaching the contract at this stage. She also added off-handily that they were authorized to use medical staff to help them with it. This entire lecture shut even Nyssa up. 

Which leads them to the situation at hand, the dinner’s aftermath. When their stomachs were looking like balloons, but filled with caloric bombs instead of air.

After all, they had to reach the weight of 280 pounds as fast as possible.

Still, it wasn’t’ as bad as the first day. Back then most of them weren’t able to meet quota on their own. Cue “nurses”… which wasn’t as bad as they thought, even if very awkward.

The asaris(only asari, that was a bit strange) had been massaging their bellies with salves, sometimes calmly, if firmly, feeding them by hand. They were also fairly patient, they had managed to deal with Nyssa’s tantrums.

Things changed noted Jennifer as she observed Kal'ra carefully putting lotion on her purple belly. Nowadays all of them were managing to stuff themselves with no assistance, at least for now. 

Jennifer had to admit that this “regimen” was working. Her favourite trousers barely fit now, and similar troubles were shared by her housemates. Besides the changes were becoming more and more visible, the darkened woman had always been “soft”, but this adjective now applied to all residents. Same with muffin tops and varied expansion of curves.

And this was only beginning.

However, as unreal and as uncomfortable as it could be, most times Jennifer felt fairly satisfied with her new job. As strange as it was to be intentionally gaining weight.

She smiled weakly as she turned her gaze to the brown orb. All of this wasn’t so bad.

Not bad at all.

***

Tali looked around in surprise as she stepped from the lift. Why had she come to quarter’s deck in the first place?

She was looking for somebody… yes. Shepard probably.

The quarian began walking towards the captain's quarters… she felt strange. Her steps were far too short and why did the floor seem to be a bit spongy. Also, something seemed to occasionally touch her hip, Tali would need to examine her suit for any loose parts.

Why couldn’t she move her arms downwards?

The engineer walked a bit unsettled by the complete lack of crew, then in, the well-polished metal of the wall, she caught her reflection.

“That’s impossible,” said Tali quietly as she took notice of her appearance.

She was enormous, gigantic. It was hard to describe let alone wrap her head around just how fat she was.

Her hips were almost wider than elcor was long. It was no wonder the quarain couldn’t lower her, far too thick, arms down. There was simply no space for them. Her legs were as wide as krogan and seemed to have rolls of their own. Her calves were so fat, that they had split open her “boots” and there were no visible signs that her legs were curved. Tali’s gut was comparatively small but still large, swollen with lard, even her helmet was larger as if having to accommodate something.

By ancestors… that can’t…

Tali moved her head to catch glimpse of her back. When she did, the quarian couldn’t believe what she saw.

How am I walking?… No! How am I even standing?!

Her posterior was proportionally large to her hips. That’s being impossibly enormous, fleshy, sloped plain that double her body’s width. It was not possible for a quarian that heavy to walk, and even then such an uneven mass centre would surely make her fall.

Tali was all but hyperventilating, even if her suit insisted everything was fine. 

Shepard… yes. The engineer had come here to find the commander, she surely would find answers to all of … this.

Ignoring the logical part of her brain, the obese woman tried to walk, or rather waddle. Somehow Tali succeeded, but realized that she had been standing in a rather sizable dent, which should be impossible. Once managed to move a bit she couldn’t help but turn to investigate.

Never before, had the quarian suspected that simply rotating could be such a hassle, but everything swayed, jiggled not to mention the sheer effort necessary to move all this blubber… However once the surprisingly mobile woman could see from she had come from, Tali could help but feel terror.

There was a trial of dents with the biggest one being where she had stood when examining herself. Realization dawned on Tali.

The floor… is giving way… under me…

With her mind in complete turmoil, the quarian turned around and started making her way to the captain's quarters. 

“Shepard!” shouted Tali, she tried to run, but it was impossible. She became painfully aware of the soft thuds and sound of strained metal that accompanied her every step. Almost every swing of her unnaturally wide hips was accompanied by them bumping into a wall. It would seem her suit had no loose parts after all.

It seemed like hours before the bootylicious engineer managed to reach halfway through the mess hall, but then the door she had been aiming at opened. Through them stepped her saviour, the pale amazon in her casual outfit. However, she didn’t seem to notice the blob of flesh sealed within the purple suit.

“Keelah! I’m becoming a structural labiality to the ship, Shepard!” shouted the quarian again and succeeded and drawing the commander’s attention.

The spectre looked at her, inspecting her from her far too thick toes to the helmet and smiled.

“I see. Good job, even if you have some catching up to Liara” replied Shepard with satisfaction, momentary glancing to the medical bay.

Tali stopped abruptly, unable to compute the beautiful human’s words. Unconsciously, she turned around to look where the spectre had pointed. 

The quarian hadn’t noticed it earlier but the door to the medical bay was wide open and there was some… blue… strangely familiar…mass pouring out of them.

Wha... It.. No?! Tali’s mind was blank, the sheer shock of what she had heard and seen, was being too much.

“Here…” a familiar voice purred next to her. Shepard was next to her with a pale hand reaching for her mask. Before the engineer could protest the cover was removed.

“Now say aaahhh” prompted the commander as she was moving a fistful of smeek towards her uncovered face.

Tali wanted to say something, protest, but then she realized she couldn’t speak. Soon the quarian realized she couldn’t breathe either. 

The engineer was trying to move, to scream, to desperately gasp for air. 

The portion of her native cuisine was about to be shoved into her mouth and the…

….

…she woke up.

Tali felt like something both heavy and soft was being lifted from her face and soon wisp of air entered her lungs.

It took her several long seconds before the quarian managed to gain some sort of coherence. First, she noticed that for some reason, her limbs were indeed largely immobilised. 

Second, the engineer was soaked and not only with sweat… well it was a quite stimulating dream.

Then she moved her head around and next to her face Tali noticed a familiar, supple, sprinkled with cellulite orb as well as equally meaty leg attached to it. She looked up and ignored her even fatter upper body, instead focusing on a chubby face.

A familiar, blushing face.

“You sat on me” accused the quarian, but felt her face heat up as well. 

“Are you complaining?” replied the asari with a composed voice but still purple tint. Tali remembered the deceptively tender flesh that mercilessly pinned her to the bed almost suffocating her and found her throat suddenly dry.

“Ahem… I suppose I can forgive you… but what about it?” asked the engineer and tried to lift her arm only to receive well-padded, but unyielding restrains.

“Well… you did promise to make up your creative frenzy” explained the obese doctor with a soft smile.

Tali pressed her lips into a thin line. A few days ago she had a creative phase, the quarian had spent several hours mankind schematic of upgrades for ships in Liara’s employ. The growing woman was so entranced she may have skipped a bit of food and breaks. Afterwards, Tali promised the enormous asari she would make up for it. Even though it was hypocrisy, Liara allowed herself even less rest, even if she never skipped food.

“And me being strapped to the bed is part is that?” further prompted Tali.

“Of course. You see I decided to take things easy today and make sure you’re properly taken care of. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak” explained Liara now completely in control of herself.

I would call it that though immobilized female having a sneaking suspicion of what her lover intended.

“No need to worry, I’m confident you’ll be satisfied” said the bountiful asari, then she moved a little a leaned down, kissing her “captive”. Tali closed her eyes, Liara had practice and the supple breast and belly that were pressing down on her weren’t bad either.

Once they parted both were quite breathless… and the obese doctor took that opportunity to put some item in the quarian mouth. 

“Please, don’t struggle. I think both of us will benefit if I set it right the first time” informed Liara as she worked on the device. Tali tried to split it out but to no avail. Whatever it was it was keeping her mouth open and tongue in place. 

The enormous asari made a motion with her hand and the engineer saw a medical bot approach from the opposite direction. It had a familiar tube, with some grey liquid inside. 

Liara took it and put it through a contraption that held her jaw in place, then into her throat. Tali's gag instinct activated, but she ignored it easy enough, after all, practice makes perfect.

“I know it’s far from the ideal, but it’s the most efficient way to make up for your overextension” said the information in so slightly apologetic tone, just before the pump began working, forcing the grey substance into quarian’s sizable belly. 

The engineer would, again, argue with the accuracy of this statement, but given what was currently being pumped into her…

The ability to chew and easily eat solid food was one of the many luxuries Tali truly loved, even eating nutrient paste without the help of a str- induction port was a pleasant change of pace. The overweight quarian was familiar with the grey mixture, she had tasted it only once. Even after being spoiled by her lovers, the bottom-heavy woman could attest that its texture and taste were more repugnant than even the worst nutrient pastes.

On the other hand… the caloric density was unmatched even compared to best turian MREs and despite that, it was surprisingly easy to digest.

No wonder Liara decided to use it though Tali as she glanced to the side. The heavier than krogan asari had relocated and…

There was a table, a mobile console on it as well as an assortment of cuisine fit for consumption by Thessia’s sapient species.

“I hope you don’t me joining you for breakfast?” asked Liara calmly as she began cutting something on the platter, though the doctor wasn’t moving her gaze from her lover for more than a second.

The immobilized woman managed to release some unintelligible affirmative sound, but her mind was going blank.

Liara was going to be here… watching me being stuffed with fattening slop.. ha… that’s fine…haha… that’s perfectly fine… Keelah

Even as she tried to convince herself of… well… that the current situation was completely platonic, Tali could already feel a familiar feeling in her loins. And the damn pup hadn’t even begun to fill her stomach!

Meanwhile, Liara bit into a succulent piece of meat, still her attention firmly on Tali, occasionally on the console’s display. Now, things in both her medical facility and model program were going along well. The collaboration between Nyxeris and Miss Chamber seemed to be going smoothly and they were about to start on the first subject. 

Oh! A report about the newest prothean digs.

Yes, perhaps she wasn’t quite resting like Tali or Shepard would like(hypocrites both of them), but ultimately was observing the subjects of her personal interest. Admittedly they had shifted substantially during last year. 

Liara glanced at her lover, the quarian squirmed ever so slightly as a fattening concoction was feeling her soft gut. The doctor had been enough times in her head(so to speak) to know that the spunky engineer was finding her situation far, far more agreeable than anybody would suspect. Liara did as well.

The T’Soni heiress turned her gaze downward, there where she found large, inflated breasts and the ever more noticeable mountain of blubber that was her own belly. It was heavy, its unmistakable softness was ever-present on her equally fat thighs. The asari slowly rubbed her always hungry tummy, then squeezed it and observed as bulges of blue fat formed between her chubby finger. She bit her lip.

Liara hadn’t expected this… all of this once she realized what Nyxeris was doing. She hadn’t anticipated Shepard's reaction or even her own for that matter. Neither was Tali’s current situation any part of her predictions.

Their situation wasn’t perfect, but the young matron was never so happy to be so wrong.

All they had to do now is to deal with the Reapers.