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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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