Mass Effect: Gaining for Affection

Tags: Weight Gain, Stuffing

Time for our next scheduled story release! Liara, Ashley, and Tali are all gaining to win the heart of Commander Shepard. Hope you all enjoy! Special story, unrelated to this one, to be released for the $5 patrons later today!

--- Assembling the Players ---

Ashley Williams walked into the Normandy’s mess area, tray of food in her hands. The tray rested on her stomach, which had begun to press noticeably into her suit. The form fitting jumpsuits which defined fashion across the galaxy were already confining enough, but the addition of 40 pounds had made Ashley’s nearly unwearable. The not-so stretchy fabric bit into her love handles and hugged her breasts tightly. It would have been unseemly for a soldier, but regulations aboard the Normandy had gotten looser. As a spectre, Commander Shepard was free to loosen regulations as he saw fit. This happily coincided with his taste in women. As much as Ashely felt the grip of the suit, she felt the ghost grip of the Commander’s hand from the night before more. Yet, all was not well for Ashley. As she surveyed the cafeteria she spotted a would be usurper to her claim over the Commander's heart. 

“I see you’re eating more.” Ashley said as she slid onto the bench opposite Liara T’Soni. The blue alien was shoveling her meal down, her double chin bouncing seconds after her jaw moved. Though she was thinner than Ashely, Liara was noticeably chubby. Ashley had passed 200 pounds and Liara seemed to be closer to 180. Her plump, blue buttocks spread across the bench. “Any particular reason why?” Ashley whispered dangerously, her breasts gracing the table as she leaned towards her rival. 

“Mmmghp. . .I assure you. . .mmmghph. . .Miss Williams,” Liara was polite and diplomatic, though the continued eating was undoubtedly a pointed message. As sweet as she was, the asari was not going to be pushed away from Shepard by a loudmouthed, humanist contender. “It is simply. . .mmmpghp. . . a bit of. . .mmmgghph. . .comfort weight.” Liara was the food down with a nutrient shake whose calories had been calculated for a krogan. Liara had felt the tender love and strong hands of the commander and she was not about to give them up. They had spent several hours together in bed that morning. Liara had been fed cake by Shepard’s hand with kisses on her neck between morsels of food. The experience had been enrapturingly pleasurable, so much so that Liara was tempted to say she was addicted. “I would not be worried.”

“Fah. Worried.” Ashley rattled her tray. She slid towards the end of the table, making sure that Liara saw every bounce and jiggle across her body. “I’m only worried that big ass of yours is going to take a shot to the rear.” Liara being too fat to fit into cover would be the only positive of her weight gain. Though, Ashley was forced to admit, she would face the same concerns. And, assuming she was to become the woman Shepard desired the most, she would see even more danger. 

“I might even be counting on it.” Liara dared to make the sexual innuendo. Her mind and Ashley’s imagined Shepard embracing Liara from behind in a shared bedroom. The thought was so enraging that Ashely decided to take her lunch in her own quarters. The human woman stood, buttcheeks jiggling, and stomped out of the mess hall. In her fury, Ashley did not notice the quarian woman sitting in the corner of the room, chugging down a gallon’s worth of nutrient paste. There were far more players in the game of Shepard’s affections than Ashely could guess. 

--- The Games Begin ---

“Shepard. . .mmmgghph. . .shouldn’t you tell them. . .” Tali said just before Shepard fitted the feeding tube into place. With help from the finest kink engineers on The Citadel, Shepard had been able to create a feeding apparatus that was functional and sterile enough for Quarians. Both Shepard and Tali felt a thrill of excitement as Shepard fitted the mouthpiece into the lavender skinned woman’s helmet. She moaned a little, the sound playing with a bit of radio static. Tali was on all fours on the bed, her belly touching the mattress. Though Liara and Ashley were most obvious in vying for the commander’s affections, they were far from the only ones. The young Quarian engineer had been quick to pile on weight. Now, with the feeding tube, she could grow at an even faster rate. “Turn it on, Shepard.” Tali whispered through her helmet, voice crackling with static again. 

“As you wish.” Shepard was calm and collected as he turned the machine on. There was a slight hum as the engine turned on. Tali sighed and gyrated her hips. Her large butt clapped and bounced, hugged tightly by her environment suit. Her race was married to their suits and sterile environment as a result of a 300 year exile from their home planet. That endless trek had seen them lose much of their natural resistance to disease, needing to take special precautions. Tali had only felt her suit more intimately, in every sense of the word, as she had gained weight. The fatter she became, the more her suit pressed into the burgeoning folds. A rip or malfunction could be disastrous for her. That only made the gaining more fun.

“Mmmgghph. . .isscch. . .mmmgghph. . .working well. . .” Tali slurped down the nutrient paste as it poured through the intake in her helmet. The speakers on her mask picked up even the smallest hint of noise, broadcasting every nuanced detail of her slurping. As she fed, Tali gyrated and thrust her hips, showing off her fat body. 280 pounds were made to look even bigger by the outlining of her skintight suit. The purple latex and fabric dipped in and out of her rolls. Shepard imagined the sweat pooling underneath as Tali worked her body. A thick stomach dragged along the bed, just as two large buttcheeks jiggled in the air. “. . .schooo. . .mmmgghph. . .filling!” Tali moaned, fluid bubbling around her visor. Air, fluid, and her chubby face all shared space together. It was only her continual slurping that would keep her from drowning in the fattening goop. “Shepard. . .I want to get. . .mmmgghph. . .schooo muscch bigger.” She moaned. 

“That can easily be arranged.” Shepard cupped one of Tali’s dangling breasts with his other hand sinking into her thick stomach. Tali sucked down the nutrient paste with even more gusto as Shepard’s hands squeezed her sensitive fat. She wanted him to feel the jiggles she had worked so hard to create. Each wave of fat that lapped at his hands was a promise of further things to come. With this new creation, Tali could now compete with Ashley and Liara, both of whom had grown far fatter than she had. 

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“BLLLLLEEERRRUUUP! Ooooh. . .I can’t believe. . .BBBBBBOOOORRRUUP. . .I’m doing. . .thissch.” Liara had always tried to maintain dignity. Whilst so many other Asari became strippers or mercenaries, she worked as a researcher. She had tried to avoid the pitfalls that other Asari fell into during their youth. It seemed, however, that the bell had finally tolled for her and she was about to make her own mistakes. The researcher was stretched out over a wide chair in her quarters, naked and covered in food stains. Her voice was husky and clotted from all the indulgent, greasy food she had shoved into her mouth. Her breasts, engorged and sensitive, splayed out across a wide, blue belly. One hand scooped up another serving of some sort of cake or pie, whilst the other fingered her deep navel. Her stomach slopped over wide thighs. Liara seemed the picture of hoggish and even self-destructive greed. Her youthful, slim, athletic body having been degraded into one more suited for cycles of reckless indulgence. 

She plunged another hand into the container, not bothering to use any utensils. Cream and sugar dripped over her folds, dribbling into secret pockets of flab. Liara leaned back, stretching her naked body in an attempt to alleviate the pressure in her gut. Her breasts sloshed about, fat pillows atop an even more swollen mass. The chair, built to hold krogans, groaned under her weight. Achieving no relief, Liara instead doubled down on her rapacious eating. She threw food into her mouth, hardly knowing what a particular dish was. She just wanted to eat, damn the consequences and damn whatever was being pushed into her gullet. Her other hand pinched and jiggled her breasts, keeping a sense of eroticism to the meal. Even if Shepard wasn’t there to bring his usual brand of lust, Liara wanted to keep the spirit alive. 

“Ooooouugggh. . .need. . .more!” The blue woman moaned as if the words alone could stretch her stomach. She got only a gurgle in response. There was no magical realignment of her biology nor expansion of her stomach. She would have to make changes the old fashioned way, by forcing her stomach past its natural limits. “Mmmgghph. . .heeerrrluuurruup. . .” She belched, flecks of spittle and food flying from her lips. Liara wasted no time in chugging down yet more nutrient paste, it being the only thing that seemed to go down easily. She had eaten food until her jaw could no longer chew, now she would slurp down paste until her body rejected that. Whatever she could do to put food into her gut was enough. Liara would find a way, taking inspiration from Shepard’s own unique brand of leadership. She hoped he would be impressed by the comparison, if not by the size of her ass alone. 

--- Calling For a Timeout ---

“Shepard. . .mmmgghph. . .it’s not. . .uummghph. . .fair!” Ashley moaned as an alien fruit was shoved into her mouth. She munched on the juicy morsel, feeling the calories popping in her mouth. Though her distaste for xenos and other members of the Milkyway galaxy had not waned, she had at least learned to borrow the parts of their cultures advantageous to her. This fruit packed twice the calories of a burger or any fast food item from Earth. It was so sweet that it almost burnt her taste buds, overloading them with sensation. She could almost feel the weight rushing onto her body as she ate the strange food. 500 pounds of former soldier rolled on the bed, trying to find moments in between the feeding to address her commander. “I’m. . .BBBBOLLOORRUP. . .the one who. . .mmmghph. . .descherves thiscch!” Though she tried to sound commanding, Ashley came off as petulant and spoiled. 

“I know exactly what you deserve.” Shepard said with a tricky smile. He palmed another fruit and put it into his lover’s mouth. She gasped as her mouth was reacquainted with the tantalizing fruit. Her back arched as much as it was able, driving her puffy shoulders down into the bed. Her wide, sagging stomach sloshed back and forth as she gulped down the fruit. Shepard moved his hands away from Ashley’s face, instead concentrating on her middle. The commander’s hands plunged into the soft morass, seeking the tight core of her stuffed gut. Ashley continued eating without Shepard’s assistance, devouring the fruit without her hands. Gravity was her only help in eating and she had to work to keep the shrinking morsel upon her lips. Juice squirted with each bite, splashing on her chins and puffy cheeks. A feeding like this was the only sort of activity she was likely to get, having become too fat for active duty. Her arms, now big enough to be used as small pillows on a bed, tried to push against the bed to provide any sort of stability. 

“Ummmgghph!” Ashley still wanted to voice her complaints. “No. . .uummppgh. . .listen!” She gulped down the final core of the strange fruit, ready to make her case to Shepard. She was only rewarded with more food. Shepard grabbed the basket, pouring the many fattening treats around her head. He tossed a couple between her breasts. The choice was clear: Ashley could lodge her complaint or she could keep on working. For perhaps the first time in her life, she decided to leave something unvoiced. Driven by a hunger for food and size that outmatched even her hunger to be with Shepard, she continued to eat. She used her hands sparingly, only enough to get the fruit to her lips. She was having too much fun being Shepard’s hog to worry about eating politely. 

--- Tight Hallways ---

Liara blushed as she watched Tali approach. The quarian waddled down the ever shrinking hallways of the Normandy. Each step was laborious and slow to start but ending quickly. Tali put more effort into lifting one of her legs than most people put into a light jog. It took everything that she could to keep her momentum up. The quarian was twice the width of a Krogan now, her asscheeks coming ever closer to brushing against even the most spacious of the Normandy’s hallways. There were telltale patches of wetness on Tali’s suit, showing where she had either spilled nutrient paste or where sweat had been absorbed. No matter how much her suit was upgraded, it was never enough to match the relentless growth of her fat. Liara could hear the heavy panting coming from the purple skinned woman’s helmet. She tried to avert her eyes out of politeness, knowing her own body was in a similar state of obesity. 

Within the vastness of space the collision of planets was rare but a destructively beautiful sight. Tali and Liara’s bodies colliding mimicked the idea of planets colliding. Though Liara was respectful and tried to give space to the engineer, the collision was inevitable. With their weights hurtling past 600, both women had little choice. Both had places to go and the cramped hallway was the only means of progress for them. Liara waddled forward, gripping and shoving her fat away from the quarian. Tali tried to shift her hips to the side. Though both women tried their best to avoid contact, it came all the same. 

“Ah!” Liara let out a little squeak of pleasure, unable to keep herself from enjoying the scenario. She could not deny her rapturous love of fat and heaviness it brought. Her vast stomach and breasts swirled around Tali’s own purple pudge. Liara tried to break to the right, but the push and pull of the quarian’s hips kept her from moving. “I’m. . .so. . .aaah. . .sorry. . .Tali!” Liara was not sure if she was apologizing for the undulations of her fat or for enjoying them. Waves of fat from either woman emanated from the points of contact, ensuring that their bodies would both be a symphony of jiggles. Liara bit her lip, slowly rolling her way around one of Tali’s hips. They would squeeze past each other butt to butt, their massive sacks of blubber bouncing and clapping in unison. Liara gasped again as she felt her suit wedging further between her cavernous buttcheeks. She fought hard to keep her bulk moving, though she was tempted to dance a little. 

“It. . .uuugggh. . .iscch all. . .my. . .fault.” Tali’s voice crackled over the speaker on her helmet. Her voice was slightly deeper and the press of her cheeks against her helmet created a lisp. Tali had grown well used to popping out of suits, but she was on the doorstep of needing a new helmet. Her face had grown fat and puffy, cheeks crawling encroaching on her visor. A fourth of Tali’s vision had become jiggling purple cheeks. The jiggles matched the movement of her elephantine hips. Tali squeezed her butt, Liara’s cheeks taking any free space. Tali shivered, having never felt another fat person so intimately. Every jiggle and move she made was matched by one of Liara’s own. Their cheeks slipped around each other in a pleasingly invasive way, aided by the soft rubber of their suits. “I should. . .have. . .waited.” Tali mumbled the thought, trying to make the experience less awkward. 

“Just the. . .ooohh. . .aaah. . .struggles of. . .being. . .fa-. . .big!” Liara spoke the words sensually, pleasure radiating between her thighs and deep within her chest. It was wonderful, feeling the heaviness and power within their bodies. Their already sumptous curves had been expanded many times over, becoming edifices to lust and greed. Liara was armed with the anthropologic knowledge that many primitive cultures revered fat women, believing them to be more fertile. She wondered if the quarians had been one of those species. Further, she wondered if they might become that again. A life aboard a ship seemed to more readily lead to excessive weight gain than any other. She wondered how it might look when Tali inevitably returned to her people. Further, Liara wondered if she might be a part of that voyage back. 

“Yesss. . .” Tali whispered the answer, lost in her own musings. There seemed to be no end to the jiggles and wobbles. Though she had been moving as much as her body would allow, she and Liara were as entangled as they had been when they started. It was hypnotic, the play of their folds upon one another. It seemed as though Liara’s ass was embracing her own monstrous butt. Tali wondered how it might have felt if they had passed belly to belly, their breasts meeting whenever one of them leaned too far forward. Tali felt as though she was trapped between two oceans, though one of them happened to be her own body. She was thankful for the darkness of her visor which prevented Liara from seeing her lick her cheeks in ecstasy. It was good to be fat. 

Eventually, after much struggle, both women were able to move past each other. They were allowed to waddle away toward their destinations. Neither could forget the sensation of passing so close together. For those long, sensual seconds they had been one. Their bloated, jiggling bodies had been united. Their suits had tightened and bunched, pushed into unforgiving wedgies by the sheer amount of mass being thrown around.  As much as they wanted more food, they also wanted more of each other.   

--- Final Decision ---

“Shepard!” Three tired and heavy voices cried out in unison. The commander was in his private quarters, working on a report to send back to The Citadel. He continued typing even as the door slid open and the trio of women he had been courting began to force their way inside. Shepard had time to spare, knowing it would take time for Liara, Ashley, and Tali to force their humongous forms through the cramped doors. Better still, they would be much more docile after they spent their energy trying to get into the secluded office. He looked up from his work, fingers still typing on the keyboard, to see the interplay of three women’s vast accumulations of fat wedged in the door. 

Blue, purple, and tan fat shoved through the door in changing quantities as the ladies fought with each other to enter. Arms as big as sofa cushions pushed against breasts that could fill chairs on their own. If not for Shepard stealthily changing the gravity aboard the Normandy, the trio would have long been bed bound. Their ever-growing bodies had reached 800 pounds, each over by a marginal amount. Something about that milestone had changed the ladies. They were less interested in playing love games, instead looking for Shepard to finally commit. They had put in the work of ballooning up, thus it was his turn to commit. Thoughts of spending hours sprawled in his bed, being fed by his strong hand spurred them on. They would not rest until he made a decision. 

WHUMPH! The office shook as Ashley was finally pushed through. Her raw determination saw her managing to shove the other semi-mobile blobs out of the way. Her fat broke clear of the door, though she did not have the strength to stay standing. Rather, she ended splayed out upon the carpet. Her vast gut spread across the carpet, forming around her arms and legs as they tried to push her back up again. Though the force of gravity had been lessened, there was little hope of the former soldier standing on her own again. She wobbled upon her belly, flailing her tubular arms and legs. Her suit had been ripped in a hundred places, allowing yet more fat to escape. Her face was buried between humongous breasts, fit to be used as buoys. Ashley spluttered in anger, trying to lift her round face out of her breasts enough to speak. However, just as she was about to, her voice was cut off as one of her competitors landed on her. 

“Oh!” Tali gasped as her own voluminous stomach splashed down upon the planetoid that was Ashley. Luck more than engineering skill held her own suit together. Waves of purple undulated as she bounced and rolled atop the other woman’s large butt and flabby back. “I’m. . .schoo. . .oooh. . .schorrry. . .Assschley.” Tali’s words oozed out of her helmet’s speaker, the unrelenting pleasure behind them plain for all to see. More than just wanting to see Shepard because of the contest, Tali had come because she had known there would be yet more fat to interact with. Her encounter with Liara had made her increasingly desperate. Though denied the joys of skin to skin contact, she could enjoy the transference of ripples between one massive body and another. “Uhm. . .aaah. . .Shepard. . .we’d. . .” Tali’s thought was cut off as she fell prey to her own lusts. Her attempt to get off of Ashley looked more like an extended hug. 

“Shepard. . .BBBBLOOOOOORRRUP. . .we. . .mmmghph. . .need an. . .answer.” Liara forced her way through, one arm wrapped around a kettle of some sort of food. She took deep spoonfuls of the fattening mash and shoved it into her mouth. Liara and food were insepprable now. She could not go anywhere without something to munch on, preferably something that would push her beyond the other two women in weight. Liara side stepped her competitors, waddling into the room as best she could. Her stomach drained towards the floor, covered only by the loosest fabric she could find. Her face was smeared with a hundred different meals, all of which had taken place that day. Liara walked until she had made it past Tali and Ashley. She plopped backward, using the pair as her own couch. Tali made a noise of erotic excitement and Ashley screamed into her breasts. 

Shepard jumped as Liara landed, the shockwave traveling through the little office. The reduced gravity allowed him to turn the jump into a smooth standing motion. The chair pushed back easily and he walked over to his trio of lovers. Ashley, ever needy and ready for love, struggled under Liara and Tali’s blubber. Tali moaned and squeezed whatever was in reach, her hands seeking out sumptuous fat around her. Liara ate, rocking upon the two oceans of fat; her own working to keep them pinned. Shepard approached the absurd scene knowing that he could not possibly make a choice. Each of the ladies were wonderful in their own way. They had gone to extremes to please him, how could he turn any of them down. In perhaps his grandest display of renegade behavior, Shepard tried to find a solution for everyone. 

“What if I didn’t?” Shepard asked as he greeted each of the girls. He pinched a bit of neck fat just under Tali’s helmet, she licked the visor in return. After, he kissed Ashley. She grumbled and fumed, but was now too tired to complain. He finished by standing up and giving Liara a lasting kiss. She embraced him, her lips giving the memory of all the previously eaten meals that day. His arms stretched as far around her stomach as they could, hardly able to cover a third of its total circumference. Liara leaned into the embrace, her stomach falling onto Tali and Ashley’s heads. When she finally broke the kiss off, her cheeks had turned a darker indigo. 

“Think you. . .can manage. . .all of us. . .at the same. . .time?” Liara wheezed, trying to hold onto the bucket of food slop and spoon. She felt weak and excited, as thrilled to be with Shepard as she was to, hopefully, be with the other women. She looked down, letting the other two have the chance to speak their peace. Tali was lost in ecstasy and Ashley was succumbing to lethargy. With no opposition spoken, Liara looked back to shepard. “I think. . .we could. . .manage.” Though none of them could share a meal, the nearly immobilized trio might be able to share one man.