"You're going to do what!!!????" Liara's soft voice demanded, drawing a few stares around the crowded restaurant.
"Why not buy a billboard and advertise it?" the cerberus spy snorted, rolling a blue pair of eyes.
Liara felt like she was going insane. Here she was, in a crowded Illium restaurant, feeling like an errant breath could pop her dress and across from a strangely perfect human woman, and talking about...
"You're talking about bringing Shepard back from the dead? As what, some sort of cerberus zombie?" Liara hissed in anger, leaning forwards despite a creak from her belt, "You're nuts! I recovered his body to stop the collectors getting him, I thought you were trying to get information on the collectors from his brain not...necromancy!"
"Please," Miranda smiled, leaning back and crossing her legs, "its not magic, just cutting edge science. And I could use your help, what else are you going to do?"
Lose twenty pounds was Liara's mental answer. The young archaeologist had been thrown into a loop following the death of first, her smothering matriarch mother turned insane reaper cultist and then her heroic girlfriend Jane. Shepard had seemed larger than life, but that well muscled redhead had asphyxiated and died when the Normandy had gone down. In response then, Liara had become a bit of a shut in, the amount of money she'd inherited from her mother paralyzing her. And with nothing to do but feeling down in the dumps with well earned depression, Liara had...fed, for the only thing that made her forget her grief was eating.
Fast food and take out bags had filled up her rented apartments, while the Asari maiden had started packing on pounds. She was still within acceptable standards for her all female race, but only just. Liara's merely modest bosom had popped up two cupsizes and her flat waist was thickening into a starter belly, while her jawline had softened up. She'd had to squeeze herself into this green dress for the meeting, being told to dress formally, and its seams were giving odd groans. The gain shamed and embarassed Liara, she'd been a spoiled girl and as a consequence grown obese in her youth, needing a decade of fat camps to get into a shape her mother would accept. This relapse made her feel like a pig, especially in comparison to her seat mate.
In comparison, this cerberus agent Miranda was beyond perfect. Taller than her, with long, slender legs that were shown off by her tiny cocktail dress. Her waistline was small enough to put her hands around and her breasts seemed bigger than Liara's head. She felt jealous to see her...and strangely turned on...
"Well, are you in or out? Your expertise with prothean artifacts could be useful, if not necessary...," Miranda said coyly.
"I'm in, I'll do anything to get Jane back," the Asari sighed.
"Good, we'll go directly to our base after you eat," the leggy scientist smiled.
Before Liara could object, a robot bearing a heavy tray of simmering meats, soups and pastas arrived. The food was luxurious, some of the finest on the Asari colony world, and made Liara's mouth water. However, she noticed that all of them were arrayed around her and none around Miranda.
"I ate before I came, Asari food is an acquired taste, however you should eat up," Miranda told her, "it would look odd if we left without eating..."
"I...um...I was going to start a diet but...why not...," Liara whispered, starting to dig in.
Miranda watched coyly, smiling deeper and deeper as Liara decimated the dishes before her. After a few moments the Asari's belt was off, letting her belly bulge out past her breasts. If Liara had noticed, every Asari diner insight was gorging on food like there was no tomorrow and that a small hum was coming from Miranda.
For the slender, perfectly athletic woman sitting across from the slightly softened doctor wasn't the real Miranda. Instead, it wasn't even a person, but a cybernetic, cutting edge robot under the control of Miranda's personal AI, EDI. The real Miranda was sprawled out in a reinforced gaming chair inside her personal corvette orbiting above the planet, wearing not a slinky dress but a skin tight t-shirt and somewhat fitting sweat pants.
And eating, currently plowing through a massive box of fried chicken, french fries and garlic bread.
"We've secured Dr. T'soni for your team," EDI chimed over the intercom.
"Oh good, did you test the sub-liminal feeder harmonics?" Miranda said after swallowing, "how did they work on the Asari?"
"100% efficiency, Dr. Lawson," EDI replied happily, "currently all the Asari within the restaurant are eating 1K calories per minute. It will be five further minutes until permanent binge eating sets in, should I continue?"
"Hmmm, tempting but no. I just wanted to make sure it worked on all species, I'm not a monster," Miranda said, eating more quickly, "once Liara is done with that platter you can retrieve her."
She leaned forwards to grab more chicken, vast stomach popping into view, splitting into deep rolls. The former star athlete gave a grunt of tiredness at the action, smiling at how immensely out of shape she was. As she neared a quarter ton in size, even simple actions were getting harder and harder. If it weren't for her splendid musculature she'd already need a scooter.
"There is one small complication. Dr. T'soni has already added 1/6th of her previous mass to her body since we last contacted her. Given the conditions of your station, I predict a 96% chance she hits morbid obesity within a year," EDI calculated.
"Well, we'll have to get some more rations then. I'm not sharing," the obese operative giggled, the vast rippling of her gut a tectonic force, "but it'll be good to have another fat girl around."
The button on Miranda's sweat pants gave out with a bang, bouncing around the room before disappearing into one of Miranda's rolls. The obese brunette snorted, never having managed that after many a popped pair of pants. Her gut surged forwards, ripping the sweat pants down to the groin and letting her bulging fupa surge out.
"Understood, Dr. T'soni and I will be there within an hour, you might wish to begin changing now. A proper appearance might ease Dr. T'soni's slide into the positive life style," EDI reminded her, "that black dress should theoretically fit."
The brilliant scientist groaned, "Ugh, my bedroom is on the other side of the ship, it's not going to take an hour for me to get changed."
"Dr. Lawson, should I play the video file of you getting into those sweat pants? It is 36 minutes long," EDI reminded.
"...Make sure to save that for later use," Miranda reminded, "but point taken."
She rocked forwards, building up momentum to stand, "And lower gravity down to 95% of Earth."
"We're already at 90% Earth gravity," EDI said dryly.
"...Then maybe 85%," Miranda said, pure thrill going through her.
Liara settles in: Liara settles into the project...and begins gaining weight at a rapid pace!
A new addition: Miranda needs one more team mate...
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