This choice: Shepard wondered how the quarian had gotten so fat. • Go Back...Chapter #8A Life Long Addiction to Flavour by: SlayerCake   Didn’t know the Migrant Fleet built battleships. Shepard thought to herself, taking in Tali’s swollen form.
The Quarian was breathing heavily as she heaved herself forwards, each step setting her body sloshing despite the rather… tight hold her suit had on her.
“I can’t believe he tried to kill me…” She muttered in between huffs. “Bosh’tet took enough of my credits… gonna have to skimp on lunch…”
Shepard still couldn’t quite believe her new ward’s size. Quarian foods weren’t healthy by default but they were nutritionally balanced and almost every Quarian she had met had a cultural aversion to excess and waste. There was a loud rumbling groan and the three of them looked around for the source, a failing I-Beam or malfunctioning airlock, before falling on the wheezing bulk of Tali.
“Oh Keelah.” Tali murmured, unaware of the eyes on her. She was ravenous and all the running and excitement had shaken up her insides. Sweat was pouring down her chubby face now that the adrenaline was wearing off and her suit was venting sharp puffs of humid steam in an attempt to stop her from cooking inside it. Garrus and Wrex shared a smirk at the display but were silenced by Shepard’s frown.
“We’ve made good time.” She lied, braving the cloud of odorous air surrounding Tali to place a hand on her soft shoulder. “Let’s take a seat.” Tali nodded and collapsed heavily onto a raised flower bed.
Shepard watched her ass overrun and crush several flowers and she swore she heard the solid plasteel creak. Jesus.
“A word, Shepard?” Garrus called and she joined him. “We can’t waste time here Shepard, let's just take the data from this whale and go.”
“How do you know what a whale is Vakarian? She’ll have it encrypted, and besides we’re not assholes… are you an asshole Vakarian?”
“No.” He sighed in defeat.
She was going to say more when she heard Tali make a little noise of excitement and saw her withdraw a transparent cylinder from a bulge covered pouch. It was full of a thick brown liquid, not the usual colourless grey of Quarian rations, and she watched Tali almost jam the thing into her mask’s feeding port. Tali seemed to slip into a trance, head tipped back and bloated body relaxing, as she drained the litre container in a few seconds. It popped off with a hiss and she lolled there for a moment.
“Are you ok-” Shepard was cut off by a wet belch and another hiss of venting air.
“Oh B-uurp-’tet.” Tali dropped the bottle and covered her mask in her pudgy hands. “I am so sorry.”
“Hey… it’s okay.” Shepard grinned and approached her. “Better out than in and all that… What was it? Looked, ah, good.”
“Oh it’s… this is embarrassing… it’s Fleet rations mixed with chocolate.”
“Chocolate?” Shepard gawped. “Like… chocolate chocolate? Dextro chocolate?”
Tali shook her head. “Doesn’t taste right.”
“Damn… that can’t be good for your gut.”
She was answered by a wet burble from said gut and more mask hiding.
“Well that’s… cool. Feeling up for more walking?”
The Quarian nodded sheepishly and managed to slide herself free this time. Shepard guided her forwards again, past the shocked expression on Garrus' face, and onwards into the Wards proper.
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They kept a companionable silence for most of the walk back, accompanied only by the cries of shopkeepers hawking wares and the regular, oceanic noises coming from the fat Quarian.
She had cooled down somewhat, thank the ancestors, so her suit wasn’t venting as much but her legs ached, her rolls chafed, her heart was pounding and the sudden chocolate injection was doing a number on her insides.
Just hold on a little longer. Tali pleaded with herself. The glacially slow elevators were nearby and she could rest again for a good while at least.
“So how did you find out you liked the taste of chocolate?” The human, Shepard, asked her.
“I just like it.” Tali evaded, suddenly conscious of her body again.
“I know but you must have had to try it first.” Shepard chuckled. “I doubt it’s on the Flotilla menu.”
“You’re right there.” Tali grumbled, and her gut responded with a painful burble. “My father found a box of scrap salvaged from a human ship when I was a child. He got me to sort it, after going through it himself and sterilizing it of course, to give me some experience.”
She smiled fondly at the memory, cheeks bunching up and pressing against the side of her mask.
“He missed something though; a little foil wrapped bar. I peeled it open and the smell was just incredible and I was a child so… I ate it.”
“Wow thats…”
“Very stupid, yes, I know.” Tali laughed. “I almost died but the taste was worth it. You could say I got hooked on it, and ever since I’ve built up enough of a resistance that I don’t, well, die. Once I went on my Pilgrimage I realised that luxuries are expensive but chocolate is cheap and plentiful… as you can see.”
She tapped her prodigious gut and Shepard nodded, blushing a little.
“So you’re fine with chocolate now, that’s kinda sweet.”
“Oh no I’m still very intolerant to it but I can’t stop.” She giggled again nervously. “But that’s not your problem.
Shepard grinned and nodded, taking a step back to confer with Garrus about C-Sec protection for their Quarian, before finding herself drawn to the huge wobbling mass of her buttocks.
She watched another quick jet of steam bleed out of a port on Tali’s hips and listened again to the tumultuous rumbling of her gut. She looked towards the big elevator that would carry them slowly up to the Embassies.
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