Embrace obesity

Chapter Alpha

As a Justicar, my duty was to maintain order in the galaxy and ensure that justice was served. My life was dedicated to the pursuit of the greater good, and I had little time for anything else. But then, I met Commander Shepard. At first, I saw him as just another soldier, one who was determined to stop the Reapers and save the galaxy. From my perspective, meeting Commander Shepard was a moment that changed the course of my life. We first met when he came to recruit me to join his mission to stop the Collectors. He was a charismatic leader and an inspiring hero, and I was immediately drawn to him. At first, I was hesitant to join Shepard's team. I had strict codes of conduct to follow, and I was wary of the Commander's reputation for bending the rules.



But as we worked together, I began to see his true character, and I realized that he was a person of honor and integrity, willing to do whatever it took to save the galaxy. As we fought side by side, I found myself drawn to Shepard in a way that I had never experienced before. There was a magnetic pull between us, and I knew that I was falling for him. As a Justicar, I had spent much of my life keeping my emotions in check and distancing myself from others. But with Shepard, I felt safe enough to let my guard down. We talked about our hopes and fears, our pasts and futures. He listened to me with an open heart and mind, and I found myself doing the same for him. In those moments of vulnerability, I felt a deep connection with Shepard. It was as if we were two souls who had been wandering alone, but had finally found each other in the midst of chaos. We shared a bond that went beyond physical attraction or shared goals - it was a bond of trust, respect, and understanding. We shared moments of vulnerability and strength, and I felt myself opening up to him in a way that I had never done with anyone else.



Despite our differences in species and backgrounds, we developed a deep and meaningful connection. We trusted each other implicitly, and I knew that I could rely on Shepard to always have my back. Our relationship was built on a foundation of mutual respect and admiration, and I knew that it was something special. But the more we fought side by side, I began to see something more in him. He was kind, selfless, and fiercely dedicated to his mission. I admired him for his bravery and his unwavering commitment to his cause. And found myself feeling something… More.



As we spent more time together, our relationship began to shift. What had started as a professional partnership turned into something deeper and more meaningful. We spent time together outside of missions, exploring the galaxy and experiencing new things. And as we grew to understand and appreciate each other on a deeper level, I found myself falling in love with Shepard. It wasn't a love that I had ever experienced before - as an asari justicar, I had never allowed myself to get close to anyone. But with Shepard, I felt something different. I felt like a Maiden again; as if we were meant to be together like we had been brought together by fate to fight the Reapers and to find love in each other. And as we faced the challenges of the Reaper invasion together, our love and admiration for each other only grew stronger. We fought side by side, relying on each other for strength and support. And as we emerged victorious, I knew that I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Then, the Reapers were defeated, and I lost him within the final assault…



Shepard fell into a coma, and everything changed. For months, I watched over him, tending to his needs and hoping that he would recover. But as the weeks turned into months, I began to struggle with my own emotions. Shepard's coma was a constant weight on my mind, and every day I found myself feeling more and more helpless. I had never felt so emotionally vulnerable before, and it scared me. But I refused to give up hope, and I continued to care for him with all my strength.



One day, as I was sitting by Shepard's bedside, I noticed that his breathing had become labored. I sprang into action, immediately checking his vital signs and administering the necessary medications. For hours, I stayed by his side, monitoring his condition and making sure that he was comfortable. As I watched him sleep, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions wash over me. Here was the man that I loved, lying helpless and vulnerable before me. And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty that I felt, I knew that I would do anything to help him recover. In that moment, I made a vow to myself: I would be there for Shepard no matter what, through thick and thin, in sickness, and in health. And as I looked down at his sleeping form, I knew that my love for him would never falter or fade. However, with not much to do, I found myself on the Citadel. As a Matriarch, there wasn’t much for me to truly do, even as a Justicar.



Clubs tended to be so loud and with head-ache-inducing music. Shopping for precarious things that had no use seemed practically pointless. And unfortunately, most of the other surviving team members were busy with their own lives. So I found myself turning to something that I found to enjoy during my travels to Earth: Food and Traditional Cuisine.



Without Shepard by my side, I felt lost and adrift. I longed for his companionship and his warmth, and I found myself turning to food for comfort. I ate to ease my pain, and before I knew it and realized it, I had gained a significant amount of weight. It wasn't long before my Justicar Bodysuit was no longer fitting. I felt heavy and out of shape, and the thought of going out in public made me anxious.



In my own apartment, I stood undressed; my flabby naked body stood in front of the full-length mirror in my quarters. Staring at my reflection, I frowned as I squeezed my breasts, once ample and quite perky; now flabby and sagging to the sides of my stomach. I remember back in my Maiden days, I enjoyed the feeling of squeezing them while having intercourse. Grabbing them now would be a mockery as a fat, massive Matriarch that I had become. I look down at my belly, and my heart sinks.



“I used to be a paragon of discipline, but now I can barely fit into my armor and clothing. Shameful, Samara…" I said to myself as I looked at the rest of me.



My belly was so large, so flabby and saggy, that I can't help but feel self-conscious if it even remotely bulges out of any form of clothing. My long dead partner used to enjoy tying me up in latex because she used to enjoy how I looked like a gothic art piece. Sighing once more, I envisioned myself looking more like a Human Ham by now. What did she used to even call it? Wait…



'Bondage' she had called it, as she had used a 'crop' to spank my belly as we would make love. I remember the latex was shimmery and glossy, reflecting the light from the room as I tried to move against its tight, restrictive grip. The feeling of the crop spanking me as she would tease my sensitive areas. My partner's eyes would sparkle in amusement as I refused to give in to her desires, a knowing look of pleasure in their depths, an inviting black that beckoned me in further. The curves of the tight outfit molded around me, giving me a feeling of safety and comfort all at once...



My belly rolls quivered and jiggled with every breath I took as I stare at myself now. The gentle curves of my bulges seemed like they were alive, each one unique and mesmerizing in its own right. I found myself drawn in by their sensuous movements, trapped in the bitter-sweet motion of my own body. With my hands going towards it, I grabbed a fairly large love handle and jiggled it. I couldn't resist the temptation. My hands ran over my soft, wobbly, double-belly and I felt the warmth radiating from my obese rolls. My love handle jiggled ever so slightly under my touch as I palpated my own voluptuousness. I stopped, realizing what I was doing in shock, and realizing my reflection was blushing and I was panting...



Oh my... No, no this is not right... I hesitate for a moment, feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over me. But the curiosity is too strong, and I can't resist the urge to see what lies beneath the folds of my belly.



I concentrate on my biotics, feeling the familiar rush of power in me, and raise the large weight resting in front of my legs and between my prize with caution and anxiety. As I lift, I can feel the thickness of my fupa pushing against my stomach, stretching out my curves and bringing them to life. I admire with morbid fascination the way it molds its fat into every angle of my body as if to show off its disgusting yet strangely bewitching beauty. My hairless fupa hid all but a tiny little sliver of my Vagina; I wonder what Shepard and I would do together if he can even…



No, Shepard, he… He would suffocate under me. He would find me disgusting but probably still try to comfort me…



Looking at my belly now lifted, I can’t help but notice more details. The folds of my belly nowadays spill over my lap, forming hills and valleys of blubber that jiggle with each movement. Now it shows off as if it’s an apron of fat, covering my thighs and privates. It's a reminder of just how much weight I've gained, and how much I've fallen from my role as a Justicar and Peace Bringer. The sight is both mesmerizing and horrifying, and I quickly release my biotics, allowing the flesh to fall back into place.



I hesitantly turned around to face the mirrored surface. My glistening, blue, sweaty buttocks filled the expanse of glass, resembling a vast body of water with churning currents. I was frightened as I noticed my fleshy form undulate before me. If I were to become pregnant again, the thick layer of fat that lined my abdomen would not offer enough protection for any future infants in regards to proper breathing due to my big buttocks and thighs... I was not a fan of the fact that I would probably even need constant medical assistance just to hold up my rolls and flab...



My body, once toned and lithe, was now swollen and round. I was easily at least 600lbs, my skin a deep blue that seemed to accentuate the excess of my flesh...As I looked at myself, tears welled up in my eyes. How could Shepard ever love me like this? Would he be repulsed by my size and shape? I knew I shouldn't think that way. Shepard had shown me time and again that he cared for me, not just as a warrior, but as a person. But my insecurities still crept up on me, especially when I saw my body in the mirror. I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. I couldn't let my own fears and doubts sabotage the love that Shepard and I shared. I had to believe that he would accept me, no matter what. Which is why I was hesitant but excited to try something new today.



I took the time to dress in a large custom dress I had ordered to be delivered. It draped over me like a curtain, and I was the stage… No, keep confident. Remember the oath…



‘Stand firm in your convictions, for the Justicars, are the embodiment of unyielding justice & courage.’ My heart thudded in my chest and I felt a wave of heat wash over me as soon as I pulled myself out of the cab. The vehicle lurched slightly in its hover as I leaned and stood up and out of it, almost flying in the opposite direction as the driver tried and failed to course correct.



I was nervous but excited. I knew that my massive body would attract attention, but Tali had recommended this place and her judgment was impeccable. With every step, my full, wobbling hips swayed, as did the flesh of my belly and butt with every movement. My thighs rubbed against each other, reminding me of their size and tendency to chafe. I could feel eyes on me as I walked- some glanced away quickly while others (specifically a few Krogan) openly stared with awe at my sheer size. The attention made me feel powerful and confident; yet there was always an underlying fear that tinged even the most courageous moments like this one. But it wouldn't last forever.



The closer I got to the restaurant, the more determined I became to keep walking without faltering. Soon enough, I reached the steps leading up to the entrance, again feeling a wave of exhilaration as I breathed deeply from the walk, labored with the exertion of simply climbing steps and moving a short distance. When I finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, all eyes were on me once more - many disgusted and shocked by how obese I was. This walk was for me, for my pleasure alone... I knew I was bigger than most, and I could sense their disgust and judgment. But I tried to ignore it and focus on the enjoyment of the food. I ended up ordering plate after plate of sushi, devouring each one with a sense of urgency. I wanted to forget about everything and just indulge in the moment.



But as I continued to eat, I could feel the chair underneath me groaning with each movement. Then, suddenly, it broke. The sound of the chair snapping echoed through the restaurant, and everyone turned to look at me. Wild looks of amusement and laughter at my expense crossed the faces around me. There were, however, a few who were looking at me differently. A few pairs of eyes, gleaming hard with lust in their depths, glared at me while others openly stared as though I was an animal on display. I felt my face turn bright red with embarrassment. I quickly got up, trying to hide my large body as best I could, and made my way out of the restaurant.

As I waddled back to my quarters, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my weight and my inability to control my eating. But then, as I sat alone in my room once again, I realized that Commander Shepard wouldn't care about my size or my mistakes if he had eyes like those lust-filled ones. If he loved me for who I was, that was all that mattered; whether as a warrior or a fattened beast. With that realization, I felt a sense of calming peace wash over me, and I knew that everything would be okay. However, I resounded to maybe order some, ‘assistance’ for going out in public…


(Author's Note: Been a while since I've been on here, but considering I'm trying to truly search for a Feedee GF, I might as well post my literary works from over on Deviant Art.)