It
sounded strange to be having a shore leave in the middle of a war
with the Reapers, but with the Normandy in for refits they did not
have much choice. Tali'Zorah looked forward to it at least in spite
of the oddity, believing it a good chance to spend more time with
Shepard. Only... so far it has failed to meet her hopeful
expectations.
It
was not about the apartment. The place Anderson lent them was
absolutely splendid, spacious, and luxurious... except it could do
with a whole lot more male

The Purgatory bar, a place that never
even bother to think about sleeping. Especially not in this time of
war. Hard music beat against the reinforced walls of the Citadel
station relentlessly, like waves beating against distant shores.
Flashes of lights covered the whole place in more colors than any one
species could identify even with their naked eyes. And as always,
masses of people drank, talked and danced almost incessantly. There
was no shortage of entertainment. But in all of that space,

A hail of gunfire split the air apart, the target intended rolled over, succumbing to it's wounds.. silence settled over the immediate area, bar the occasional gunshot coming from further up ahead. The gunner, a young Quarian let out a frustrated sigh as she seperated an head sink from her rifle and replaced it with another one, one thing she did so often nowadays that she acted by pure muscle memory.
Tali'Zorah vas Neema surveyed the area slowly, trying to discern any kind of threat, she was le

"Burrrrrp!!"
So
it was done.
Tali
was glad she had let that one go before she eased her visor back on
after re-donning her suit, making sure it fit along every inch of her
curvaceous figure, fitting every generous curve and the massive
breasts she accumulated from many alien meals... including the wide
and heavy bulge that weighed down on her right now as she stretched
and got herself comfortably again on the bed.
Below
her large bosom, the even larger more swollen stomach rocked with

Ashley
trailed down the hall, careful as she had constantly been lately what
with all the crew members that have gone missing in the recent times.
It was just a feeling, but the human had a distinct feeling that
whatever is going on were ongoing long before the Normandy began to
suffer from it. Nothing but a feeling, but a chilling one. How and
when did it begin?
With
a shake of her head, Ashley cleared those thoughts and resumed her
search along the crews' quarter in search of Tali. She couldn'

The
lights were slightly dimmed. More than half the crew currently slept,
as it was 'nighttime' on board the ship that continued to be hurled
through the void of space by its ever-present pilot – making sure
to stay out of trouble at this hour while the crew's so inactive.
Even the commander had turned in for the time being.
In
the lounge however, talks were about to be had. Garrus had his formal
wear on, not the armor he usually wore. He sat at the gambling table,
facing Javik who sat at the

Weeks
had gone by since the end of the Quarian/Geth conflict. It ended
peacefully on both sides, thanks to Shepard. To think what could have
happened if she had not woken up during that critical time before
that... when he was dangerously close to ending up as a pile of dung
underneath her.
Thank
the ancestors he remembered none of that.
Tali
shuddered from the thought as she passed through the lower parts of
the engineering deck. It was a frequent nightmare of hers, where she
digested him... t

Urrh...
why did I go and do that...?
An'Torai
thought to herself as she squirmed and kicked like a thing possessed
– naked and defenseless. Trying to get out of this tight fleshy
tube she had gotten forced into, a gulp echoing into her ears as she
was swallowed a little deeper into the woman now having her for
lunch.
She
was just an engineer who happened to chicken out, with good reason
she thought. Admiral Daro'Xen recently developed a weapon to use
against the geth, resulting in the whole fl

Lineera
was frightened, no use hiding that.
She
and her crew set out from Sol just a couple of weeks ago, a crew of
initially forty-one – and the relay leading to the Citadel was
finally in sight. And looked forward to giving her old freighter, the
Ina, a lookover.
However,
there was another thing. Members of her crew had been disappearing to
the left and right ever since the beginning of this trip, often in
groups of two to three. And in each case, never found the bodies.
That
was the main re

"Phew..
that was close."
Tali whispered as she left the ladies' toilet in the crew's quarter.
She almost clogged the toilet with Jack's and Gabriella's remains,
and had to flush down at least twice during the ten minutes she spent
squeezing the dung they're now made of out of her ass.
Instead
of rubbing her sore butt though – in the wake of that effort –
she instead rubbed her now quite voluminous breasts up and down in
appreciation of their recent 'upgrade'. Likewise, she was also

“Oh, Antie Raan... I don't know.”
Tali'Zorah complained softly and with much agony as she weighed her
options. She had received a communique from the migrant fleet, a bid
to return to it for the time being.
Shala'Raan vas Tonbay, the one she's
talking to; one of the Admirals on the board, audibly sighed. But
instead of the steely response Tali could expect if it was
Han'Gerrel, Shala'Raan entered the midst of the situation with an
amiable tone as soft as a gentle hug, “Is there a problem,