As the artificial Citadel sun pierced the open shades of Shepard's new bedroom, the commander groaned and tried to roll over. But her gut was too big to cooperate, sagging off of the side of the bed. More hungover than she had been since her N2 days, she pulled herself upward, fingers prodding her heavily distended gut.
 
"Ugh, fuck me... what the hell did I eat?"
 
"Well, since I can tell you're going to be in a bad mood, I'll give you the short version. You and Tali had a little drinking contest, and our favorite quarian engineer decided to leap down your throat. I think you won your little spat." Garrus quipped dryly, head on his fringe as he nursed his own hungover. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure we fucked turian-style. My hips ache and I feel quite empty downstairs."
 
"Shit, I feel the opposite." Shepard admitted, though the smile found its way to her face. As she continued to poke and prod at her belly, she understood just why the bulge was so angular. She couldn't feel any of the engineer inside of her, but the suit was crumpled up in her gut still, unable to be as broken down as the alien herself was.
 
"Well, that's what happens when you wolf down a quarian. I made that mistake once too." He laughed. "Though, I've got to ask, Shepard: I know we've been talking about feeding you for a while, but why start with a quarian? Aria would have happily tossed us an asari or two if we asked, and they go down much smoother."
 
Shepard belched, and held her hand over her mouth as she all but demanded patience from her boyfriend. Her gut audibly crackled, and she winced as a sudden hunk escaped her mouth. She stared at the saliva-drenched object with curiosity, before passing it to Garrus to identify.
 
"Well, I'm glad that came up and not down." He admitted, amusement still saturating his voice. Had Jane not been so heavy, she would have hopped onto his smug face to put him in his place. "That's Tali's headpiece, or what's left of it. You can see the cybernetics for the display. Those would have made you ache for days."
 
Returning to her earlier thought, Shepard bit back another belch and massaged her gut. "I know we could have gotten some asari, but... fuck, Garrus. She was so cute and so eager... I got greedy. Wipe that look off your face, I'm too hungover to do it for you."
 
"Promises, promises..." He crooned back at her, mandibles flaring in his best approximation of a shit-eating grin.
 
Shepard suddenly bit her lip, and pushed, a brassy fart escaping her and ringing through the room. Instantly, Garrus fanned the air, and pulled away from her. Understanding just how demanding the little engineer was going to be, Shepard quickly waddled into the attached bathroom, throwing herself back onto the toilet and gripping the seat. She cried out as her ass rang out again.
 
Tali, it seemed, wanted out, but couldn't make up her mind. Her suit was putting in all of the fight for her, clogging up the human's guts and keeping her from passing the quarian entirely. After a bit more squirming and shuffling, Shepard managed to free one of the sleeves of the suit. She could feel the other one inside of her, angled in just the right way to constipate her completely.
 
"Having some trouble?" Garrus knocked on the door, letting himself into the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, and slowly reached forward to guide his girlfriend's posture, straightening the angle of her back while coaxing her to lean even further forward. He pressed a clawed stomach over the thick bulges in her lower gut, and offered gentle pressure. "Quarians are too good not to enjoy, but next time you've gotta talk them out of that suit. Why worry about their immune system when they'll be fat anyways? At least, that's what I always say."
 
"Ugh... g-give me the fucking lecture later, big guy..." Shepard grunted out, moaning as a bit of air finally hissed out of her blocked hole. A wet, slick noise followed as the other sleeve finally began to peek out, finally straightening the suit out enough that she could manage.
 
"I don't think you need it, you're doing fine. Want a tongue downstairs? Nothing helps a turian to pass meat more than a bit of pleasure."
 
"You horny bastard." Shepard accosted him, but in no way denied the offer. The pair shared a loving glance as Garrus went down to his knees and spread her legs apart, leaning towards the bowl. His tongue extended outwards, and began to flick at her lower lips, until at last her clit began to peek out. Rather than giving in to his usual primal assault on her, drawing forth furious orgasm after furious orgasm, Garrus kept his licks short and delightful, so as not to fully break Shepard's focus.
 
He usually wouldn't do something like this, but Quarians were so tender and nutrient-rich that very little was often left behind when they were eaten. Most of the actual passage out was simply forcing out their suit, and as a result it wasn't a truly sloppy dropoff. It was a deeply intimate affair, one that made Garrus unquantifiably aroused. A great pride settled on his shoulders as he guided his girlfriend through her first predatory experience, her dominance over another being showing itself in the ultimate biological manner.
 
"You know, I'm going to fuck all of her off of you once we're done here." He purred against her lower lips, his voice very nearly just a growl. She shuddered against it, and grunting, moaning as her ass sputtered and spat out the shoulders and chestpieces of the suit.
 
With the weight finally settling outside of her rather than inside, the rest of the process proved relatively simple. Garrus' affectations worked to ease her open, to relax her sphincters, which helped the incredibly damp, slick suit coax itself out of her. The tattered apparel crinkled as it slowly spooled down into the toilet bowl, its form factor largely stripped from it. Garrus pulled away as the gurgles in his girlfriend's gut grew thicker, and raunchier.
 
Instead, he took again to pressing against her gut, trying to force the blockage further down. Their teamwork was greatly paying off. Suddenly, Shepard released her grip on the bowl, and stretched out further, sighing as she released her bladder. A thick stream of gold hissed out of her and sputtered into the bowl. The stream continued for a good minute, the quarian giving her plenty of extra fluids to flush out of her system.
 
Garrus grinned. He could almost smell Tali's perfume in the acrid odor.
 
But, Shepard had found her last true challenge of passing the engineer. Tali's suit was custom fitted for her massive, absolutely delicious hips, which were in fact so delicious that the words entering her mind for a moment already had her salivating profusely yet again. She moaned slightly as the gentle flow downwards was again halted. Shepard let out a noise of indignation, and squirmed against the seat, trying to force more of the suit out.
 
"Oh, come on, Tali! That's a direct order!" She barked out, straining again. But Tali remained as spiteful as ever.
 
"Control your breathing." Garrus told her, calmly. "Nothing is going to make it worse than tensing and pushing her even tighter at that angle. Just breathe, and let her move on her time."
 
Shepard let the rush of indignant anger melt away, and as she slowed her breathing she immediately noticed an improvement. The suit's left hip let itself be compressed just a bit, but it was enough to let another fart past. The gust of air helped to dislodge it further.
 
"What would I do without you, big guy?"
 
Garrus beamed. "Sit here all day trying to pass out one your friends. Trust me, I've been there. Dozens of times."
 
The commander's eyes widened. "Garrus, how many people has that flat gut of yours taken?"
 
"You'll get there one day, Jane." He whispered to her, as though diffusing the situation. Jane grunted, and pushed again, and there was a loud splash as the other hip of the suit popped out. Jane closed her eyes and mewled as the rest of the suit finally escaped her, heavy enough that it very nearly caused the water to overflow. Garrus was quick to lift it up, guiding his girlfriend up as he withdrew the soggy suit. He tossed it into the shower, before turning his attention back to her.
 
"Did you really think you could flush that?" The skepticism in his voice was palpable. "Look, Jane, I've got a couple of friends from C-Sec who can hook us up with a turian-style toilet. Just give me the word and I'll get on it."
 
"Do it." Jane grunted, but given the redness in her face it was obvious that she wasn't done. Unlike Garrus, whose body had learned how to get everything out of a good meal, Shepard wasn't at that skill level. The Alliance soldier landed back on the seat, and grunted. She barely had to push before a few thick, light-colored longs launched out of her, splashing into the bowl. Shepard flexed her well-worked hole, and moaned, spreading her legs as she tried to work out a straggler.
 
Finally successful, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dabbed herself tossing it down. With a rhythmic efficiency she hopped up, spun, and pressed her toes against the handle, instantly sending the physical remains of the quarian into the pipes. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she gave Garrus a brief tap on the chest.
 
"How was that?"
 
"Not bad, for your first try. But I think an asari would work out smoother."
 
"Let's do it."
 
"What?"
 
"Want to take a shore leave to Omega once we get this place cleaned up? I could use the time to get some black-market fits on the ship."
 
Garrus' eyes widened, and he licked his lips before he could even catch himself. His hands took to running over his girlfriend's thicker body, a pot belly overwriting her abs for the first time in her military career. His claws gripped her wide, almost quarian-sized hips, fingers curving around her freckled ass and giving it a few intense gropes.
 
"Why not? I'll get a free pass from Aria. Plenty of asari who won't be missed."
 
Shepard leaned into him, her hand finding its way to his rock-hard length. "Everybody will be passed out for another hour or two, anyways. It's still really early in the morning. Want to work out a little bit of stress?"
 
"Shepard, I'm not stressed at all." Garrus purred, pressing his brow to hers. "In fact, I don't think I've been this relaxed in years." He let out a low, teasing laugh. "But you shouldn't even have to ask. Let's see if Tali messes with your flexibility any."
 
"Get some Asari in you and we'll have a fair fight."
 
"Deal."