Later that night, Garrus lay in bed, satisfied that his stamina had not been affected, at least.
Shepard lay beside him, her head on the soft rise of his stomach, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.
"Garrus?"
"Yeah?"
"About the weight..."
Garrus's confidence dropped like a rock, perhaps he hadn't been as successful as he thought.
"...y-yeah?"
"I think...maybe I do like it...a bit."
That wasn't the answer he was expecting.
"You do? For real this time?" There was a hint of bite in his voice.
"It's just...we spent so long fighting. There was so much cold and hard. It felt so nice to be with someone so soft and warm."
Garrus didn't know what to say.
"The gel underwear even felt better."
Garrus froze, the gel, he had completely forgotten it. A special undergarment designed for Turian-human interactions, it was marketed as the best way to prevent chafing. He wasn't sure his pair would even fit any more.
"I wasn't...wearing it." He announced.
Shepard sat up and looked at him for a moment, then quietly walked out the door.
"Oh Spirits..." Garrus thought. "I'm so fat I don't need the gel anymore, I've grossed her out."
He was certain she would be spending the night on the couch, and could only sit in bed, miserable, until, ten minutes later she walked back through the door, carrying several paper bags and a plastic jug.
"Shepard! I'm sorry, I'll start working out tomorrow, no more fast food. I won't even lose it all if you don't want, I'll just be as big as you want me to be."
"Is that so?" She asked coyly.
"Yes!"
"Well then, open up." She set the bags on the bed, straddled him, and pulled out a big box of panem.
"I...Shepard?"
"Garrus, tonight was the best you've ever been, and I think I know the secret to making you even better. If you're alright with it, that is."
Garrus took a moment to take it in, then opened his mouth. She placed a piece of panem inside, and he chewed happily.
"Turns out McDonald's does delivery now." She said, opening the jug of dextro mass gainer shake she had brought home with her, expecting Garrus to have withered rather than expanded as he lazed around for the past five months. She poured a huge amount down his throat, and he swallowed gratefully.
"You know, I could get used to settling down." He smirked.
"Eat up, big boy."
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