Of all her crewmates, only one still showed any interest in her body, and that was Garrus Vakarian. It was so strange, one day they were joking and miming motorboating her perky quarian breasts, and the next, they just gave her weird glances and plugged their noses. It was almost as if most men were turned off by the sight of a woman with a heavily-used, sagging diaper. Go figure. The turian was always the flirty type, never seeming to care when Tali let loose, and even giving her squishy diaper a good squeeze. While his interests were strange, she appreciated the attention, and when he asked her to visit his cabin later on, she decided to repay the favor. Bringing a spare diaper, just in case, she headed to the turian's spot in the gunnery room.
Before she even reached it, Garrus came up from behind and clamped his hand around her backside, her diaper crinkling loudly. Tali could barely feel it through the padding, but she still yelped in surprise. "Dry as ever, Tali?" He chuckled, wrapping a hand around the quarian's waist. Cheesy as he was, Garrus was earnest, and Tali nodded, a smile hidden beneath her purple-tinted visor. Together, they settled down in his private area, hidden from the rest of the gunnery bay by hanging sheets, and lay on a hydrofoam mattress together. "So," Garrus chuckled, "Are you ready to..?"
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