Liara waited apprehensively as the box slowly and methodically opened up, the top intricately folding in on itself in a mechanical pattern. Thinking back, it felt rather light in her hands considering how intricate and complicated this box was designed. Maybe the box itself was the gift? Now that the Geth were on friendly terms with the rest of the galaxy, they were putting out devices that acted like this. Maybe this was intended to be a bribe or a payment from someone who owed her, and she racked her brain to think of who that could be.
Liara T'Soni...our Sisters give you a taste of what could have been.
"What the hell?"
Liara's eyes darted around the room, methodically searching for anything suspect. That voice...it sounded like it came from inside her head. Making sure her sidearm was loaded and ready, Liara looked suspiciously at the mechanical box as it stopped its opening process. Whoever said that...it had to come from this thing. What exactly did it mean by "a taste of what could have been"? And who were the sisters? Liara came up with a few options on the spot, but the wording was too vague to really pin that name down. Choosing to investigate further, Liara leaned over and looked into the interior of the strange box. It looked oddly empty. She cautiously pushed the box with one slender finger into a better light, when-
*BANG*
Liara yelped as a plume of thick, gray-blue smoke erupted from the box, flooding her eyes and nostrils with the stinging cloud. Choking, she waved her flabby arms wildly to disperse the smoke, swearing up a storm.
"Miss T'soni, is something wrong?" Dahlia asked as she strode into the room, hips swaying gently as she pushed a cart in front of her.
"I'm f-fine, no thanks to my security team," Liara coughed, batting away the last of the smoke as it dissipated. "I thought you said they checked this!"
"They did, it didn't do anything particularly odd, just opened up and closed again," Dahlia confirmed.
"Well if another one comes, let me know. I'll deal with whoever is sending them after breakfast." Liara's knees started to ache, so she dropped into her seat with a heavy thud as Dahlia began collecting the multitude of plates decorating her desk, swapping them out with platters full of deep fried and battered delicacies. The smell alone was heavenly; even Dahlia couldn't contain herself as she stared at all the plates hungrily.
"You're not sneaking some of my food, are you?" Liara asked pointedly.
"W-WHAT?" Dahlia almost shouted. "M-miss T'soni, I swear-!"
"Relax, I'm only teasing," Liara chuckled. "You can go now, see you at lunch Dahlia." Liara eyed her assistant as she quickly waddled from the room, nearly catching her hips on the door frame, and as the door slid shut, the Shadow Broker could hear the telltale sound of someone taking a large bite out of something and chewing happily. It was a good thing she was a fine assistant, because Liara knew almost from the day she hired her that the girl had a monstrous sweet tooth and was absolutely stealing any morsel she could. That ambition and determination made her quite reliable, even as she went from slightly tubby to comfortably obese in a remarkably short time, nearly doubling in size and bursting out of that black skintight outfit on a weekly basis.
Not that Liara could complain, given she had an equally ravenous taste for sweets. Licking her lips excitedly, the Shadow Broker undid the bottom buttons on her jacket to make room, letting her enormous double-rolled gut spill out onto her lap, before tucking into the massive spread before her. Squeezing apart the arms of the chair, the Shadow Broker attacked the food before her with glee, crumbs and morsels escaping and falling down her thick cheeks and chins. Wiping across her lips with the back of her hand...Liara had the strangest feeling. Like...something wasn't normal.
Getting up from her desk (easier said then done, given how much she had to squeeze to escape the vice-like grip of the chair arms on her hips, Liara took an exceedingly rare break from eating and waddled into her quarters again to check the mirror on her dresser. She checked every inch of her appearance, from her makeup on her round face to her pants struggling to contain a butt that was outgrowing chairs. Cautiously lifting up her belly with both hands and letting it fall back to her thighs with a soft *plop*, Liara turned on her heel, popping her hips out to extreme effect and snapping a seam in her overtaxed undergarments.
Liara reflected for a moment and thought...
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