This choice: Desk jobs are so boring. And fattening. • Go Back...Chapter #4Desk jobs are so boring. And fattening. by: Sulla76   This is actually something different, but I'll put the original option as one of the possible responses...
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Twenty years after the Reaper War...
Jane Shepard had been dreaming.
Dreaming of the day when she, still in a wheel chair from her Reaper War injuries, had looked up at the love of her life at a beautiful ceremony held on a rebuilding Earth as the officiant (Krogan Warlord Rex of all people) held the ceremony.
That lover had been, against all expectation, the most beautiful woman in the entire world to Jane. Together the two had discovered their own sexuality, binding together two broken souls to one as her bride had become Miranda Lawson-Shepard. A genetic marvel, the engineered Miranda had rebuilt Shepard from an early death from the ground up, her brains juts as keen as her beauty. 5'10 tall the rare times she wasn't wearing high heels, Miranda was the most elegant and gorgeous woman Jane had ever seen.
Long black curls that glittered like diamonds against her white dress. Beneath the old fashioned hoop skirt, were endless legs that stretched on forever, their firm and subtle runners muscles combining with a wide thigh gap and delicate ankles to make literally perfect stems. Her hips made Shepard drool, even through the dress their womanly roundness was obvious and behind them the bulge of Miri's unbelievable backside! Although quite thin, Miranda had a 40' butt, her muscular hyper round glutes were hard to the touch, so firm they couldn't be pinched and able to bounce a coin.
"Shepard," the Krogan warlord said.
"Wrex," the hero of the galaxy replied.
"Do you take this woman as your lawful wedded wife?" the ancient bounty hunter turned king asked.
Jane slid her eyes up her wife's tiny waist. The dress had a pointless corset, for Miranda's muscle studded stomach was barely 22' inches around. Jane had looked over it for any sign of flaw and found nothing but perfection. Above that hard, narrow belly were the incogriously large hooters, pert 38 DDs who's mere existence suggested Miranda wasn't a baseline human. They were perfectly round, so sensitive Miranda cooed when they were blown on and their nipples tasted sweet...
She let her eyes go off the mountainous mammaries, tracing up Miranda's swan like neck and looking at the perfect face behind the veil.
Miranda's genius at organizing was evident in the glint of her blue eyes, while the sharpness of her cheekbones suggested her cutting wit and razor sharp efficiency. But the girlish softness of her face did hint at the deep empathy and need to be loved that existed inside the raven haired woman.
"Of course I do," Shepard smiled, wishing that she was far along in her recovery to stand yet.
"And Miranda Lawson, do you take Shepard as your lawful wedded wife?" Wrex had asked.
"Well, I didn't bring her back to life to let someone else have her," Mirranda grinned.
"Then you two may kiss the brides," the warlord had said...
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"Shepard, I said wake up you lazy bum!" Miranda's voice cut in, making the Alliance Ambassador's eyes snap open, "God, I told you we had to be up early today!"
Jane sat up with some bleariness, blinking sleep from her eyes. Her soldier's instincts had faded over the years, but her implants remained that let her see through the early morning darkness to realize her wife was in the bathroom. Getting up, grateful that her numerous implants and cyborg parts let her walk, the retired heroine stood up and began walking towards the bathroom.
The end of the Reaper war had brought numerous changes.
A general military disarmament as the economy moved towards peace. An unparalleled rise in living standards and scientific progress as the galaxy's scientists made breakthrough after breakthrough from looting Reaper corpses and greater cooperation. A population boom to replace the tens of billions killed in the war.
It would have been expected for Miranda to take part in the first two aspects. She was heiress to one of the largest companies on earth after all and a brilliant, genius scientist. But the alliance government had seized the few assets not destroyed in the war due to her father siding with Cerberus. And despite Miranda's aide in the war, her status as a former Cerberus officer made her essentially black listed in any thing beyond slinging burgers or retail. If she'd really pushed she probably could have gotten a job in alliance intelligence but unexpectedly, she'd been too busy at home.
For the burst from the catalyst that had destroyed the Reapers had also healed a great number of galactic illnesses and conditions, such as the benign neoplasm that had left Miranda infertile. And as immediately post war the Alliance government had allowed the creation of "blended babies", ones created in a lab from the eggs of two seperate women and then implanted in one of the donor mothers, well, the married pair had gotten busy...very busy.
Twenty two years and four daughters, two sets of twins, seperated the Miranda in the bathroom from the Miranda Shepard had said I do too. Her bride was, after four pregnancies and becoming a stay at home mom for twenty years...
"Are you going to gawk, or get ready?" Miranda said at her wife, rolling her blue eyes, the underwear clad woman raising an eyebrow as she kept putting on her makeup.
A thick Milf: Miranda might be a stay at home mom but she's still got her pride! She's no twig anymore after four kids and becoming an excellent chef, but she exercises every day and has a gym membership, which mostly keeps any new weight from adding on, although her appetite means she hasn't lost any of her baby weight still. Miranda's about 50lbs above her old weigh, currently clocking in just under 200lbs, with a big butt, mommy hips and a soft waist, with boobs that are mostly the same if a little droopier. However, her face is mostly the same, she's kept her hair long and her slowed aging means she's only in her late 20s physically. The big one is Shepard, who's a blubbery 350lb food addict who started bulking up while confined to a wheel chair in recovery.
A massive Milf: Miranda let herself go during the first set of twins, the pregnancy cravings destroying her super model and athlete genetics before the boredom eating kicked in. She cut her hair short to do house work better, even as her ever increasing weight was the real culprit for house work getting harder, and has become a frump, no trace of her former show stopping good looks to be seen on the 400lb lardass who huffs and puffs up the stairs and gorges every day. Shepard in contrast has just gotten a bit thick...
Hold on, maybe let's rethink this... a redo, Miranda is actually a rich CEO and Jane is the stay at home mom. While raising the kids has had a big impact on Shepard's once muscular body, sitting on her butt all day has fattened Miranda up too...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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