This choice: Liara brings an old friend into the company. • Go Back...Chapter #8Liara brings an old friend into the company. by: Sulla76   Weeks later and ShepherdTech hummed along, a vibrant and well oiled machine.
It's office was a massive tower of space age capitalism, glass and steel blending into a perfect statement of form and power that made the busy, mostly Asari workers buzzing about seem superfluous. The only truely organic thing about it was the massive portrait of Liara T'soni in her eye catching business suit, otherwise it was as organic as a Reaper's insides.
"And perhaps just as ruthless,' went the thought through Miranda Lawson's head as she click clacked her way through the lobby.
More than ten years of peace had served the perfect woman well, having worked her way up first the Alliance Intelligence and then the Ridgecorp ladder. She'd made more than enough money for an early and well deserved retirement only to be tempted to this Asari company by an alluring offer.
"I only wish I'd gotten it before spending a month on Eden Prime's beaches," the brunette muttered to herself as she approached the elevator and tugged at her skirt, "all of that booze went straight to my ass..."
Perfection was Miranda's birthright, her body designed from the best models humanity had had to offer. But that was forty years earlier and time changed all things. Lawson remained tall and leggy, with lustrous raven hair and smooth pale skin, as well as a spectacularly curvy frame, especially in regards to her round badonkadonk and high, pert bosom, but she'd changed a bit since turning forty. Although the slow aging marvel of genetic engineering could still pass for a woman twenty years younger, she could no longer pass for an olympic athlete twenty years younger.
Her thigh gap had filled in, legs starting to rub when she walked and even her ankles getting a bit thicker. A layer of blubber coated her perfect butt, hip measurement now a shapely 44 inches up from her old 38, ass no longer perfectly round but with the slightest degree of slump to it.
Miri's hard abs and tiny waist had gone the way of the do-do, a little pot belly and a small set of love handles giving her a soft, 29 inch stomach that she wore shapewear over at all times. The gain didn't leave her breasts untouched, thankfully pumping the ex-spy up to an F cup although she now had to wear a bra thanks to gravity. Her arms had a bit of jiggle to them, tricep and lats coated in just the slightest coat of fat. Most of her face was unchanged, save a slight wideness to her cheeks.Once a size four, Miranda now had to squeeze into a size ten, a fate she considered quite miserable, especially walking past all of the tiny, trim Asari maidens working for Liara.
Since she'd turned forty, all kinds of previously unseen fat genes had activated in the brunette. The leggy woman now had a severe sweet tooth, a massive sugar tolerance and a near inability to feel when she was full. Exercise brought less than it had, what was once easy now feeling miserable. Only her wealth letting her access a personal trainer thrice a week kept her merely curvy but the gorgeous woman's increasingly out of control eating sabotaged any hope of staying thin.
Which was why Miranda had taken this assignment, too tantalizing to pass up.
"Ah, here she is," the ruthless Liara T'soni smiled as the elevator doors to her penthouse office dinged open.
The richest, most ruthless woman in the galaxy was looking husky. Her girlishly soft face had gotten rounder, a double chin increasing in prominence. Her blouse was open to show a bulging pair of blue breasts, kept pert by the best bra available. Despite a flattering cut to her suit, Liara's trim waistline had inflated into a round paunch worthy of a pregnant woman.
"Miranda Lawson, my brand new...," Liara began.
[X] Girlfriend: Miranda's been tempted out of retirement to become Liara's personal girlfriend, at a billion credits per day. Too much to pass up, especially as Miri can now endulge in her kinky streak.
[X] Head of Plus Size Research: with Liara getting noticeably hefty, its time to design a rounder galaxy, built for comfort not speed.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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