Of all the worst times for my glib tongue to desert me, speaking to a pair of terrifying women about their weight was perhaps not at the top of the list, but it was damn near close. The synapses in my brain I'd mentioned previously were firing now, telling me that this was definitely something that the two of them should absolutely be made aware of, as it couldn't be a sign of anything good, but at the same time my brain was running in circles trying to figure out how to word the revelation in such a way as to keep my skin in one piece after telling the Colonel of an Imperial Guard unit and an Inquisitor, of all things, that they'd suddenly gotten fat7.
So, lacking for any sort of remark to do the job, I resorted to simply pointing at their bellies until they got the idea and looked down.
'Holy Emperor!' Kasteen swore, followed by Amberley's less than ladylike string of curses8. Hands immediately flew to stomachs, as the instinctive human reaction to confirm that the new additions were real took hold, their fingers exploring the new expanse that had been revealed. Something about the experience brought a flush to both of their faces, and I found my own skin growing hotter around the neck as well, until I issued a polite cough that brought them back to their senses.
'Well.' Amberley coughed, sitting back down, causing her new gut to protrude just past her bustline. 'This certainly bears investigating.'
'Oh yes.' Kasteen growled. 'I can't wait to get my hands on whoever's responsible for this.'
'You'll have to line up behind me. I've got Inquisitorial authority, so I get first crack.' Amberly replied, Kasteen and I being unable to tell if she was joking9.
'If I were to take a wild guess.' I cut in. 'I'd say it had something to do with the food on this planet. I noticed it only just after the two of you started to have those Ploins. No idea for certain though, since I've certainly already had one earlier, and aside from tasting particularly good, you can see I've had no adverse effects.' for emphasis, I patted the flat plane of my abdomen, same as it ever was, underneath my commissarial outfit.
'Well that's bad.' Kasteen replied, looking at an open crate of fruit sitting across the way. 'We can't just not eat anything, our forces would starve.'
'Indeed. As unfortunate as it seems, it doesn't seem to affect everyone, so we'll just have to deal with it for the time being and I'll send some of the food for analysis and see what my team can come up with.' Amberley started to make her way over to the crate, picking up a few fruit and packing them away into a small container she produced from somewhere. I noticed while I was watching that she couldn't help but pick one or two up and scarf them down while she was doing so, much to the disdain of her figure10. My eyes, which had up until that moment been on the back of her head, watching her work11, slowly drifted downward as I noticed the curve of her once pert buttocks begin to swell outward with girth, her bottom slowly bulging out behind her as she occasionally snacked on some of the native cuisine.
'Definitely in the food.' I muttered, turning away before she noticed me looking. Once she was done with her task, she walked back over to the table, her fattened arse spreading across the seat she had previously fit squarely on as she sat. Kasteen and I refrained from comment as she sealed the container she had placed the food she hadn't managed to scarf into, setting it aside for delivery to her team, presumably Mott, her rather energetic Savant, for analysis. Once that was done, she stood up again, the belly I'd noticed earlier wobbling a bit further away from her torso than when I'd last looked. 'Let's get to work.'
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7Please, at the moment we had barely become a little chubby. Not that saying that outright would have been any better for him, I'll admit.
8Given the situation, I can't think of many ladies who wouldn't have found it appropriate.
9I wasn't.
10Indeed, the food seemed to have some form of subliminally addictive qualities, to the point that those affected often would consume some food without even realizing they'd done so. Quite frustrating when you're trying to keep track of your diet, one must admit.
11Of course they were.
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