Tali's Addiction.

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Tali's desperation to win Shepard's affection and compete with Miranda leads her to taking a shady breast-enhancement drug... things don't go well for anyone.

-o-o-o-

Tali swallowed nervously in the doorway of the port observation room, drumming her fingers against the doorframe as she waited for her cue. It was finally time, after weeks of putting it off and months of yearning, this time she would actually do it.

She would ask Commander Jane Shepard out.

“Keelah… why am I so sweaty?” she moaned, trying to shake herself out but only succeeding in making her suit stick to her skin in all new places. She swore under her breath and checked her omni-tool for the fourth time. Shepard’s team had just come back up to the Normandy from Serrice, they’d decontaminated, checked their weapons and armour back in, and gone their separate ways. If Shepard’s usual routine (which Tali had spent the past week carefully plotting) was consistent, she would be coming down for a bite to eat before heading to her cabin.

She recalibrated her suit’s audio systems again and then pressed her ear to the door for good measure.

Soon enough, she heard the fantastic sound of Shepard’s laughter. Keelah she loved that laugh, so happy and unashamed and confident… just like Shepard herself. Tali let out a little sigh of longing and stepped back, brushing herself down and trying her best to look presentable.

She opened the doors and stepped out to meet Shepard, only to pause as she saw her beloved wasn’t alone. The redhead was laughing with Miranda, walking side by side. Tali got a lump in her throat as she saw Miranda’s grin and the way she was rubbing shoulders with their commander. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Shepard hadn’t been smiling right back.

“H… hello Shepard!” she said, her voice a little shriller than she’d planned.

Shepard and Miranda both looked at her, surprised by the sudden interruption. “Oh, hey Tali.” Jane smiled, “Everything alright?”

“Oh, y… yes, everything’s fine.” Tali nodded shoulders slumping.

“The accommodation is suitable for you?” Miranda asked, arching a brow. “Cerberus didn’t build the ship with Quarians in mind, I’m afraid.” As she spoke, Shepard’s eyes darted from her face, to her cleavage, Miranda’s heavy breasts barely corralled by her skin-tight white suit. Tali felt her heart sink.

“Obviously.” Tali sniffed. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” She stalked past miserably and hid inside the elevator, hearing Miranda and Shepard continue on their way after a moment of confused silence. She swore again and smacked her hand against the interface, cursing her stupidity as she was carried down to the cargo bay.

Of course Shepard would be into Miranda, Miranda with her pornstar body and shamelessly slutty suits and her fat bimbo boobs! Why would Shepard ever want Tali, a little, flat-chested girl who couldn’t show any skin without coming down with a dozen different infections.

Why would she ever choose her?

Tali walked through the abandoned cargo bay and found a quiet, hidden little corner. She sat and banged her head against the wall, groaning at her own foolishness. She sniffed and felt the tiny auto-arms built into her helmet wipe away her tears with mechanical precision. What she wouldn’t give to feel Shepard’s fingers do that job, to tenderly brush her sadness away, to cradle her and kiss her and comfort her until all her troubles just melted away.

Maybe it was time to grow a backbone and really try to get what she wanted?

Before Shepard had even come back Tali had been struggling with the loneliness of her life. She’d been so isolated ever since Sovereign had been defeated, when she left the Normandy and took the long voyage back to the flotilla, and then was once again sent out alone into the galaxy.

She’d met someone when she finally started working with a team again, but they didn’t want any more to do with her than Shepard. They’d seen her as a child, exactly like Shepard did. Out of some wild coincidence as she’d been re-installing nerve-stim pro for the fourteenth time, she’d seen an ad out of the corner of her eye.

‘Bovinaid: Instant Breast enhancement formula!’ it had declared. ‘100% Natural! 100% Safe! 100% Effective!

Our quick-active breast-expansion formula is guaranteed to enhance your bust’s natural shape and size to their best! Take your tits from mosquito-bites to mommy-milkers overnight! Our formula is 100% effective and safe for all Levo and Dextro DNA species with no side-effects! * One dose of Bovinaid and your titty troubles are a thing of the past!’

Needless to say, Tali hadn’t been convinced, but out of desperation and a sense of morbid curiosity, she’d clicked on the add. It had all been a lot of advertising jargon and obvious exaggeration, but she couldn’t deny the idea intrigued her. A single vial only cost about 5 credits, but she didn’t have much faith a single dose of anything could have a real effect, instead she’d ordered one box, containing fifty vials, for only 75 credits. It seemed like a bargain at the time, but once they’d arrived she’d just let them collect dust.

No more waiting, she decided, no more feeling sorry for herself.

She took a shaky breath and brought out the box from where she’d stashed it, opening it and peering down at the collection of small pink syringes inside.

“Instant.” She mumbled, “Yeah right.” She cautiously brought up one syringe and inspected it. There was some fine print on the box.

‘inject one half-dose into each breast, effects will be instant. A single dose will expand breast tissue by approximately 10% their original mass. Under no circumstances take more than a single dose within 24 hours, if further enhancement is desired, take another half-dose into each breast after a minimum of 24 hours has passed. Overdoses of Bovinaid can result in hormonal imbalances, exhaustion, nausea, unregulated breast growth, increases in libido. Bovinaid has addictive properties, under no circumstances ingest directly or take more than the recommended dosage.

“Keelah, this is all gibberish.” Tali groaned, before quickly unclasping her suit’s seals, eager to do the deed before her nerve failed. “It won’t even work.”

She whimpered as her naked flesh was exposed to the air of the cargo bay and quickly pressed the syringe into each small, perky breast before settling back to watch.

There was no change. Her tiny, nubile breasts remained just as flat and childish as they had been since puberty. She groaned and threw the empty syringe down, her low expectations thoroughly met. “A waste of money and time, I can’t believe I paid for so much of this… a… ah!” she squeaked suddenly, her train of throat cut off, as her nipples began to itch. She reached up and squeezed them hard, trying to stop the intolerable sensations, only to groan heavily, her hands going limp.

“F… fuck!” She whimpered staring in amazement as her flesh began to swell. “Keeeelah!” her breasts seemed to grow with every ragged breath she sucked in, her modest A-cups plumpening to larger Bs, bordering at the edge of a c-cup. Her nipples grew darker, areola widening more than she would have liked, but her mind was too busy reeling from the fact Bovinaid had actually worked.

She groaned and rubbed her hand between her thighs, spreading her legs wide as she grinned down at her new chest, exploring the supple flesh with a two-fingered hand. “Oh shit.” She whined, rubbing herself a little faster until she found she couldn’t stop at all.

“Oh fuck… oh shit… oh fucking keeelaaaaah!”

Had anyone been in the cargo bay, they would have heard a shrill orgasmic squeak coming from somewhere behind the shipping crates. Had they investigated, they would have found a Quarian gently massaging her well-fucked pussy through her suit, her tits exposed to the breeze, and her eyes staring happily up at the ceiling.

Unfortunately for Tali, EDI didn’t need to be in the cargo bay at all to see and hear every last second of her humiliating loss of control.

“Miss Zorah.” She said sternly. “I don’t believe that behaviour is appropriate in the cargo bay.”

“Shit!” Tali yelped, standing up like a shot, stepping on the discarded vial of Bovinaid and tripping onto her face. She groaned and rolled onto her back, quickly clasping her suit back together and wincing. “EDI… h… how long were you watching.”

“I am always watching, Tali.”

“I hate you.” Tali groaned.

“Be that as it may, I’d advise you against any more public indecency.” EDI hummed, supremely unconcerned. “As I would advise you from injecting yourself with any more of that substance, it seems highly suspect.”

“It’s none of your business.” Tali grumbled, snatching up the box and cradling it protectively.

“The success of our mission is very much by business.” EDI retorted, “If you endanger your life again, I will notify Commander Shepard.”

“Don’t you dare!” Tali shouted up at the ceiling.

“I will do what I must.” EDI said. “You have been warned.”

Of course EDI had been watching, EDI was always watching, the creepy little pervert. Tali growled and gripped her treasure even tighter as she scurried away. It didn’t matter, now she could make herself curvier there was no way Shepard could ignore her, another dose and her tits would be easily just as big as Miranda’s. Shepard would have to see how beautiful she was!

Tali giggled happily to herself as she stroked the lid of her salvation’s box. Maybe three more doses would make here bigger than Miranda, bigger than samara even… that would show them!

The door slid open and Tali’s devious cackling was cut short by a surprised squeak. Shepard smiled cheerfully as she stepped into the elevator beside her, tapping in her cabin’s private floor on the interface.

“Going up?” she asked.

“Um… yes… CIC.” Tali managed to force out, clinging the Bovinaid box to her chest so hard the corner dug into her suit.

“Good, I hate how the elevators always prioritize me.” Shepard laughed softly. “I feel awful when some crewman is trying to get down to the cargo bay and I come along and take him all the way up to my cabin instead.”

“It’s alright.” Tali smiled shyly. “We understand… it’s more important you get where you need to go. You’re in command.” She swallowed and steeled herself, forcing her arms down so her plump breasts could breathe. Her new endowments stretched the suit at the front now nicely, before they had been completely flattened, making her look even more flat-chested. Now two soft teardrops of fat pressed forwards, forcing the suit to stretch to accommodate them. No way Shepard could miss these babies, Tali thought, biting her lip and admiring the redhead.

“I guess.” Shepard shrugged, glancing over at Tali suddenly. “Hey, you’re alright, aren’t you? You seemed a little… off, earlier.”

“I’m fine.”

Shepard didn’t seem to believe it any more than Tali did, more frustratingly, she was paying no attention to the fact Tali’s tits had swollen to twice their size since they’d last spoken.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” She said, seeming to look straight through Tali without noticing anything at all. “I’m not just your commander, I’m your friend.”

“I know.” Tali sighed heavily.

Clearly more work was necessary.

-o-o-o-

“Tali, injecting yourself with that substance was foolish the first time.” EDI said, her synthetic voice taking on a worried tone. “But deliberately ignoring the warning label is madness! Please do not…”

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Tali barked, yanking her suit open clasp by clasp as she strode into EDI’s computer core. She threw the box of Bovinaid down on the bench at the far end of the room and tugged her suit wider open to let her tits fall free. She hadn’t had the chance to think about what she was doing; her mind was filled by a red mist of anger that Shepard could be so blind to her obvious infatuation with her.

“Tali that is twice the recommended dosage!” EDI yelped as Tali pressed a pink syringe into each of her breasts and depressed the plungers. A breathless whine passed her lips as she felt the drug flood her system and the throbbing itch of growth begin once again. “It’s been less than an hour since you last took this chemical, this is incredibly reckless!”

“Ffffffuck off.” Tali groaned, bracing herself against the wall and groaning as she felt her breasts swell bigger and bigger. Behind the purple glass of her visor, Tali’s shining silver eyes glowed a faint pink before fading back to normal. “Ooooh.” Tali crumpled as her knees gave out, her legs buckling and dropping her into a heap on the floor.

Her pussy was burning with need between her legs, plump folds soaking with her quim and pressing against the tight fabric containing them. She must have been dripping through her fucking suit!

She sat up with difficulty, the orgasmic tremors sapping her strength working in tandem with the new weight on her chest to drag her down. Her melons were now the size of, well… melons. Fat round purple tits about half the size of Tali’s head. They were heavy and still hot to the touch, so soft she could hardly believe it. She gasped as her fingers sent her flesh squishing and wobbling copiously with a cautious grope.

“Keelah… so fucking fat.” Tali moaned, pinching her nipples and hoisting her udders upwards. The tiny purple nubs had grown as well, now about the width and length of her fingernails. As Tali toyed with her nipples, two tiny beads of silver milk bubbled up from her, quickly being spread across Tali’s fingertips and becoming absorbed by her suit’s fabric before she could notice.

She staggered to her feet and grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet and making her new assets dance. Shepard couldn’t ignore her anymore, not with these tits! No one could! Tali bit her lip and stroked her hands over the curve of her bust. Maybe she’d get Shepard nice and jealous to pay her back? There must be plenty of people aboard who would love to get their hands on her now… she could make Shepard regret ever overlooking her!

An unhinged cackle bubbled up from inside Tali as she imagined herself in Samara’s arms, the gorgeous old asari adoringly stroking her stomach as Tali sat in her lap. She would reach back and toy with her lover’s chin as the justicar fed her grapes through the interface port, her other palm rolling over the tattooed ass of Jack. The bald punk would naturally be far less restrained than Samara, her slender fingers squeezing Tali’s tits whenever she could as the three of them cuddled close, ignoring Shepard as she whined and watched from across the room, wishing she hadn’t been such a fool.

She would have the entire crew in the palm of her hand! Loved by every last one of them! She’d never be lonely again!

“Tali… your vitals are very troubling!” EDI called for the fifth time, her simulated voice finally getting the daydreaming Quarian’s attention. “Tali!”

“Shut up!” Tali growled, balling her fists. “Shut your stupid mouth you worthless machine! If I hear another fucking word from you I swear I’ll destroy you!”

“Tali the drug is changing your neurochemistry incredibly aggressively!” EDI said desperately. “Your body is being altered to crave this compound as we speak!”

“I said shut up!”

“Commander Shepard, medical emergency iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” EDI’s voice died out as Tali slashed her omni-tool’s blade across the entire wall of computer banks holding her consciousness.

Tali panted for breath, watching the sparking ruin with satisfaction before shouting and slashing it again. A maniacal laugh burst from her as she stabbed and tore and smashed the computers, turning EDI’s hardware into a smoking ruin of mangled metal and severed wires.

It wouldn’t take long for Shepard to come running to find out what had happened to EDI, she had to leave, fast. Tali snarled and punched a small explosive charge into one of the craters she’d made, snatching up her Bovinaid and sprinting out of the door. It was lucky no one was around to see her escape, her evil giggle as she detonated the explosive would have been difficult to explain.

-o-o-o-

It took all of Tali’s patience to wait for the heat to die down before making her move. The entire crew had been panicking over the loss of EDI, trying to restore her and figure out what had happened, including Tali herself. She’d enjoyed the confused looks she’d gotten thanks to her new tits as she pretended to help, but sadly the chaos had stopped anyone from inquiring about them, or propositioning her as she knew they must have wanted to.

After hours of cleaning up her own tracks, she had sneaked up to Shepard’s cabin and bared her chest, toying with her big fat titties as she waited for her beloved to arrive. It took a little while, but eventually the soft hiss of opening doors met her ears and she smiled.

“Hello there Shepard.” Tali said, trying her best to sound seductive.

“Hey Tali, I’m sorry it took so long to come up.” Jane’s voice replied with a weary sigh, the sound of boots on the steps accompanied by the quiet rustling of a jacket being opened up. “What’s going on is insane, but I meant what I said when I told you I’m here for you.”

“It’s alright.” Tali hummed, “Have you found anything?”

“Well, it looks like something inside of her hardware exploded, based on the shrapnel pattern. I’ve got everyone not trying to fix her trying to figure out if this was a malfunction and a component overheated, or whether this was sabotage.” Jane shrugged to herself.

Tali smiled with victory, turning around and pressing her forearms together, pushing the copious purple flesh of her new chest to further prominence. “I just wanted to ask you something personal.”

She pouted as she saw Jane was facing away from her, placing her jacket on her table and running a hand through her hair. She looked amazing, as always, a post-workout sheen of sweat making her freckled face glow. Her strong, muscular arms would feel so comforting around Tali’s waist, the Quarian was certain, those calloused hands would hold her with such tenderness…

“Oh, what is it?” Shepard said, turning around and freezing like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Tali’s new breasts, her cheeks, already flushed from exercise, burned even darker. Tali beamed with delight and gave herself a wiggle for good measure, making her newly plumped udders jiggle and shake back and forth. Her round, plum nipples stood happily to attention, tingling in the cool air, begging for attention.

“What do you think?” Tali asked softly, tweaking her nipples between her fingers, pulling the flesh of her breasts upwards before letting them fall again.

Shepard spun on her heel and clapped a hand over her eyes. “Jesus Christ Tali!”

Tali’s smile faltered. “Wh… what?”

“What are you doing!?”

“I… I…”

Shepard planted a hand on the table, staring up at the ceiling. “Put those away, now.”

“But… but I…” Tali whimpered before sadly squeezing her new assets back into her suit. She struggled with the clasps for a moment, her tits pressing defiantly outwards and forcing her to stretch the suit’s fabric as far as it could possibly go before the clasps locked and sealed.

“Are you insane?” Shepard asked, finally turning back around. “What the fuck was that? You can’t be out of your suit! Why would you risk death to flash me! Fucking hell, why would you flash me at all!?”

“I… I thought… you might… like to see.” Tali mumbled. “Don’t you like them?”

“Why would I… Tali what were you thinking?” Jane threw up her hands.

“You… you like big boobs, don’t you?” Shepard’s brows shot up and Tali felt her cheeks burning with humiliation. “You always say I’m cute and adorable and sweet… you never take me seriously, you… you never look at me like a woman, like someone you might want to… be with.”

Shepard sighed heavily and pinched her brow. “How?” she breathed, gesturing uncomfortably to the straining fabric of Tali’s chest. “How did you do this?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Tali sniffed, pushing past her and making for the doors.

“Tali, get back here!” Shepard barked. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Tali reached the doors and punched the interface, marching forwards as the doors slid open and coming almost nose-to-nose with Miranda. The stunned Cerberus officer yelped in surprise, only to grunt as Tali pushed past her roughly.

“Get out of my way!” Tali said shrilly, dashing for the elevator, her massive teats bouncing and quaking disgracefully as she hurriedly tapped at the screen.

“Tali!” Shepard exclaimed, reaching the doorway with Miranda beside her. “Tali don’t run away from me!” The last thing the humiliated Quarian saw before the steel doors slid shut was Miranda taking Shepard’s arm, a concerned look on her face.

-o-o-o-

In the deck below, a Quarian fist smacked into the smooth metal wall of the women’s bathroom with a dull cracking sound and a muffled whimper of pain from its owner. Tali swore and cradled her hand, sinking down the wall and sobbing with humiliation.

It wasn’t fair, after everything she’d done, everything she’d sacrificed, everything she’d tried to change to gain Shepard’s affection, the stupid redheaded bitch had still rejected her! She still thought that a big-titty bimbo terrorist could make her happier than Tali. She still thought that Miranda, that cold-hearted, skin-tight suit-wearing skank, would be a better lover than her!

Tali swore and hit the shiny bathroom wall again.

Shepard was shallow, that was the problem. She was amazing and strong and beautiful and wonderful and so fucking shallow! Why would she consider Tali as a lover when Miranda was dangling off her arm? A pouty bimbo whose clothes were already half-off was easy to enjoy, she could peel that stupid whorish suit off Miranda’s slutty curves at any time and drain herself into her greedy cunt. But Tali? No. With Tali she’d have to take medicines and be careful, have to wait between lovemakings so Tali could recuperate, have to patiently unclasp each bio-locked seal of her suit before enjoying her.

Miranda was easy, Tali needed effort and patience, of course Shepard would choose the former.

Tali groaned and looked down at her inflated chest. She’d been so stupid thinking that making her tits big enough to match Miranda would be enough for her to compete. Being equally top-heavy didn’t change a damn thing about the increased effort Shepard would have to go to if she was going to take Tali as her lover.

What Tali really needed to do was to tip the scales further.

Miranda’s tits were big, but Tali could be bigger.

With Bovinaid she could always be bigger.

The answer was clear, the answer she should have seen from the beginning.

More.

The answer was always more.

Tali practically tore the lid of the box open and plucked two fresh syringes out. Her fingers unclasped her suit clumsily, anger and impatience making her fingers shake as they fumbled with each lock. Her glorious purple udders rolled free into the air and made her coo. She paused, hands shaking, enjoying the cool air caress her melons before snarling, stabbing each syringe into the soft lavender flesh.

Before the pleasure of her expansion could even begin she’d pressed another two syringes into herself, followed by another two, then four, then eight.

As Tali’s breasts began to explode outwards their owner gurgled and fell forwards, spewing her quim over the floor as her fat ass jerked and shook. She couldn’t think anymore, her need was overwhelming. She rode an eternal orgasm, spraying her arousal with such force that it soaked right through her suit and made a puddle on the metal floor.

She howled and moaned, tongue lolling as she lost her sanity, a slow stream of silver milk beginning to ooze from her nipples, quickly growing steadier and stronger until two creamy waterfalls were pouring from her still-growing udders.

“Mooo.” Tali groaned happily before her eyes landed on the box of Bovinaid and the last of her sanity made a final stand. Her first instinct was to snatch them up and drink down every last drop of precious corrupting nectar, but then her thoughts turned to Miranda.

She wouldn’t take Tali stealing Shepard away from her lying down. She’d want revenge! And if she learned the source of Tali’s victory she would try to take the Bovinaid for herself! Tali growled to herself, suddenly determined, and hauled her top-heavy body forwards towards the nearest toilet.

Her tits were the size of beachballs by the time she reached the bowl, spewing a small lake of milk over the bathroom floor that mixed with the tart clear fluid of her bliss. Tali snapped open a handful of syringes and grinned as the glowing pink liquid vanished into the water below. With eyes now glowing brightly the same pink she watched disappear as it was diluted, Tali reached for another handful of Bovinaid, determined to destroy it, before slumping forwards unconscious.

As Tali lay sprawled over the floor, her breasts continued to grow and grow and grow.

It would be some time before anyone found her, and when they did there was no telling what state the poor, once sweet and svelte girl would be in.

-o-o-o-

The next morning, Tali awoke to the most beautiful voice she’d ever heard calling her name.

Her eyes fluttered open and slowly focussed on the metal floor of the bathroom and a single abandoned vial of Bovinaid lying just beyond something big and purple and squishy.

“Huuhh.” She slurred, glowing eyes blinking and taking the long, arduous journey from the floor up to the redhead knelt beside her. Shepard knelt down and cautiously waved her hand in front of her face.

“Tali… Tali are you ok?”

“Mhooouu.” Tali lowed, still unclear what the vague red-headed shape in front of her was.

“What has she done to herself?” Miranda whispered. “Good god look at her.”

“Mhooo.” Tali moaned again, eyes slowly focussing on Shepard. Her lips twisted into a mindless smile.

“Tali… what have you done?” Jane asked, “How did you get like this?”

“She has injected multiple doses of a foreign chemical compound into herself.” EDI said from above. “Doctor, I need an analysis if I am to reverse what it has done to her.”

“Of course.” Doctor Chakwas nodded, wincing as she was forced to step over Tali’s inflated breasts to reach the only vial of Bovinaid left after Tali’s desperate destruction of her addictive treasure. Each titanic udder could have comfortably fit a full-grown person inside with room to spare, the massive squishy pad of flesh spread out beneath Tali like two fleshy beanbags.

Tali jerked suddenly, hands reaching up and grabbing Shepard by the wrists. “Noooooo.” She whined, rolling forwards on her monstrous udders and falling against Jane’s chest. “Mooooore!”

“Tali snap out of it!” Jane snapped, pushing her away only for Tali to moan again, a fresh gush of silver milk pouring from her distended nipples as her weight shifted back onto the massive mammaries. “How much did she take?”

“The box is empty.” Miranda replied, picking the crumpled package off the ground and looking over it. “It’s called ‘Bovinaid.’ A breast-enhancement formula. God, it says not to take more than one vial in 24 hours, did she take them all!?”

“Mooooore!” Tali groaned pleadingly. “M…mmoooo…. Moooore!”

“Commander she’s showing signs of withdrawal.” Chakwas said nervously, scanning Tali’s ruined form with her omni-tool. “Whatever this Bovinaid is, it’s highly addictive.”

“Can she go cold-turkey?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Chakwas shook her head. “Her body is… it’s almost become dependent on the drug. Cutting her off could send her into shock at best, at worst it might kill her. We could try to wean her off it if we had more…”

“MOOOOOOOOORE!” Tali howled, wiggling her ass insistently. The movement shifted her weight further and yet more spurts of milk splattered the ground, as well as Shepard’s pants. The redhead winced and stepped back, trying to brush the pearly liquid off. “Want… m… mooooore.”

“Can we get her more?” She asked.

“Mooore!” Tali nodded eagerly. “Sh… Shepard… gimme… gimme mooore?”

“I have already found the extranet site where she procured it.” EDI said slowly. “It is highly suspect, were we not looking at the results of the formula I would not believe it was anything more than a scam.”

“Get her some.” Shepard sighed, rubbing her fingers together to spread the sweet silver liquid over her skin. She blinked and glanced over at Miranda. “Where’s the nearest port?”

“Omega.” Miranda sniffed. “There’ll be some there, no doubt about it.”

Shepard nodded and stood back, looking down heartbroken at Tali’s bloated form. “Why would she do this?”

“I don’t know, Shepard.” EDI said gently. “She was not thinking clearly… if I had contacted you earlier, before she had a chance to destroy my hardware, perhaps I could have prevented this.”

“Can you navigate us with only your backup?”

EDI sighed. “My emergency server has enough processing power to chart a course and get us to Omega, but my advanced protocols and combat systems are unavailable until my hardware is repaired.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to be careful.” Shepard breathed, kneeling again and brushing some sweaty hair out of Tali’s grinning face. “Maybe she could still recover?”

“If she does, maybe we could even try to engineer a cure out this Bovinaid.” Miranda said comfortingly, putting her hand on Shepard’s shoulder. “If only freeing her of her suit didn’t come with such a high price.”

“Let’s… let’s move her up to my cabin. She can have some privacy there.” Shepard said sadly.

“You can stay in my room.” Miranda smiled.

If Tali had still be sane, her blood might have boiled, but as Miranda and Shepard draped a blanket over her and struggled to haul her towards the door, she simply smiled and mooed to herself.

Deep in the bowls of the Normandy, thirty doses of Bovinaid were carried through the water reclamation system without tripping the chemical contaminant sensors. They poured into the great water reservoir that fed the Normandy and spread instantly through the entire ship, diluted, but just as effective.

It wouldn’t be long before Tali wasn’t alone in her corrupted fate.

-o-o-o-

“Goddess… I cannot believe how… addicted I have allowed myself to become.” Samara groaned, pulling her lips away from Tali’s teat for a moment before greedily returning to suckle. “So… shameful… if anyone were to know… my life as a justicar would be forfeit.”

“Who fuckin’ cares?” Jack grunted, pulling herself away and wiping her lips. “Fuck this shit is delicious.”

“Mooo.” Tali smiled happily, enjoying the hungry suckling, the gentle caress of lips and the urgent tugging of teeth on her inch-long nipples. She turned her head, biting her lip as Ashley’s thrusts grew in pace, the soft, wet slapping of her hips as she pounded into Tali’s sopping cunt filling the room. “Gimme… more?”

Samara paused her feast, glancing at the open crate full of glowing pink vials. Clearly her morality was battling with her greed for more addictive milk, but before either her duty or her lust could win out, Jack snatched up a fresh tube and pressed it into Tali’s quivering breast.

Tali’s lashes fluttered happily as the corrupting nectar flooded her bloodstream, her eyes glowed pink for a moment before returning to their normal silver. The broken Quarian sighed and rested her head on her arms, blissfully relaxing atop her own tits as Ashley gasped and blew her load inside her.

It had been a week since the Normandy had left Omega, with EDI held together with tape and two massive crates of Bovinaid stored in the hold. With every passing day the crew had noticed their bodies changing, tits swelling, cocks growing, minds getting foggier and foggier. As the doses of Bovinaid in the water slowly moved into the blood of the crew, the addiction began to take its toll.

Suddenly everyone needed a fresh fix, and the first crate of Bovinaid vanished almost overnight. Shepard had hidden the remains almost immediately, but that had only forced the crew to seek out the only other source of the drug on the ship: Tali herself.

Chakwas had been the first to discover it, testing a vial of Tali’s milk, only to find it teeming with the same chemicals that made up the nectar she craved. After downing the vial, it hadn’t been long until the once prim and proper doctor had been suckling from Tali’s nipple like a babe, fingering herself like a depraved whore as she gorged herself.

By the end of that same day, every woman aboard had been fighting to drink from Tali. By the next morning, they couldn’t resist the urge to fuck her, to breed her, and force her to make more and more addictive milk.

Now, a week later, there wasn’t a soul aboard the Normandy who wasn’t on the brink of insanity, craving sex and milk, barely able to string a thought together before sticking their cock in someone or bending over and presenting like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck.” Ashley groaned, clinging to the fat purple cheeks she’d been ploughing for the past half-hour for support. “I’m still… so hard.” She gripped her shaft tightly, as if trying to strangle its lust in a worthless bid to soften the achingly hard pole, before pressing it back against Tali’s sopping purple petals.

“N… no, it’s my turn!” Samara snapped, tearing herself away from Tali’s nipple and pushing Ashley aside. “Take her mouth if you must… but I need her azure!” Ashley grunted reluctantly, erection still painfully hard, but didn’t fight as Samara yanked her suit’s zipper down to her crotch and freed her throbbing pillar of blue cockmeat.

“Ooooh.” Tali sighed as Samara violently thrust inside her. “M… mooo!”

“EDI… please… where’s the cure?” Ashley whined, scrambling over Tali’s outstretched leg and Jack to reach the ruined Quarian’s face. “I… I can’t take much more of this!”

Before she’d even had the opportunity to press her cock between Tali’s waiting lips, the Quarian had wiggled forwards and eagerly inhaled her pole, cheeks sucking concave as she swirled her tongue with delight. Ashley let out a breathless squeak and grasped Tali’s head tight, fucking her face with desperate need until strands of spit were flying from the girl’s pillowy lips.

“Progress is slow.” EDI admitted sadly. “Doctor Chakwas is having difficulty remaining focussed on the task at hand.”

“Tight.” Samara whispered, eyes screwed shut as she thrust forwards to gurgles of bliss and the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh. “EDI… you must cure Tali soon, or we shall all be lost. I… I can still repent… beg forgiveness from my sisters, b… but not if I don’t… stop… fucking this… pussy!” she moaned heavily and bent her head, her pace increasing to a frantic, feral rate.

“Moooo!” Tali squealed, Ashley’s cock popping free of her mouth as she was rocked back and forth. Her udders sprayed milk messily over the floor and over Jack, who remained determinedly locked onto her right teat, drinking greedily as her cock pulsed between her legs.

“Breeeed.” Ashley moaned, grabbing Tali by the ears and choking her with her cock.

“Breeeeeeeeed!” Samara sobbed in agreement, eyes rolling as her balls tightened and she pumped yet more steaming-hot sperm deep into Tali’s waiting womb.

“Muh, breed.” Jack grunted, pulling away from Tali’s nipple and receiving a face-full of gushing milk. she staggered to her feet and rammed her cock against Tali’s already-stretched lips, forcing her pole inside the husk of a Quarian alongside Ashley’s to much moaning from both of them.

“Commander Shepard.” EDI said quickly as the three women continued to ravage Tali. “Please come and relieve Ashley, Jack and Samara. The effects are beginning to overcome them.”

“So soon?” Shepard asked over the comm, exhaustion evident in her voice.

“The addiction is growing in potency.” EDI explained. “We must find a cure soon or all of the crew will be beyond saving. It may be time to abandon quarantine and seek help from the Alliance.”

“No… no we can’t risk this addiction spreading.” Shepard mumbled. “Kelly and Kasumi haven’t been in today; we can let them in for an hour or two.”

“Commander, the entire crew is growing insatiable. You yourself haven’t been able to go without masturbation or sex for more than two hours… if we do not stop this the ship will be lost.”

“No shit.” Shepard grunted, shutting off her comm. EDI sighed, watching as the redhead returned to pumping into Miranda’s plumpened form as gently as she could stand to do. “Just… just a few minutes longer, I just need to cum one more time.”

“J.. Jaaaane.” Miranda whined from beneath her, massive fat ass jiggling and clapping as she twerked herself back against her lover. “D… don’t stop… I want your babies.”

“I know baby… I know.” Jane grunted, shifting her weight and picking up her pace. “Don’t worry… I’m gonna take care of you.”

“M… mooo.” Miranda mumbled, eyes glowing slightly pink as she took one of Jane’s pillows between her teeth and rocked her swollen buttocks back against her stud’s pounding thrusts. Shepard groaned in agreement, egged on by her mate’s lowing coos, and followed her instincts, blowing a thick, potent pint of sperm deep into Miranda’s newly restored womb.

It wouldn’t be long until Miranda joined Tali as food-source and fuck-meat for the entire crew.

Not long at all.

-o-o-o-

In the dense jungle of Tantus 3 a single, silver spire stood out amongst the greenery. The sun had barely crested over the canopy when the lowing started, the soft, crooning moos of broken women in complete bliss. The sound carried over the buzz of insect life and the chatter of birds, and was soon joined by the low, gruff voices of the silver spire’s other inhabitants.

Under what had been the port wing of the SSV Normandy SR2, four huge, bloated shapes cried out to their mates. The largest and least recognisable creature bore no resemblance to the woman she had once been. Even if someone had seen Tali ’Zorah out of her suit before her transformation, there would have been no recognising what she had become.

Each of the Quarian’s once cute and petite breasts were large enough for her entire body to rest upon without her feet touching the ground, huge, soft, milk-filled cushions the size of boulders and squishy like waterbeds. Tali’s hair had grown wild, a tangled mane of aubergine curls that would have trailed down onto the soft mossy floor had her mates not braided it into thick, fat sausages. Her eyes glowed a perpetual fuchsia, illuminating her insane grin and the thin strings of spit that dangled from her chin.

Between where her monstrous udders joined her chest and where her elephantine ass wiggled and shook with idle boredom, a truly massive belly lay nestled in the impenetrable cleavage Tali lived atop. Bovinaid might have ruined Tali, destroyed her mind and turned her into a feral broodmare, but it had ultimately given her exactly what she’d wanted. In her womb, half a dozen children lay waiting to be born, at least one of which belonged to one Jane Shepard.

Had Tali still had the senses enough to be capable of jealousy, she might have resented the broodmother on her left, the pale, ruined form of Miranda Lawson. Like Tali she was more breast than woman, a slender torso and pretty head balancing on two horrifically huge tits and an incredibly pregnant stomach. Her once-pale blue eyes glowed pink too and looked hopefully to the gaping hole in the Normandy’s hull as she mooed and moaned for her mates.

Behind the two bloated forms of the former Normandy crew’s premiere broodmothers, lay the other two breeding machines Bovinaid had created. Kelly chambers giggled and lowed to herself, rocking on her udders as the morning breeze caressed her naked flesh. Her thatch of ginger hair had been braided with small flowers, a sweet token of affection from the animal who had been Samantha Traynor, who still considered the broodmare her favourite.

Whilst three of the four broodmothers mooed for the rest of their tribe, the fourth lay in contentment atop her breasts and hummed to herself. Karin Chakwas had once been a doctor now she was only vaguely a woman. She was the Asari’s favoured breeding tool and enjoyed every second of her rest-time. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being fucked at all hours, she craved cock just as much as her sisters, but given the bruises her bloated body had after the asari had finished with her, she appreciated the opportunity to rest. Liara and Samara were by far the most abundant studs thanks to their heritage, and as such Chakwas’ belly was almost the size of her breasts, packed with no less than twelve young asari daughters waiting to join the pack. It was ironic, most of the crew had avoided Chakwas as a mate, thinking her age would make her a poor breeder, they should have had faith that if Bovinaid could transform alien and infertile wombs into bountiful baby-makers, it would have no trouble making a perfect broodmare of a womb only slightly past it’s prime.

“Moooooooooo.” Tali called out, her eyes lighting up as a shuffling met her ears, emanating from the jagged hole that had been torn into the Normandy.

“Hrrrn.” A low growl came, as Jane Shepard emerged from the dark. Her mane of red hair was matched beneath each arm and across her pulsing cock. Her mighty breasts heaved with each breath, muscles rippling and pink eyes flashing hungrily as she surveyed her prey. As the broodmothers had become softer and plumper and docile, Shepard and the others had undergone the opposite changes. Shepard’s already muscular body now towered over seven feet tall, her canines had sharpened into vicious fangs, and her cock, always hard and angry, hung between her knees. In the month since the Normandy had crashed, she had been transformed into an apex predator, her viciousness only matched by her libido.

“Breed?” she snarled, padding out of the hole in the Normandy and prowling to Miranda. The broken Australian beamed with delight and stuck out her tongue, wiggling as much as she could on top of her udders as she saw her beloved approach. Shepard growled softly and sucked on Miranda’s tongue before tenderly kissing her sweat-licked forehead. “Prrrrrettty.” She murmured. “Mirrrri… prrrrettty.”

“Mooooo.” Miranda nodded in agreement. “M… mooo.”

“Prrretty Mirrrri needs brrrreeedin’.” Shepard smiled, baring her fangs. She dropped onto her haunches and quickly made her way to Miranda’s rump, digging her face into the thatch of black curls that grew wild over her cow’s cunt and teasing her eager folds with her tongue.

As Miranda squealed and panted with pleasure, the growls of more former crew came from the Normandy, and one by one, the newly awoken women joined their chieftain.

“Mooo!” Tali sang happily as Ashley took her into a kiss, thrusting her cock forwards into the Quarian’s cleavage as she waited for Jack to finish behind. The tattooed feral growled and lined her monstrous horsecock up with Tali’s hairy cunt and stabbed herself inside with a howl of victory. The clapping of flesh joined the mooing and squeaks in drowning out the soft noise of the forest.

As Chakwas was brutally spit-roasted between Liara and Samara, and Kelly lovingly fellated Traynor, Miranda and Tali lowed with happiness as they were once again treated to their only real joy in life, a cunt full of cock.

Tali burbled wetly as Ashley let loose with the first volley of sperm of the day, happily swilling the thick, potent spunk about before swallowing her breakfast. She sighed and nibbled her lip, eyeing Shepard as she viciously pounded into Miranda’s reddened ass.

As Jack and Ashley squabbled and barked at one another for access to her cunt, ultimately ploughing their cocks into each of her eager holes, she sighed and mooed to herself. Somewhere in the back of her broken little mind, she knew something was wrong, that her massive body was an abomination, and her shattered psyche was a tragedy. Another part of her didn’t give a flying fuck.

She was naked in the sun, with a tribe full of lovers and a belly full of babies. Shepard was her lover, and her tits were larger than any other woman in history. It was everything she’d ever wanted, more or less.

So what if she’d thrown away everything she’d ever valued to get there? She would lie in the sun and fuck and milk and breed for the rest of her life, the broodqueen of her own little paradise.

Who could ask for more?