TW: Transformation, pregnancy, mind control, mild body horror.
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“Incoming message, QAB priority channel.”
Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy glanced up from her workbench, the glimmer of her solder dying down across her glossy purple visor.
“Priority channel?” she frowned, setting down her tools and scooting her chair over to where the nearest console was glimmering. Her quick fingers danced across the keyboard, entering in her identity and passcodes in a matter of seconds.
Messages were constantly coming across Tali’s digital desk, she was an admiral of the Quarian Flotilla after all, and that meant meetings and paperwork, especially now the war was over. Whilst her colleagues were the more experienced and, honestly, more interested politicians, Tali still had her fair share of busywork. These days she actually appreciated it though.
The war was won, the fight she’d spent her entire adult life preparing for was over, and Tali was feeling listless. With the mass relays destroyed all the survivors of the allied fleet that had battled the reapers were stranded on Earth. For a few months it had been chaos, billions dead and billions of alien soldiers stuck on a strange world had made for a volatile situation, but once things had settled down to rebuilding she had been left without much to do.
She was a fighter and a tinkerer, and the fight was over. So she tinkered, and helped where she could, and hoped that one day soon the mass relays would be repaired and she could go and build the home she had promised herself on Rannoch.
The Normandy had only just cleared Earth’s orbit a matter of hours ago, her fellow admirals had been more than able to come and speak to her in person, so why was one of them sending her a message on the highest security channel in the Quarian Flotilla?
Ah.
Admiral Xen.
Tali pursed her lips as she opened the message. Xen was always secretive and unscrupulous, her obsession with scientific advancement seemingly not bound by any morals or ethics beyond ‘improving’ the Quarian race. With Rannoch reclaimed Tali had wondered if Xen might mellow, it didn’t seem she had.
Her fellow admiral’s helmeted head appeared on the interface, her purple visor the only splash of colour on her otherwise monochromatic suit.
“Admiral Tali’Zorah, apologies for the interruption to whatever vital tasks are keeping you hidden away aboard the Normandy.” Xen drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm, “But my research has recently born fruit and your position has suddenly become ideal to assist me in a critical area.”
Tali sighed heavily.
“I’m sure your own projects are immensely important, but mine are key to the survival of our very species, so I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a data package to properly convey the vitality of my work.”
“Egomaniacal Bosh’tet.” Tali grumbled, rolling her eyes as the data automatically uploaded into her suit and began to pop up on her visor. “What could possibly be so important that aaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!”
A cacophony of noise and a kaleidoscope of colour exploded into the inside of Tali’s helmet, blinding and deafening her with so much stimulation she could almost feel her brain screaming out in protest. Her complaints melted into a breathless, guttural howl of agony as her lungs burned and her mouth hung open, her entire being consumed by the intensity of the patterns being pumped into her skull.
Stunned and helpless, Tali tumbled backwards out of her seat, landing heavily and twitching on the ground as Xen’s data was installed directly into her blazing cortex. It felt like her hair had been set on fire, like she was being dunked head-first into acid!
And then it was over.
Tali clambered back to her feet, leaning heavily over the desk and gasping for breath. Tears streamed down her face from her burning eyes, being quickly dabbed up by tiny waldos built into the interior of her suit, but leaving her cheeks hot and sticky.
“Keelah… my head…” she whimpered, clutching the metal shell containing her as if it might help the pounding headache. It didn’t, and she spent the next minute or so hunched over with her head in her hands, breathing heavily as the pain began to fade.
At last, a second trill came from the interface.
“Incoming message. QAB priority channel.”
Tali’s hand jerked forwards on instinct, entering her credentials and opening the message in a blink the eye.
Once again, Xen’s face popped up, but this time Tali was silent and attentive as her colleague began to speak.
“Apologies for the discomfort, Tali.” Xen began, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “But our mission is too important to risk your… conflicted loyalties. The Quarian people must come first, now more than ever.”
“Yes.” Tali mumbled quietly, nodding her head.
“Once Rannoch was reclaimed I turned my attention to ensuring that our people could rebuild and fortify our claim before any other groups could try to take our world from us again. To that end, I began developing solutions to the greatest threat facing us: our population. We cannot hold Rannoch when aliens outnumber us a hundred to one, no matter how advanced our technology is. Simply put, we need to start having babies, immediately.”
“That… makes sense.” Tali nodded again, speaking mostly to herself.
“The number of fertile Quarian females was dangerously low even before we entered the battle with the Reapers, now, we are on the brink of extinction. Without radical breeding programmes the Quarian species will die off before we can even reach Rannoch to reunite with our brothers and sisters.” Xen continued, the relevant graphs and data projections all popping up beside her as she monologued.
Tali couldn’t deny they were troubling, but the idea of introducing breeding programs for their people made her uneasy. Of course she would be more than happy to do her womanly duty and breed as many healthy young Quarian boys and girls as she possibly could, but just how would they convince anyone else to go along with such an unsavoury survival strategy? And even then, with so few Quarian women, even if they each gave birth to a dozen babies, how many generations would it take before the gene pool became too insular to be viable?
“The solution to this crisis is twofold. One, all fertile Quarian women must begin conceiving as many children as they physically can. I’ve taken the liberty of drafting optimal genetic pairings for the entire flotilla, as well as potential social and economic incentives to encourage productivity.” Xen explained, once again gesturing to the vast reams of data and projections she’d compiled that were, even to Tali, mostly incomprehensible.
The older admiral cleared her throat, seeming to hesitate nervously for just an instant before continuing. Tali thought it was odd. Xen was never anything but confident, what could she be about to suggest that she thought Tali would object to? The situation was so dire Tali was willing to consider just about anything her colleague proposed at this point.
“Two… we must increase the number of fertile female Quarians directly.”
Tali frowned, confused, and watched as a schematic of a Quarian helmet appeared beside Xen.
“This is a Mother Hood. I have designed it to solve this issue, but its deployment must be carefully handled. Myself and our fellow Admirals have begun installing them at key locations on Earth, but your mission is just as vital. The crew of the SSV Normandy are galactic heroes, if they oppose us public sentiment will make our task all but impossible. Follow the instructions provided. A shipment of enough units was delivered to The Normandy prior to your departure, deploy them and return to Admiralty HQ for impregnation and further instructions.”
Tali looked over the schematics and took in a deep breath. She understood what needed to be done, her people had to come first, no matter what.
It was for the best, she was sure everyone would understand.
-o-o-o-
For Miranda Lawson, the end of the war had by no means been the end to her stress. Cerberus may have been largely destroyed, but the fanatical remnants were already trying to reunify and continue what The Illusive Man had started. Not to mention, news of her father’s death seemed to have finally reached his associates back home. Now a half dozen mercenary and private security groups were on her trail, a final failsafe Henry had left behind should his daughter ever catch up to him.
To make matters worse, Oriana was stranded halfway across the galaxy and Miranda had no way of contacting her, or any of the other refugees she and a few other Cerberus turncoats had managed to smuggle away.
It had been a long day, even before The Normandy had left the makeshift port they had been based out of for the past months. So many damaged ships and next to nowhere to land, refuel, or repair them had necessitated new dockyards be hastily erected wherever there was space. The one in question was just a few clicks northeast of what had once been Adelaide.
Miranda hadn’t had much of an opportunity to see if anything was left of her old home town, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t need to see her former home razed to the ground, even if never had been much of a home in the first place.
The Normandy had been a home, surprisingly enough. A cabin on a warship had made her more comfortable than a suite in a mansion, simply because it was hers, and hers alone.
Even that had changed though.
Since her departure Liara had moved in to Miranda’s old office, transforming the space into a dark, cramped area well suited for her clandestine operations, but a far cry from the neat, homey room Miranda had considered home. Now that Liara was sharing Shepard’s bed permanently, she had no need of the cabin, and so Miranda had reclaimed it, only to find the comfort it had once given her was long, long gone.
The Cerberus superwoman let out a quiet, exhausted sigh and brushed some black hair out of her face, squinting down at her terminal disapprovingly. She was a gorgeous woman, something she was fully aware of and quite proud of, but she felt like death. She needed to sleep, needed to relax, and honestly, needed a good fuck.
None of that seemed to be on the menu.
And just to make her feel even worse, Gabby Daniels was pregnant.
That made four crewmates now. Since the end of the war people had done what people do when they survive the impossible: they celebrated, they got married, they made babies.
She’d forced out more congratulations and polite smiles at newlyweds and expecting mothers than she cared to count over the past few months, and the worst part was she understood exactly how they felt. That excitement, that joy, that thrill of bringing a new life into the galaxy, she knew how it glowed, and she knew she would never get to feel the same.
Miranda sighed and stretched, arching her back and tensing her arms above her head. Her plump pale breasts strained against her skin-tight white suit as her spine cracked appreciatively, her gigantic backside wiggling slightly as she groaned and tried to enjoy the satisfaction.
She could have any man she wanted, but none of them could give her what she truly desired: a family, a child, a normal life.
Wham!
Miranda shouted in alarm as suddenly her vision turned purple, something big and dark and metallic slamming down over her head. She raised her hands, trying to pry whatever it was off her, but with a hydraulic hiss and a mechanical click, she felt a collar snap shut around her neck.
She spun, biotic light glowing around her fists as she rounded to face whoever had attacked her, only to pause in surprise as she saw Tali looking at her expectantly with her glowing silver eyes.
“Tali!? What in god’s name do you think you’re doing? What is this thing? Get it off!” she snapped, breath fogging the glossy purple glass now covering her face. Her voice sounded strange, filtered through speakers and coming out with a slightly synthetic tone, one instantly familiar to someone who had spent so much time beside a Quarian.
She reached up again and gripped the fabric covering the helmet, trying to rip it off to no avail.
“Get this damn helmet off me!”
“It’s ok, Miranda. Just relax, it’ll be worth it I promise.” Tali cooed, taking a step back as Miranda swung a fist towards her. With the thick visor distorting her vision and the unfamiliar weight pulling her off balance, Miranda’s punch was no threat to Tali, but she tapped a button on her omni-tool all the same. “Just wait, drink it in and you’ll understand!”
“Drink what? Tali what the fuck are you playing at?” Miranda snarled, trying to find any latch or seam or mechanism to release the metal now encasing her head. As she struggled something warm and wet splattered against her lips. She squeaked and rolled her eyes down as far as she could, vaguely seeing two small tubes amongst the tech cluttering the inside of the helmet, now pumping out a thick purple liquid into her face. Her gasp of surprise let a little spray into her mouth, it had a thick, vaguely fruity flavour, but with an unpleasant metallic aftertaste. “Bleah! What is that!?”
“It’s for the best. Just drink!” Tali encouraged her, gently taking her wrists and pulling her hands away from the helmet. Miranda struggled, but it was getting hard to breathe inside the helmet and she was suddenly feeling weak from more than just fatigue.
“Mm nm!” Miranda grunted, locking her jaw and staring down in alarm as the purple fluid began to slowly pool at the base of the helmet, rising more by the second. She struggled weakly against Tali’s grip, but it was useless, she was so feeble, so breathless. Her body screamed at her to suck in a massive lungful of air, but the liquid was over her chin now, almost at her lips.
Then it was over her mouth, her nostrils flared desperately, her eyes wide and panicked as the goo rose, and rose, and rose, until she was completely submerged.
Miranda tried to hold her breath, she really did, but after a few agonising moments she couldn’t take another second. Her lips burst open, a huge, desperate gasp drawing in a mouthful of the thick, strange-tasting liquid. It poured into her, filled her completely, as her desperate need for air forced her to swallow and swallow mouthful after mouthful until at last her gasping mouth was above the surface again.
“Haah, huh… wh… what are you… doing to… m… meee!?” she sobbed, a heat beginning to glow from her stomach where the heavy weight of the purple liquid now sat.
Tali released her wrists and stepped back as Miranda crumpled, legs falling out from underneath her as she slid down the wall and onto her ass, groaning and clutching at the helmet. A strange sound was beginning to fill her ears, a faint, babbling hum she couldn’t quite focus on, especially as the heat in her gut began to spread.
“Ahhhuwwww.” Miranda whined, back arching as her bones began to ache. “Tali… p… pleassse…”
“It’s ok… it’s ok… it’s ok.” Tali moaned in reply, hands working between her thick thighs as she was rewarded for her obedience with another glimmering, hypnotic display on her visor. Xen’s plan was for the best, it would save her people, and everyone would be so happy. She couldn’t wait!
Miranda stared down at herself through the thick purple glass as her entire body began to twitch, then shake, then spasm. She whimpered, watching in horror as her legs jiggled and jerked around, and then, with a quiet popping sound, broke.
There was no pain, in fact it felt wonderful, like stretching after hours and hours of being sat in one place. A faint moan passed Miranda’s lips as her shins bent backwards, sloping outwards, straining against the sleek white material of her bodysuit until it burst around her calves. Her black boots bulged and squeezed painfully around her heels before tearing too, Miranda’s new, wider, flatter feet breaking out into the open air.
Miranda’s eyes went wide as she looked at the pale lilac skin now emerging from her ruined shoes, and the two thick toes that now crowned her feet.
“Wh… what…?” she managed to whine, before an orgasmic wave crashed through her. Her squeal turned from one of pleasure to despair as her shaking hands fell away from the visor. Her fingers tensed and creaked, flexing out as far as they could as if they were trying to pull themselves off her hand, before they too began to shift.
Her ring finger began to push one way, her middle finger the other, mashing tight against the digits on either side in a Vulcan salute. Her gloves strained, before splitting, as Miranda’s fingers fused into two thick purple trunks, trembling with orgasmic aftershocks as Miranda sobbed and panted like a bitch inside her helmet.
Like before the sensation was nothing but pleasurable, a strange sense of satisfaction flowing from her fingers, mingling with the thick, heavy heat burning away inside Miranda’s sopping cunt and aching bosom and full, heavy stomach. Every crack of her bones, every hot, searing morph of her flesh, sent an explosion of pleasure blasting through her, her cunt lighting up, her nipples straining against her bra, as she came over and over again, christening her new body’s every change with never ending orgasms.
“Ouuhgghhh!” Miranda gurgled, cradling her womanhood with her new hands as the amazing, needy heat emanating from her stomach began to throb even more. Waves of warmth and pleasure rolled through her from head to toe, and as Miranda moaned and drooled and came her formidable brains into useless mush, her body began the final stages of its ascension.
Inside her helmet, Miranda’s rolling eyes began to glow from the inside out. Her lips, already stained purple from the serum she had greedily devoured, plumpened and spread their hue over her entire face. Faint black seams began to crack through her forehead, as her hair turned from a sopping ebony mess into a luxurious mane of aubergine curls, all carefully collected and rolled into place by the helmet still pumping pleasant hypnotic patterns into the spasming superwoman.
With each pulse of warmth, a purple stain crept up her skin from the tips of her extremities, her new digitigrade legs spread wide as Miranda’s sopping lilac cunt dampened the front of her ever-tightening suit.
The bulletproof white fabric swelled and strained against Miranda’s body, the tears and rips where her legs and hands had transformed spreading and stretching as she arched her back and moaned with whorish delight.
With a final creak of protest, Miranda’s suit burst open at the chest, her bra obliterated and her massive purple tits bouncing out. Each fat lilac swell of flesh was nearly the size of Miranda’s own head, crowned by an indigo nipple an inch long, erect and aching for attention.
As the chest of her suit was annihilated, so too was the seat of Miranda’s pants, the white fabric’s elasticity pushed far beyond its limits as Cerberus’ most famous ass ballooned outwards into an outrageous bubblebutt that simply couldn’t be contained by human engineering. Miranda’s hips thickened a full inch on either side as her butt inflated, her toned, elegant thighs softening and widening to support their new baby-bearing load.
In instants, the ruins of Miranda’s suit shredded away as its owner’s new body wobbled free into the open air, athleticism and muscle replaced by shameless curves and breeding meat.
Miranda’s purple cunt slathered and gushed, insatiably hungry, as the former human-supremacist stuffed herself with her brand new fingers and began to fuck herself silly.
“Keeeeelaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Tali stared adoringly at the new Quarian woman beneath her, biting her lip as she rode her own orgasm, her reward for her service to the Quarian race. “Oh… Keelah… my pussy feels so empty Miri.”
“W… wanna… wanna dick!” Miri agreed, drooling inside her helmet as her mind was dominated by the need to mate and breed. She pictured Quarian men, lean and strong, their thick purple cocks bouncing and throbbing before her. She wanted nothing in life than to feel one inside her, if there was even a second of the rest of her life that wasn’t spent being stuffed full of Quarian dick it would be a waste! And the babies, Keelah she wanted babies, as many as she possibly could pop out of her gaping new cunt. Once she’d been infertile, resigned to never have the child she’d craved, now she would have hundreds! Thousands! Millions! Until her Quarian children outnumbered the stars themselves!
“Breeeeeed!” Miri howled, cumming as Tali began to strip out of her suit too, body enhanced by Xen’s chemical cocktails just as Miranda’s had been. From now on, fertile Quarian women would need only their helmets to be safe and healthy as they used their bodies for their true purpose: fucking.
“Ahn… yes… yessssss!” Tali groaned in agreement, clambering down onto Miri and locking legs with her. The kiss of their sopping Quarian cunts was blissfully perfect, and soon both purple women were rolling their hips and screaming their lungs out as they scissored in an ever-growing puddle of their arousal.
It was a good thing Liara’s cabin had been totally soundproofed to protect the secrecy of her Shadow Broker business, or else the orgasmic howls of two Quarians would have alerted the entire Normandy crew of the danger they were in. Instead, Tali and Miri made love with feral passion, rubbing and pumping their ravenous cunts raw until, at long last, they fell into an unsatisfied heap.
It was only then that the pair noticed a comm channel to both of them blinking on their HUDs, one they opened immediately and obediently.
“Tali’Zorah Vas Rannoch, Miri’Zorah Vas Rannoch, my readings indicate congratulation are in order.” Xen’s voice purred into their helmets as the admiral appeared before them. Her helmet and cowl were as pristine as ever, but below the neck she was as naked and voluptuous as the panting pair receiving her call. Even more amazingly, beneath Xen’s fat, swollen tits, was a plump pregnant belly that immediately made both younger women drool and sob jealously. “Welcome to the family.”
“Ahhhwuh… I… wanna… have a… babieeeeee.” Miri whined, “Pleeaaase!”
“M… me too… Admiral… I need to be p… pregnant right n… noooow!” Tali nodded in agreement.
“Soon, my love.” A second voice cooed, as a familiar helmeted figure appeared, older than Xen, with titanic drooping udders the size of basketballs, resting heavily over a gigantic pregnant gut and oozing sweet creamy milk over her purple flesh.
“Admiral Raan… you look so… so beautiful.” Tali moaned, torn between delight at seeing her mentor perfected, and seething envy at her massive tits, titanic ass, and swollen womb full of babies.
“Soon you will too, Tali.” Raan promised, tugging on her own teats and milking heavy streams of white down onto her spherical belly.
Xen purred and stroked her own pregnancy fondly. “The container I sent you has enough Mother Hoods for everyone aboard the Normandy, christen everyone and return to New Rannoch, the boys are already eager to welcome you.”
“N… New Rannoch?” Miri asked meekly, still clinging to Tali’s side and stroking her insatiable pussy.
“As of this morning, the continent of Australia has been gifted to the Quarian people as our new homeland, thanks to our new sisters in the Alliance Government.” Xen chuckled, “By the time you arrive, Miri, I expect your beloved Earth will be ours completely. After all, everyone is so much happier now that they’re helping the Quarian Empire repopulate the galaxy!”
“Empire?” Tali asked, nibbling her lip. It felt right, somehow. The Quarian people needed unity, leadership, and Admiral, no, Empress Xen, was the perfect choice to lead them to glory.
“That’s right, Tali, and if you perform well there’s a spot beside my throne for you just like Raan.”
Tali and Miri giggled with glee and clambered to their feet. “We’ll make you proud, Empress!”
Xen’s eyes burned a little brighter behind her mask and she petted her belly, where her royal heirs were growing, ready to inherit the worlds she would conquer for them.
“Good girls, now go, I want Shepard begging at my feet for a Quarian husband by the end of the week.”
“We’ll bring everyone!” Tali promised.
“And then we’ll breed!” Miri sang.
“For you!”
“For the empire!”
“Forever!”