The gates of the palace opened, and there sat it's queen. All of her.
Pale white flesh oozed over the ground, undulating as a dozen or so servants kneaded the soft flesh.
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A face covered in adipose, framed by hair of the purest black, moaned in ecstasy as it was fed delectable treats.
"Yes, yes, yes! More more more! Feed your queen, make me the fattest woman alive!"
The servants were bringing out a massive three layer cake, but that was when the dream ended.
Miranda Lawson awoke to the low humming of the Normandy.
"Fuck, not again."
Why couldn't she dream of the normal things, like saving the galaxy from the collectors, or making the cure for cancer, or even just NORMAL sex dreams.
Miranda was genetically designed to be perfect, from the high sculpted cheekbones, breasts that were just slightly more than a handful, and the best ass in the Terminus systems, or any systems.
Anyone else would have killed to be her.
So why did she want to be anything but?
When Miranda came of age, she found that the desires she had weren't exactly... normal.
Whether it was just an act of rebellion to her genetic creation, or an overlooked flaw in her genes, Miranda Lawson wanted to get fat.
REALLY fat.
Her most common dream was similar to the one she had last night, her fattened to immobility, being fed by a horde of servants.
God, just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.
If anyone found out about her desires, she would die on the spot.
As she left her cabin, she saw a hubub coming from the mess hall, far more than usual. She saw an ensign hurrying to the mess hall, and pulled her aside.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't you hear? Shepard got new ingredients for Garner, and it's supposedly the best anyone's eaten! I'll have to up my training routine to stay in my uniform."
As she walked away, her words echoed in Miranda's mind. it was almost like a magnet was pulling her towards the mess hall through her stomach and... other places. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Maybe, she could give in, just this once.