The Milky Way Galaxy, a vast collection of stellar bodies that housed the homes of a variety of sentient species, including the little blue ball known as Earth; cradle world of humanity and arguably the most critical piece of the puzzle that would soon come into play with the discovery of a sinister plot linked to the arrival of a machine race responsible for cleansing the galaxy of all sentient life that had advanced far enough to develop their own technologies.

Although they went by many names, Reaper was the one definitive term used to define them across the ravages of time from civilizations both new and old. A simple, yet effective name for the supposed pruners of the Milky Way that was their garden.

And despite the incredulity of the whole idea that the galaxy was caught in some never ending loop devised from the unknowable minds of a machine collective coupled with the Citadel Council; a group composed of representatives for the different influential species, refusal to recognize the Reapers as a credible threat even in the face of irrefutable proof put forth by a certain individual and the brave entourage that followed her, the myth would soon become a reality. Regardless of what the galaxy at large thought of them.

That individual was Commander Shepard. Alliance soldier and the sole human member of the secretive Spectres; a conglomerate of select soldiers under the service and direction of the Council. But her place as a Spectre only serves to fuel mistrust and rumors that her interests were human first in an effort to expand human influence on the Citadel; the shared hub where all races of the known galaxy that had a modicum of respect gathered together, forcing the desperate human to work with a small team of disparate individuals who knew the real threat before then lay outside the rim of the galaxy, twarthing every attempt by the Reapers and their constituents to reach the Milky Way.

But one woman and a small team could only do so much, and by the year 2186, it was clear that the Reapers' advance could no longer be halted as they began encroaching upon the galaxy at large. Spreading like a wildfire across the verdant stars, scorching everything they came across while converting citizen population centers into fodder to fuel their unstoppable war machine.

Faced against their overwhelming might, all the living races of the galaxy had come together under the hand of Commander Shepherd and her team, rallying fleets, decoding and building the weapon that could end the war while fending off the backstabbing hand of Cerberus. A desperate fight that saw little hope of succeeding.

Eventually, the culmination of a millennia worth of work and sacrifice would come to pass over the darkened void of space over Earth where the brunt of the war had taken place; utilizing the Reapers own technologies against them, the endless cycle would soon come to an end with the utter annihilation of the Reaper armada through a pulse reflected off of each Mass Relay that dotted the Milky Way, ensuring anything remotely of Reaper origin was destroyed.

The war was won, and the survivors were left to pick up the pieces to rebuild. With billions dead, planets like the Turian homeworld in ruin and critical infrastructure like the Mass Relays and the Citadel itself left severely damaged but operable, there was much to do before life as the galaxy knew it before the war would return to normal.

But amongst the survivors, another war was brewing aboard a small frigate drifting slowly through space with its engines notably offline with the absence of exhaust behind the sleek ship, with simple words emblazoned in bold across the battered hull bearing its name proudly for all to see; Normandy.

The piercing yells and reverberating thudding of furniture being thrown against the walls somewhere deeper within the Normany however, was anything but proud…

“Alright ladies, let’s just calm down and-shit!”

Ducking for cover just as a wayward console ripped clean off its rigging comes flying her way before lodging itself deep into one of the Normandy CIC's support pillars, the crimson haired woman curses under her breath as she rises up off the grating slowly, peeking over the holo table like a wary soldier peering out from the trenches, leering at the two feisty women staring each other down with searing balls of energy held tightly around their arms, ready to be flung at each other with miscellaneous objects floating around them as backup projectiles much like the console that had been thrown with enough strength to reduce a fully armored soldier into steaming red pulp…

"Still want to go another round? Or are you tired after playing catch?"

Scoffing before sending one of the distorted plates of sheet metal flying at the black haired woman that had insulted her, the blue alien woman clad in a form fitting attire reminiscent of a combat scientist takes one step forward with her body beginning to glow with a visible purple aura, priming yet another blast of  biotic energy, ripping another plate of twisted metal to take the place of the one she had launched at her opponent who had simply caught the deadly projectile with ease before sending it flying off somewhere deeper into the ship with the sharp sound of screaming metal declaring impact.

"You do not want to test me on that! And from where I'm standing? You seem to be the one who's tuckered out…"

Rising up from the table in yet another attempt to cool the situation before the rivals managed to tear a hole into the hull, the red haired woman in a sweater and trousers bearing the N7 symbol stitched on it raises her arms in a peaceful manner but was refused the offer to voice her own take on the matter as a blast of biotic energy from both women send her flying back under the table and out of sight with the two of them yelling in unison.

"You stay out of this Shepherd!"

"Back off Shepherd!"

Left lying in a smoking heap on the floor before more angry insults accompanied the renewed flurry of objects being flung at blistering speeds before embedding themselves into the wall or splintering into a thousand fragments across the deck, Shepherds groans before flipping herself over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and wondering just where had she gone wrong to lead up the the current stage of events playing out in Normandy.

It wasn't too long after the Battle of Earth when the Normandy had returned to the Citadel where the weapon they had built to destroy the Reapers; the Crucible, had been primed and fired by the Commander herself, expecting to find nothing but dust and echoes, the crew were elated to discover that their beloved leader and friend was still alive, fishing her out of the wreckage and administering immediate first aid aboard the ship.

But with the Reapers now defeated and everyone's minds being put to rest, everyone was free to carry on with their lives however they saw fit. But that also meant that the mistakes of the past were free to creep up on those who had thought themselves burdenless and lucky to be alive.

For Shepherd's case? That meant facing down two lovers she had declared her undying love for on two separate occasions with neither one being aware of the other. Only coming to the realization that they'd been bamboozled from the very beginning after running into each other in their lover's room, looking to provide some therapy for the Commander.

And after waking Shepherd up with the immediate destruction of her room, the rivals had soon sheared through half of the ship's facilities in an effort to outlast each other in a fight between biotics. A very angry Ansari against a genetically enhanced superwoman bred with the perfect genes.

While Liara T'soni, a member of Shepherds original crew and sworn mate for as long as they could remember, was rarely one to show her emotions much less be provoked into anger, the goading from Miranda Lawson, a former Cerberus operative and a part of the team put together to stop the Collectors, was enough to incite the Asari's fury. Not one to sugar coat her words, it was little wonder to see Liara so furious at the sight of her lover's mistress boasting about how she was a much better woman to be with.

"How does it feel to be beaten down by this 'blue ass'? I will show you how much of a mistake it was for you to lay eyes on Shepherd!"

"Hoh? From what I hear; the Commander far prefers her women 'filled in' if you catch my meaning. Sorry dear, but you're far too out of date to compare."

"She wouldn't!"

Hearing yet another round of explosions and furious screeching however, the seasoned veteran and savior of the galaxy pauses midway through rising up before slumping against the holo table, before realizing there was a holographic blue orb struggling to display itself atop a dislodged projector.

"EDI? What's the matter?"

"Good evening Commander Shepherd…I see you have your hands full."

Chuckling before her shoulders jump at an especially large piece of chair crashing down right where her head would've been if she was sitting up any straighter, the Commander lowers herself to the floor in an effort to avoid any more near death moments as she catches on to the shipboard AI's secrecy.

"You could say that…I'm assuming you've got a plan?"

After a moment of silence, EDI's digital avatar responds to the affirmative, displaying an image of what very familiar and very dangerous technology.

"Isn't that?"

"Reaper nanites, commonly used in devices like the Dragon's Teeth to convert organics into Husks, but these have been tailor made to handle your problems Commander. If you give me permission to do so however, while I would like to get repairs immediately underway, I cannot work when your friends are being-"

"-jealous as all hell and rightfully pissed off? Heh, no kidding. You're sure this won't do any harm? We've seen what happens when you mess with Reaper technology EDI…"

"Their safety will be assured Commander, and I can most certainly say you'll quite like the results for at least the next few hours where I can get work done and repairs well underway. By then, you can have them transported back to the Citadel and into your room for a hopefully peaceful resolution."

"That does sound good…"

"So I take it you're in on this plan Commander?"

After a few more seconds of thoughtful thinking with the fight still raging on in the background, Shepherd sighs before nodding, giving the green light to go ahead with the plan as EDI's hologram vanishes.

"Take it away EDI…"

While EDI technically didn't need the Commander's permission to execute her plan to finally bring some peace and quiet to the Normandy, the sentient AI figured having something to fall back on was better than nothing.

Putting her plan into action, the ventilation shafts beneath two biotics begins to flood with an invisible cloud of EDI's specially created mist of Reaper nanites, spraying out of the vents in invisible plumes that immediately get to work, latching themselves to the surface of both women's bodies before binding themselves to Liara and Miranda's genetic makeup.

But instead of converting the two organics into Husks, the task EDI had in mind when reprogramming and refining the Reaper nanites was something less insidious and more on the raunchier side of things.

Starting with their legs, which were once long slender and well proportioned pillars lined with firm meat and rough muscle. Plump pillows of jiggly fat were beginning to bloom forth, grown directly from their muscles as the nanites worked to convert the well trained mounds into something more pliable and gentle to the eyes, further accentuating the curves both women already had as their asses began to bubble with activity, finally alerting Liara and Miranda to the changes as they both initially took delight in watching each others lower halves bloat and contort, only to realize whatever was happening here was affecting them both.

"Oh god! Y-Your ass is…it's huge!"

"By the Goddess this isn't time for your jokes! We need to find a way to stop…whatever this is!"

But even as the former combatants began to broker a temporary truce in an effort to halt the physical changes afflicting them, their bodies were beginning to grow increasingly hard to move in; thicker fat laden thighs rubbing against each other with each step, freshly enlarged hips that swiveled wildly despite their protest and a shapely belly that held no indication that the two were ever involved in the military with toned muscle rippling away under a smooth layer of supple fat and a cinched in waistline, further exaggerating an hourglass figure that now looked ridiculously tight beneath the women's clothes.

And said clothes were now straining to conceal something else that had Miranda and Liara collapsing to their knees, unable to hold back the guttural, airy moans escaping their lips that were beginning to bloat and inflate like someone was pumping air into them akin to a blowup doll, with luscious full kissable cushions soon taking their places atop their faces. Miranda sporting intense cherry and Liara with midnight blue.

"Mpff! What's like, happening to us? Why can't I like stop speaking like some totally sexy stripper?"

"Seriously?! This is totes wrong!"

Hearing Liara speak with the heavy accent and slang of a human valley girl was enough to get Shepherd to crawl to her knees, peeking over the table after the sounds of combat had dwindled away to startled cries and needy moans, observing her two partners mid way through their transformation as Miranda struggles to get to her feet, only to let loose an earth shattering moan as her back arches forward in time with her breasts finally shredding her tortured bodysuit which was already on the cusp of giving way now that it had to contain an immense bubble butt much larger than Shepherd remembered. Looking over to Liara however, and she too, was undergoing pretty much the same thing with her lab coat faring slightly better, popping its zipper right as her formerly form tits finish filling with voluminous levels of fat and milk which wasted no time in spilling forth from her darkened nipples peering through the hem of her attire, dripping onto the deck of the Normandy as Liara's efforts to crawl toward Sheperd end with her face planting onto her pillowy mammaries, eliciting a sweet cry as a particularly strong spray of sweet nectar hits the Commander in the face midway through her attempt to call our to her.

"Oh god it's ..so sweet…"

"Not to worry Commander Shepherd, the Reaper nanites aren't contagious and have only been set to target both Miss Lawson and Miss T'soni so it shouldn't…be…oh no."

With the redhead collapsing to her knees and her hands raised to her throat as if in response to the itching sensation spreading down into her belly and tits, EDI soon realizes the gravity of her error as she watches Liara resume her crawl, heaving her giant tits across the floor toward the incapacitated Commander who was already beginning to show signs of transforming with Miranda left to her own devices in the corner, clearly conflicted with what was happening to her as she laid herself up against the walls, tending to conventiently torn holes in her bodysuit where an engorged pussy had forced itself free, drooling a glimmering stream of lubricant all over the floor as her elongated fingers pistoned in and out, interrupting her vapid musings with an occasional moan as she simply sat there with the fight all but kicked out of her.

"This…can't*hngh*be totes happunin…I'm s'posed to*mnnn*be all smarts and stuff…this totes isn't fun*ahhn*fun!"

Running an assessment on the situation, EDI was relieved to see that the nanites coursing through Miranda's body had gone dormant once more, waiting for the 24 hour period she had built in them to end before reverting the unfortunate bimbo back to her original form and in turn; restoring her mind, which was now a shadow of its former self with a drastically lowered IQ, pleasure centers turned up to a hundred and her libido rocketing sky high, Miranda could barely formulate proper words in her mind much less handle a weapon anymore. No doubt that had played heavily against her self-doubting psyche, but watching the smug woman now fondling her oversized double D's with one hand while the other was busy teasing a sputtering snatch with her eyes rolled up into the back of her head was a reward in and of itself.

'Think of this as a lesson in overconfidence Miss Lawson…'

But in the short time spent inspecting Miranda's condition and assuring herself that she hadn't inadvertently caused harm, EDI would redirect her attention onto Shepherd to find her face smack dab in the middle of Liaras massive bosom with her dripping nipples stuffed into her mouth, which already sported the same pillowy cocksuckers adorning her comrades faces, idly drinking more of the nanite laced milk as her jacket and trousers began to grow strained and overly right from her muscular figure giving way to a voluptuous hourglass physique. Trading muscle for supple fat with each bulge running down her shapely neck.

Despite her nanites numbing effect however, EDI could still see traces of the Commander's influence trying her best to resist the transformation, stopped only by Liara who had her crimson hair held tightly in her hands, forcing her to drink from her bewitching well, deriving pleasure from Shepherd's choked cries and gurgling moans with thick white fluid running down her lips and off her sleek chin.

'As expected of the one who bested the Reapers…'

But not even the great Commander Shepherd could last against EDI's invention, with her trembling arms soon redirecting their attempts at resistance as they draw downward; with one trembling hand popping open her jacket to paw at her breasts while the other took to slipping her trousers off, opening a window to reveal a dripping wet slit between a gravure models legs. Something that makes EDI come upon a realization of what was going on with Shepherd being unwittingly included on the list.

"Interesting…her bonding with Miss T'soni…somehow Shepherd's body contains trace amounts of her genetic material…is this why she isn't as affected as she is?"

Even after drinking enough to fill her body with the nanites, Shepherd's transformation was not as drastic as that of the rivaling duo. Ending off with a more or less normal body that hadn't managed to escape the keen hand of the transformation; being cleansed off its muscle, leaving behind a little and toned figure with curves in all the right places, she looked more like a supermodel than a seasoned war veteran at this point. And with her redheaded ponytail altered into a long flowing mane of auburn hair framing a beautiful face clouded over with lust, it was as if the Commander had been replaced with someone else entirely.

"Liara…more…"

"You're like, such a child Sheppey~ Nuthin to worry about tho…mommy's got another ready for you…say ahh~"

Hefting Shepherds face up in her palms, Liara forces her other breast into the Commander's mouth with EDI's careful eyes noting the hesitation in Shepherds brow, probably her residual personality still struggling to regain some measure of control, but as the sweet drink comes pouring down her aching throat once more and that exciting tingle returns to her needy loins and breasts, letting her idle hands resume tending to her needs. Oblivious to everything going on around her as the Normany continued cruising on toward the Citadel.

Only instead of carrying three influential individuals that played critical roles in saving the galaxy. There were three horny, and very loud bimbos giggling and moaning away in the CIC room. Not very ideal for work and repairs.

For as much as EDI loved gaining insight on organics and how they worked alongside growing somewhat to understand emotion. Sometimes she wished having a neutral stance on things as the unfeeling AI she once was.

In a few hours time, the Normandy would dock with the Citadel, and until then? She'd have to tend with her now dumb and still very loud passengers.

At least the explosions had stopped…

Docking with the Citadel umbilical, it didn't take long for EDI to bundle up the giggling trip into a skycab with her mobile platform that served as an extension of her in addition to allowing for more convincing conversations with organics. But conversation wasn't something she could enjoy right now when her partner's were three very dumb and vapid bimbos stuffed into the backseat of the cramped cab, clad in whatever outfit EDI could find that fit their ridiculous bodies with the exception of Shepherd, who had donned her sexy nightgown as if she was going out on a dinner date. With her partner's dressed up in suffocating outfits that didn't just immediately disassemble themselves once they let out a single breath, the quartet (with the exception of EDI of course) were more than eager to hit the streets, drawing glances and catcalls the instant Miranda had stepped out of the cab with her right tit on display, having slipped out of the black infiltration suit that she had found lying around in Miranda's former quarters, complete with a hat bearing Cerberus' brand.

"Ahh…if Jack could see you now…her insults then would most certainly fit your current state Miss Lawson"

"That stuffy gal? Giggle~ She's just jealous is all, I'm like, super hawt and stuff so, it's natural she'd be all pouty and totes angry all the time. She should like, loosen up a little!"

"Speaking of loose…your zippers have come undone…"

"Oopsie! Totes can't show off the goods so soon!"

Feeling her internals cringe at the sight of the mature bimbo arching her back in a public display of her negligence and lack of shame, EDI hauls the clueless bimbo along before she lost sight of Liara and Shepherd, who were already well on their way towards the pub.

Until the nanites reset trigger hit the following morning, EDI would play chaperone to her colleagues as they bumbled their way through the Citadel streets and chiding EDI for being so stuck up and 'ruining the fun' as she flatly shut down any speculation of the stunning babe in the middle being the famed heroine of the Citadel, multitasking her repairs, personal work and monitoring all at once as they turned heads wherever they went.

Needless to say, EDI was in severe need of some R&R of her own once they had made it back to Shepherds personal suite once the bimbofied Miranda and Liara had begun to show signs of transforming back to their former selves as their oversized rears and inflated bosoms slowly lost mass and returned to normal along with their intellect and original personalities.

While Liara volunteered to stay with a still vapid Shepherd who was still eager to get laid as she cooed seductively at every passing man who laid eyes on her, Miranda and EDI would return to the Normandy. With the biotic eager to get her mind off of the fresh memories of herself using the street lamps like stripper poles to prostrate herself with and the AI wanting nothing more than to relax in the cockpit with her own love interest she knew would be waiting for her back home.

Confined to a holo room and having stripped herself down to the nude in a simulation of a warm summer beach, Shepherd had laid herself bare on a beach towel with her newly lengthened head of hair done up into a ponytail. Something Liara clearly liked for a change as she slid into the room with a chuckle, spying her still vapid girlfriend lying on the floor with a vapid smile. But it was only a matter of time till she returned to the Shepherd she always knew as evidenced by the fact that her pert tits had already reverted back into cute B cup mounds of jelly. If she wanted to savor this new flavor of Shepherd, the time was now.

"You've been a very naughty girl Shepherd…playing Miranda and I for fools before siccing EDI's toys on us…that's not very nice of you."

Turning her head around to face Liara with a ditzy smile spread across her beautiful visage, Shepherd giggles in a very out of character tone before tweaking a nipple with her delicate fingers before running them over her tight toned navel, spreading her shapely legs in anticipation with a slick bridge of pussy juices showing just how eager she was for the 'punishment' her lover was going to met out to her.

"My head's like, all fuzzy and stuff Liara~ I'd be really happy if you could like, totes remind me…if you catch my drift?"

Grinding her ass into the floor as Liara rounds her partner with her biotics kicking in, Shepherd throws her head back with the sudden penetration of a dual edged dildo stuffing its way into her tight innards, moaning in glee as Liara takes her place atop her, grasping her face in her hands and stifling her joy with a deep tongue kiss.

For the rest of the day, Liara would have Shepherd all to herself until she returned to her normal more reserved self. And the lucky Asari wouldn't have had it any other way. Besides, after all she had been through alongside her lover to see the arduous fight against the Reapers to the end, this was a well deserved ending for the two of them…

THE END