Nexus Effect

Ch.21

I stirred awake the set number of hours later. Geth and I were too busy having ‘girl talk’ about our experience before bed to do anything naughty. However, when I woke up, I realized that Marrow was still firmly hilted on my new anatomy and was looking at me with amusement. “I’m guessing you have to turn it off? Considering you didn’t move at all through the night.”

“Uh, sorry.” ‘Geth? Could you, um, un-erect our erection?’ I Queried in confusion. Didn’t guys just calm down and it deflated?

...Oops? What do you mean “oops”? I may have left the cool-down subroutines out in my rush to get it online in time for last night? Sonuva!

“Hey, um. I’m not going to complain, but are you seriously having priapism?” Marrow questioned with an amused pout as she wiggled around my shaft, causing me to twitch in pleasure.

“Yes?” I said, looking down. “Um, can you get up?”

“Nora. I am thoroughly mounted. You’re inside my womb. I can’t pull off with you at full thickness. It’s like having your arm shoved up inside of me. I’m used to sizes like this, but they’re from other Changelings or Equine-kin. If I knew I’d be getting a beast this big that wouldn’t go down, I’d have at least made myself ten feet tall.” Marrow huffed with exasperated amusement. “Whatever, I don’t mind. So, what were your plans for today?”

“Uh...eat, tinker, eat, maybe show Paretia my new features, eat, did I mention eat?” My abdomen roared in demand for materials and I felt my cheeks flush. “But I don’t think it’d go over well if I tried walking around with you mounted on me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, please. If I was a more skilled shifter, I’d just turn into a literal cocksleeve until you finally get this bitch-breaker down. As it stands though, I’m stuck for now.” Marrow shrugged.

“Cummies!” The Argent drum demanded and we both looked at the prison containing Celise.

“Okay, we need someone to feed her too. I’m keeping the cock, though maybe I should make it smaller?” I questioned my lover as I rubbed my belly, the ‘hungry’ whirring inside an insistent demand that I supply it.

I’m trying to make the subroutine! It’s just taking me a bit! Now, what about…?

“Please no! I mean, um, you do what you want, but this is perfect for me or any other person from Andromeda. Don’t make permanent changes to yourself unless you are one hundred percent sure though! Gender change is taken very seriously in the Empire. The Empire has tech and magic that allows many to change who they were in minutes, but you need to be sure, go to professionals, sign consent forms, inform family and be one hundred percent sure that you want this.” Marrow insisted sternly, though I scrunched up my pretty face.

“Well, I want it, my friends who I share this chassis with are in unanimous 716 program consensus about it. I’m keeping it and that’s final.” I declared with certainty. “Now, aside from asking for my sake, why were you so insistent that I make this choice carefully?”

“If I convinced you to change by ignoring your needs, my Corruption would increase, especially if I end up using you as a sexbot and baby factory with how fast you’re making those hybrids.” Marrow said with a shiver. “No matter how many years have passed, there’s still 0.01% of Corruption in any creature of Equus.”

“Ah, right, CoC. Well, don’t worry, you’re not Corrupting me. I’m already Corrupt!” I giggled before I groaned when suddenly my penis pulsed with pleasure and my core began flexing as Marrow squealed while her small belly began swelling against mine.

Wrong setting! Sorry! No, that’s amazing! But it’s venting precious fluids we need for lubrication! That’s the point of it though!

“Oh~ yis~...” Marrow drooled and held her green-blue belly, pink nectar dripping from her lips and nipples. “Fuckin’ fill me, breed me…”

“Hnng~, hopefully that condom held~!” I moaned moments before my forced orgasm suddenly turned off. ‘Aw~!’ This was followed by my phallus finally going limp inside of my lover, but the rapid retraction surprised us both and we yelped since she was suddenly no longer mounted and fell backwards. “Oof! I have a rapidly retracting penis?!” Yeesh! I might as well be a sexbot! Wait, Geth! Install vibrators in our penis! Oh! In our vagina too!

Huh? Oh! Yes! On it!

“Yes~!” I cheered, then groaned as I rolled out of bed and rushed to the scrap pile to start gorging on breakfast.

The collective will love this! Did I just make the Geth into a race of hermaphrodites? We were initially non-binary anyway! Oh well, go big or go home I guess. No~! Don’t leave! It’s a figure of speech! My life was so boring anyway!

“I’m okay!” Marrow groaned and held her belly that was stuffed with a synthetic cum-filled condom. “Hm~, I haven’t felt like this since my night out before deployment. Damn can Hutts fuck like freight trains.” I suddenly had the desire to delete the last minute of my life from memory.

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“When did we get dressed?” I questioned with confusion at the mess hall, where I was sitting with a tall container of water next to me and the remains of half a cafeteria table that was clearly being sacrificed to the forges in my fecundity. This ship doesn’t need seats for 50 I guess.

“You announced you were deleting a chunk of memory the moment I, uh, I’ll avoid mentioning it.” Marrow, now a guy once more, said to me from the seat across the table.

“What?” I asked worriedly. What could he have said to have caused me to willingly delete a portion of my active memory?

“Nope!” He said looking away. “I wonder how this galaxy’s underbelly will react to them? Jaba did mention he was planning on setting up a crime ring last time I played guard for his hideout.”

“Oh no, those slugs exist in this universe?” I bemoaned before I took a long series of gulps of my water. This body has use for the elements of water as a base for it’s lubricants, including synthetic semen. Hopefully not all of this water and metal was going to my new male breeding system...

“Yeah, they were real dicks for a while, but they’ve calmed down. If one goes to crime, yeah, don’t think about crossing them.” Marrow chuckled and bit his lip, but abstained from saying more. “So anyway, Paretia, you sure you want to risk Nora’s massive dick?” I blinked and looked to my side to see Paretia looking down at my lap, which was fully covered by my sextuplet baby factory.

“It’s how big again?” Paretia questioned and I went back to second-breakfast. I had the inkling I’d eaten already, but it must’ve been in the memory chunk I deleted.

“The size of Nora’s forearm with her hand curled into a fist.” Marrow purred and morphed his left forearm into a copy of mine to help pantomime my girth. This is surprisingly flattering to listen to.

“That would destroy most females, though…” Paretia muttered, clearly not willing to give up on it. “Fine. Yes. Do you have any of that mumbo-jumbo from Andromeda that would help me handle it? I’ve heard Quarians are hung, but I never imagined…”

“There’s gotta be a reason Quarian females have such big and pronounced pelvises compared to humans when they’re so similar otherwise.” Marrow wiggled his eyebrows and I shrugged in acceptance that Quarians were apparently the big-booty and biggus-dickus race in the Milky Way. How fitting I wound up in a chassis modeled as one of them.

“Can we not hear you talk about sex?” Krarek huffed as Wrekrov took notes.

“Considering I’m a species that literally feeds on emotions with Love and Lust being the most nutritious, then you’d best get used to it.” Marrow cheekily replied while Paretia and I giggled.

“I don’t mind it.” Wrekrov chuckled as he wiggled his brow.

“Just my luck. I’m the only one here with his head on straight.” Krarek huffed in good humor as he finished his breakfast. “Alright, it’s another Cycle people. We won’t be out of FTL for a couple more days until we reach Tassrah, which will then be another couple of days by Mass Relay to Tikkun where we can then fly to Rannoch without being intercepted by Hegemony goons.”

“Huh, that would explain how I got out that way without being waylaid.” I commented in a bit of surprise and Krarek shook his head.

“I’m shocked at your incredible luck. You left through the one route the Hegemony isn’t willing to risk regular patrols through, especially since pirate presence is heavy there. I heard they even lost a dreadnought in that region.” Krarek’s comment reminded me that there was in fact a Batarian dreadnought left derelict dangerously close to the Mass Relay in the Perseus Veil.

“Yep. I’m just bursting with luck.” I admitted with a smile. I am just lucky aren’t I? I’m falling nose-first into all sorts of fortune. I find a friendly face after my initial bad luck at Ekuna Station, meet my boyfriend, meet the rest of my crew in the process of trying to get a ship, then despite all the bad things that’ve happened, I’d say the good things far outweigh them.

“Hm...maybe your Displacer is an entity that embodies Luck?” Marrow mused as Krarek and Wrekrov got up, Paretia nuzzling my scalp before leaving too.

“I don’t really care. All this Displaced nonsense is bound to cause me nothing but trouble down the line.” I huffed in dislike for what I consider the only major potential hiccup for stability in my future. Well, aside from the Reapers. Oh yeah. I should probably start working on that, even if it is at least ten or so years out before it becomes an issue.

“Careful that you don’t invoke Murphy. He may not be a singular person, but he’s a real force of influence in the multiverse.” Marrow warned me and I sighed in resignation that he’s likely correct.

“Whatever, I’ll deal with it when it comes to haunt me. Now then, mind helping me carry this scrap to the engineering bay?”

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“I hope all Pyjaks in the universe simultaneously die!” I roared indignantly as I repaired the loader drone I’d modified to deal with our infestation of gremlin monkeys who had eaten the primary power cables leading from the drone’s power core to it’s locomotion motors. I’m going to be up-armoring this thing! Let’s start with-.

“Okay, um. I am Robin, Huntress, Mother and Great Fairy, summon me if...uh...well, if you need help. Or something. Not an invitation or anything! Just...yeah.”

“What the fuck?!” I yelped at hearing the awkward and stumbling woman’s voice echoing in my head like when Geth communicates with me. I was holding a plain if vulpine-shaped wooden mask somehow from the scrap pile I’d been working with. “Um, hi?”

“Hm? Dost thou require assistance?” A notably different voice asked from the mask-thing.

“Not...really? I just reached into a scrap pile for materials to work on a drone I’m upgrading.” I half-stuffed the mask into my cleavage so I had both hands for fishing for a suitable plate of metal to protect the new wiring.

“Ah, no worries. Simply keep our Token in mind should thou require aid of the magical or sexual variety.”

“Okay, I’ll-did you just openly offer sex?” I questioned with surprise. I mean, I expect that from people from Andromeda by this point, but she’s from another universe, right?

“Well, We’d be quite hypocritical to withhold it when We’re known for being open to such things.”

“Huh. Well, I’ll keep it in mind. Have a good day.” I cheerfully bade her farewell as I found a plate of metal that would fit well over the exposed back of the drone.

“Same to you, take care to properly nourish those children.”

“Of course!” I then paused before shoving the mask all the way into my Inventory. I don’t want to know how she knew I was pregnant. Could she see me? My tits are much bigger already, the size of soccer balls now.

“Rkkr!” A Pyjak cried out as it leapt out at me and I squeaked in shock, but instead of getting mauled, it impacted a Mass Effect Field and bounced off. I suddenly felt a bit tired. I grabbed my pulse pistol and blasted the offending menace in the face.

“I. Hate. Pyjaks!” I snarled and sat down on a stool. ‘What just happened? Portable Mass Effect Fields can’t stop objects below a certain velocity.’

That was our personal MEF generator Nora. Whatever Star Swirl has been doing here in the Milky Way, part of it is clearly improving on local technology. Usually a field generator capable of stopping something that speed and size would be on a ship the size of the White-Glint at the least.

Well shit. So I’m safer than most people when it comes to being in danger. The drop in energy is clearly because my systems registered that I was in danger, cranked up my field’s sensitivity and stopped the threat. I hope most of this womb isn’t devoted to that thing, because if it is I’m not keeping it.

Still though, while Eezo isn’t necessarily a fuel as much as it’s a constant like magnets in a ring sustaining themselves, that drew a lot of power from my systems. Systems I know can be fueled by Argent, which is a fuel. I don’t gain energy from eating raw materials, so I’m not exactly recharging my batteries.

Resolving myself, I got back to work and finished updating the drone with proper armor before sending it back out and returned to my room. “Hey Celise, have you been fed yet?” I questioned the drum containing the only local source of Argent in the Milky Way.

“Yep! Marrow fed me more of his delicious buggy goo and then fed me yours! He said it might not work for me, but aside from the metal bits, it works.” Celise replied with a bubbly voice. “Oh! Are you here to suck me off?!”

“Yep. I’m drained and I need a pick-me-up.” I admitted as I grabbed her drum and hefted it up. “Ah~.” I opened wide and Celise didn’t hesitate to stick her gooey equine dick back through the opening that would only let that piece of her though. “Mm~.” I hummed as I immediately wrapped my mouth around her and began deepthroating. ‘Hey. I just realized how casual and easy that is for me to do. Geth, is this natural for Quarian’s too?’

Considering Quarian males are naturally the size I built our version on, I’d say yes, but odds are 50/50 it’s because this is normal for many races in Andromeda.

Huh. Well, whatever. I need to refuel and if pleasuring Celise will top me off, then I’m going to damn-well do it. Speaking of which, I was already gulping down her copious offering, which expanded my belly a bit more before she finished and I set her down. “Ah~. Thanks Celise.” I patted my belly, knowing that batch wasn’t going to be used in manufacturing, but for recharging my systems which need the power for all this work my chassis is doing.

“No problem! Just be sure to keep me well fed and I’m happy.” Celise yawned and then likely fell asleep. Some people are just simple and content with simple things I guess. I couldn’t imagine living as nothing but a cow to be milked...though as a breeding sow…

Nope! This may be great, but like with your offer to help us Geth propagate our programs, We refuse to use you as merely a resource to be abused. Well, for now. We can’t speak for the future. Especially not with how incredible this feels, but only if We’re right with you~.

‘Aw, I’d love to have you with me all the way.’ I bit my lip and rubbed my womb before sloshing my breasts. I need to start offloading the material cocktail I’m storing in these. ‘I’d better make a milker.’

Considering the viscosity of what you’re producing, you’ll need a good blueprint in the files Star Swirl provided. We’ll bring it up. Geth did so and I giddily grabbed a snack from my scrap stash in my room before I hurried back to the engineering bay to get to work on it.

It was fairly simple and used a hand pump to provide the suction. What was special about it was that said hand pump had an incredible efficiency rating since it only supplied the suction and didn’t have fluids pass through it. Instead it used gravity siphoning once you got the pressure up. The higher the pressure, the faster the flow, the faster it maintains it’s flow.

Simplicity in and of itself! Which was why within a half hour, I was leaning back against a comfy chair moved here from one of the common rooms with my breasts being drained by suction cups and watching a cleaned and repaired canister at my feet get filled with my silvery lactate, which wasn’t green like normal Omni-gel, but was basically the same thing. “I can’t believe I had a whole gallon in my boobs stored up already.”

Your breasts are mostly synthetic tissues replicating the properties of Quarian mammary glands in feel and presentation. The actual glands themselves are in fact fairly small and do the same work, but for Omni-gel. The rest of your bosom is capable of acting as expanding storage for it. The synthetic tissues have far more elasticity remaining and you could keep stockpiling for much longer if you wanted.

My tits are producing the best thing to feed an Omni-tool for repairs! Hilarious! Also, I have inflatable boobs! Breast Expansion/Inflation! Another kink hit! “Ah~...I love my body so much. I hope I never have to leave it behind.” It would be hell and a half on my sense of self to lose this chassis after all that I’ve been through with it. “So~...I can stockpile how much?” I was at soccer ball size with one gallon, would I be at basketballs at two? Beach balls at five~? Can I potentially snap someone’s neck when I do a surprise boobhat attack?

Unknown. We would have to experiment~.

I love everything about that sentence! I was about to reply as such when my womb began churning in rabid demand for even more raw materials and I hurriedly vented the pressure in my hand pump, tossed off my milker, made sure to seal the canister and ran for the junk pile.