Nexus Effect

Ch.60

“*Braug!*” I vomited Argent again over the top of my breasts into the glowing swimming pool with Yola not far behind. “Why?! Why do I have morning sickness~?!” Why did this chassis have to simulate it when it doesn’t need to?!

“Eugh, gonna spank Chrys so much for this~.” Yola whined too as she squirmed.

She and I were perched on our yacht-sized bellies and semi-truck sized boobs with our basketball-sized nipples constantly seeping Argent into the pool, which was constantly being drained in exchange for the materials feeding our wombs. The only reason we could even be here was because of the Priestesses of Urta using magic to make ‘breeding pools’ for our bellies to sink into and change size along with us.

To support our massive hyper-pregnancies, we had hoses running to the otherwise invisible ports in our navels underneath us and our sides, the materials for our baby-factory bodies being supplied by a tanker ship moored at the bottom of the cliff that Marrow had called for. The fact it was receiving distilled Argent in exchange for the scrap slurry made it quite lucrative for us and the business who heeded the call.

“Hello my loves! Isn’t it beautiful out here?” Marrow, as a woman, greeted us cheerfully as she left the house holding a food tray laden with a ton of fatty and sweet foods. She was naked, like we’ve taken to doing since the rest of the crew stayed on the Normandy. She was sporting a small belly with her navel sporting the same pearl Penny and now our other lovers had. We can’t use them because we’re synthetic! No fair~! They don’t have it working for us yet~.

“Fuck you. You’re not sick because of our babies, we are.” We groaned at her in mild misery. It still felt incredible, although instead of whirring microfactories, our wombs replaced amniotic fluid with a gray goo slurry that did the same thing, but with more churning and sloshing and it fucking felt fantastic.

“Sorry, changelings don’t get morning sickness, but quarians do.” Marrow mewled apologetically before she set her tray of food down at the table and sat on a lounge chair, then moaned as her belly began growing, our wife panted and grunted as her womb expanded to term size with octuplets before she stopped and rubbed it with a dopey content smile and grabbed a sausage from the tray at her side.

“Gah!” Tali yelled with our other lover from the upstairs bathroom, which we could see from our vantage point. Aw, no fair! Ash and Tali are having lesbian sex in the tub and we can only see their heads occasionally!

“Ah, such a nice day.” Penny sighed as she exited the house and snatched one of Marrow’s brownies, the changeling woman chittering in displeasure, but not saying anything as she nommed on the treat while rubbing her belly which she was showing off what had to be ten babies. “Perfect to get some sun.” She commented before she got behind Yola and I.

The moaning and panting she made as we felt her expanding against our underbellies made us moan in sympathetic arousal as the impossibly inflating woman grew beyond us back to the size of being even bigger than a hot-air balloon. Now full of babies. She was officially the most pregnant human in the history of this universe. We couldn’t turn our heads to see more, but the fact she was enormous enough to see out of our peripheral vision was so fucking sexy.

“Oh~ yes. Mm~...” Penny moaned as she sunk into the third breeding pool. The priestesses had turned the yard next to the pool into a series of breeding-ready pools that would activate when anyone big enough was over them. The only thing missing was a mass effect field to keep the rain off of us. The first couple of nights were wet and chilly. Thankfully we can’t actually get sick and the others could shrink down to sleep indoors.

“Lovelies! I’ve come to please you!” Vaetor cheered when he exited the house with chocolate and condoms. Oh~, Vaetor’s cock smells so good! Did he slather tungsten powder on it?! Gimme! Oh! My morning sickness is gone! Yay!

“Vaetor.” Marrow purred and licked her lips as the sexy beast of a faux quarian walked past, the preggo-loving Geth rubbing her belly as he passed.

“Tungsten helps with morning sickness I’ve found. The ladies in the factories all say so. Come here my lovely.” Vaetor stepped onto the repulsorlift platform next to the diving board to fly up to my face where he presented his cock to me and promptly fed me it, holding my head in place as he made me deepthroat him. Mm~ so good~.

“No! Me!” Yola begged as we became bimbos for the Geth breeder. I mean, are we really bimbos? We’re not saying ‘like’ every other word and my thoughts are really clear. I just don’t care about much besides how good his dick tastes right now.

“Do you have programs that turn them into sluts?” Penny asked from behind us.

“My chassis is for breeding. I broadcast programs to make it the most pleasurable experience for my clients. I’m not the only one that turns the pleasure receptors of Geth females to 100%, but I am the first.” Vaetor declared smugly as I sucked him off, hungry for his cum. “Unf, here, a tungsten cocktail!” He began feeding me and I gulped down his tasty semen. Mm~ tungsten… “A chocolate to cleanse the pallet and help with cravings.”

I gladly accepted the metal ‘chocolate’ and the moment he pulled his tasty dick from my mouth I nommed as he hovered his repulsorlift platform over to Yola to give her the same treats. “Mm~!” Yola moaned as she began to suck away.

“Hot damn this is incredible. I wish I could masturbate at this size, but I lose my limbs the moment my belly reaches six feet. Hey, Marrow-baby. Mind coming over here and fucking me with your horn?” Penny called over us and I cooed at the mental image it gave me.

“Okay!” Marrow chirped and quickly shoveled the piece of cake she was eating into her mouth before shrinking her abdomen to a manageable size. She got up to get behind us and pleasure Penny, who was definitely going to marry us in the future.

“Now, do you two want me to add a huge tungsten deposit in your wombs? Our experiments in the breeding factories have shown that excess tungsten causes the manufacturing process to give the newborns a sturdy warrior build.” Vaetor asked us before he grunted and fed Yola the sickness-fighting dense metal slurry he’d replaced his semen with.

“I dunno, they’ll be changelings, so would that matter?” I asked with a mewl, directing my voice behind me as much as I could so Marrow might be able to give input.

“Yep! Changeling Behemoths are a thing!” Marrow called out before Penny moaned and panted as Marrow began to pleasure her. Unf, thank fuck Marrow let Yola and I knock her up~! It’s making this even sexier~!

“I wouldn’t offer it if we didn’t have a war approaching. Considering how quickly your children developed, they’d be battle-ready within a few months.” Vaetor informed us and I blinked in bemusement. Sure, my kids grew up fast, but months?

“Huh? The others don’t develop as fast?” From what I got out of the breeding programs, they developed within a couple of years and I didn’t see my kids for years so I just assumed...oh no.

“No. For some reason we’ve yet to understand, your offspring mentally develop faster than the others. Something about you and Yola here imparted in your code allows your children to mature into adults within months and then apply logical reasoning to their learning-Yola~ I can’t do what I’m offering if you try to drink it all.” Vaetor interrupted himself with a huff as he fought off cumming and pulled out of my sister-wife’s thirsty throat.

“I-I’m a super-soldier breeding factory?” I whimpered, scared to death that my incredible desire to be a baby factory was some insidious code to incite me to become a war-machine, building soldiers instead of just beautiful people-.

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“Huh?”

“You see, there’s going to be a lot of death. Too much of it. I can’t put a stop to it, but I can prevent it from going too far.”

“And what? You want me to train soldiers to be gymnasts or something? Will flexibility be their super-power or something?”

“Not quite…”

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I gasped as I woke up with Vaetor’s penis pounding my pussy and pulsing with pumps of puereed fluid. I vaguely remembered saying I agreed. That I want my babies to be strong and more able to survive the coming days. I whimpered and sniffled as I guiltily enjoyed the pleasure.

I’m so sorry babies. Your mama is a monster.

[No you are not. I am.]

You! Thank you, but why me?! Why did you give me so much joy and now force me to feel horrible about it?!

[I’m sorry, I chose you because you were the best suited.]

I didn’t even know I wanted kids though!

[My mom used to be a man. It takes all kinds, I just knew you were the one. That said, I’m sorry, but you need to breed an army starting now if Rannoch is to survive, my sister foretells doom if you don’t.]

No. No please. I can’t. My heart will break…

[I’m sorry.]

I felt desire fill me, I began to pant and moan and keen in pleasure as Vaetor finished, but it wasn’t enough! I need seed! “Marrow~! I need you~!” Fuck~! I give, I give~! Just please, please tell me they’ll survive! At least most of them!

[I can’t promise that. War is always a horrible thing, even if Auntie Urta preaches that it’s unavoidable and best dealt with swiftly and with mercy.]

“H-huh? But didn’t Vaetor just-?”

“Now!” I snarled and Yola began mewling like I was, my sister likely being dragged into this because she’s essentially me.

“O-okay! Rain-check Penny?” Marrow asked our mutual lover.

“Unf, y-yeah. She sounds like she really needs it more than I do.” Penny huffed while Vaetor used his omni to examine me, his glorious penis put away as he clinically checked my systems.

“H-holy-she’s entered superfetation! If she gets live seed now, she’ll start building more!” Vaetor declared and Marrow paused in her approach.

“I need to! Marrow! Hermais says it’s time!” I called out her name, my Displacer, her very essence engraved in my code unwrapped the last secrets within me. I feel so horrible, knowing my beautiful babies are being bred for war, but knowing that they’ll still be wonderful people, knowing that they have a chance if I do this helped me crush the despair in my heart.

“Now? Shit! Vaetor, we’re going to need a dedicated supply line of Omni-gel in exchange for the Argent they’re synthesizing. Consider yourself conscripted for the most important breeding program in the galaxy. Penny, sorry to say, but my wives will need to stay on Rannoch for the foreseeable future.” Marrow flew up to stand on my underbelly and she got on her knees behind my booty and cooch before I felt her throbbing tumescence slap between my ass cheeks.

“Oh...well, I can always visit as often as I can.” Penny sadly said as Marrow began feeding her fat flare into my flushed flower petals, which instantly caused me to spasm in a light orgasm.

“Oh~, please. Someone breed me~!” Yola wailed desperately next to me and I moaned as my brain began to slow down, my processes going to raw pleasure and my factories.

[No matter what. I will make this up to you. Somehow.]

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It took a few days, but the White-Out was space-capable and they had to fight off a few waves of brainless krogan clones that were using the weapons left by the defeated droids, but aside from one of Kirrahe’s men, they suffered no losses. The way Kirrahe inspired his men to action when they were, at best, trained purely for infiltration and assassination had impressed Saren.

He was definitely putting in a good word if they survived. “So this is the power of the experimental M.E.H drive.” Saren commented on the fact that they turned a journey from the Sentry Omega Relay which could’ve been a week or longer into just over a whole day’s travel. However, his doubts of survival arose from the sight of numerous explosions happening across the newly-discovered planet of Ilos.

The Reaper Sovereign was turning the marshy swamp world into a fireball. The super-dreadnought of a ship was firing a massive red laser beam down onto the planet and lighting sections of it ablaze while elsewhere it’s droid armies were likely bombing potential locations to uncover wherever the Protheans had buried the Conduit.

Aside from the rampant wildfires being exacerbated by the Abominable Intelligence’s weaponry, the strangest feature of the world is the crystalline plant that the sensors showed stretched all across the planet, leading to a facility that still had power. But why wasn’t Sovereign moving on it? “Odd. If we can see this, then why can’t Sovereign?” Saren muttered as he pointed it out to Chrysanthemum, who Saren had come to recognize as someone of incredible competence and capability. If she wasn’t an Imperial, he’d suggest her for the Spectres.

“Maybe the virus I uploaded to him is hindering him enough that he can’t see it? Or maybe...let me test.” Chrysanthemum transformed her finger into a plug and connected to the console. “I...I can’t see it. It must be some sort of selective jamming that targets Reaper scanning protocols.”

“Then we have a chance. We’re going in, people, clench up!” Paretia, who Saren had gained respect for in the past days declared. So, he promptly grabbed onto his console, Chrysanthemum doing the same on him before the daredevil pilot shot towards the revealed facility.

“Bogeys! Multiple Droid Gunships on approach with accompanying Vulture droid escorts!” Announced Krarek from his captain’s console moments before Saren saw the same thing. That salty old pirate was good. “Alexa! Activate exterior auto-turret defenses! All potential targets are to be considered hostile!” What?

“Confirmed, Captain Krarek. Activating exterior turrets.” Replied Alexa, the military-grade ship VI that the STG acquired the designs for from a royalty deal with the original designer. How the hell did mercenaries get their hands on multi-billion credit military equipment beyond this old creaking tub? “Targets sighted, permission to fire previously stated. Firing.”

Saren blinked in interest at seeing the turrets, firing anti-vehicle rounds as large as his anti-armor sniper cannon’s shots took out the fighter escorts, then penetrated the ‘cockpits’ of the gunships with precision fire that no VI should have the processing power for. Then he remembered the name of the listed designer: Nora’Feell. Who was part of Shepard’s crew. Who had the contact information to pull the Leader of the Talons out of her base at Omega.

It was all coming together and Saren was rather impressed with Shepard’s ability to gather such capable people to her side. He knew she had the spark, the drive, but he didn’t anticipate she’d be this much of a magnet. “Enemies cleared. I hope you’re ready to push this old girl hard Paretia, because there’s more coming and we need to secure an LZ.” Krarek grumbled as he worked away at his station.

“Consider it done~.” Paretia purred in an unsettlingly sexy croon that made Saren’s spine tingle. Wow, this woman would’ve been rather sought after in the turian navy if she didn’t have such an issue with authority. “Gunnery! You see that droid battalion below on the way towards our objective?!”

“Yes ma’am!” Replied the ONI officer manning the targeting console of the railgun.

“I don’t want to.” Paretia snarled with an eager growl that made Saren’s groin clench.

“Firing!” The dragon gunner replied moments before the railgun fired, obliterating the majority of the droid detachment as the intrepid pilot began to level the ship off and fly low, just above the tallest trees in the canopy of the swampy jungle.

“Spectre, I can taste your arousal. Be warned, she’s one of my mother’s paramours. She may turn you down.” Chrysanthemum warned him in a whisper and he shrugged. He wasn’t going to press the matter if the woman turned him down, but if she was willing even if not desiring more than some fun, he’d wish to show her a good time.

“Coming up on the facility! I’m going to be making an LZ! Hold on!” Paretia purred and the thrill-seeking woman activated something that caused a shimmering biotic field to project in front of the ship! What was that?! “Hold on to your asses!” The leader of the Talon Mercenaries crowed before she dove them into the jungle and the blue field turned opaque as the ship shuddered and shook for several tense heart-pounding moments before coming to a stop and setting down surprisingly gently. “Woo! Fuck yeah!”

“Paretia, did you really just want to do that for an excuse to use the battering ram?” Krarek snarled as he patted his chest, the older batarian likely having nearly suffered a heart-attack like everyone else on the ship who wasn’t the sexy madwoman named Paretia Drustumus.

“You fucking bet your wrinkly old ass I did! You! I need to work off this adrenaline!” Paretia pointed at Saren and his mandibles flared moments before he was yanked from his seat by the woman easily half his mass and dragged towards the nearest bunk room.

“What?” Seran yelped as she pushed him to the bed.

“And we ain’t using a condom, no time for that shit.” The madwoman growled as she started to undress.