Ordo Sabine Weight Gain

[I am not the original author]

I had a similar idea involving Tau water caste but also added in some fattened Sororitas for fun.

A group of Tau explorers finds a human world unclaimed by the Imperium. Naturally, they want to court the local population as quickly as possible before the Imperium shows up so a diplomatic cadre is sent to the planet to find out the best way to get the locals to side with them. After a tepid first contact, the water caste ambassadors discover that the humans of this world survived a great cataclysm, the Age of Strife, but experienced numerous famines during that time. As a result, their culture came to view heavy, well-endowed women as symbols of fertility and ideal mates even after managing to pull their society back from the brink of annihilation. Working off of the logic that it is far easier to negotiate with horny residents than hostile ones, the Tau decides that the best course of action to annex the planet quickly is to start fattening up their female diplomats and merchants who are more than willing to sacrifice their figures for the Greater Good. Pretty soon, Tau diplomatic envoys start arriving with bigger, rounder women much to the poorly-hidden joy of the local leaders.

Unfortunately for the Tau, the Imperium had previously discovered the planet and sent a missionary fleet but arrived late because of a warp storm. The Imperials, seeing the locals mingling with surprisingly corpulent xenos, naturally want to attack the Tau and the xenos-corrupted humans but are, for once, reluctant to go through with it. This is both because getting a proper invasion fleet to reinforce them is out of the question this far from the rest of the Imperium and because initial scans show that there may still be Dark Age era technology present on the world which the Adeptus Mechanicus wants as undamaged as possible.

That said, the Tau aren't pleased with the Imperium's presence and secretly hope that the native humans will outright reject the Imperials now that their diplomats have the local population twirled around their fatty fingers. In short, open warfare isn't an option. Seeing that they are already facing an uphill battle, agents of the Ordo Sabine, the Sororitas sub-order in charge of re-integrating rediscovered human worlds into the Imperium, decide that two can play at the fat game if it means winning over the population. The Sabine Canoness order her sisters to start packing on the pounds so they can compete for the native's affections believing that once the poor, ignorant fools bear witness to the bounty the Imperium has to offer they will turn away from those xenos harlots and back towards the Emperor’s light. From there, the situation rapidly devolves into a bloodless proxy war as the two factions desperately try to pull the natives of this world onto their side with bigger and chunkier women.


Pt 1:

Sister Palatine Evangeline of the Order of the Virgin Rose loved the God-Emperor. The stern, handsome face that glared down at her during her education in the scholam was the sole source of comfort in her life, the thought that she might die for her god Emperor as he eternally died for her a comfort in a life of constant training, exercise and spiritual piety interspersed with violent combat. She would do anything for the God Emperor, pit every ounce of her tall, tan skinned body against the demon, heretic, xenos and worse.

When the Inquisitor had tasked her and her squad of Palatine Sisters to under go what the order Sabine's Sister Dialogus Xanadu called 'the Process' instead of leading an orbital assault against the Xenos who'd dared try and corrupt a future Imperial world she'd of course accepted. She could never refuse an order but now as she woke from the dull haze of her drugged slumber...

'Him on Terra, I'm fat as a grox!' Evangeline gasped, looking down at the wreckage of her self.

When she'd been injected with the experimental supplement, designed to bulk up grox before slaughter, Sister Evangeline had been fifty seven terran years old standard and kept twenty three by doses of rejuvenant. A daily twelve hour program of running, calisthinics, weight lifting and weapons drill had kept her tall, darkly tan body perfectly fatless, strong and utterly graceful, although also giving her nothing but the smallest breasts. Her sinewy, muscled and leggy body was when combined with her vivid green eyes, thick black hair and surgery perfect face (for the Virgin Rose demanded that their sisters have flawless visages) made her both beautiful and a near ultimate weapon even outside of her white and gold power armor.

Had made.

'My, my, my...I've got tits!' she groaned, placing her hands on her normally near flat chest and finding swollen, malleable mellons.

A squeeze or three found them unbelievably soft and as she sat up they sagged against her palms and gave a sensitive shiver down her back. Beneath them her chiseled eight pack rolled down into her lap, clearly past her breasts. That brought another gasp and Evangeline felt a fat tummy big enough to pick up with two hands.

'By Terra,' she whimpered in fear, rolling off the infirmary bed to a body wide jiggle and a sudden lurch of unbalance that almost knocked her over on her ass. She turned around, noticing fat creases on her sides, and felt her eyes widen as she noticed that her steely buns had collapsed into a water fall of dough.

The lean Palatine's ass had puffed up as heavy as her breasts or gut, softer than any pillow on the ship other than the Inquisitors perhaps. She kneaded the fat, trying to find some sign of the thousands of lunges and squats she'd done over the year and finding only lard.

She pinched her self all over, from her lardy legs to the flab of her arm fat to the puff of her chubby fingers and had to realize she was a warrior no more...

The doors slide open, allowing her to see Sister Dialogus Xanadu enter with a smile. In contrast to the bloated Evangeline, Xanadu was slender and elegant, a short and rail thin beauty with a freckled face and icy blue eyes.

'Xanadu, what's...what's happened to me?' Evangeline sobbed, having not expected the sheer scale of the transformation.

'Hmmm, it appears that the grox treatment has given you a gain of about forty kilograms,' the elegant Dialogus said coldly, 'it is a shame.'

'Yes, yes it is but...I had to sacrifice my body for the God Emperor,' Evangeline decided, 'yes...'

'Oh no, I meant that the change was so small,' Xanadu told her, 'your sister Palatines are far, far fatter.'


Pt2: The Squad

Partly shoved and mostly pouring out of a penitent’s gown, Evangeline waddled after Sister Xanadu. The gaunt. Overworked crewmembers filling the crowded halls of the Navy battle cruiser split around the waddling, porcine woman, a monument to excess in an Imperium of starvation.

Evangeline was a brave capable woman, but she found herself wilting under the lustful gazes of her heavy, bobbing breasts. At the amazement shown at her spherical gut. At the wobbling left-right bounce of her enormous butt cheeks. At the rivers of sweat pouring off of her face.

She was used to getting looks from the unwashed masses of the Imperium. Sororitas were images of graceful, athletic beauty, perfect instruments of war and devotion, living saint. Now they star with humor, quick half-heard jokes at her porcine appearance and wheezing breath.

The once superbly fit Sororitas’ heavy breathing grew heavier, the forty kilograms of lard slowing her to a crawl as Sister Xanadu began to pull ahead. Shame and exhaustion made the passages stretch on and on, the battlecruiser was kilometers long but seemed to last forever. Her limbs began to tremble and with a groan, she called out:

“Xanadu, stop, stop, I need, need to rest,” she groaned sitting her complaining knees down onto a pallet of las packs and patting.

Xanadu tut tutted as she walked back, “Oh I should have foreseen this. Your muscles have atrophied so much you can’t walk to the squad bay. Here, take this…”

She handed Evangeline a ration bar designed for Ogryns and the obese sister of battle showed down on it without delay, the heavy brick of sugar and fat disappearing and restoring some of her energy.

“What med bay did you move me to? The normal ones are only a kilometer from the squad bays,” she wheezed.

Oh, those were the normal medical bays,” Xanadu told her sagely, grinning as Evangeline’s flabby face fell.

Evangeline’s spirits, crushed at the revelation of just how out of shape she was fell further when she entered the troop bay for her squad. The elite Palatine sisters were the best in the order, devoted paladins of the God-Emperor.

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed as she saw a woman with obscenely bloated legs, whose rasping thighs were red and whose ankles and knees were swollen and then realized it was Sister Mariam, the stealthy recon specialist who in full power armor could move with the stealth of a ghost and the speed of a running wolf. Now every step was a slow-motion waddling slap loud as a thunderhawk taking off. The rest of her body wasn’t any better, above the waist she was wider than Evangeline, it was just her legs were that big, she had gained a hundred kilograms at least.

Sister Jezabell was no better. The jet pack-wearing, red-headed seraphim was far too fat to ever take to the skies again, even though the wobbling wings of fat hanging from her arms hung down to her waist. Her enormous K cup breasts were just as far, while her apron gut drooped down to her ankles. She had to have gained nearly two hundred kilograms and couldn’t meet her commanders’ eyes.

“God-Emperor… we will never fight again,” the only slightly morbidly obese Evangeline gasped, “where is Sister Francisca?”

“Why she is right here,” Xanadu said, gesturing at what Evangeline had taken for furniture.

Evangeline’s eyes widened in complete horror, for Francisca was both her sister in spirit and blood, her mother’s younger daughter. A heavy weapons specialist, she was now a “heavy” weapons specialist who had to have piled on three hundred kilograms, becoming a tan ball of lard. A sacred fleur de lis tattooed across her once flawless abdominals have been stretched and distorted as her gut had sprawled across her lap, over her knees, and past her feet, rendering her an immobile blob.

“Hello sister,” Francisca smiled, picking up a leg taken from some game bird from a plate balanced on her gut, “you look puckish.”

“God Emperor,” Evangeline whined,” how will we ever fight again…”

Oh but this is a fight sister Evangeline,” came a clear, stern voice,” the most important fight you will ever wage.”

Loud thuds announced the entrance of Inquisitor Lady Selene and her mechanized throne of judgment. Evangeline bowed in respect towards the other woman, an icy pale aristocrat with ivory blonde hair and perfect skin. Rejuvenants made her look a tenth of her actual age, appearing just thirty. Once a combat monster, she was now a desk-bound bureaucrat possessing a soft, well-fed beauty amply displayed by a gown more suited to a courtesan than a three-hundred-year-old master inquisitor who’d burned whole planets.

“Inquisitor, forgive me for my words,” Evangeline begged.

“Your words are forgiven Sister, just remember that the sacrifice of your physical fitness is merely another form of combat,” the Inquisitor instructed, “you need apologize only for gaining such a small amount of weight.”

Evangeline looked down, ashamed suddenly at merely being fat when the rest of her sisters were obese.

“Of course Inquisitor, I will… redouble my efforts,” she promised.

“Good, although the light of the Emperor is in all things. Your mere fatness may prove useful, there will be eating contests and you will have more room to grow so to speak. We all will,” the Inquisitor said, lacing her fingers, “now that the procedure has been shown as safe. Sister Xanadu, alert the Magos. I want ever Sister of Battle, female officer and female Inquisition staff upon this ship to undergo the bulking procedure.”

“Inquisitor this is not what the Ordo Sabine had suggested,” Sister Xanadu stammered in shock.

“Oh but it is what I planned,” Lady Selene said, “Hurry on now Sister Xanadu. While you still can. You will be undergoing it first.”