This choice: Go spike Miranda's food, and watch the chaos unfold! • Go Back...Chapter #6Go spike Miranda's food, and watch the chao... by: Matt Q   The amount of names in Jack’s shit list could fill a phone book, but Miranda had managed to jump all the way to the number one spot, while no one else on the Normandy even breached her top twenty-five, she now had a great method for getting revenge. After removing a single dose of the powder, Jack hid the rest of the stash away in a random compartment in her little hide-y hole in engineering for later use.
So, the ex-con headed up a floor to the crew deck, where she waited for Miranda’s cup to go unattended. When she saw a still full mug of coffee, she stealthily sprinkled the powder into it, and waited for Miranda to return. When Miranda came back she took a sip from the mug. “heh drink up bitch” Fortunately, Mordin was right about it working fast, as Miranda’s figure slowly began to creep outward before Jack could blink.
The new weight appearing on her body from the ingestion of the condensed calorie dust or whatever exactly it was Mordin had gave her, the majority of the weight was too lazy to move up, as it all seemed to go to Miranda’s lower half. A very small belly began to protrude outward, fighting for space against Miranda’s shirt and belt, while her thighs slightly thickened, and her rump became even more plush. Even with a more then generous portion going to her lower half, some still went upward, softening her perfectly sculpted face, and plumping up her large bust.
Though Jack had never been good at telling weight, she guessed that Miranda had put on 10 pounds over the course of five minutes from a teaspoon of the powder alone.
Oddly enough, even after absentmindedly patting her belly when her growth was done, Miranda didn’t seem to notice the new weight. Jack smiled and stifled a giggle knowing her plan was going to work perfectly “I will teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget, you soon to be fatty”.
When Miranda was done, she stood up and walked away to place her utensils away, when she walked jack noticed an almost imperceptible jiggle to Mirandas rear “heh, this will be even more fun than I thought it would”
Jack figured to avoid suspicion she should wait and only use the powder once every few days, to avoid suspicion and to draw out the enjoyment from the cheerleaders suffering.
2 day’s past since the initial dose of powder was given and Jack decided now was the time to make the perfect cheerleaders body a little less perfect. Jack waited in the crew deck till she saw Miranda order herself a meal and a drink, Jack could swear the meal looked larger than what Miranda normally ordered. She planned to cause a distraction to get Miranda away from her food so she could spike it again and just as Miranda was about to take a bite she sprung her distraction, she caused Miranda to get an urgent alert on her omni tool, Miranda obviously annoyed by this began to mutter angrily, however she didn’t have a choice and left her food to go deal with the message. As soon as Miranda was out of sight Jack got up and walked over to the food on the table, she put a teaspoon of the powder into the food and a teaspoon into the drink, she then mixed it with an evil grin across her face and casually walked back over to where she was sitting before, to watch the cheerleader begin to fatten.
Miranda walked back in with an angry look on her perfect face. She sat down and began to eat with the perfect poise and grace that she always had, lifting the unknown calorific catastrophe into her mouth, Jack face lit up when she saw the effects starting to take place, she began to take a video as she saw Miranda eat, her white outfit slowly pushed outwards containing Miranda’s new inch of fat that encompassed her growing lower half “That’s right fatty keep eating it up, soon there will be enough of your ‘perfect’ cheerleader body to get stuck in doorways”. Jack continued to watch Miranda eat she smiled every time she pulled her outfit to make it more comfortable.
When Miranda had finished Jack’s, eyes went wide when she looked at Miranda’s waist and saw a muffin top. “A muffin top!” she thought to herself “The perfect woman has a fucking muffin top!” She almost squealed with delight when she saw it. By jacks guess Miranda had put on another 20 pounds or so, however this time Miranda did notice the change, she wasn’t stupid after all. Miranda stood up quickly causing her newly formed flesh to jiggle, giving a gasp of surprise as she stood, and it was there that Jack got her first good view of the damage. Miranda’s face had softened, giving her slightly chubby cheeks and the hint of a double chin on her face, her neck looked thicker, her bust which had already been sizeable, had grown noticeably and her breasts usual perkiness had started to give way to a slight sag, her stomach had gone from the slight layer of fat that it was a few days ago, and become a full band of fat flesh spilling over her belt on all sides, however it was Miranda’s butt and thighs which was the main focus of the newly formed fat, her legs and ass had lost some of their tone, giving way to softness. Miranda obviously confused and worried by this quickly walked to the doorway, red faced with embarrassment, tugging at her clothes trying to hide her new weight.
Jack watched as walked out, her new fat ass jiggling as she walked through the door way. Jack howled with laughter as the doors closed behind Miranda “HAHA if this keeps up she will be too fat for those doors! A couple more sessions and then maybe I can write a poem about Miranda! Maybe I’ll call it, ‘Mega muffintop’ she would love that! Still 30 pounds total is a long way, I think 300 pounds added to your frame will make a nice additon” Jack continued to smile to herself for the next few days, occasionally catching glimpses of Miranda going to and from her daily routines her new muffin top jiggling as she walked, “well she’s much easier to spot now” jack remarked to herself.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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