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. Still, while she was limited to striking those on the Normandy, 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. All she needed now was someone to test it out on. She couldn’t just put all her eggs in one basket, and needed to know if it would even work before potentially alerting Miranda that she was out to get her.
So, the ex-con headed up a floor to the crew deck, where she waited for a cup to go unattended. When she saw a still full mug of coffee, she stealthily sprinkled the powder into it, and waited for the owner to return. When Shepard came back from talking with Chakwas and taking a sip, Jack immediately regretted her decision. Jane was one of the very few people Jack had met that she didn’t put on her shit list, and was the closest thing to a friend she ever had, and definitely didn’t want to use the drug on Shepard. Unfortunately, Mordin was right about it working fast, as Jane’s figure slowly bang to creep outward after one sip before Jack could stop her.
The new weight appearing on her body from the ingestion condensed calorie dust (or whatever exactly it was Mordin had gave her) was to lazy to move up, as it all seemed to go to Jane’s lower half. A small belly began to protrude outward, fighting for space against Jane’s shirt and belt, while her thighs thickened, and her rump became more plush. Even with a more then generous portion going to her lowe half, some still went upward, softening her freckled face, and plumping up her average bust. Though Jack had never been good at telling weight, she guessed that the Commander had put on twenty 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, Jane didn’t seem to notice how much large she was. Jack breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Shepard wasn’t going to reprimand her. Jack would gladly have taken a bullet over the disappointed look the ginger gave her whenever she did something wrong. So, Jack fled the scene before Shepard saw her there to avoid Jane’s scornful gaze.
While they may not have been the exact results she wanted, the test proved the powder was exactly what she wanted to make Miranda miserable. As for what happened to Shepard… Well, she chalked it up to a casualty of war. Now she only needed to test the pills, and she could move forward with her plan.
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