"And this is Jack's Hidey Hole."
"'Hidey hole'?"
Liara echoed Miranda's introduction, that was not the choice of words she expected from someone so serious and no-nonsense, nor would she have expected to find a spot on the Engineering Deck of all things to be endearing, especially not one so messy, with countless empty bags of snacks and cans of soda strewn all over the place.
"It's what Kelly calls it." That explained it, and Miranda's tone made it clear she did not share her positive opinion of the place. "And that would be Jack." She gestured to the hidey hole's occupant, who Liara felt bad for doing a double take at, but Miranda couldn't blame her, Jack was huge.
She was lazily laying on a humble folding bed she found here, with her utterly gigantic belly bulging up into the air and looming over her like a mighty, tattooed mountain made of blubber. It was by far the biggest part of her body, and the first place anyone's eyes would go when seeing her, an utterly gigantic balloon of fat, and every inch of it was covered in tattoos, the incredibly deep bellybutton she had went perfectly with the designs tattooed around it. With Jack's choice of wardrobe being what it was, her gut hung out shamelessly and ready to slam into anyone that wrongly believed it would be a good idea to make a crack about her weight.
Jack's stomach was where most of her weight went, but her breasts had seen some generous growth too, going from average size to huge orbs that were constantly jiggling with her belly whenever she made any movements, which was usually just getting up to grab more food from the cafeteria. With the only thing covering her tits being a harness no one could believe was still hanging on, anyone who saw Jack got to take in the glory of her huge chest, and the artistically-minded among the Normandy's crew got to see the entire canvas of tattoos she had on her tits.
Jack was an absolute monster on the battlefield, but out of it she was as lazy as could be, spending most of her time just sitting on her ass pigging out, and that meant her ass got a whole lot bigger. In contrast to Miranda, Jack's ass was rather firm and flat, until she got a hold of the Normandy's cafeteria, then she was collecting the calories with lightening speed, with her ass becoming an even bigger bubble butt then Miranda's, with her cheeks being so huge her ass crack was hanging out of her tear-ridden pants, revealing to the other that her behind was tattooed as well.
It was a good thing Jack was a biotic, one of the strongest, in fact, because with her arms and legs being what they are, there was no way she was going to throw a decent kick or punch with them. Her arms were positively packed with ham, wide and bulgy with blubber, possessing some impressive, tattooed bingo wings and meaty hands. They jiggled constantly in battle, whether it was from use of her biotics or from firing a weapon, her arms' flab was performing a jiggling dance the entire mission. Her legs were just as chunky as well, so filled with fat it had overtaken the gap between her legs, the fabric having many rips in it (granting a glimpse o the tattoos on them), and the belts had been snapped in two, Jack sighed in relief as they did and her adipose bulged outwards, giving her pants another tear.
With a past, history, and reputation like Jack's, you'd never expect her to have such a soft, doughy face. Her cheeks were positively puffy, downright chipmunk-like, and just like a chipmunk's cheeks, Jack's were often filled with food. As her chin, any edge or angles it once had was blunted by blubber, which built up into a gigantic second chin. The amount of fat that built up around her throat caused her voice to deepen, taking on a husky tone that killed whatever intimidation the rest of her fat had spared. It all gave this dangerous criminal a very cute, approachable appearance, even as she was constantly roaring belches strong enough to jiggle her entire 513 pound body.
"Well, suppose you want to say hello." Miranda's tone made it very clear that was optional.
Liara cleared throat. "Hello there, I'm Liara T'Soni, I don't know if Commander Shepard mentioned me, but I served on the original Normandy during the hunt for Saren, and now I'll be serving on the new Normandy with you. Pleased to meet you!"
Jack didn't say anything, there was just silence for a seconds, until a quick gurgle emitted from her belly, and then-
"BUUUAAARRRRRRRP!"
The giant burp Jack unleashed made her gut jiggle and slosh like waves during an angry storm, a startled Liara nearly lost her footing from the force of her gas. The convict smirked and proudly gave her fat gut two wet smacks, belching loudly again as the dome of adipose keep jiggling, the many illustrations on it dancing with her fat.
"That's what you get for being nice." Miranda snarked, it was another way for her to tell Liara her tour of this deck was over, onto the next and final one: the Crew Quarters, of which the most notable feature was the cafeteria, particularly the table that had a giant chocolate cake on it that was surrounded by bowls of ice cream and plates of cookies, one of which had just been placed on it a certain cheerful strawberry blonde.
"Ah, perfect timing, Liara!" Kelly's face beamed when she saw the Asari come into view with Miranda by her side.
"Is it somebody's birthday?" Liara asked, Miranda knew Kelly, and that meant she knew exactly why Kelly baked all this, but she felt it was better Liara heard the explanation from the horse's mouth.
"No, but you joining the team deserves just as much a celebration."
If she wanted to, Liara wouldn't be able to keep herself from smiling. "Oh, thank you so much! But, I, uh, don't think I'll be able to finish all this by myself." Looking at the positively-filled table, the Asari felt that even Jack would be left stuffed from this.
"That's not a problem, I'll help you finish."
"Two people still isn't enough to eat all of this, Kelly." Miranda pointed out.
"What about three people?"
"Well, I guess, but just barely."
"Then you know what to do!"
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