Peace and Plenty Chapter 3: Luxuriant and Liberated

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This story features: Weight gain, drinking, sex, stuffing

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Ahsoka lifted one of the thick chocolate puffs to her face, and bit off more than half with relish. She moaned as the rich filling slid down her throat, and instantly shoved the rest of it in before reaching for another sphere.

The plate holding them was perched on the edge of the bathtub, and next to them was a glass of bubbling champagne. After three more chocolate puffs, Ahsoka reached for the glass and took a sip, that became a gulp, that became a glug as she downed the whole thing. She exhaled in satisfaction, and reached for the bottle positioned on the floor.

Both the puffs and the drink had been gifts from Lux, who had been pleased that Ahsoka had taken his advice to let go and relax. He’d been very happy to spend a lot of his money on rich foods and richer alcohol for his wife… although he had probably imagined all his gifts would last a bit longer!

As for Ahsoka herself, she was absolutely loving her new life. After years of stress and rigour in the war, at the Jedi Temple, and in the streets of Coruscant, she was finally experiencing what it was like to live free of responsibility, with the ability to indulge all her whims as much as she liked. And she’d been seizing that prerogative with joyous abandon.

Once she’d finished cleaning her head-tails (and also finished eating the entire plate of chocolates), Ahsoka clambered out of the bath and grabbed a towel. But before she wrapped it around herself she caught sight of a blurred reflection of herself in the steamed-up bathroom mirror. She stepped over, and wiped the glass with an arm.

Then she stood back again, and took in her new form. Eating every piece of chocolate, slice of pie and hunk of cake that came her way might not have been so bad, had Ahsoka taken the time to work out as well. But she’d found she’d much rather get her muscles loosened at Tyshaa’s Massage Parlour than having to get hot and sweaty with exercise, so the consequences of her overeating were obvious… and heavy.

Ahsoka’s exquisitely trim midriff was gone, replaced by a bulging ball of fat that was just starting to hang below her lost waistline. It melded into newly chunky hips, and sat atop thighs and calves that had become distinctly fleshy. Ahsoka’s arms were rounding out too; her muscles were fast disappearing, to be replaced by this soft jelly. Ahsoka gave her arms a pinch, and found herself quite liking their new, soft feel.

The Togruta turned around, looking over her slightly puffy shoulders at her widened butt, also losing its tone, with the beginnings of cellulite making their presence known. Then she twisted back around and lifted up her breasts, which must have gone up almost two cup sizes, hefty and plump. Finally there was her head: her face had been hit remarkably hard by her gain, with a small second chin already present. And her head-tails had become lardier these last few months as well.

Ahsoka supposed she should have felt mortified, at least embarrassed. She was going against all the strictures of restraint she’d had drummed into her. But really, that was part of the appeal: relinquishing all of those Jedi ideals had made Ahsoka feel freer. She still supported the Jedi and everything they stood for, and it seemed like they were trying to reform in the wake of the revelations about the Chancellor. But, as she had made clear to anyone who’d asked, she herself was no Jedi anymore, and shedding her self-control had felt like another step in discovering who she was now that she’d left the Order.

Ahsoka dried herself (that took longer than it used to), then picked up her plate, glass and half-finished bottle and took them into the bedroom. She was trying to decide which of her increasingly tight clothes she should struggle into, when there was a knock on the door.

Knowing there was only one other person in the flat, Ahsoka called: ‘Come in!’, turning herself around, still fully naked. When Lux entered, his eyes bulged and his cheeks pinked.

‘Oh, uh, I can come back later…’ he stuttered, although he was unable to tear his gaze away from his overweight wife.

Ahsoka felt a flutter of confidence and love at the fact that, even so much heavier, she still excited Lux. ‘Don’t be an idiot, Lux,’ she said back to him. ‘You can hardly act so nervous around me after all the things we’ve done in this room.’ Ahsoka felt a thrill at saying something so naughty. She’d always been the more dominant one between her and Lux, but as she’d got bigger she’d felt herself growing in sexual confidence… not to mention sexual appetite.

Lux’s blush intensified, then, still staring at his wife’s plump breasts, he handed her a couple of packages. One was clearly clothes, although Ahsoka couldn’t see what they were. The other was small and rectangular, and Ahsoka hoped it was more chocolates.

‘I guess you noticed I need new clothes, huh?’ Ahsoka chuckled, patting her protruding orange belly.

‘Yes,’ Lux said immediately, and Ahsoka caught a glimmer of desire in his eye. Then he coughed and said: ‘I mean no! I mean, maybe just a little. I mean, you could do with some new clothes, I thought. Not just because you’ve got bigger. Not that you’ve got that much bigger! Or at all! Um… oh, Force…’

Ahsoka burst out in ringing laughter, that quickly put Lux at his ease. She put one of her bare, fleshier arms around his shoulders, passing his gifts into the crook of her other arm.

‘Lux, I think I’ve made it clear to you at this point that I don’t have a problem with the weight I’ve gained. Do you have a problem with it?’ she teased, feeling she knew the answer.

‘Um, well…’ Lux trailed off. Ahsoka furrowed her brow, fearing she’d misjudged the situation. The idea that Lux didn’t find her new body attractive put a whisper of self-doubt into her mind.

‘You… you don’t mind it, do you?’ she asked more quietly, tone betraying her slight self-consciousness. Hearing it, Lux gripped her hands, and although he stared at her breasts again for a second or two, managed to find his way to her eyes.

‘Ahsoka, no! I mean, I wasn’t quite sure what to think at first, but… honestly it’s just been really nice seeing you let yourself have fun and relax. And if that means you get a bit… bigger, then that’s OK, no matter what I think. And actually I…’ Lux blushed again and turned away.

Feeling her confidence returning, Ahsoka guided his face back, kindly but firmly. His eyes shot down to her breasts again, and she laughed. ‘I think I can tell what you were going to say, from the way you keep looking at my breasts,’ Ahsoka declared. Biting her lip, she removed her hand from Lux’s face, and pulled his hand up to rest on her left tit. They exhaled in united satisfaction.

‘I guess having a pudgy wife has its perks, eh, Senator Bonteri?’ Ahsoka said jovially, with just a hint of lust.

Lux gulped, then smiled wobblingly, but definitively. ‘Yeah…’ he agreed.

‘Well, having a Senator husband has its perks too,’ Ahsoka said, leaning into her spouse’s ear. Then she said in a low voice: ‘Otherwise I would never have got this fat.’ Then she pressed her podgy face into Lux’s still-lean one, and the pair of them made out. Lux started lifting and squeezing the Togruta’s tits, while Ahsoka grabbed his pert butt with her free hand. Then she brought it up to his chest and started to move Lux over to their double bed. Gathering himself just in time, Lux reluctantly took his hands off his wife’s breasts and stopped her at her shoulders.

‘I have a speech to get back to drafting,’ he explained. ‘Sorry, Ahsoka,’ he said, seeing the look of disappointment on her face before she could disguise it. ‘But I have to do this; it’s about relief for Ryloth.’

Ahsoka nodded. ‘Then you have to do it,’ she agreed, and stepped back. She held out the mysterious packages. ‘But before you go, let’s have a look at these, shall we?’

At Lux’s insistence Ahsoka opened the clothes-shaped bag first, and drew out a dress. It wasn’t just any dress: it was midnight blue, with purple patterns spiralling down its form-fitting skirts. The bodice was just the right size to accommodate Ahsoka’s gut, and the Togruta noted with a smirk it had quite a low neckline.

‘I know you’re not one for fancy clothes,’ Lux said. ‘But when I saw it I couldn’t help but think how beautiful you’d look in it.’

‘It’s lovely, Lux,’ Ahsoka told him genuinely. ‘You’re right; I’m not usually one for fancy clothes, but… I don’t know, I didn’t used to be one for fancy food, or for any kind of alcohol. I like it.’ She felt the dress’ contours: it was made of a very soft, plush material. ‘Plus, it feels like it’s very comfortable,’ she remarked, grinning.

Finally, she opened the smaller box. Inside was a silver necklace and a golden ring, both inlaid with jewels.

‘Force, Lux, how much did these things cost you?’ she cried, pulling out the necklace by its chain. Even that was silver.

Lux shrugged. ‘They gave me a discount when they realised who I was… or rather, who I was married to.’ He smiled. ‘I realise they’re not really your thing either. I just wanted to give you something special.’

‘Besides food and drink, you mean?’ Ahsoka retorted with another smirk. Then it morphed into a soft smile, and she mused: ‘Well, I’ve never had jewels before.’ Interested, she rolled the necklace over in her hands. ‘Never thought about it.’

‘Let me put that necklace on for you,’ Lux requested, and after Ahsoka placed the blue dress down on the bed, she turned around, still utterly naked, so that Lux could hang the silver jewellery around her thickened neck. He followed his wife over to the bedroom mirror, where Ahsoka once again took in her round, wobbling body, now with a very expensive piece of jewellery around her neck.

‘I don’t love it so much for itself,’ she explained, looking at her husband’s reddened face in the mirror. ‘But because you’ve given it to me.’ Then she slipped on the ring, and noticed it was inscribed with the number ‘501’ around the band. ‘Oh, Lux,’ she said, not quite believing it. She whipped around and gave him a big hug. He was quite taken aback, not least by the force of Ahsoka’s flabby, squishy body pressing into him. When they withdrew from their embrace, Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, nodding her head at a tent in Lux’s trousers.

‘Let me know when you’re done working,’ Ahsoka told him, grinning.

Lux blushed again. ‘I, um, I will,’ he stammered. Then he looked Ahsoka in the eyes once more, returned her grin, if a little bashfully, and walked from the room.

It was really too bad Lux hadn’t been able to stay, Ahsoka mused, hanging up his first gift in the wardrobe. Then she sat down on the bed, naked save for her new jewellery, and sent her hand into her freshly moist pussy, arm resting against her rotund, plush gut as she sat. She threw back her head with a satisfied sigh. That was another form of self-pleasure the Jedi had never taught her about.

Ahsoka was so absorbed in stuffing her face and glugging down wine that she didn’t discover that her block of flats had a swimming pool until three weeks later. She’d gone exploring and found the capacious room on the top floor, open to all residents, and that evening had gone with Lux to purchase some swimming supplies.

She smiled fondly at the memory as she and Lux travelled up in the lift, the Togruta wearing the skimpy emerald bikini her husband had picked out for her. Although, she’d had to encourage him to do so. He’d been staring at the tiny thongs and tinier bras for a few minutes before Ahsoka had shoved him in the shoulder and given him the courage to buy them.

He was staring again now. Ahsoka had grown visibly heavier in the past few weeks, and her belly now drooped over the front of her panties. Meanwhile, her back had developed two juicy rolls sat atop two juicier love handles, and the thong left little of her increasingly blubbery butt to the imagination. After the lift reached the top with a loud ding, Ahsoka grinned over her shoulder to let Lux know his attentions hadn’t gone unnoticed, then strode confidently into the pool room. She could feel his eyes burning into her plump orange buttcheeks as she put a little extra sway into her chunky hips.

That was another new development Ahsoka had been experiencing since moving into this place. She’d always been confident in her own skin, but she’d never really thought of herself as a sexual being that much before; another thing the Jedi didn’t approve of. Queerly, as her body had grown larger and flabbier, she’d found her sexual courage blossoming, and now she liked to get Lux all riled up whenever she had the chance.

It was certainly working: Lux followed her like a lovesick Lothcat out of the lift, almost losing his grip on the puffed-up yellow Lilo he was carrying. In his other hand he held a metal cooler full of food, while Ahsoka was carrying an inflatable donut on her left shoulder.

A few glances and oh-so-covert whispers flew their way. Ahsoka had already met quite a few of these high-ranking dignitaries and wealthy businesspeople: both because they’d wanted to extend their congratulations to her on her role in foiling the Chancellor, and because Ahsoka had knocked on their doors to persuade and cajole them into giving money for the relief of the Undercity, or any of the other postwar causes she championed.

So it wasn’t her mere presence that surprised them; at least, not exactly. It was the size of her presence that shocked them and made them mutter to each other, as they saw how much Ahsoka Tano, former Jedi and hero of the Republic, had let herself go.

Ahsoka found their muffled exchanges and rude stares only emboldened her, and she strode powerfully up to some free deck chairs, depositing the donut on the floor before depositing herself in the chair. It creaked slightly with her weight, although it was sturdy enough not to sag. Ahsoka’s hips reached its sides and her belly spread out generously. She nuzzled herself further into the chair. ‘Aaaaah…’

‘I thought you were here to go swimming?’ Lux teased her.

Ahsoka raised the finger that still held Lux’s treasured ‘501’ ring. She hadn’t donned the necklace today, but only because she didn’t want anything to obstruct Lux’s view of her ample cleavage. He was ogling even as he made his jibe.

‘I am most certainly not here to go swimming. That requires more effort than I feel like expending today.’ Ahsoka nodded towards Lux’s Lilo. ‘I will be floating, though, on that handy thing.’

‘Yes, I thought you’d be taking this one,’ Lux commented, flopping it down and taking his own seat. ‘Since it’s got the inbuilt plateholders and everything.’

The swimming appliance did indeed have two stout little flaps on the side, which Ahsoka was absolutely going to use to fill her stout little stomach. She leaned over, making her cleavage even more visible. Lux couldn’t help himself anymore: he just stared and stared at it. Ahsoka wasn’t immune to his charms either: she took in his chest, broadened by the campaign on Onderon, and his lightly muscular thighs framed by his trunks. She pressed her face eagerly into Lux’s, and they held each other’s faces as they made out.

Ahsoka wasn’t sure if they’d been under for minutes or hours when there was a polite, slightly embarrassed cough from above them. ‘Ahsoka…?’ came a familiar voice after it. ‘Is that you…?’

Ahsoka pulled herself away from Lux, and blinked up at the woman asking the question. Then her face broke into a new beam.

‘Senator Chuchi!’ she exclaimed, and pulled herself up from her chair to say a proper hello. It took a little more effort than it used to. She held out a hand and the Senator for Pantora shook it happily with her own wet palm, although Ahsoka could tell she was taken aback by Ahsoka’s new body.

Ahsoka decided to pre-empt any questions she might have. ‘As you can see, Lux has been feeding me very well,’ she joked, patting her pudding bowl.

Chuchi flushed a deep crimson, extremely noticeable against her pale blue cheeks. It was almost as if the drops of water running down her face were sizzling on the heat of her embarrassment. ‘Well I wouldn’t say… that is… you look great, Ahsoka.’ Ahsoka could tell from Chuchi’s tone that she meant it. The Togruta’s smile became quieter and warmer.

‘Thanks, Senator,’ she replied, pleased.

‘Please, Ahsoka, you must call me Riyo,’ Chuchi insisted.

Ahsoka eagerly accepted, and then Riyo turned to Lux.

‘You’re looking very well too, Lux,’ she said, shaking his hand in friendly fashion.

‘You as well, Riyo,’ Lux replied. He half-turned to Ahsoka, and the Togruta had to smirk as he took the opportunity to shamelessly ogle her tits again. ‘I’ve already told Riyo about how you got me into working on the Clone Jobs bill, Ahsoka.’

‘And Rex has been telling me how much help his guys have been getting because of it,’ Ahsoka complimented the political pair. ‘You should both be very proud. So, Riyo, are you living here now?’ She was quite excited at the thought of having her friend as a neighbour.

Riyo nodded. ‘Yes; moved in yesterday. I was meaning to call on you two, but… I thought I’d have a dip in the pool first. Not quite the same as the ones on Pantora, but I think I can get used to it.’

‘Fantastic!’ Ahsoka declared. ‘Lux, why don’t we load up the snacks and then we can join Riyo in the water?’

Lux keenly obliged, and within minutes Ahsoka was floating in the middle of the pool, Riyo treading water on one side of her and Lux concealing his half-a-boner by sitting deep in the dip of his donut.

Ahsoka had macaroons on one of her Lilo’s arms, and a variety of cheeses on the other. She alternated between them, and as she bit into her third macaroon spilled crumbs down onto her belly.

‘Oops! Sorry!’ she said, and brushed them into the water. As the three of them discussed the Clone Jobs bill, and the broader campaign for Clone rights after the end of the war, Riyo was staring at her no less than Lux, although perhaps for different reasons.

‘I make quite a sight, don’t I?’ Ahsoka asked when there was a lull in the conversation. She had no doubt the lull was due to her.

Riyo debated denying her fascination again, but decided against it. Ahsoka was a sensible person, and was clearly very self-aware of her increased weight. Indeed, she almost seemed to be enjoying it.

‘I’m sorry I keep staring, Ahsoka; it’s just I never expected you to get so… large. But I want to make clear I don’t think any less of you for it; I meant it when I said you looked great.’

‘Thanks, Riyo; I know you did,’ Ahsoka replied. ‘And don’t worry about stares; Lux is doing enough of that for the three of us.’ Ahsoka grinned mischievously at her husband as she called him out, and he shifted in his seat in a poor attempt to hide his continued arousal. When he couldn’t help but stare at Ahsoka again, the Togruta noted he was gazing at not her breasts, but her belly.

‘I tell you what: after a lifetime of strict rules at the Jedi Temple, I don’t think I’ve had any resistance to the good life Lux has been treating me to,’ Ahsoka joked, and finished her macaroon. She swallowed, and continued. ‘You know how much I weighed when I moved in? 110 pounds!’ She laughed. ‘Force knows how much I weigh now.’

Riyo flushed, and changed the subject back to Clones. Perhaps influenced by Ahsoka, she upended herself onto her back and floated on the water like the Togruta was doing.

‘You know, speaking of the clones, Captain Rex has been meaning to come and see you,’ she told the Togruta.

‘I tried to go and see him myself weeks ago, but they told me he was very busy,’ Ahsoka said regretfully.

‘He’s our main liaison with the Clone Army,’ Lux explained. ‘And he’s very dedicated to helping all his brothers.’

‘I know, but I’m thrilled he wants to come and see me.’ Ahsoka chomped through yet another macaroon.

Riyo felt her stomach rumble, even though she’d had a healthy breakfast of oatmeal. She bit her lip. The way Ahsoka was eating with such abandon… it made her want to eat too. She wondered if, given her slab of a gut, the Togruta would be interested in sharing.

Ahsoka seemed strangely delighted by Riyo’s request, and told her: ‘Of course! Go ahead; have as much as you want!’ Ahsoka ate so copiously that the majority of the snacks would undoubtedly end up in her belly anyway. Lux’s eye momentarily drifted to Senator Chuchi as she swallowed some rich cheese, and when he turned back Ahsoka was smirking at him again, very entertained. She mouthed ‘Eyes on me’, and, feeling a spark of naughtiness, gave her belly a slight jiggle. Lux’s mouth went dry, and Ahsoka felt a thrill rush through her pussy. By the Force, neither of them had been expecting that.

They laid and talked for a half an hour longer, and Riyo, still digesting breakfast, ate enough to become bloated. Ahsoka still had the most though: the amount she gorged herself on would probably have made the Pantoran feel a bit sick. Afterwards, Riyo said she needed to go and do some work (although she really just wanted to lie down).

Ahsoka paddled herself over to the side of the pool, and Lux followed her as she got herself out, staring again at her wide, wobbling arse. Without even realising what he was doing, he followed her all the way down to the pool’s bathrooms, which were tucked a discreet distance from the pool itself. Once he’d tailed her inside a stall, she flung herself around, and into him, the joint weight of their bodies slamming the door shut.

While Lux got lost in the delicious warmth of Ahsoka’s pudge, the ex-Jedi felt wave after wave of lust and desire wash through her. She gave Lux’s chest hickeys, and reached her hands down to grasp his firm buttcheeks, desperate for her lover’s flesh. Meanwhile, he divided his attention between her hefty breasts and heftier butt.

Ahsoka had never had the biggest sex drive before her marriage to Lux. But as she’d given in to all her other desires, letting herself relax as her husband had suggested, she had found her lust mounting alongside her hunger and thirst. So now she threw off her panties, and planted her wide arse on the closed toilet seat with a heavy plop!

‘Oh, Ahsoka…’ Lux murmured, mesmerised and in love.

Ahsoka tore Lux’s trunks down and groaned at the sight of his big, hard cock. ‘Lux…’ she whispered, and, wrapping her chunky legs around his trim waist, pulled him on top of her, and inside her.

‘Suck in, Ahsoka,’ said Lux, straining, tugging, trying to get the dress past his wife’s bulbous midsection.

‘I am…’ Ahsoka insisted, but nonetheless tried to pull her gut in even further. She grimaced, feeling her core muscles burning as they tried to hold in the orb of fat she’d grown over them. Lux managed to get the dress’ skirt past her belly, and Ahsoka helped him pull the bodice over her middle before she just had to let her belly go, making the midnight blue material cling even tighter to her overfed torso.

Ahsoka was accompanying Lux to a dinner tonight meant to secure more funds for war-torn worlds. He’d told her she didn’t need to wear anything fancy; he didn’t care what the Senators said. But Ahsoka had insisted she would wear his gift of a month ago: she’d become quite accustomed to wearing the jewellery he’d bought her, and was honestly quite interested in trying out the dress now.

She supposed, looking down at her gut in rueful amusement, that she had left it a little late. The dress was meant to be form-fitting, but as it stood now it was noticeably tighter than it should have been: not painful, but it certainly showed off how much Ahsoka had been indulging herself.

Having gathered her strength again, Ahsoka tugged her dress the rest of the way down. The twin bloated contours of her belly and butt were on sharp display, and as she turned herself to profile Ahsoka honestly thought she looked quite attractive. The plunging neckline of the outfit also showed off her boobs more than generously, and her pudgy calves were clearly visible. Obviously, Lux shared her liking for her new look, because she caught him covertly staring at her arse in the mirror.

‘I wonder if you planned this,’ Ahsoka said in a mock-suspicious tone. ‘You knew I wouldn’t wear this right away, so you knew I’d probably have got bigger by the time you convinced me to put it on.’

‘As I remember it, you were the one who insisted on wearing it,’ Lux retorted with a smile.

Ahsoka grinned. ‘I see you’ve got a little sharper, Senator Bonteri.’

‘Well, what I said still stands: you can go in sweats for all I care,’ Lux reasserted earnestly.

‘No, no; I like this actually,’ Ahsoka reassured him. She put her hands on her chunky hips and twisted around in front of the mirror again. She admired the curve of her belly and the plumpness of her tits. Then she looked at her softened face: the small second chin that told everyone who saw her of her gluttony. She smiled slowly. ‘Lux, I have to tell you… I like being like this. Living like this. I just feel so free.’ She turned to her husband again, and saw his eyes travel down to her belly once more.

Chuckling, the Togruta said: ‘And clearly, you don’t mind it either.’ Lux flushed but didn’t deny it. Ahsoka stepped up to him, closed her arms around him and pressed her overindulged, plush body into his trim, firm one. As her husband accepted her kiss, she felt so very luxurious and liberated.

She had to break the make-out session after a few minutes. ‘We’re going to have to go…’ she whispered, a little regretfully.

‘Yeah…’ Lux admitted. ‘This is a really important dinner…’

‘Well, look on the bright side, Lux,’ Ahsoka said, brightening. ‘You’ll get to watch me pig out in a very tight dress.’

The young couple laughed together, then linked arms and walked from the room. They had a lot of Senators to persuade… and one of them had a lot of food and drink to consume.

Ahsoka made certain to make all her arguments towards the beginning of the evening, impressing on tight-fisted Senators the firsthand experience she’d had of the ways in which the Clone Wars had ravaged the worlds of the Galaxy. All throughout she glutted herself on the decadent courses served up to her: juicy fowl and vegetables roasted so much any nutritional value was gone, fruits lathered in chocolate and savoury cheeses of every variety. She also drank far too much, getting through a whole bottle of thick red wine by the time dessert rolled around. It turned out Ahsoka had a fairly high tolerance for alcohol, but even so she was decidedly tipsy as she gobbled up her apple crumble, doused in heavy servings of very heavy cream. She was far too consumed with her food and drink at that point to make any further political arguments, which she then left up to her husband and their friends around the table.

That led Ahsoka on to muse about something between bites of crumble. Lux had been not-so-subtly ogling her throughout the meal, casting frequent sideways glances at her slab of a gut as she filled it with more and more high-calorie food. Her dress was quite uncomfortable around her stuffed belly now, but if anything Ahsoka was enjoying the feeling: it reminded her how much she was continuing to let herself go, which felt very liberating… and distinctly hot.

But Lux wasn’t the only one staring at that table. For one thing, many of the Senators were shocked by how much blubber the ex-Jedi had packed on, and there were more than a few snide remarks thrown around. Ahsoka found herself actually turned on by them, almost as much as Lux’s inability to stop staring at her.

Also, most strikingly for Ahsoka, was how much she was actually staring at people around the table. She remembered how she’d teased Lux for getting sidetracked by Riyo a week ago, but now she was doing the ogling. Her sex drive really had ramped up as part of her exploration of hedonism, and although she loved no one but Lux, she definitely felt lust for several of the Senators around the table.

There was the new Senator for Christophsis, a rather more agreeable sort than his predecessor, who was tall and broad and muscular. Ahsoka had looked over his muscles, wondering how they’d feel in her hands. Quite the opposite, there was Senator Orn Free Taa, who’d been busy beseeching the room for assistance for his own planet of Ryloth. That is, before he got down to dinner. He was massively obese, as everyone knew, but Ahsoka was just as excited by his fat as she was by the Senator for Christophsis’ muscles. She wondered whether she might be seeing her future in the huge Twi’lek Senator, and felt queerly excited at the prospect.

Ahsoka was also finding herself drawn to the women in the room, a development she had not been expecting. It seemed her newfound hedonism was opening up doors in her head she’d never imagined were there. There was young Senator Mothma, whose short hair framed her angular face invitingly. There was her old friend Riyo Chuchi… whose curves Ahsoka could have sworn looked ever so slightly softer since she’d last seen her a week ago. And then, finally, there was the person Ahsoka had spent most of her time looking at (besides her husband): Padme Amidala.

Padme had recently given birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Ahsoka knew full well who the father must be, but since Padme wasn’t saying anything on the subject she held her silence too. There had been debate about whether Padme should resign, but the incredible young Senator had soon proved herself capable of juggling babies and career. Of course, Ahsoka mused, she wasn’t as alone in her efforts as many assumed, now that the Jedi Knights were no longer constantly being sent to faraway worlds.

The reason Ahsoka was so attracted to her friend Padme in particular was the very noticeable change her body had undergone. Her double pregnancy had left its mark on her body, and the Senator from Naboo now had a protruding gut, widened hips and butt, and boobs that had gone up a cup size. It wasn’t nearly as much weight as Ahsoka had gained: 20 pounds, perhaps 25. The Togruta thought it looked intoxicating on her old friend, who was seated on the opposite side of the table, a little to her right. Ahsoka had a good angle on her, and had slyly gazed at her bigger tits and curving, thick belly.

It was clear, however, that Padme was uncomfortable with her increased weight, as she was wearing her most conservative dress. The only reason Ahsoka could even detect her weight gain was because it was too small on her. Padme still held the room captivated with her eloquent oratory, but her weight gain was clearly… well, weighing on her.

Ahsoka had snuck another glance at the chubby Senator from Naboo when Lux surreptitiously dug his elbow into her plush side. It actually made contact with the mountain of food packed into her belly, and Ahsoka inhaled in pain. ‘What?’ she whispered, momentarily annoyed.

‘Are you finished ogling Senator Amidala yet?’ Lux whispered back, his tone amused. ‘I never knew you were into girls, Ahsoka.’

Ahsoka smiled, softening. Between her last few bites of her cumble, she muttered: ‘Neither did I, until tonight. This is going to change how I see my massages, let me tell you.’

‘Still, I hope you haven’t grown tired of me,’ Lux teased her.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes fondly. ‘If you’ve seen me looking at Padme, or Riyo, or Senator Taa, then you must have caught me staring at you more than them all combined. I’ve certainly seen all your elevator eyes coming in my direction: I hope you’re more subtle than that in the Senate!’

Lux couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and the rest of the table momentarily glanced over to him, then went back to their desserts, seeing he was just sharing a joke with his wife. Riyo smiled affectionately at the sight.

Ahsoka chuckled back, and looked Lux up and down once again, getting a fuller view of his lean, strong body than she had for the whole dinner. It was so different to her own flabby form, which she knew had got a lot weaker as she’d lost muscle mass over the last couple of months. The contrast appealed to her.

Swallowing the last of her crumble, Ahsoka made to stand up, but failed to account for how full she was. She fell back into her cushioned seat with an ‘Oof!’, and looked into Lux’s eyes. The spark in them told him everything he needed to know.

‘Here?!’ he whispered in shock back to her. Anxiety started to come into his eyes. ‘But… the others…’

‘Won’t be going up to the roof for another twenty minutes,’ Ahsoka reasoned. ‘The meteor shower’s not until then.’ She twisted round in her seat and leaned forward, pushing her cleavage into Lux’s field of vision, the silver necklace dangling luxuriantly over her tits. Her husband gulped, but couldn’t look away.

Ahsoka put two hands on her packed gut and gave it a shake, wincing in both pain and pleasure as she felt her sack of fat wobble and disturb the food contained within. ‘Don’t you want to fuck me while I’m stuffed?’ she suggested, tilting her head, her plumper head-tails falling to one side. ‘I know you want to get your hands all over this big, bulging belly…’

As well as tempting Lux, Ahsoka was revving herself up too. She explored that ‘big, bulging belly’ of hers with her hands, loving the feel of the soft skin stretched taut by her unabashed gluttony. She huffed, feeling definitively heated down below now. Since Lux seemed overwhelmed by her advances, she decided to force the issue. With a grunt, she picked herself up from the table, using the wooden surface to lever her glutted frame upright. She tugged her dress down over her lardy body again, since her gorging had made it ride up a bit.

‘I feel like going and looking at the night sky, Lux,’ she said in a voice the whole room could hear. ‘Care to join me?’ Her pussy was throbbing now as she knew all the Senators’ eyes were on how fat and bloated she looked standing up.

Lux couldn’t help himself. He got out a wobbly: ‘Yes, I’ll join you, Ahsoka,’ and then she led him by hand out of the room, gentle but firm. There were titters and chuckles, as the other diners could full well guess what was about to happen. Riyo and Padme shared an especially amused glance.

Coruscant’s sun had set, and it was a star-specked sky that greeted Ahsoka and Lux as the tubby Togruta led her husband out onto the rooftop. Comfortable chairs had already been laid out so the Senators could observe the coming meteor shower. Ahsoka found an armless one, and pressed Lux firmly down into it.

Ahsoka was breathing audibly. This wasn’t due to exertion, as she had deliberately taken the lift, but due to a nervous excitement. Her flame of her sexual appetite had been fanned throughout the meal, both by all the hot bodies around her and by the thought, in the back of her mind, of what her gluttony was going to do to her own body. The ex-Jedi was thrilled by her own hedonism, so contrary to everything she’d ever been taught at the Temple. She guided Lux’s uncertain hands onto her stuffed gut, and smiled at the warmth of her love’s touch, face pink with wine.

‘There must be enough inside there to feed this entire delegation for three days,’ Ahsoka mused. Gently, but firmly, she guided Lux’s hands in a soothing circling motion around the curves of her belly.

‘I’ll say…’ Lux breathed, clearly aroused by his wife’s portly frame. He bit his lip and looked up at the Togruta. ‘Are you… really happy like this, Ahsoka?’

Ahsoka grinned and looked down at the Senator. ‘Have I given you any impression I wasn’t?’ she asked jovially.

‘No, it’s just… I guess it’s just what you’re meant to ask,’ Lux admitted. He continued to rub his wife’s gut, and Ahsoka let out a few small moans, and a few not-so-small burps.

‘Well, I… ohhh… suppose that’s just – buurrrp – it,’ Ahsoka explained. ‘I’m not doing – brrarp – what I’m meant – ohh – to do anymore.’ She gripped Lux’s hands again. ‘The Jedi trained me to be physically and spiritually perfect. Now, eating whatever I want, drinking whatever I want… I actually love seeing the consequences. Feeling the consequences.’ Ahsoka ran her hands over her wide butt and her heavy boobs, before returning her hands to her belly, where Lux was still gently pressing into her. ‘And of course, there’s one other thing I get to do now,’ she added with a smirk, the quantity of wine she’d imbibed emboldening her.

‘What’s that?’ Lux said, enraptured by his plump wife.

Ahsoka attempted to lean down to whisper in Lux’s ear, but grimaced and withdrew as her belly was far too full. She and her lover chuckled, before she said in a low voice: ‘I also get to fuck whenever I want.’

With those words, which sent a thrill down her spine, Ahsoka dropped herself into Lux’s lap, straddling his hips with her thickened legs, her fat, food-packed belly invading his personal space. She was so heavy that Lux had the wind knocked out of him, and barely had time to catch his breath before Ahsoka started drowning him in hot, sloppy kisses. Her coordination was a little off because of her tipsy state, but she definitely knew what she wanted to do.

Once he’d got over the shock, Lux ran his hands over his wife’s back, kneading her developing back rolls, stroking her burgeoning love handles, and cupping her fleshy arse cheeks. Ahsoka could feel his cock, still trapped beneath his clothes, pressing up into her, and she joyously rolled her hips down onto it. Lux groaned in pleasure as Ahsoka dry-humped him, and also because her weight really was pressing into him. Ahsoka felt waves of sexual power rushing through her, and snaked her hands beneath Lux’s shirt, feeling how his hardened stomach contrasted with her orb of lard.

Ahsoka’s dress rode up enormously during her efforts, and finally, feeling the need for more than dry-humping, she lifted herself up for a moment, wincing as her muscles strained with the unaccustomed effort, and pulled her skirt up to her bloated waist. Lux quickly undid his trousers, and shoved them down just enough for Ahsoka to gain access to his dick, before she couldn’t help but fall back down onto him.

Her pussy squished against his cock, making them both cry out, and then Ahsoka authoritatively manoeuvred Lux’s dick inside her gushing walls.

‘Oh, karabast,’ Ahsoka swore. She started bouncing up and down, every impact sending new spikes of pleasure through her overweight body. It also sent waves of strangely satisfying discomfort through her belly, as all the food piled inside started jostling and shaking. Ahsoka forced Lux’s shirt up further and started massaging his broad chest, adoring the feeling of his hot flesh beneath her own. Lux, for his part, was obsessed with his beautiful, passionate wife, and bucked his hips up eagerly to meet her thrusts, begging her for more of her heaviness; more of her weight.

The overfed ex-Jedi became out-of-breath rather quickly. Encounters like this were the only exercise she’d been doing in the last few months, and although she’d been doing it a lot, it was far outweighed by the amount of calories she’d been scoffing. Thus, her breaths started to come in loud, short bursts, and sweat ran down her chubby face and plump head-tails as she came nearer and nearer her climax. Soon, both her breasts had popped out of their too-small confines, and Lux had taken them both hungrily in his hands. The additional stimulation of her nipples was what sent Ahsoka over the edge.

‘AAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAAA!’ she screamed, loud enough that whoever lived in the top flat likely heard. Cum splattered around Lux’s cock and onto his pelvis. Ahsoka kept bouncing for several more seconds after her orgasm, then collapsed, panting, panting, panting.

Lux hadn’t quite reached his own climax, but was honestly quite happy just to sit there with Ahsoka weighing him down from above. But when Ahsoka recovered her senses, she slid gently off Lux’s cock, got down on her knees, and swiftly and passionately brought him to completion with the fire of her mouth, swallowing his seed as he came.

When Lux raised his eyebrow at her decision, she shrugged, and admitted: ‘All that exercise has made me a little hungry again.’

Loath as either was to move, the married couple had to clean themselves up quickly, since the other dinner guests would be arriving on the rooftop shortly. Ahsoka picked off a leaf from a nearby potted plant to wipe her cum off Lux’s pelvis, and then they helped each other back into their clothes, and laid down to try to catch their breath before the others arrived.

They both managed it, but they were both still sweating slightly by the time the others arrived. Beyond that, and a little rumple in Ahsoka’s dress, they looked perfectly innocent as they sat waiting in their chairs. Padme sat next to Ahsoka, and Riyo took up a position beside Lux. They didn’t say anything, but Ahsoka could sense their amusement, and felt amused herself at the fact.

All together, the Senators watched the meteor shower sparkle over Coruscant’s busy skyline, and Ahsoka and Lux held hands throughout.

The next morning, Ahsoka didn’t wake up until nearly midday. Once she’d completed her morning ablutions (if you could still call them that), she glanced over at the bathroom scales. She’d commented to Lux recently about how she’d weighed 110 pounds when they got married, wondering how much she weighed now. She decided to find out.

Once she’d stripped naked, Ahsoka stepped on the scales. Her soft orange gut wasn’t big enough (yet) to obscure her vision, but she did have to bend forward slightly. What she saw took her aback.

192 lbs.

She’d put on over 80 pounds in the last few months. ‘Force,’ the Togruta exclaimed to herself. ‘I really have been making a pig of myself.’ Then she grinned and trod over to the bathroom mirror, turning to the side to see how her belly stuck out and hung down. She slapped it, sending a ripple through the excess flesh, before jiggling the globe in delight.

‘Well, it’s nearly midday,’ she said to herself. Feeling a flutter of thrill in her bloated, but now empty, belly, she continued: ‘I’d best catch up on breakfast… and then have some lunch.’

Not bothering to get dressed, Ahsoka wandered out of her bedroom, flabby arse jiggling as she went.