Peace and Plenty Chapter 6: Old Comrades

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This story features: Weight gain, sex, drunkenness, very light slob (I'm not even sure it counts).

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‘Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!’

The atmosphere in 79’s, one of Coruscant’s Clone bars, was thrilled and raucous. There was a drinking competition going on in the centre of the space: six clones were downing a thick beer as fast as they could, as their brothers chanted encouragement. However, there were three other participants in the game.

Next to Boost, the Clone farthest from the door, was Senator Lux Bonteri. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep up with the Republic’s soldiers, and spluttered in defeat less than halfway through his second drink.

Beside him was Senator Riyo Chuchi, whose hanging, wide belly, bloated round face, and arse that spilled over her barstool, might have made one think she could handle her liquor. She certainly did better than her fellow member of the Galactic Congress, never stopping or faltering; greedily lapping up all the beer placed before her. However, Riyo proved to be something of a lightweight (the irony didn’t escape the watching Clones), and only took a few gulps from her third drink before she tumbled off her stool, spilling the beer all over the floor as her belly bounced out of her (theoretically) waist-high trousers. One of the audience, the medic Kix, rushed over to see if she was all right. She was, and drunkenly hiccuped and told Kix what a good-looking man he was.

One of the Clones had surrendered before the Senator from Pantora, but the others proved very resilient. Their third drinks went down, their fourth, their fifth… It was on the sixth and seventh that most of them collapsed or shook their heads. On the eighth drink another ran fast as a fighter to the bathroom. Then there was just Jesse, and the Clones’ final guest.

Ahsoka was now wide enough, and heavy enough, that she required two bar stools to support her mass. Her massive doughy arse cheeks nonetheless continued to droop weightily over the sides of her augmented seat, while her enormous thighs pressed against the deliberate tightness of her striped blue-and-white trousers. They had a shirt to match, but Ahsoka had long since pulled it up, and pulled her belly out of the hem of her trousers too. Its outer edges sat on her meaty lap, while its centre, pulled by gravity, hung thickly between her legs, jiggling with the Togruta’s slightest move. She hadn’t worn a bra, and her moon-like tits sagged onto the uppermost curve of her belly, nipples hard with arousal as she overindulged yet again. Her second chin burgeoned even as she tipped her head up, a permanent fixture of her face now, and her head-tails had grown so fat that even the ending points were as wide as two of her plump fingers.

The ex-Jedi’s eyes scanned the room as she drank. She was very drunk now, but she could still make out the figure of Rex through the increasing alcoholic haze. He wasn’t cheering with the other observers, but there was a definite smile on his face as he watched his old friend trounce his brothers. Ahsoka gave him a wink as she reached for her tenth drink. Jesse reached as well, but as soon as the heady liquid touched his tongue he coughed and raised his hands in defeat.

Ahsoka didn’t even notice until she’d drained her last drink. She belched noisily, and all the Clones around her laughed and whooped. She blinked, looked at Jesse with his head in his hands, at Riyo drooling onto the floor, at Lux’s adoring eyes, and at Rex’s just barely widened smile. Then she grinned and bellowed with laughter herself.

She didn’t remember much of what happened after her victory, but when she came to her senses again, she was draped over one corner of a sofa, while Riyo snored very loudly at the other end. She looked up and there was Rex.

‘Hey, kid,’ he intoned simply, his joy at seeing her obvious. He gestured to her tight blue-and-white outfit. ‘I like your get-up.’

Ahsoka was still pretty intoxicated, but she felt capable of holding a limited conversation. ‘Thanksh,’ she slurred. ‘Sheemed only – hic – fair. After your helmets.’

Rex glanced over at Riyo. ‘These Senators can’t hold their drink, can they?’ he asked in a good-natured tease. Ahsoka shook her head, smiling.

‘Well, I’m glad we were able to give them a good time nonetheless. I know I’ve already told you, but… I’m so grateful for what you guys have been doing for us.’

Ahsoka reached out a hand and took Rex’s palm in her own. He seemed a little surprised by the contact, but didn’t pull away. He took note of the 501 ring that was now forever on Ahsoka’s finger.

‘You should be thanking yourshelf,’ the Togruta told him sincerely. ‘Nobody’s done more for your brothers than you, Rexsh.’

Rex was amused by Ahsoka’s drunken mangling of his name, and embarrassed by her compliment. ‘Thanks, kid,’ he replied modestly. He withdrew his hand, and sat on a chair next to his old comrade. ‘It’s going to be strange getting used to the changes, though. Not being in the Army anymore. I haven’t even decided what I’m going to do yet, even though I’ve been helping everyone else to.’

Ahsoka gazed at her friend sympathetically. She tried to think of something, but her mind was too clouded for that at present.

‘I don’t think I’ll be much help to you in my current shtate,’ she admitted. ‘Come to mine and Luxsh’s tomorrow. We can talk about it over a meal.’ She involuntarily licked her lips at the prospect.

Rex chuckled, and nodded in assent. ‘I might just do that. Don’t worry, though: I’ll give you plenty of time to sleep this off.’ He smiled gratefully. ‘Thank you, Ahsoka.’

Ex-Commander Tano raised her hands in accommodation. ‘Hey, what are friendsh for?’ She started to try to get to her feet then, struggling against both her intoxication and her heavy, unfit body. Rex got his strong arm under her flabby one and helped pull her up.

‘Now, if you’ll exshcu – hic – exshcushe me: I’m absolutely starving.’ With that, Ahsoka waddled off to the bar, her gait made even more ungainly by her beer binge. Rex found himself staring at her enormous, double-width arse as it jiggled in the tight confines of her white-and-blue trousers, and felt a developing tightness of his own in the same area. He coughed into his hand, shook his head to dispel such a thought, and strode away to rejoin his brothers as they recovered from getting their resounding defeat at the ex-Jedi’s pudgy hands.

Rex turned up at Ahsoka’s flat at 10 o’clock the next morning. He and Ahsoka had always woken up long before then during the war, but he appreciated she’d need some time to recover from her binge last night. However, even at this time no one responded to his first ring of the doorbell, nor his second, nor his third. Frowning, he was considering calling the building’s security, when he heard a thunderous thump-thump from inside the flat, and the sound of fat rubbing against fat as Ahsoka came to the door.

The normally stoic Clone Captain couldn’t help but gape at the sight that greeted him when the door slid open. Ahsoka was fully naked, her bright orange gut melding into a burgeoning fupa, that more or less concealed her plump pussy. Her thighs were wide enough to push her bare feet apart where they stood on the floor, her back and sides were made entirely of thick rolls of fat, and her arms were like pillows. Rex found his gaze settling on his old comrade’s tits: he may have seen her hardened nipples through her crop top last night, but that still didn’t compare to seeing them in the full nude. They were like great saucer ships, and were a significantly darker shade of orange to the rest of Ahsoka’s morbidly obese body. They sagged down atop her gut and oozed to the sides to join her back rolls. Rex had become incredibly hard incredibly fast, and his metal codpiece, designed to protect his privates in battle, was paining him now. But to be sure, he preferred that to the possibility of Ahsoka seeing how aroused she was making him: she was his former superior officer, and his friend besides. It was too weird.

Still, Rex kept staring at the Togruta’s heavy, soft breasts. He realised, he thought too late, that such an ogling would give away his illicit attraction just as clearly as a tent in his trousers, so, with the discipline of a hardened soldier, he forced his eyes up to look into his friend’s face. And, to his relief and his further shock, he discovered that Ahsoka actually hadn’t noticed his long stare, because she was still mostly asleep.

Her eyes were struggling to flutter open, and there was a stain of drool pasted over her left cheek where she’d been lying against her pillow. One of her engorged head tails was drooping back over her soft shoulder, mussed up in her sleep. Groaning, Ahsoka rubbed at her eyes and crumbled away the crust of her dreams. Eyes still heavily lidded, she managed to look at who was waking her at such an unreasonable hour.

Her first reaction was one of pleasant surprise. ‘Rex!’ she cried, smiling despite her tiredness. Then she yawned, long and slow, making her second chin crease and fold against her rotund neck. ‘What are you doing here so early?’ she then asked.

Rex cleared his throat. ‘Um, Ahsoka…’ he mumbled, and pointed with an uncharacteristically nervous finger down at her sloping stomach.

It took the ex-Jedi a moment to realise what he was doing, foggy as her brain was from her interrupted sleep. When she finally looked down, she wasn’t embarrassed or mortified, making no scramble to cover herself. She just turned her face back up and grinned. The expression was… almost proud.

‘Whoops; sorry. But that is what you get for coming here at such a ridiculous time,’ Ahsoka commented. She turned, and Rex couldn’t stop himself from staring at her luscious back rolls, and her enormous shelf of an arse. Luckily for him, Ahsoka didn’t look back as she gestured for him to follow. ‘Come on; come in. I’ll put a dressing gown on and we can talk about you.’

Rex gratefully followed his friend inside, and forced himself to sit on the sofa, looking at anything but Ahsoka as she waddled to the bedroom to dress. He found himself marvelling at how luxurious her new home was: how simply big it was. It was appropriate, he supposed, as it reflected her new figure.

The overwrought Captain looked up keenly as he heard the slow, weighty steps of his friend returning, and raised an eyebrow as she entered holding a large blanket in front of her. She obviously wasn’t enjoying holding it up with her jelly-like arms, and it slipped several times to reveal her ham-like hips, lardy, rolling thighs and, once, her bloated breasts. Rex was looking away again when Ahsoka collapsed onto the sofa next to him: the impact made his body involuntarily jump up, and when he braved another look at Ahsoka she’d got the blanket mostly covering her. Only her shoulders and her cleavage were showing now, aside from the arms she laid over her broad stomach, outlined boldly against the blanket. He noticed she was panting a little even from the short walk to and from her bedroom. He supposed he should have been concerned, but it just made his crotch ache again.

He felt a thrill as his friend looked at him with a sparkle in her eye. She was still sleepy, but had wiped off her drool and righted her errant head tail. Force; when had Ahsoka got so gorgeous? Well, he realised, after eating far too much every day.

Ahsoka had Rex fetch a pad from the kitchen, along with a light snack of four bacon sandwiches, which he found himself strangely eager to make. Ahsoka then immediately started scoffing down the crispy, smokey meat, whilst simultaneously going through the different jobs she thought Rex could turn his hand to.

‘Your leadership skills will instantly get you a high position in anything,’ she explained between greedy munches. ‘If you want something along the lines of the Army, there are plenty of security companies out there.’ She showed him the research she’d done. ‘But I get the feeling you’d want to do something for the community. BRRUUUP!’ Ahsoka didn’t even bother to excuse herself, and simply started stuffing the second sandwich into her gob. Rex was having considerable trouble concentrating on the job proposals now, but he was still floored by how much work Ahsoka had done.

‘When did you have the time for all this?’ he asked suddenly. ‘I mean… I don’t mean to be rude, kid, but there’s no way you could have done it after you came home last night.’ She’d been so drunk, and so stuffed, that she’d only been able to stand with three of his brothers supporting her, and it had taken wafting a steaming burrito under her nose to get her to waddle, with zero coordination, to the taxi.

Ahsoka laughed softly, admitting the fact with an inclination of her head. ‘To tell you the truth, Rex, I’d already been looking up a job for you for some time. I’ve been helping Lux with employment plans for all the Clones, but I can’t deny I took an especial interest in your future. I hope you don’t mind the favouritism?’ She stopped eating for once to give him a small, mature smile.

Rex shook his head. ‘After all we’ve been through? Not a bit.’ He redirected her attention back to the pad. ‘You’re right; those private security companies don’t interest me. What were the community proposals you had in mind?’

‘There’s no shortage of need for aid in the Galaxy today, obviously,’ Ahsoka replied. ‘You guys have been on the front line of providing it. But even after the Grand Army of the Republic is dissolved, people will still need help, and there are all kinds of charities you could work for. They’d be tripping over themselves to get such a seasoned, handsome old veteran like yourself.’ The look his old comrade gave him then, a small, cheeky leer, was decidedly unlike any way she’d ever looked at him before.

Rex felt colour in his cheeks, and try as he might he couldn’t will it away. ‘That sounds like a good idea,’ he said, desperate to cloak his embarrassment, and excitement. ‘Any in particular you’d recommend?’

He barely listened to the three or four names Ahsoka rattled off, or her summaries of what they did. She finished her last sandwich partway through her advice, and as she sucked the grease that had seeped through the bread off her fingers, Rex got a sudden image of the vast Togruta sucking his cock instead. He clenched his fists in his hands, and then Ahsoka told him one more name.

‘And then, you could always join the Mina Bonteri Foundation. Lux set it up in his mother’s name.’

‘Yeah; I remember,’ Rex said, attempting to cling to the normal conversation.

‘It works in both the Republic and the Confederacy: so it’s actually a very important vehicle for continuing goodwill between us as well as being a force for material good. Force, listen to me!’ the ex-Jedi suddenly exclaimed, half-amused and half-shocked. ‘I sound as if I’m a Senator now, and not just married to one.’

Rex smiled, still happy for his old friend through his haze of unexpected arousal for her. ‘Senator Bonteri is a very lucky man,’ he said, sounding a little more emphatic than he’d intended.

Ahsoka quirked an eyebrow, but passed no further comment on Rex’s emotional slip. ‘We’re both very lucky,’ she agreed. Something occurred to her then. ‘You have another meeting with him today, don’t you?’

‘Uh… yeah.’ That had been far from Rex’s mind ever since he’d seen Ahsoka standing naked at the door. He felt slight discomfort now: he knew the young couple had a very open marriage, but it still felt weird to him to go and speak with Lux while his thoughts were still full of how much he wanted to kiss and squeeze his wife. It just compounded how guilty he felt for harbouring such feelings towards his old Commander in the first place. ‘I think I might cancel, though,’ he admitted. ‘I’m… not quite feeling myself today.’

‘The party last night a little too much for you?’ Rex could see that Ahsoka’s question was a loaded one, especially given how she leaned back ever so slightly onto her pudgy palms, jutting her curving, blubbery gut out by the tiniest of margins. Still, he couldn’t see a way not to answer her question. It would be the truth, anyway.

‘I was a bit… overwhelmed,’ he admitted, and tried his best to keep his eyes on Ahsoka’s face, and not her enormous bosom. Ahsoka just grinned back, obviously pleased by what she’d heard. Rex could feel the sexuality bubbling between them like a boiling pot, and it felt so wrong… and yet… and yet…

‘Well, I know he’ll be disappointed if you don’t turn up. He and Riyo rely on you. I’ll go to support you; how about that?’ There was a mischief behind Ahsoka’s eyes that she made no attempt to disguise.

Rex knew he should say no. But his instantaneous reply was: ‘Yes. Please come with me.’ His cheeks heated slightly, and he thought, Force, what am I doing? But then Ahsoka was struggling to her feet, grinning and excitedly talking about their coming day out, and Rex gave her his arm to assist. When she waddled away to get properly dressed, her blanket seemed to slip, revealing her roll-riddled back and quaking arse cheeks to Rex. It had looked perfectly accidental, but the Clone Captain was certain it had been deliberate.

Rex’s suspicions were only confirmed by the outfit Ahsoka chose to wear to the Senate. He knew she sometimes donned long, elegant dresses these days, but this time she was wearing something significantly more homespun.

The jean-shorts were far too small for her massive arse, and her cheeks peeked pudgily out of its leg holes; not to mention how the rest of them were hugged skin-tight by what did cover her. There was no way the ex-Jedi would have been able to fasten the shorts’ button over her hanging gut, so instead she’d done them up beneath it. Even so, they were barely holding on around her huge hips. Her shirt was equally ill-fitting: a button-down affair, with all the buttons straining against her girth. Orange ovals of fat surged between the pained buttons at every stage, while a healthy slab of her gut simply hung out of the shirt’s untucked bottom. Ahsoka was at least wearing a bra, although that looked a size or two too small as well, and her deep cleavage was almost as obvious as it had been when she’d draped herself in the blanket.

When they reached the Senate, Rex’s cock wanted to walk behind Ahsoka to see her poorly-concealed arse jiggle and shake, but he was prevented by his own better instincts and the slowness of Ahsoka’s waddle. Even though the transport landing was perfectly flat ground, she shuffled along at a snail’s pace, bloated thighs chafing against each other. Rex had to slow his pace enormously to stay by her side, and from there he heard her breathing more and more heavily, until they finally got inside and to the lift to Lux’s office. He glanced over at her as they rode up, and saw heavy trickles of sweat making her face, chest, and legs shine. In the war, Ahsoka had been an acrobat, who easily outpaced Rex for speed. He need only remember their race down to the surface of Mandalore. Now she was an obese, hopelessly out-of-shape hog, who couldn’t even waddle across a transport landing without getting winded. He’d never been more aroused, and he could glimpse in Ahsoka’s expression that she felt the same way.

Lux was helpful and charming, and kept openly staring at his wife’s exposed fat. Ahsoka had fallen into a chair the second she’d got to his office, and now her buttons, on shirt and shorts, were almost audibly screaming for the sweet release of death.

Once she’d caught her breath, and had downed a quick glass of wine from Lux’s stock, Ahsoka coordinated expertly with her husband to explain to Rex all the operations of the Mina Bonteri Foundation, and together they came up with some quite convincing suggestions for where he might want to work. With the choices narrowed down, Rex downloaded the information, and with a grateful smile thanked his friends.

‘After the help you gave us to free Onderon, it’s the least I can do,’ Lux answered with a wave of his hand.

‘And we’re already doing more,’ Ahsoka explained. ‘Some other Clones have already signed on for work with the Foundation after the war. It’s quite new, so we haven’t been able to spread the word much yet. You think you could help with that, Rex?’

The Captain’s smile became one of fondness. Ahsoka’s sedentary, hedonistic new lifestyle hadn’t dulled her intelligence, or her commitment to others. Indeed, if anything, her passion for worldly pleasures seemed to have increased her zeal for helping people. ‘I’ll be sure to do that, Ahsoka,’ he said in answer to her question.

‘I knew I could count on you,’ Ahsoka said happily. She turned to Lux. ‘Now, if it’s all right with you, Lux, I think I’d like to show Rex a few other things in the Senate building.’ Rex saw the look that passed between husband and wife, and the smirks that pulled at both of their faces. ‘Just try not to disturb the quiet of the Senate too much this time, Ahsoka,’ the human told the Togruta. His tone was completely innocuous.

‘I can make no promises,’ Ahsoka replied, and Rex knew the cheekiness in her tone told of far more than giving a too-loud tour.

In any case, Ahsoka was soon panting far too hard to describe any of the sights to him. Not only that, but she seemed to be leading him on a very direct, un-scenic route, taking him up a couple of levels in a lift, down a corridor filled with dignitaries who parted, with stares both respectful and disgusted, to let the obese Togruta past, and into an office that was much more elaborately decorated than her husband’s.

All the way there, the thought of what Ahsoka was planning had been thundering through Rex’s mind. Even as he’d remained transfixed by her blubbery body as it jiggled through the Senate building, Rex had resolved that, as soon as they reached their destination, he was going to tell Ahsoka he couldn’t do what she wanted. It would be too strange: she was his comrade-in-arms and his friend. He couldn’t act on his newfound attraction to her: it was simply not possible.

He decided to let Ahsoka catch her breath before he broke the news to her: that he could do at least. He used the time to glance around at the room they were in, and noted some designs and artefacts he recognised. ‘Those are Kaminoan,’ he observed.

‘This is – pant – Senator Burtoni’s office,’ Ahsoka explained. She swiped a hand across her forehead to clean away some of her sweat. ‘She’s not – phew – here at the moment. Back on Kamino with the Prime Minister.’ The ex-Jedi had almost recovered.

‘Right,’ Rex acknowledged, remembering. The Kaminoans had been very displeased that the Republic had cancelled further orders for Clone Troopers, and even more displeased that the Senate had demanded all Clones be allowed to pursue their own lives in the postwar world. Lama Su and his subordinates had claimed the Clones remained their ‘property’, and Rex and Ahsoka had both contributed to the Republic’s legal battle to ensure the Clones gained their freedom. Senator Burtoni was back on Kamino now with her leader, trying to hash out a way their planet could retain its prominence in the Senate without the Republic needing further troops.

In the time it took for Rex to muse on all of this, Ahsoka had completely got her breath back, although there was still an unhealthy sheen of sweat all over her plump face. She was looking at him with a small, friendly, plotting smile. Rex steeled himself and began, in a deadly serious tone, ‘Ahsoka…’

Then, before he could get anything more out, his old friend was on him, pulling his face down to hers, kissing him powerfully on the lips, sticking her tongue tenderly, probingly, inside his mouth. And Rex kissed back, dropping his helmet on the floor as he wrapped his arms as far as they could go around Ahsoka’s triple-wide frame, his gloved fingers sinking deep into her bountiful hip and back fat. They pulled each other closer, so that Ahsoka’s gut was bunched up against Rex’s toned torso, nearly overwhelming him with its mass and warmth. Ahsoka kept one of her hands gripping Rex’s head, loving and affectionate but firm, while the other snaked around his armoured back.

Rex pulled Ahsoka’s corpulent torso off of him, but kept their lips connected, and they dove and danced with their tongues as he hurriedly undid all the straining buttons of her poor shirt. The ex-Jedi, meanwhile, had deftly removed his utility belt, throwing it purposefully aside. Then she unclipped every piece of his leg armour that she could get her pudgy hands on.

The Clone Captain had just undone the topmost of Ahsoka’s buttons, freeing her engorged neck, when he felt her discard his codpiece. Then his cock sprang free, bulging through his flexible smallclothes, and Ahsoka seized it hungrily in her meaty, soft hand. Rex moaned loudly down Ahsoka’s throat, and felt his knees go to jelly. He pulled away and collapsed into a nearby sofa: it was rather long and thin, to accommodate a Kaminoan physique, so Ahsoka saw that she couldn’t sit on it comfortably. Instead she gave Rex a sardonic look from above.

‘I’m flattered I was able to make you lose feeling in your legs so quickly,’ she commented, amused.

‘I’m sorry, Ahsoka, it’s just… I’ve never done anything like this before. There wasn’t much time during the war, and even when there was…’

‘The Kaminoans didn’t encourage it any more than the Jedi Order did. Yeah, I know.’ Ahsoka’s tone was gentle now, and she gingerly removed her struggling shirt. Rex gulped as she reached behind her back and undid her ill-fitting clasp, letting her tits bounce free once again.

Somehow they looked even more breathtaking than this morning. The Togruta’s expansive nipples were hardening as her arousal mounted, and Rex was beyond glad his cock wasn’t confined anymore. Ahsoka took a couple of lumbering steps over to Rex and tenderly guided his hands up to cup her boobs. Rex didn’t know what to do, so he just followed his instincts as he always had. He squeezed Ahsoka’s bloated pillows: as he couldn’t hope to cup the fullness of either in one of his measly palms, he instead concentrated on her nipples, and felt them stiffen even further under his strong, but careful touch.

Clearly, his instincts were good, because Ahsoka threw back her head and groaned low in her throat. Still gentle, she took Rex by the arms and gave him a slight tug to ask him to get to his feet. She couldn’t have actually pulled him up if she’d tried, such was the sorry state of her arm muscles, but guiding him to minister to her breasts had given him some confidence again, so he found he had no problem in getting up.

Ahsoka backed up, slow step by heavy step, letting Rex continue to grope and tantalise her, until she felt her shelf-arse hit the other shelf of Senator Burtoni’s desk. Then she plucked Rex’s hands off her breasts, and started undoing his gauntlets as he bent his head to kiss her fleshy neck instead. It was difficult to keep her cool enough to continue removing all of Rex’s upper armour, and she let out plenty of loud, rumbling moans as she did so. But her far greater experience meant she was able to concentrate enough to multitask, while Rex was completely consumed by kissing her neck, her lips, her tits and her lips again.

Eventually, Ahsoka prised her old comrade’s face off of her own, and redirected his attention to her still-intact shorts. His hazy, smitten eyes lit up with understanding, and they switched roles. He dug his hands underneath the front of her hanging belly, and undid her pitifully tight button. Ahsoka sighed gratefully at the release, and left a trail of hickeys across Rex’s broad, toned chest, every now and then trailing a knowing finger along the length of his dick.

Once Rex had, struggling, tugged Ahsoka’s shorts and panties all the way down her lardy legs, they together undid the rest of his lower body armour. Then they were naked before each other, and Ahsoka felt her pussy gushing at the sight of Rex’s hard body, and his even harder cock.

The Clone Captain moved to come towards his ex-Commander again, and she almost let him, but at the last moment she held up a hand.

‘I really need to sit down,’ she explained. ‘My legs are killing me.’

‘Force; you’re so unfit,’ Rex said in absolute awe. Ahsoka grinned back at him.

‘I try my best.’

‘But, um… the sofa’s too small for you.’ Rex looked at her, bemused.

‘So it is.’ And with that, Ahsoka turned herself around, giving Rex an eyeful of her vast orange arse, and closed her eyes in concentration. Rex’s eyes were drawn away from the Togruta’s butt by the sight of all of Senator Burtoni’s desk adornments levitating into the air, before Ahsoka flung them, hard, onto the floor.

She turned back around and lifted her arms, juicy and hanging with fat, to Rex. ‘Help me up, and then let’s use this desk for some good for once.’

Rex eagerly obliged, although it was no easy task even for a man of his battle-hardened strength to hoist Ahsoka up onto the desk (especially since the ex-Commander was far too lazy to give him any help). They were both thankful the desk was exorbitantly expensive enough that it had the sturdiness to hold Ahsoka’s weight. It creaked and groaned, but held.

‘You’re so beautiful, Ahsoka,’ Rex said in a tone of abject marvel. She was sitting upright on the desk, hulking, thick belly pooling between her outspread thighs, themselves enormously wide. Her breasts were full and sagging, and her double-chinned face glowed in pleasure at Rex’s words.

‘You’re stunning too, Rex,’ she replied, just as sincerely. Ahsoka leaned forward slightly then, her naughty look reappearing. ‘Now… what do you want to do first?’

Rex gulped again, but stepped forward, closing the gap between their bodies, as he replied: ‘I want to… kiss you on your breasts again.’ So saying, he fully closed the distance and took her right one up into his mouth. Ahsoka hummed: he was inexperienced, but tender. His tongue licked all around her nipple, softly and reverently.

The Clone alternated between her tits, making her start to breath heavily. Well, that and the exertion of holding her immense weight up with her pathetic arms was doing that.

Rex felt her arms starting to quiver, and chuckled against her left tit. He pulled away from it with a wet pop. ‘Are you too fat to even stay sitting?’ he teased her softly.

‘What can I say?’ Ahsoka asked, feeling her pussy moisten even further at the discussion of her weight gain. ‘I know how to live the good life. And that means lots of drink, lots of food, and lots of fucking.’ The once-athletic woman lowered herself fully onto her back. She craned her neck up, and could only see Rex’s eyes and forehead over her mountainous gut. She flopped back down, and let out a ‘Ha!’ of surprise as Rex grabbed a handful of her belly fat.

‘Fucking’s the only exercise you ever get, isn’t it?’ he asked, and shook her belly.

‘Well, it’s the only kind of exercise that does me any good,’ Ahsoka reasoned. Rex grabbed another handful of her belly with his other hand. Ahsoka bit her lip. ‘You like it, though, don’t you, Rex?’ she teased him, much less gently than he’d teased her. ‘You like how greedy and lazy I’ve become. D’you want to know how much I weigh? How obese I’ve made my tiny little body?’

Rex’s grip tightened, and Ahsoka let out another small cry. ‘I tell you what; skinny people don’t know what they’re missing. My belly is such an erogenous zone,’ she commented.

‘How much do you weigh?’ Rex asked, quietly, and she could hear, could feel without the Force, how turned on he was.

‘Well, I stepped on the scale almost a week ago, so I’ve likely gained a pound or two more since then. But when last I weighed myself… I was 378 pounds.’

Rex cried out, and he sounded so pleased that Ahsoka thought for a moment that he’d cum just from hearing that, but she soon discovered she was wrong, as he thrust his still-hard cock inside her, still tender, but urgent and powerful in his urgency as well.

Ahsoka had made herself almost as worked up as Rex with her fat talk, and she started crying out loudly as he pounded her, again and again. She rocked her hips against his, meaning he had to hold on tighter to her gut as it jiggled like crazy. He kept one hand there, but sent the other up to hold one of her tits, and squished and squeezed and kneaded both her erogenous zones. She clenched her pussy muscles (they and her jaw were the only muscles of her body that hadn’t totally degraded) again and again around his cock, as tight as she could every time. She wanted to make his first time so good. He was certainly making it incredibly good for her, and before took long she was screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

‘REX! REEEEEEEXXXXX! OH… MY… FOOOOORCCCCCEEEEE!’ There were other offices on either side of them, but neither lover cared. Ahsoka let her gluttony go out on public display, so she saw no reason why her sexual pleasure should be any different. Rex saw the erotic logic in that, and it made him fuck his old comrade all the harder.

In a display of athleticism that had been lost to Ahsoka many moons ago, Rex pulled himself in one swift motion up onto the desk as he felt himself nearing his completion. He did this so that he could lean forward and kiss Ahsoka on the lips, as he held up her phenomenally heavy legs with his strong arms. That interrupted Ahsoka’s screams, although it far from stopped them. She kept yelling about how good he was and about how much she wanted him between every passionate smooch.

Rex came first, and the knowledge that she’d given her old friend, who’s suffered so much in the war, such pleasure, made Ahsoka finish too. Rex wasn’t exactly quiet as he rode out his orgasm, making sure to reach deep into Ahsoka with every thrust to give her the most happiness possible. But his cries were completely drowned out by Ahsoka’s screams and hollers of ecstasy.

The Clone Captain fell on top of the Togruta ex-Jedi once they were both spent, having to pull his dick out so that he could reach her face, and cuddle her enormous body in his arms. Their seeds spilled with abandon onto Senator Burtoni’s thickly lacquered desk.

They lay like that for several minutes, until Rex gently kissed Ahsoka’s bloated neck again. ‘Do you know what the hottest thing about this is?’ he asked quietly.

Ahsoka looked into his eyes, and ran her hand across the stubble of his shaved head. ‘No. What is it?’ she asked, genuinely curious.

‘It’s that… the next time we do this, you’ll be even fatter.’

Ahsoka grinned, and hummed again. ‘Now that’s the kind of prediction I like to hear,’ she replied. And then she kissed Rex again: slowly, softly, lovingly. ‘I love you, Captain Rex,’ she told him. It was true, in far more than just a sense of being lovers.

‘I love you too, Ahsoka Tano,’ he answered, and the two soldiers, who’d never known anything else but being soldiers, lost themselves in each other again, finding that there was far more to life than what the war had given them.