Peace and Plenty Chapter 2: Pampered Ex-Padawan

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This story features: Stuffing, weight gain [though not Ahsoka's yet], light slob, reference to drinking

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Ahsoka yawned, and enjoyed the sensation of stretching her limbs. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, and blearily looked over to her right, expecting to see Lux still lying on the other side of the bed. She always woke up before him.

But the bed’s other half was empty. Ahsoka frowned, and made to sit up. She winced and flopped back down onto the bed: her gut was still packed full of last night’s food, which was now eager to exit her body.

Once she’d hopped into the bedroom’s ensuite and evacuated herself, Ahsoka strode over to her bedroom’s clock and gasped at the time. It was past 10:00 hours.

The ex-Jedi got dressed in a haze of haste, pulling on a new pair of trousers and a crisp shirt – oh, their baggage had been brought up, she realised. Ahsoka speedily brushed her teeth, washed her face, then half-ran up to the bedroom door.

Then she stopped, and considered. What was she actually running for? She didn’t have to be up for any military duties, and she didn’t have any Jedi training to attend. She planned to work out this morning, but there was no rule saying she had to do so right away. Her stomach, freshly empty, rumbled. Ahsoka chuckled, half in disbelief.

‘I can’t be hungry again…’ she muttered. But the thought of what breakfast foods might be on hand in this luxurious place quickly drove her into the kitchen.

There she found Lux, clad in full Senate regalia, sipping a cup of tea and reading the newsfeed at the small kitchen table. She leaned next to him, and he made a show of not noticing her, then, with mock surprise, stared up at her. Ahsoka decided to let him have his fun, considering he’d helped her into bed last night.

‘Who are you and what have you done with Ahsoka Tano?’ Lux asked in shock. ‘She always woke up at 07:00 on the dot. I can only conclude that you’re a bounty hunter in a shadow hologram, here to collect your fee for capturing the famed Senator Bonteri.’

Ahsoka rolled her eyes fondly, then bent over and brought Lux’s face into hers. Her kiss was gentle this time. ‘Thanks for last night,’ she said gently.

‘It was no problem,’ Lux said earnestly. ‘It was kinda weird to see you let yourself go like that… but definitely a good weird!’

Ahsoka laughed. ‘Yeah, it felt like a good weird too.’ Her tummy grumbled again, louder this time, and Lux stared at her in genuine surprise this time.

‘Sounds like you want some more now,’ he said.

‘Yeah, I can’t deny that…’ Ahsoka admitted, then caught Lux’s teasing eye. ‘Hey, don’t look at me like that, Senate boy! I need to work out on a full stomach, don’t I?’

‘Well, what’s your pleasure?’ Lux asked, walking over to a cupboard. He brought out a packet of fresh pastries, and deposited them on a glistening plate. ‘All cream-filled,’ he advertised. Ahsoka licked her lips and raised a hand towards the nearest, then stopped herself. ‘And what’s the other choice?’ she asked, other hand on hip.

‘I could cook you up eggs and bacon,’ Lux suggested.

‘Don’t you have to be at the Senate today?’ Ahsoka asked, trying to keep her eyes off those delectable-looking pastries.

‘I put in a call; they’re not expecting me til midday. I wanted to see you when you woke up.’ Lux pulled out a packet of bacon. ‘So, eggs and bacon, then?’

‘Yeah, sure. Thanks, Lux,’ Ahsoka confirmed, then sat down. As Lux started frying the bacon, and cooking the egg yolk, the smells wafted over to Ahsoka. They were so enticing, and she was so hungry… she scratched her stomach as if to tell it to stop rumbling. And right next to her were those pastries… six of them. Lux wouldn’t notice if she had one, would he?

Ahsoka reached for one, then stopped. You can’t have both, she thought to herself. You shouldn’t work out on an empty stomach, but neither should you work out on a stuffed stomach. But then Ahsoka breathed in the scent of the bacon again, and felt the hollowness in her gut again. Oh, screw it, she thought. One won’t hurt. So, with the skill of a Jedi, she snuck one into her palm, then into her mouth. She had to suppress a moan as the cream filling hit her tongue. Force, they never served anything this good at the Temple.

The first pastry was gone in under a minute. Ahsoka carefully wiped her mouth clean of any evidence. But because she’d eaten it so quickly, Lux wasn’t nearly done with her bacon and eggs. She tapped her fingers on the wood of the table, then grabbed a second pastry. She made sure to eat that one more slowly. She was about to reach for a third, when Lux turned around with a plate full of savoury delights.

‘Here you go,’ he said, smiling. Ahsoka returned his warm expression and eagerly tucked into the meat and eggs, lathering the former with the latter before every weighty bite. Lux watched her in some fascination, eyes wide, as she gobbled down the whole meal.

She stifled a burp when she surfaced from her breakfast. She was definitely full now; probably a little more than full because of those pastries. But they’d been so good, she still wanted the others. She couldn’t help but glance at them, and then Lux noticed their diminished numbers.

‘Oh, I see you decided to choose the third option of both breakfasts?’ he teased. Ahsoka stood up and whacked him on the shoulder once more. Then her face broke into a grin.

‘Yeah, I know,’ she chuckled. ‘And the really bad thing is, I’m still hungry.’ She brushed her fingers over her still-flat stomach, and looked longingly at the remaining pastries.

‘Hey, if you’re still hungry, you should eat,’ Lux told her.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow at him. ‘You’re serious?’ she asked. ‘After how I made a pig of myself last night?’

‘I meant what I said when I said you deserve all this, Ahsoka. You’ve been through war, and separation, and hurt. You should be able to relax a little now.’

Ahsoka smiled at her husband again. ‘You dodged the question of whether I did make a pig of myself last night,’ she commented. ‘I guess that’s what being a Senator is all about.’

Lux laughed. ‘Your Master is right. You are snippy.’

Ahsoka laughed back, then looked over at the pastries again. ‘Oh, screw it,’ she said out loud this time. ‘I can always work out in the afternoon.’ So saying, she picked up the third pastry and chowed hungrily into it.

By the time she’d finished the plate, Ahsoka was feeling stuffed again. Not nearly so much as last night, but enough to make her want to sit down and lean back in her chair again. She exhaled heavily, stroking her now slightly curving belly gingerly.

‘You know, if I don’t work out this morning, I’m not quite sure what to do,’ she said. ‘I guess I could go help out Trace and Rafa…’

‘I’ve got an idea you might like,’ Lux interjected, and drew out some credits from his pocket. ‘There’s a really great massage parlour near here. I said you should relax; why don’t you go over there and get a professional to help you?’

Ahsoka raised her eyebrow again. She’d never been anywhere like that before; she couldn’t deny it did sound tempting. ‘Well…’ she mused, ‘I guess it would relax my muscles for my afternoon workout. Sure; OK; I’ll go.’

‘Great!’ Lux said, and gave his wife a smooch on the cheek as he passed her the credits. She gripped his cheek and moved his lips over to her own, and gave him a fiery kiss.

‘You’re a very kind man, Lux Bonteri,’ she told him. Then she stood up, and wrapped her arm jovially around his shoulders. ‘You ought to watch that those hounds in the Senate don’t take advantage of you.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Lux replied, grinning back at the Togruta. ‘I’ll be careful. You’d best be careful today too; you’ll probably get mobbed by all your admirers.’

Ahsoka rolled her eyes again. ‘Wanna play some Dejarik before you have to go?’ she suggested.

‘Absolutely,’ Lux agreed, and the pair of them went off to the impressive holo-emitter in the living room.

When, a couple of hours later, Ahsoka walked into Tylaa’s Massage Parlour, she felt distinctly out-of-place. It was an opulent building, tall and impressive, with a metal cutout of a slim green Twi’lek woman over the door, spreading her hands in warm invitation. The sign below read ‘Tylaa Welcomes You’. The Jedi had always taught her that true contentment came from spiritual pursuits, and even though she’d left the Order some time ago she’d still been living by that rule. But she could still feel her gluttonous breakfast weighing heavily in her stomach, and in truth she was starting to feel hungry again. Not only that, but she was entering a place whose sole purpose was to physically please its clients: not the sort of establishment she’d ever frequented before. But she couldn’t deny… she wanted to try it.

The woman at the desk, a human, was effortlessly polite, if a little empty. She was perfectly slender and clothed in a form-fitting dress, and Ahsoka glanced down to her slightly protruding, food-packed gut. She wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but she was cognizant of the temporary difference in their physiques.

As the woman at the desk accepted her credits, and passed her an access card, she looked into her face properly for the first time. Her eyes widened. Oh no… Ahsoka thought.

‘Oh my… you’re Ahsoka Tano!’ the woman blurted out, her pristine façade coming a little undone. She stood up and half-bowed, before extending and retracting a hand. ‘Sorry, I’m not quite sure how to greet a Jedi…’

‘I’m not a Jedi anymore,’ Ahsoka said gently, and took the woman’s hand in her own. ‘Pleased to meet you…?’

‘Oh, Albani. Albani Watrix.’ She pumped Ahsoka’s hand up and down a couple of times. ‘I just want to say… thank you so much! For stopping Chancellor Palpatine, I mean.’ She released her hand.

Ahsoka drew it back gratefully. Force, that woman had quite the grip. ‘Thank you for the praise, but there were lots of people involved,’ she insisted modestly. ‘Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but could I…?’ She nodded her head in the direction of the parlour proper.

‘Oh, of course! Go right ahead! Just so amazing to meet you!’ Albani waved her through excitedly. Ahsoka smiled kindly but a little uncomfortably, then proceeded into the parlour.

She got a few more whispers and words of praise thrown her way by the staff. The clients were all too engrossed in their treatments to notice. When she was finally brought to a free room, a plump green Twi’lek waiting inside came up to her and clasped her hand.

‘Greetings, Miss Tano. I am Tylaa; welcome to my parlour!’

Ahsoka looked the woman, about ten years her senior, up and down. Her belly curved outwards from her torso like a bowl of pudding, sitting atop wide hips and a plush butt. Her face had a significant second chin and her lekku had grown fat and fleshy. She was a good eighty pounds heavier than the woman painted on the mural outside. Her expression was equally as warm and inviting, however, and somehow Ahsoka felt comfortable in her presence.

‘It’s good to be here,’ she said, meaning the words. ‘My husband Lux recommended this place to me.’

‘Ah, the good Senator Bonteri, yes. Well, I just wanted to welcome one of the saviours of the Republic personally to my humble establishment; Lana here will see to your needs.’ Another Twi’lek, this one pink-skinned and short, entered right on cue behind Ahsoka, carrying a towel, and smiled sweetly. In contrast to her borderline obese boss, this woman had arms lightly toned: clearly she was experienced at giving strong massages.

‘Thank you; you’re very kind,’ Ahsoka said to them both.

‘You’re most welcome, Miss Tano,’ Lana replied. Ahsoka shook her head emphatically.

‘Please, call me Ahsoka. Both of you.’

Seamlessly, Lana said: ‘As you wish, Ahsoka. Would you like to take off your clothes and lie down on the bed with this towel? I will of course turn my back.’

As Ahsoka flushed slightly, Tylaa made to leave. ‘I’ll be in my office if you need me. I would also like to tell you refreshments are provided at no extra cost after your session, so ask for anything you’d like afterwards.’

‘You serve food as well?’ Ahsoka asked without thinking, and felt an involuntary pang in her tummy. The thought of the kind of rich food this place served had set her stomach to begging.

‘Yes indeed; please do ask for anything; there’s no limit!’ Tylaa affirmed before departing the room, much more gracefully than Ahsoka would have expected from a woman her size.

‘Ahsoka, are you ready to start the treatment?’ Lana asked gently.

‘Oh, right, yes,’ Ahsoka said, and Lana turned her back, holding out the towel behind her for when her client needed it. After a moment’s hesitation, Ahsoka discarded her shirt in a single movement. She’d never been naked in front of anyone except Lux before, and although it wasn’t a massive problem for her, she still had only just met this woman. But, of course, she was a professional.

Next Ahsoka took off her trousers and pants, and let them fall into a crumpled pile along with her shirt, before unclasping her bra. Then she grabbed Lana’s towel, wrapped it around her lower half, walked over to the massage table and laid down on it. She had to reposition herself twice, as she wasn’t used to how the head-hole worked. Once she’d figured it out her face and her front head tails went through.

She drummed her finger against the table, feeling illogically tense. Growing up in the Clone Wars had made her never relax her guard, and here she was, naked save for her towel, and lying in a prone position, before a stranger. She lifted her head back up out of the hole as Lana approached her.

‘So, um, how does this usually work?’ she asked uncertainly.

‘Please, Ahsoka, keep your head through the hole. And trust me; I know what I’m doing.’

Ahsoka nodded and resumed her position. It still felt strange to be so exposed before another person. She didn’t hugely mind the nakedness; it was being at someone else’s mercy that got to her. She was about to ask another question when she felt Lana’s hands between her shoulder blades.

‘Oh!’ Ahsoka cried in surprise. Her hands were very warm, and very strong. They stroked her, gently guiding her into a more relaxed posture.

‘My, my, you’re tense, Ahsoka,’ Lana continued. ‘You really haven’t done this before, have you?’

‘No… oooooh…’ Ahsoka half-moaned as Lana pressed her knuckles down her spine.

‘I suppose the Jedi Order didn’t leave much time for pleasurable pursuits,’ Lana commented. ‘Not to mention the Republic military.’

‘Well, they were mostly wonderful times in my life,’ Ahsoka said. ‘Aah… ohhhhhhhh my…’ This was incredible. It was like all her anxiety over the appointment was being gently but firmly thumbed out of her.

‘But still, I can tell there was nothing like this,’ Lana chuckled. ‘Most people wait a bit before moaning, I have to tell you, Ahsoka.’

‘Pleasures of the physical world… ohhhhh… were not what the Jedi taught you to pursue,’ Ahsoka confirmed. ‘And there wasn’t that much time for it in the Army. AHAA!’

It was almost a feeling of pain, as Lana bore down with an elbow on one of Ahsoka’s knots. But it was a pain that was immensely pleasurable. Ahsoka groaned again and let her limbs go limp for the first time.

‘Well, I think you deserve a bit of pampering after everything you’ve done for us. The citizens of the Republic, I mean. Before I got this job with Tylaa, I was working in a factory district, lifting and carrying munitions for the war. That’s how I got so strong.’ Lana bunched her hands into fists and dug into Ahsoka’s lower back.

‘Oh, by the Force, ohhhhhhh…’ Ahsoka kept moaning. She just couldn’t help herself. Once she’d regathered her wits, she responded to Lana. ‘You know, Lux told me the same thing. I guess I’ve had a hard time believing him. I… ooooh… I really was just doing what I had to,’ she said sincerely.

‘Yeah, but what you had to do to save the Republic, wasn’t it?’ Lana encouraged her earnestly.

‘I guess… to save all my friends…’ Ahsoka admitted.

‘Well then, I think your husband is right. You deserve some pampering.’ As if to punctuate her point, Lana rubbed Ahsoka’s shoulders, much more relaxed now, again, and harder. Ahsoka moaned loudly once more, and after that couldn’t summon the mental strength to speak again, just ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ beneath the Twi’lek’s superb ministrations.

As she lay there getting her massage, and feeling all her cares slip away, Ahsoka began to consider more fully what Lux, and now Lana, had been telling her. She’d been through a lot in her young life: a Commander in a war, betrayed by the Order that had raised her, racing against time to stop Chancellor Palpatine’s masterplan. She’d never had very much time for her own pursuits, let alone physically pleasurable ones.

And now she had access to the highest pleasures of Coruscant: all that rich and delicious food back at her flat, the ability to sleep in as long as she liked, the money to pay for extravagant massage sessions like this. Maybe Lux was right. Maybe she should let herself enjoy her newfound pleasures.

After the long massage had ended, and Ahsoka had moaned and groaned her throat dry, she was also feeling very hungry. Once she’d surfaced from her post-massage stupor, she asked immediately for some Nuna legs and some chocolate cake, if there was any. Lana assured her there was, and hurried off to fetch some. When she reached the door, Ahsoka, considering the dryness in her throat, further asked:

‘Oh, and d’you think you could get me a glass of water?’ Lana nodded, then Ahsoka called out again. ‘Actually… you know, I’ve never had wine. The Jedi didn’t allow it. Do you think I could try some?’

Lana smiled, amused and pleased. ‘Of course, Ahsoka. Back in two ticks.’

Once her masseuse had gone on her mission, Ahsoka got back into her clothes and sat on the massage table, waiting for her food as her belly started to rumble again.