James Duke
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Ahsoka's Post-Sumo Stuffing
🕑 Added 2024-09-19 01:44:09 +0000 UTCTags: SSBBW, Star Wars, Messy eating, sweating, Sumo
Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/star-wars-sumo-2-133620048
Ahsoka waddled through the hallways of the hutt palace, proud of herself. Behind she heard the cheering of the crowd, celebrating her most recent victory. Her opponent would be being helped up, shown out of the arena from where she had fallen out of the ring. Ahsoka, meanwhile, had ambled out slowly. She had been showered in praise as much as sweat. She loved the feeling of both. It was another notch in her mawashi, proof that she was on track to being the largest and most accomplished sumo in this quadrant of the galaxy. Ahsoka rubbed a stomach roll between her chubby thumb and forefinger. She smiled as the jiggles spread across her vast width. Food and indulgence had turned her into a series of tan and oblong spheres piled on one another. The padded bulk on her frame shifted and jiggled, moving like waves on a beach. Or maybe they were dunes, sliding down and into the ocean of space around her. Ideas and metaphors came to the obese Togruta as she waddled, each evoking a new vacation spot.
“A little time off might do me good.” Ahsoka stopped as she entered her private locker room. She stood, letting the mirror drink in her immensity. A rotund woman stared back at her, hardly the skinny and malnourished togruta that had run away from home all those years ago. A face thick with blubber, eyes half lidded from constant pleasure, had replaced Ahsoka. “OoooOOORRRUUUP. . .get some. . .BBLOOORRRUUP. . .exotic food.” She played with her fat, hefting it up and down. Her bulbous belly slapped against her thighs, big enough to hide the tight mawashi which was her clothing. Ahsoka stuffed herself before every meal so that she could be soft and belchy by the end of the match. Tired from wrestling and stuffing, she fell into an erotic dream state. “Always thinking about eating. . .BBBBEERRRRUUUP. . .” Ahsoka turned, showing her wide ass to the mirror. “Fuck, you’re getting fat.” She said, referencing both the size of her butt and her constant thoughts about food.
“You’ve worked. . .RRRRUUUUUOOORRUUP. . .hard though.” Ahsoka turned back around, playing with her head tails. The blue striped tails were nearly as thick as wookie arms. They had grown heavy, trailing down onto her enormous breasts. The stubby end of her headtails tickled her brown nipples, making them tight and diamond hard. There was not much of Ahsoka that was hard anymore, her nipples being the lone exception. The rest of her was sweaty sludge, more often stained with food than clothed. “Maybe. . .BBBBOOORRUP. . .some planet with. . .uurruup. . .a massage specialty.” Ashoka continued to feel up her folds, digging in deep to pockets of nubile flesh. There was no part of her that had been spared from years of weight gain. She had stuffed herself over and over, eating until she could no longer move. Eventually, the stuffings had given way to glorious poundage. However, as Ahsoka soon found out, she could never get big enough. “I need. . .HOOORRUUPP. . .to get bigger.” She said, lovingly jostling her mawashi. “I’ve had you for too long. Time to outgrow you.” Ahsoka slapped the thick fabric back into place, ready to begin the next phase of her evening.
The sumo champion waddled towards the back of her locker room. She passed slowly by training machines and tools, the other things besides food that had turned her into a champion. Those were for later, when she roused enough energy to practice. The only implement that she was even moderately interested in was the scale. “Just to check the girth.” She smiled, slapping her gut. One thick food and pillar leg slammed down onto the scale, rousing it from its slumber. Seconds later, another leg thumped on. Ahsoka was so fat that the scale readout had to be holographically shown, her belly and breasts had long blocked anything from her sight on the ground. Ashoka waited, tugging on a headtail as she waited for the numbers to stop spinning. She knew the number would be high. The way her thighs rubbed together was more than evidence of that. Her finger poked deep into her belly button. She was largely incapable of refraining from touching her fat. Finally, the numbers stopped rolling upwards. 676 pounds, a marvel of obesity. “Ooooooorrruup. . .soo huge!” Ahsoka smiled. It was time to push that number up even further.
The Togruta sumo waddled into the furthest recesses of her chamber, finding the bubbling spa waiting for her. It had been built after she had defended her title for a third time. The hutt overlord had been so pleased with her skill and growth that he had installed it. The hot tub was to be a place for Ahsoka to relax and let her fat soften further under the heat and massaging jets of water. She could wash the sweat off her body here, as well as fill herself with food all over again. The sounds of the water came closer as she waddled. Ahsoka led the way with her ballooned gut, letting it shove the air aside. She left a trail of sweat behind her as she moved, the signs of a body that was quickly becoming too big for its own weight. “I jussUUUURRRRUUUP. . .” Ahsoka paused only so long as it took to summon another belch. “. . .LLLWWWUUURRUUP. . .want to be. . .bigger.” She gave the exclamation to the empty bathroom, slapping her hand over her bulging stomach. Nestled under her belly was an ever tightening mawashi.
As the tan Togruta reached the bath she began to tug on the cloth that was the symbol of her profession. The cream colored mawashi was snuggled under her thighs, hidden completely from the frontal view. The thick cord emerged from under a sheet of sagging gut fat and thick love handles. It traced its way across her wide hips before once again disappearing between her massive asscheeks. Ahsoka grunted as she dug her hands under her gut, fishing for the cloth. It was in moments like these that Ahsoka truly felt how heavy she was. Undressing should be a mundane and simple act, yet she struggled. “Uuuugggh. . .it will. . .BBBBOOORRUP. . .only get. . .harder.” She panted and wheezed, enjoying what the future held. Indeed, every pound that found its way onto her fat body went to making her more useless and bloated. “Eventually. . .uuuggh. . .nothing will hold me.” She made a promise to the empty room. Though she did not speak more, the room was filled with her wheezes and grunts.
Gigantic, beanbag buttcheeks clashed as she pulled with sweat drenched mawashi down. Arms thicker than most people’s legs squashed her stomach, further deforming her already stretched belly button. Ahsoka’s hips sloshed at odd intervals. There was no pattern to her movements, merely flailing at the embedded cloth. The tugs dragged down the cloth in incremental steps, allowing Ahsoka to be as naked as possible. “I can’t wait. . .aaaaggh. . .to be a. . .naked. . .blob!” She finally yelled in triumph as the mawashi hit the floor. She raised her chubby fists, another victory for the day. Breasts bigger than most of the alien fruit she ate jumped and then thumped back down onto her stomach. Ahsoka, still feeling pride over her victory, raised one leg and brought it down onto the tiled floor of the bath. She had to enjoy her movement while she could, it would not be long before she was too big to leave her bed. Ahsoka waddled into the water, feeling like a hut warlord.
“What a. . .HOOOORRRUUUP. . .treat.” Ahsoka mused. She smiled as the jets caressed first her calves, then her thighs, and finally her ass. Ahsoka’s boxy, bulging buttcheeks smooshed into the seat in the hot tub. The jets shot just above the beginning fold of her buttcrack, flowing hot water across her back and down between her cheeks. She leaned into the massage, throwing her arms over the back of the tub. She sighed, letting whatever residual stress held in her body go. Her fat pooled outward, free from having to take a firm shape. “Ooooh I want to. . .BBBLUUURRUUP. . .fill this thing.” Ahsoka spoke her desires to the empty room. A thrill of excitement ran between her thighs. She played with her mass, rolling her torso back and forth. Water frothed as the brown boulders moved through the water. Ahsoka pumped her hips up twice, splashing water over the sides, before settling down into the pool. Her finger thumbed a button on the side of the bath, calling her servants in.
Humans and aliens came rushing to Ahsoka, each bringing with them huge platters of food. They were all sumptuous women, not even close to the bulk of the sumo champion. They were meant to be points of comparison, toys to show how big the massive woman had become. There was more weight in one of Ahsoka’s rear than any of her servants. Yet, she could only think about making the gap between them bigger. She wanted them to serve and immobile slob, a woman of unrelenting greed and hunger. Her body would become as legendary as her feats within the ring. “Blluuurruup. . .feed me!” She called to the women. Ahsoka opened her maw as she heard the sounds of slim feet splashing through spilled water. Her mouth was watering as food was dangled towards it.
“Oooommhph. . .thisscch issscch. . .BBBLUUURRUUP. . .gonna make me. . .ssscchooo fat.” Ahsoka slurped up strips of marinated meat. She could not say what she was being fed, only that it was delicious and fattening in equal measure. There was a galaxy’s worth of dishes and the obese Togruta was not going to trouble herself with remembering them all. Rather, she was focused entirely on their effects. She wanted to grow, to spread her bulk outwards. “Moorre pleeasscch. . .bbbloooorruup. . .” Ahsoka begged, tugging at the hem of one of the serving girl’s dresses. The women laughed, taking deep pleasure of of their mistress’ gluttony. They entered the water, bringing the platters of food with them. Ahsoka was surrounded on all sides, with food and the scantily clad women bearing down on her. Their slim legs or arms brushed against her fat. Ahsoka bobbed up and down in the water, her mouth open and awaiting food.
Food rained down and splattered onto the Togruta. She was showered with exotic ingredients, all of the most fattening variety. Her stomach inflated with every course, rising out of the water like a turgid hill. Ahsoka was no stranger to stuffings, big or small, but this was one of legend. She ate like a woman possessed, even going so far as to scoop up the food and shove it into her face. The ladies would giggle, watching their boss glut herself into near unconsciousness. The only staving off food comas were Ahsoka’s terrific and thunderous belches. “BBBBBLLLURRRUU-OOOORRUP! Feed me. . .moooore. . .I want. . .BBBOOORRUP. . .to be fatter!” She gasped between bites, professing her love for weight gain and obesity between every bite. “BBBLEEERRUUUUP. . .bigger. . .make. . .eeerrup. . .me a. . .bbbloooooob!” Ahsoka gasped, her stomach growing ever tighter.
She ate until she could no longer push food into her mouth. She bobbed in the water, her stomach tended to by the servants. They plied their talents to relieve the pain of her stuffing. Fingers pushed and massaged. Underneath the layers of fat, an angry and full stomach gurgled. Pushed once again beyond its limits, Ahsoka’s gut groaned. “BBBBEEERRRUUPPPP!” Ahsoka belched, freeing her stomach of pressure by venting gas. She splashed in the spa, pain and pleasure provoking her into movement. “GGGGLOOORRRUUP. . .ooooh. . .I could. . .eat more.” She groaned, lying to her servants. They all nodded or offered small praises, but it was obvious that she was spent. Instead, the gaggle of women focused on making their Togruta sumo as pleased as possible. They would comfort her with their hands, helping her digest the food faster. Then, once her stomach was emptied, they would fill her back up. Each meal was a building block to making Ahsoka the fattest woman in the galaxy.
