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“To Ahsoka and Ventress, I dare you to a feeding contest. Winner gets a lifetime supply of any treat you want. Courtesy of my benefactor.”

Ahsoka carefully walked down the elaborate hallway, looking over her shoulder every once and awhile. A few days ago, she had received a message from an unknown sender, telling her to come to a manor on a planet in the outer reaches of Republic controlled space. Sneaking out of the Jedi Temple undected, Ahsoka hopped aboard a traveling cruiser that carried her to the planet. What was most troubling was that when she arrived on the planet, she couldn’t help but some sort of disturbance in the force, a presence of sinister origin. Even now, as she walked down the halls of the manor, she felt a foreboding darkness within the buildings walls. But Ahsoka continued on, treading carefully down a corridor. Eventually, she came upon a giant double door with ornate designs. Ahsoka’s skin crawled. Whatever was lurking within the mansion was right behind the door, she could feel it. The young Torguta gulped. It was too late to call for backup, so she was going to have to face this alone. Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka pushed the doors open. Her eyes widened, as she was greeted by a familiar, but unwelcomed face. “Ventress!”

“Greetings, Padawan Tano,” Ventress spoke, her words colder that the ice of Hoth. “It’s been quite some time.”

Ahsoka drew her lightsabers, igniting the green blades, assuming a fighting position.

The Dathonirian mearly rubbed two of her fingers together, her expression uninterested. Oh please... I no longer pledge my allegiance to the Sith, so I am anything but your enemy.”

“But you’re not my friend either...,” Ahsoka mumbled. She hesitated, before putting her lightsabers away and folding her arms. “What do you want?”

Ventress made a gesture in the direction in front of her. “Sit down.”

Ahsoka looked at where she was gesturing, finally taking in her surroundings. The room before was quite massive, tall enough to reach well above head, with a glass ceiling showing the night sky above them, while electric lamps lined the wall, brightening the room with an ominous glow. In the middle of the room was a wooden dining table, upon which were multiple platters of fish, fruit, and deep-fried nuna legs. Ahsoka took the seat across her ex-mortal enemy, not taking her eyes off of her. “What do you want?” She repeated, this time slower.

Ventress put rested her hands on the table, cocking her bald head and sighing. “If I must confess, I’ve always considered you something of an equal...,” she began, carefully forming her words. “And I suppose I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic as of late, so I decided that I wanted one last test of strength between the two of us. But not another frivolous duel, but rather, a battle of wills. An eating contest, if you will. Whoever consumes more will be the victor.”

Ahsoka cringed. “An eating contest? So that’s what all of this food is for?” She placed a hand her head, tracing the milky white markings on her cheeks. Could she really do this? SHOULD she really be doing this?

“Scared, Tano?” Ventress prodded. I thought that Jedi were trained to not feel fear?”

Ahsoka glared at the ex-Sith. She couldn’t back down now, not after that last comment! “Fine. Bring it on!”

“With pleasure,” Ventress snickered, her purple lips curling into a sneer.

And with that the two began. They grabbed and ate whatever they could get their hands on, but still tried to stay focused on specific platters. Maybe it was warrior instincts in her blood, but Ventress mostly consumed the nuna legs and fish, chowing down on the greasy meat-based delicacies one after another, meat juices dribbling down her sharp chin and into the cleavage window of her purple top. Ahsoka mostly ate the fruit, chomping down on sweet, ripe apples and pears from Naboo. Eventually, the young Jedi picked up her pace, determined to beat Ventress, practically inhaling one fruit after the other. The quicker she ate, the less she focused on her table manners, splotches of fruit juice staining her fingertips and the area around her lips. The two ate and ate, demolishing platter after platter of food, both in it to win it. However, such a reckless display of gluttony didn’t come without its consequences. Naturally, when one consumes a hearty amount of food, they’ll find that their stomach will bloat. The more the two female warriors devoured, the more their guts swelled. Eventually, their bellies stretched so far that they actually pushed both woman away from the table, leaving them no choice but use the Force to feed themselves, levitating food into their mouths. Many hours passed, both Ventress and Ahsoka becoming so engrossed in eating that they lost track of the time. By the time that they were finished, all of the plates on the table having had been licked clean, every single drop of food having been disposed of inside of the two Force wielders’ stomachs.

Ahsoka moaned, leaning back in her chair, gently rubbing her overly-swollen gut. During the course of her stuffing, the fabric of her red top had lifted up, leaving her bronze tinted stomach fully exposed. Her gut was so bloated that it forced her legs apart just to give her some breathing room, so stretched that it passed the caps her knees, hanging off of her chair. She winced in pain with each little rub she gave that tan mass, all because of how tight her skin felt. “I... Huff... I... Oooh... Th-Think that... I won...,” she spoke breathily.

“N-No... I... Ooof... I ate more than... You...!” Ventress exclaimed, grimacing. Her own stomach was in a similar state to Ashoka’s. The wrappings that normally covered her torso had shredded apart, letting her stuffed gut jutt out. Pink stretch marks appeared here and there across the surface of the Dathonirians drum-tight navel, and her navel had popped out.

“N-No... Gaah... I won...!”

“No... Ergh... I... Won...!”

The two continued back and forth like this for the next couple of hours, but in the end, neither could figure who had won their last test of strength.

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Hey Ventress, I kinda wanna get your reaction to being immobile. Also asking for a friend if wouldn’t mind showing off your proud weight on a runway? I can promise a huge reward of any treat you want.

It was a shock really, but then again, for Ventress herself, it wasn’t the most unrealistic of possibilities. Being a bounty hunter, and a very good one at that, Ventress had accumulated a large sum of wealth over the past couple of years. Given her childhood trauma, Ventress found it fit to retire early. Having bought a small estate on some off planet in Empire controlled space, Ventress resigned herself to a life of comfort. Maybe a little too comfortable. Having little to do besides laze about and dine on the planets cuisine, Ventress piled on an extreme amount of weight in a very short amount of time. A once trim and proud woman of Dathomir, Ventress quickly grew into an amorphous blob of fat after months of engaging in nothing but hedonistic activities. Very little of her body was distinguishable from the other, she was simply just a giant pale mass of flesh that filled up the entirety of her personal quarters. The few servants she had employed were bewildered to watch the cold-hearted woman grow in such a way, also finding it hard to take care of someone so monstrously overweight, most days involving cooking food, then having to feed said food to Ventress, which was a process in of itself, involving the climbing of numerous folds and rolls of greasy flab, all just to locate the ex-Night Sister’s salivating maw. Later on in the evening times after supper, the servants would also have to clean their master, a task that had left some scarred for the rest of their days. Ventress herself was more than perfectly contempt to let herself continue to grow into an over fed blob.

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Many heads turned, words were mumbled, but the same thing was on everyone’s mind. Why the hell was Ventress, a notorious ex-Sith apprentice, working at a bar? Was she really so out of options that she had turned to sex work? It was questions like these that raced through the audiences heads up until Ventress actually took to the pole. Eyes widened and mouths dropped open as Ventress wildly swung about on the pole, since Ventress was among the thicker workers at the bar, so the fact that she could move like that was impressive. It wasn’t until Ventress strutted across the stages catwalk that the crowd went wild, shaking her rotund rear about aggressively, yet still keeping some fluidity to her movements. Many of the audience members threw physical credits onto the stage, cheering for more. Ventress couldn’t help but smirk. This job was definitely gonna keep her pockets filled for awhile.

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“Well let’s put it to the text Ahsoka. My master bought way too much food for two people. I want you, and you alone, to “clean house” as it were.”

Surely it would be a challenge, wouldn’t it? A pile of food that LARGE would’ve been difficult for anyone to swallow... But then again, Ahsoka wasn’t just anyone, she was a Jedi! Or well, ex-Jedi, but she was still well endowed in the ways of the Force. This should be a walk in the park for her! Except it wasn’t... By the time Ahsoka was halfway through the food pile, she was quite literally so insanely bloated that she couldn’t move. But there was still so much food she had to get through, and if it was one quality that she had inherited from her ex-Master, it was perseverance. And persevere she did! It took many hours of levitating food towards her mouth with the Force, but Ahsoka has done it! She had eaten every single piece of food in the room, down to the last crumb. Although, completing such a task wasn’t without its consequences. Ahsoka groaned in as she rubbed what little of the tight food-swollen surface of her stomach she could reach. The young Torguta woman’s gut had grown so round and heavily bloated that it completely filled the room she was, leaving her unable to move for the time being. Ahsoka grimaced and she continued to rub her stomach, letting out a few pained belches to ease the tension she felt in the pits of her gurgling stomach. She flicked away a few blue pieces of fabric, residue from when her stomach had torn apart her cargo jean jacket. She was definitely gonna have to sit there for a couple hours until everything inside her digested. Hopefully, at least...

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“Hey Ahsoka, I’ve been really curious about something. How much can you eat before becoming immobile?”

“Umm... I’m not sure... I suppose it would have to be a lot of food though, wouldn’t it?”

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“Congratulations you two, you both have done so good that my benefactor contacted me about your prize. You both win all you can eat.” Kalest said clapping.

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💋 to Ventress on the stomach. “Consider it a bonus for putting up with my cheeky request. The rest of your payment is on a ship heading here.”

She rubbed her fingers together, her face twisted in her usual scowl as she watched you bury your lips into the pale softness of her muffintop. Despite how soft it was, you couldn’t help but notice how cold it felt to the touch. “Your... ‘Donations’ are appreciated. The sooner I get out of here, the better...”

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Kalest looks back at Ventress. “I know you’re getting sick of my BS. So how about I give you one more test.” He says as he opens a door to show a room full of food. “Finish this up as quick as you can, and you will be rewarded far more than you have before.”

This test would surely be a challenge, wouldn’t it? A pile of food that LARGE would’ve been difficult for anyone to swallow... But then again, Ventress wasn’t just anyone, she was a an ex-member of the Night Sisters, AND had previously been the apprentice of Count Dooku, so she was more than well endowed in the ways of the Force. This would be a walk in the park for her! Except it wasn’t... By the time Ventress was halfway through the food pile, she was quite literally so insanely bloated that she couldn’t move. But there was still so much food she had to get through, and if it was one quality that she had picked up as a bounty hunter, it was perseverance. And persevere she did! It took many hours of levitating food towards her mouth with the Force, but Ventress did it! She had eaten every single piece of food in the room, down to the last crumb. Although, completing such a task wasn’t without its consequences. Ventress groaned as she rubbed what little of the tight food-swollen surface of her stomach she could reach. The Dathonirian woman’s gut had grown so round and heavily bloated that it completely filled the room she was, leaving her unable to move for the time being. Ventress grimaced as she continued to rub her stomach, letting out a few pained belches to ease the tension she felt in the pits of her gurgling stomach. She flicked away a few red and brown pieces of fabric, residue from when her stomach had torn apart her old Night Sister uniform. She was definitely going to sit have to there for a couple hours until everything inside her digested. Hopefully, at least...