This choice: Become a slave and force to eat until she is fat and sexy. • Go Back... Within a dark room, a heavy groan sounded out. Deep within the shadows, a bed could almost be made out with a feminine body resting atop. An arm reached out, and a small click could be heard before recessed lighting around the room faded up, slowly casting the darkness back and revealing the room. The female occupant was a blue skinned Twi’lek called Aayla Secura, former Jedi Knight and General in the Republic’s army of clones. All of that was far behind her though. Her rapid downward trek began with Order 66, a command sent out to the clone army to exterminate all Jedi. She barely managed to save herself from the clones she was traveling with, and fled into the galaxy. Upon hearing the warning Obi-wan sent out, she had gone into hiding, never staying in one spot for too long, and avoiding the agents of the Empire as any remaining Jedi were hunted down.
She ended up attracting too much attention though when she was trying to earn some extra credits by making use of the standard way of thinking when it came to female Twi’leks: she was up on stage in some crummy little bar on a tiny Outer Rim world, dancing the night away as she had been for a time, when someone took quite a shine to her. It was when she went backstage that she found out that the scuzzball Rodian owner of the bar had ended up selling her into slavery to her “fan”. Before she could react, a few thugs jumped her. Unwilling to use her force abilities, and because of their surprise attack, she was quickly subdued, though she didn’t go down without a fight, inflicting a number of injures on her attackers. It was all for naught though, as they drugged her and she lapsed into unconsciousness. When she awoke, she was transported to wherever she was now, and fitted with a new accessory: a slave collar locked around her neck, preventing any escape.
They also kept her drugged with some narcotic, some form of the drug spice she thought, though like none she had ever encountered or known before. It kept her mind hazy and slightly unfocused, not enough that she couldn’t think well, but certainly enough to keep her from using her force abilities. She didn’t even think that her owner – a thought that brought a grimace to her face – even knew of her force abilities, or her former status as a Jedi, the drug was likely just being used to help restrain her and keep her a bit more submissive. It also had the odd side effect of leaving her with a ravenous hunger, so that no matter how much she tried fighting, she regularly performed feats of gluttony she had only known Hutts to do. The drug also tended to make her lazier, so that no amount of willpower could stir her to even think about exercising, let alone actually doing so. The excessive food intake combined with a lack of action – not counting the regular times when she was made to dance for her master – combined to fatten the formerly slender and athletic woman.
Another groan escaped her throat, as she barely overcame her inertia and forced herself out of bed. Casting a glance around her prison, she found nothing unchanged: the room was still fabulously decorated, with furniture and pieces of art that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a palace or museum. She still often found herself amazed at such obvious wealth being spent decorating even a slave’s room. A huge curving window dominated the far side of the room, and became transparent as it responded to her awakening, revealing the crowns of trees forming a lush forest stretching as far as she could see, even climbing the sides of the mountains in the distance, the pale disk of the small red sun cresting the peaks. After several attempts, she found that the window was reinforced, preventing any chance of escaping there. She also knew that despite the appearance of paradise stretched out before her, ferocious beasts stalked the forest and flew through the skies of this world, making escape an even less likely prospect.
Stirring into motion again, she walked across the plush carpeting, heading towards the connected bathroom, the sheer negligee hugging her body and swishing lightly. She would rather have worn something a bit more practical, but her “master” only stocked such “sexy” clothing, almost always in sizes too small as her body continued to fatten out. Entering the bathroom, the lights automatically responded to her presence, starting out low but becoming ever brighter till the shadows were banished from the similarly richly furnished bathroom. Discarding the nightgown, she walked up to a full length mirror, a sneer crossing her face as she looked at how her body had changed recently. A small holographic display appeared within her field of view, as some hidden computer system scanned her and displayed relevant information. One particular set of numbers attracted her attention as usual, those displaying her current weight compared to when she first arrived. Her face and heart fell as she saw that she had started out at about 120 pounds, but had gained enough to put her at around…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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