Visas rubbed her globular belly with fat hands, emitting a deep belch as her hands moved in soothing circles over her vast blubber, the plush orb gurgling and bubbling beneath her sausage fingers. In front of her giant belly was a massive graveyard of plates, filling the table that (barely) stood before her almost as much as her stomach did.
On her left and on her right were men and woman of various different species, all of them looking very bloated and fat, burping loudly and moaning greatly as they tended to their big, aching bellies in defeat. These were Visas' fellow competitors in the latest eating contest at the Entertainment Promenade in Nar Shaddaa's refugee center. Other then Visas, the biggest and fullest was Dahnis, the second place winner, weighing in at over 400 pounds, with the fat gut to prove it. It got her far in this contest, but she ultimately was left burping up a storm and miserably massaging her overstuffed belly in hopes of calming her stomachache, glaring in envy at the obese Miraluka when she wasn't too caught up in her tummyache.
Visas was wearing a stoic expression on her moon-shaped face, the only one doing so, even as she burped louder then anyone there. That was the look of a true eating champion, the look of someone who truly had a black hole for a stomach, with the obese body of someone who could flatten the competition at any eating content with her girth.
Visas' belly was a truly massive sphere of adipose shaped like a full moon, no belt could withstand it, and neither could the sash she wore around her increasingly-large waistline. Even with it snapped in half and completely useless, the Sith kept it on as a memento of the day her appetite's limiter was released, when she broke her chains with the belly she had grown through her gluttony and freed herself, as the Sith code told her to. Her robes couldn't contain her gut, it was always out in the open for everyone to see the state of obesity she had proudly eaten herself into, how big her belly was, and the way every inch of it's blubber jiggled with every step. The Miraluka often found herself enjoying how plush and warm her belly was, rubbing and playing with it had quickly become as second nature to her as meditation was, it was like having the galaxy's fluffiest pillow with you at all times. Deep love handles flanked the sides of the giant orb, deep enough she could use one to hold her lightsaber in, and in the center of her humongous tummy was a bellybutton as deep as a black hole.
Her breasts were gigantic melons that used her tummy as a throne. Had she worn that dancer outfit Vogga the Hutt wanted someone in, her boobs would've shattered the bra into a million pieces. Even the robes she wore now were struggling to contain her chest, along with the rest of her heft. In fact, the cantina's actual dancers would find themselves looking at her impressive tits in envy as they bounced just from her walking, they could only imagine how many credits she'd make as a dancer with a chest like, they'd kill to have their breasts swish and sway from their dancing like Visas' would. As for Visas' herself, she quite enjoyed how plush her breasts were, she'd sometimes cup them (or rather cup as much of them as she could) and proudly think on how much bigger she's become.
The Sith's ass served as nice cushioning for meditation, with each cheek being the size of a beach ball, but far softer. She viewed it as one of the many perks of the obesity she had embraced. When she did use a chair, such as during an eating contest, she'd need three chairs in total to contain all of her bubble butt, a normal-sized one would only be able to hold a fraction of it and would probably break. The robes Visas wore did nothing to downplay the size of her fat ass. There was no obscuring of it's shape and size, even if her robes weren't hugging it so tightly, you would still clearly see two huge, squishy sphere that jiggled and jostled with every step of the overfed Miraluka.
She had very fat arms that were absolutely coated in thick layers of fat, complete with huge bingo wings and very fat hands with fat fingers her straining gloves could barely contain, looking like they would burst into pieces if she simply made a fist. Some small rips and tears had formed on both her gloves and the sleeves of her robes because of how fat her arms had become. Her legs weren't any better, being as wide and thick with blubber as a tree trunk, there wasn't even any separation between them. Like with her sleeves, some ripping could be seen on the leggings, and she didn't feel any shame about them either. They'd jiggle profusely with each one Visas' steps, just like her arms with slash she made with her lightsaber. Her limbs being so incredibly chunky made them much weaker, and her lightsaber form had suffered from that. However, even since she had embraced this new hungry lifestyle, the Miraluka found her connection to the Force growing stronger with every pound. She felt more in tune with it, and even as she got more out-of-shape, she felt ever stronger in the ways the truly matter, and Visas considered physical fitness to be a price easily paid for the freedom and enlightenment she had found.
As a Miraluka, Visas obscured where her eyes would be with headwear, specifically a hood and veil of Sith design, leaving much of her face unseen. But what could be seen made it very clear that her face was just as affected by Visas' countless gluttonous binges as the rest of her was. Her cheeks were like apples of adipose, so soft and plump they would jiggle when Visas unleashed a powerful burp, to go with them she also had a big double chin, a sure sign that she was someone who knew how to eat. As much as the bloated Miraluka came off as a very enigmatic and strange figure, those chubby cheeks and that double-tiered chin of hers did help to give Visas a more inviting appearance, especially when crumbs got on them.
"And the winner is once again Visas Marr!" Said the bartender as he approached the full Sith and provided her another trophy. He was an older gentleman, but in all his years, he had never seen someone who could eat like her, not even a Twi'lek with their multiple stomachs. "Heh, to no one's surprise."
Bringing herself up with a grunt and more difficulty then she faced in the contest itself, Visas took her trophy with one meaty hand, using her other to massage her big, bloated belly. She belched again, her fat cheeks jiggling. "UURRRRRRP! Thank you." And with that, she left with no further words, the same way she did every other eating contest she demolished, with everyone else watching her leave, and the way her humongous bubble butt jiggling and jostling the entire time. She belted out another large belch before she vanished from their sight, though that wasn't the last burp they heard from her that night.
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