As the ship full of new customers descended to the fattening farm, Aayla Secura decided to review her fake identity one last time. Her new name was Numa’Rar and she was a 22 year old Twi’lek from a middle class background. She was here to gain enough weight for her to look socially acceptable. Bib’Dura had decided to give her such a blank slate out of generosity, and in gratitude for saving his life multiple times, and also to allow her to focus on gaining as much weight as possible. I will not disappoint you Bib. I shall not restrain myself. She thought, rubbing her toned stomach. Despite Bib’s urging for her to eat as much as possible, she had restrained herself, not sure if being fat would be appropriate for the new life she led, at least initially. The door opened and she found herself looking at the fattest women she had seen in her life. Not a single one appeared to be under 350 kilograms. Their lekku were at least a foot in diameter due to their fat reserves, and their thighs were thicker than the hips of even the largest woman in the ship. Their legs touched at every point and their stomaches were huge expanses of fat that seemed to extend forever. Every woman on board was absolutely breathless at seeing such a figure. I can only hope to become that large, Aayla thought. As the women undid their restraints and got up, one of them spoke. “Welcome to the Alibakara fattening farm ladies. Orientation will be in the brown building to my right in an hour. Until then, feel free to explore the place.”
Aayla walked around, taking notice of the name of each building. There was the brown building in which orientation would be held. It was called the Ffh’Dash building. There were two red buildings and six green buildings with unreadable names. On each side of the green buildings were crude tents with feeding apparatus. And connected to them were large women. Aayla estimated they were not much smaller than the workers who greeted them at orientation. “Orientation will begin in twenty minutes.” Came the call. Aayla walked over to the building, still shocked by the size of the women she had seen in the tents.
“Welcome to orientation,” a woman about 500 kilograms in weight said. Breathing heavily, she continued. “There is not much to say. The two red buildings are the living areas. The newer one, the one with less brick, is called Wedg’antiles. The older one is called Drew’shiki The six green ones are food storage. At oh-five hundred you will be woken up and fed in the feeding tents. This will continue until you are full, at which point you will be given a half hour to rest. This routine will continue until twenty one hundred.” She paused, breathing even more heavily. “Your room assignments will be given to you by the droid you saw in reception. Dismissed.” Aayla received her room assignment and found she would be in Wedg’antiles building, room 443. Walking there, she realized that today would be the first day of the rest of her life.
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