Waddling through the Refugee Sector back to the Ebon Hawk was always the worst part of Visas' many binges. Not because she had to do so much walking on such a full stomach that was jiggling and jostling the entire time (though she didn't exactly enjoy that), it was seeing, hearing, feeling the dreadful world around her. So many unfortunate people, with small, hungry bellies that needed to be filled and expanded. She felt the way they looked on at her and all her obesity in envy as she constantly belched in satisfaction. From her lardy legs to her grand stomach full of food, they wished they could eat like her.
She often found herself tempted to buy them food, but thinking logically about it told her that would be unwise. She and her companions simply didn't have nearly enough money to make a dent in the starvation here, and while it's of course better that 99 people starve instead of 100, with how desperate everyone here, elevating one above the others, even just slightly, would make them a target for others. Any food they held would soon be taken from them by a different hungry soul, and likely through violence, if not murder. It is often hard to dismiss the part of her that says to give them food regardless, but ultimately the problems plaguing this place would have to be solved systematically or not at all. But that was what was the crew of the Ebon Hawk was here for. As well as to find the missing Jedi Master hiding here, learn more about the bounty on Jedi, change the Ebon Hawk's ID signature, obtain new equipment, and lay low for a while.
The time spent here had been illuminating one for Visas, and not just because this was where she discovered freedom in gluttony. It had given much to think on, which is part of why what she usually did upon returning to the Hawk after a binge was meditate.
The Sith sat down with her incredibly lardy legs crossing, their plentiful blubber squishing together, with her humongous gut filling her lap in a proud manner, ensuring it would be the first anyone's eyes would take notice of if they walked in her quarters, and would have a lot of trouble keep their eyes off such a massive orb, especially when it emitted a gurgle.
She placed her trophy on the floor and then her fat hands on her fat belly. She began to concentrate, to feel the Force flowing through her, her hands moving in rhythmic circles over her bubbling tummy, feeling it's adipose and the inner workings going on inside it. There was a low rumble, then a bulging of Visas' already puffy cheeks, and then finally, a deep, powerful belch was emitted, strong enough to jiggle her gut and her cheeks even after the gaseous eruption had passed. It was an odd sensation, but a very pleasurable and soothing one nonetheless. To feel the gas within her leave, and taking with it just a bit of the tightness in her filled stomach.
The gut this obese Miraluka had was very noisy as it digested the feast she had stuffed it with, gurgling and bubbling in digestion. It wasn't something Visas tried to tune out, she enjoyed the sounds of a stomach hard to work. It was a nice reminder of how much she had eaten, and how that would be turned into calories that would make her even larger, even stronger. When next she ate, she'd be able to fit even more into her fat belly, and she would be sure to, she was always sure to go to bed every day with her stomach as full as it could possibly be. That mindset was why she simply didn't get fat, she exploded into fatness.
Her meaty hands felt the bubbling going on inside her tummy, as much as they felt the malleable sphere's plushness and how squishy was, occasionally grabbing a big handful of her belly blubber (getting as much flab between her fingers as she could), shaking it to feel how incredibly jiggly it was, or poking it to how deep her pudgy finger could sink into this ocean of adipose. She didn't have any doubts about her decisions to embrace the hunger in her tummy, but if she did, the softness of her fat belly would dispel them. It was so wonderful, the pleasant warmth of sun mixed with the soft embrace of a pillow. She didn't understand how anyone could place a hand upon her grand gut and not want to grow like she has. Even in a place as dark and cold at this, Visas' belly still gave warmth to all who touched it.
The stuffed Sith unleashed many burps and belches during her meditation, of varying volume and length, with many of them strong enough to send vibrations through the air. No one interrupted her, but she was sure the others could hear her louder belches, not just because they were loud enough that she'd be surprised if they couldn't, but because the Handmaiden had once made a comment to her about it. Visas enjoyed her loud her belches were, she viewed them as a measure of how much she had eaten, how free she was now, and found herself trying to burp as strongly as possible, to jiggle her body as much as she could. She had heard about a technique to use the Force to enhance one's scream and turn into a weapon, she wondered if the same could be done with belching.
A loud gurgled sounded from her belly, loud enough to jiggle the humongous fatty orb. A big one was coming, she could feel it working it's way up from her gut and to her mouth, her cheeks bulging with gas. She embraced it and opened her mouth to proudly unleash it.
"BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!"
A giant belch blasted out of Visas' mouth, every inch of her flabby body jiggling as the vibrations overcome her adipose and even the room itself. For five whole seconds, her body performed a gelatinous dance of jiggling, the ass that cushioned her during her meditation, the lardy legs that sat crossed across each other, the chunky arms she used to grab piles of food with, the massive tits she placed snacks on, the double chin that often felt crumbs, the puffed-up cheeks that unleashed so many humongous belches, and the giant belly that housed many feasts, it all kept jiggling and jostling rhythmically, and persisted in this dance even once her biggest burp yet finally subsided.
A small smile formed on Visas' face, a dimple appearing with it that highlighted her immense satisfaction. "The Force has fed me well." The bloated Sith gave her belly a few proud pats, it jiggled as the Miraluka let out a small burp.
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