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To a large cell, with multiple pipes from a a large vat suspended from the ceiling. As Ahsoka clambered onto the bed, attaching the mask at the end of the pipe to her mouth, the giggling hutt moved over to the controls. "First, I will have you fattened up over a couple of days, then I will gobbling up your delicious bod. Ready, pookums?"
Ahsoka relaxed and smiled as she muffled "Ready, mistress!" through the mask and braced herself as the machine roared to life, and a mixture of liqiufied food travelled through the pipe and straight into Ahsoka's mouth...
Several hours later, several gallons of mixture later, and with half a corellian hotdog halfway in Ahsoka's mouth later, and Riitula deactivated the vat, staring in awe of Ahsoka's handiwork. Ahsoka was already the size of a small hutt, with a groaning, gurgling, sloshing tummy fit to bursting, with the mixture of fatty foods churning away in the togruta's multiple stomachs. Her cheeks ballooned out, forming a double chin, jiggling as Ahsoka huffed and puffed from exhaustion, which also caused her bosoms, which resembled pot bellies themselves, to rise and fall on her belly. Her legs were on either side of her gut, and they too were massive, basically extensions of her now massive bum, which had started to erupt clouds of gas.
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