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"Supreme Leader!"

Snope waved the Twi'Lek woman's salute down and waddled her way over to the examining bench. "Enough of the formality..."

She slid her wide rump onto the side of the bench and then lay back along it.

"You're looking exceptionally... regal... Supreme Leader."

Snope held out a hand in the woman's direction. The poor girl felt, for a second, like someone had popped her forehead open and was having a rummage around inside her brain, as one might dive into a coat pocket looking for a pair of keys.

"Monono... Doctor Monono." Snope spoke the woman's name, having weedled it out of her head. "I am a busy woman and-"

"We've met before" The blue skinned Twi'Lek doctor smiled and affected a little bow.

"We have?" Snope murmured, looking perplexed, before deciding it wasn't worth the fuss of trying to remember. "Well whatever, just get on with it, I have things to do."

Monono approached the reclined figure. She was tall, much taller than Monono, her gold cowl covering most of her head except her snarling, scarred face. Her body was swaddled in a deep green robe, with a brown band stretched around the middle.

Everything was stretched around Snope's middle.

The Supreme Leader sighed and put her hands behind her head. Monono ran a finger over the hidden seam running down the middle of Snope's robe, finding the little catches concealed within and flicking them open. The two halves of the robe parted smoothly, revealing Snope's stomach.

vast was not the word. The pallid grey flesh stretched horizon to horizon like the salt flats of Krayt, and at the very center a deep dark dip, her belly button, looked very much like the kind of abandoned mine that rebels might take shelter in.

Unlike the kind of mine rebels liked to shelter in, this was one base that had seemingly no protection. Across the underside of her belly, like a distorted smile, was a long strip of black adhesive bandage, functioning as a kind of brace for a deep, vicious wound.

"Supreme Leader!" Monono breathed, tracing her delicate fingers along the red, welted sides of the injury. "What happened, some sort of thrilling lightsaber battle?"

Snope thought for a second and then nodded. "Something like that." She replied, then stroked a hand over the grumbling, bloated swell of her huge stomach. "Stitch it."

Monono brought up her medical pad and tapped a few instructions. A medical droid obediently slid over to the Supreme Leader and began to work on her stomach, gently peeling back the tape inch by inch and stitching the wound beneath, it's silver arms flashing and shimmering through the air.

Monono lowered her pad and looked thoughtfully at the Supreme Leader's stomach. The wound across the bulging underside of her girth would leave a mark, no doubt, but it would not be there first. They were faint, but if one really looked it was possible to discern dozens upon dozens of similar marks all over the surface of the Supreme Leader's huge bare gut.

"Can I ask you a question, Supreme Leader?"

"You may." Snope mumbled from somewhere behind the mountain of her belly.

"have you ever though about, you know... armour?"

"Armour?"

"Yes. I mean it doesn't have to be anything as tacky and atrocious as a full set of mirror finish Storm Trooper armour, but maybe like a metal plate under your robe or something?"

"How dare you! Impertinent gnat, I should strike you down for such talk!" Snope's belly quivered with rage, it's owner's face no doubt flushed and reddening with anger.

"When I said we had met before, I doubted you would remember, but this isn't the first time I've had to stitch up your Supreme Belly, Supreme Leader. Do you remember the firing squad incident?"

"That was... an unfortunate mishap. A ricocheted shot must have rebounded and struck me, the chances of that happening are-"

"Three thousand, seven hundred and twenty to one. It would be one in a million for other people, but they aren't as... regal as you are." Monono patted the corpulent leader's stomach for good measure.

"Steps were taken to ensure that could never happen again!" Snope roared, "And besides-"

"Remember the turbo lift incident?"

The medical droid finished it's stitching work and hovered back a foot or so, giving the Supreme and Swollen Leader space to raise her fat arse off the examining bench. Snope patted her tummy, before putting a hand on either side and giving it an experimental jounce up and down, feeling the stitches take the weight, satisfied that her stomach would remain in one piece.

She turned, her eyes blazing, and fixed her glare on the doctor.

"I was just pointing out that maybe you should consider HRRRK!"

Monono was lifted off her feet, bodily, as an invisible hand closed around her throat and hoisted her off the ground, leaving her hanging in the air, choking.

"YOU DARE QUESTION ME?" Snope's voice was like a thunderclap in the tiny chamber, the room seeming to darken around her, she looked to be visibly swelling, growing larger, rounder, more terrifying and tremendous. "IMPUDENT FOOL! I COULD CRUSH YOU WITH A MERE THOUGHT!"

Suddenly the grip was loosened around Monono's neck.

"Dare speak to me in such a manner again, and you will quickly find yourself replaced..."

With a flick of her wrist she flung the doctor backward like a discarded rag doll.

Monono flailed as she flew through the air, her arm striking the medical droid. This in turn skittered sideways, slamming into the examination bench, one of it's needle like stitching hands snapping off with a loud crack. The shard of metal flew through the air and...

WHUMP!

Snope's eyes bulged, her mouth hung open. Her hands were still holding the sides of her stomach as she looked down, and saw that, beneath her belly button, several inches of surgical steel stuck out, the remaining few inches lancing into the fat orb of her massive gut.

GRRRRROOOOOOoooooooo....

"Not again..." Snope gasped. "Doctor!"

But Doctor Monono was out cold, flat on her back on the other side of the examination room. Snope was alone, overfed and looked for all the world like a party balloon that had forgotten it was meant to burst when you stuck a needle in it.

"Please... not again... I've been so good to you, please, don't burst..."

her stomach replied with a resounding gurgle, and then a deep rumble built, rising steadily from within her.

"Doctor? DOCTOR! ANYBODY?!" Snope roared, her voice klaxon like, as if the ship were being abandoned.

the effort of shouting only made the pain worse and she cried out, the needle digging into her belly, the fatal wound already struck.

There was a deep groan, a creak like wood being bent, then a sudden moment of silence.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." She whimpered, her eyes brimming, before her belly finally gave in.

KABOOM!

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"Supreme Leader!"

Snope waved the Twi'Lek woman's salute down and waddled her way over to the examining bench. "Enough of the formality..."

She slid her wide rump onto the side of the bench and then lay back along it.

"You're looking exceptionally... regal... Supreme Leader."

Snope held out a hand in the woman's direction. The poor girl felt, for a second, like someone had popped her forehead open and was having a rummage around inside her brain, as one might dive into a coat pocket looking for a pair of keys.

"Monono... Doctor Monono." Snope spoke the woman's name, having weedled it out of her head. "I am a busy woman and-"

"We've met before" The blue skinned Twi'Lek doctor smiled and affected a little bow.

"We have?" Snope murmured, looking perplexed, before deciding it wasn't worth the fuss of trying to remember. "Well whatever, just get on with it, I have things to do."

Monono approached the reclined figure. She was tall, much taller than Monono, her gold cowl covering most of her head except her snarling, scarred face. Her body was swaddled in a deep green robe, with a brown band stretched around the middle.

Everything was stretched around Snope's middle.

The Supreme Leader sighed and put her hands behind her head. Monono ran a finger over the hidden seam running down the middle of Snope's robe, finding the little catches concealed within and flicking them open. The two halves of the robe parted smoothly, revealing Snope's stomach.

vast was not the word. The pallid grey flesh stretched horizon to horizon like the salt flats of Krayt, and at the very center a deep dark dip, her belly button, looked very much like the kind of abandoned mine that rebels might take shelter in.

Unlike the kind of mine rebels liked to shelter in, this was one base that had seemingly no protection. Across the underside of her belly, like a distorted smile, was a long strip of black adhesive bandage, functioning as a kind of brace for a deep, vicious wound.

"Supreme Leader!" Monono breathed, tracing her delicate fingers along the red, welted sides of the injury. "What happened, some sort of thrilling lightsaber battle?"

Snope thought for a second and then nodded. "Something like that." She replied, then stroked a hand over the grumbling, bloated swell of her huge stomach. "Stitch it."

Monono brought up her medical pad and tapped a few instructions. A medical droid obediently slid over to the Supreme Leader and began to work on her stomach, gently peeling back the tape inch by inch and stitching the wound beneath, it's silver arms flashing and shimmering through the air.

Monono lowered her pad and looked thoughtfully at the Supreme Leader's stomach. The wound across the bulging underside of her girth would leave a mark, no doubt, but it would not be there first. They were faint, but if one really looked it was possible to discern dozens upon dozens of similar marks all over the surface of the Supreme Leader's huge bare gut.

"Can I ask you a question, Supreme Leader?"

"You may." Snope mumbled from somewhere behind the mountain of her belly.

"have you ever though about, you know... armour?"

"Armour?"

"Yes. I mean it doesn't have to be anything as tacky and atrocious as a full set of mirror finish Storm Trooper armour, but maybe like a metal plate under your robe or something?"

"How dare you! Impertinent gnat, I should strike you down for such talk!" Snope's belly quivered with rage, it's owner's face no doubt flushed and reddening with anger.

"When I said we had met before, I doubted you would remember, but this isn't the first time I've had to stitch up your Supreme Belly, Supreme Leader. Do you remember the firing squad incident?"

"That was... an unfortunate mishap. A ricocheted shot must have rebounded and struck me, the chances of that happening are-"

"Three thousand, seven hundred and twenty to one. It would be one in a million for other people, but they aren't as... regal as you are." Monono patted the corpulent leader's stomach for good measure.

"Steps were taken to ensure that could never happen again!" Snope roared, "And besides-"

"Remember the turbo lift incident?"

The medical droid finished it's stitching work and hovered back a foot or so, giving the Supreme and Swollen Leader space to raise her fat arse off the examining bench. Snope patted her tummy, before putting a hand on either side and giving it an experimental jounce up and down, feeling the stitches take the weight, satisfied that her stomach would remain in one piece.

She turned, her eyes blazing, and fixed her glare on the doctor.

"I was just pointing out that maybe you should consider HRRRK!"

Monono was lifted off her feet, bodily, as an invisible hand closed around her throat and hoisted her off the ground, leaving her hanging in the air, choking.

"YOU DARE QUESTION ME?" Snope's voice was like a thunderclap in the tiny chamber, the room seeming to darken around her, she looked to be visibly swelling, growing larger, rounder, more terrifying and tremendous. "IMPUDENT FOOL! I COULD CRUSH YOU WITH A MERE THOUGHT!"

Suddenly the grip was loosened around Monono's neck.

"Dare speak to me in such a manner again, and you will quickly find yourself replaced..."

With a flick of her wrist she flung the doctor backward like a discarded rag doll.

Monono flailed as she flew through the air, her arm striking the medical droid. This in turn skittered sideways, slamming into the examination bench, one of it's needle like stitching hands snapping off with a loud crack. The shard of metal flew through the air and...

WHUMP!

Snope's eyes bulged, her mouth hung open. Her hands were still holding the sides of her stomach as she looked down, and saw that, beneath her belly button, several inches of surgical steel stuck out, the remaining few inches lancing into the fat orb of her massive gut.

GRRRRROOOOOOoooooooo....

"Not again..." Snope gasped. "Doctor!"

But Doctor Monono was out cold, flat on her back on the other side of the examination room. Snope was alone, overfed and looked for all the world like a party balloon that had forgotten it was meant to burst when you stuck a needle in it.

"Please... not again... I've been so good to you, please, don't burst..."

her stomach replied with a resounding gurgle, and then a deep rumble built, rising steadily from within her.

"Doctor? DOCTOR! ANYBODY?!" Snope roared, her voice klaxon like, as if the ship were being abandoned.

the effort of shouting only made the pain worse and she cried out, the needle digging into her belly, the fatal wound already struck.

There was a deep groan, a creak like wood being bent, then a sudden moment of silence.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." She whimpered, her eyes brimming, before her belly finally gave in.

KABOOM!