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The force, so we’re told, is a quasi-mythical thing binding together all things in harmonious, natural balance.

Supreme Leader Snope was currently bound together… to some extent. Though you would be very hard pressed to call it anything approaching a harmonious or natural balance.

In fact, as most of the crew of the Swolo could attest, the sounds coming from their regent were far from harmonious.

GRRRRRROOOOOOOOO…

“Guh… oooooh…” the dark lord winced, a hand sliding down the front of her tented robe to massage the incredible orb that bobbed there.

One downside of spending all your time in a throne aboard a massive space ship is that, other than bully people holographically there’s not a huge amount to do. Typically, boredom leads to snacking. Snacking leads to plumping, and plumping leads to the fat side.

And Snope was on the fat side alright.

Her gut ballooned out before her in an immense death star shaped swell, her belly button beneath the robe even giving the correct dimple like shape of the laser dish. She was truly immense, her belly proceeding her by several feet.

Usually the amount it stuck out was slightly less than it was today, but it had been a day of many, many snacks, and as such she was struggling somewhat.

People had eaten themselves into a state of rupture before. Normally they ate and ate and ate until the skin of their poor belly could take it no longer and simply split open. However, Snope had found a way to push passed this point, and in doing so had found that she could keep eating and eating until she had reached a size quite impossible for others to even dream of, a size that she absolutely reveled in attaining.

The secret was not in trying to restrain her stomach’s growth. Far from it, as the supreme leader it was her sacred duty and right to be as fat and utterly massive as possible. What better display of one’s power than to grow an enormous orb of a tummy, which she proudly displayed whenever possible.

She stopped to lean heavily on the door frame of her private bedchamber, wheezing, one hand pressed to the top of her monstrous girth, feeling it gurgle and heave beneath her fingertips. She could feel a curious pull, as if her hand was being tugged down into the turgid flesh, and in this lay her secret.

She was using her power to keep herself in one piece. But, instead of allowing her tummy to stretch further, which would require the hitherto unseen power to reshape one's own form, she was instead causing the space around her tummy to push inward, effectively using thievery fabric of reality as a kind of safety corset to keep her tummy held together.

Ingenious.

And also utterly draining. The more she ate, the harder and harder she had to exert herself to push inward on her vast stomach, preventing herself from simply exploding like a torpedoed frigate.

"Just a few... more... steps..."

The supreme leader waddled the few yards to her huge, velvet draped bed and flopped down on her back. There was another deafening GLLLUUUUUURRRRRBBBBBBBBBB from deep in the heart of her overstuffed gut, but it held together, as she knew it would.

She was the most powerful, most majestic and quite the fattest force user in the galaxy. She looked like she was pregnant with a Rancor, as she gingerly edged her robe open, biting her lip, marveling at the immense grey orb that swelled into view. She was at her very largest, the biggest she had ever been, the mere sight of her own stomach caused her breath to catch, her eyes to widen.

"That's no moon..." She purred in delight as she stroked the bloated, juddering mass. Her belly replied with a mewling, sad little cry, completely unable to cope with the colossal pressure within her.

And then she made a mistake. Drunk on her own pleasure, so enamored of her mighty gut, she gave it an experimental little prod.

Her finger barely dented the planetary swell, before something shifted inside her and her eyes widened.

All of a sudden her tummy heaved, violently, the pressure within spiking alarmingly. Deep and echoing roars like a hull caving in under the vacuum of space erupted forth from her. She shrieked in pain, aghast at this sudden and abrupt shift in the delicate balance she had sought, and believing that if she did not, her pride and joy might pop, she did the only thing she could think of in that moment to try and stop the inevitable from happening.

She drew all her power and squeezed down on her stomach.

It seemed to work. The feeling of her skin stretching to it's very last degree seemed to abate for a second, the feeling of splitting open ceasing almost as quickly as it had arrived.

THUD!

There was a sudden bang against the side of her stomach like a ship forgetting to press the hyper-drive button and simply ramming into her. She gasped in pain, craning her neck to see around herself as to what it might be.

A small rivet had worked it's way free of a panel beside her bed and whizzed over, slapping into the side of her tummy. She growled, before there was another, deeper and harder thump somewhere below her belly button.

This time she didn't have to crane her neck to see it. A coffee cup was pressed, rim side, into her belly. She moaned in pain, these small and seemingly insignificant objects causing the mightiest, most powerful and most majestic force user in the far, far away galaxy and undue amount of irritation, as well as threatening much worse.

In her panic and sudden reaction to the elevated risk of rupture, she had simply lashed out, pulling the fabric of the universe in around her like like a protective quilt. In her haste, however, she had simply pulled EVERYTHING, and that meant any small object near by was being drawn inexorably toward the inviting and vulnerable target that was Snope's belly.

WHUMP

She gasped, her red reptilian eyes visibly bulging as something even bigger suddenly pressed into her flank. Nervously, she looked at what it was, and she froze.

Her lightsaber.

The business end of which was pointing directly into the center of her tummy.

"Oh no... no no no... my belly... no!"

She tried for a second to relax the pressure she was placing on her stomach, to remove the prodding presence of the lightsaber from the side of her over troubled tummy, but no sooner had she done that than the pressure inside her flared, cruel and ravenous, aching to destroy her from within. She cried out, almost as loud as the gurgling complaints of her doomed girth, and redoubled the pressure.

Which was precisely the wrong thing to do.

The lightsaber pressed harder into the side of her stomach, her mouth opened to utter a delicious concoction of curse words, but before she could there was a click as the tiny switch on the side of the lightsaber handle was pulled up by the Force pulling in on her belly.

FSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!

She saw it before she felt it. There was a sudden glow from the center of her paper-thin skinned belly, but from the opposite side to the handle suddenly erupted three inches of glowing, mystical crystal powered laser sword. The blade had activated and speared directly through her huge belly, popping out the other side.

"NNNNGGGHHH! No, it can't be!" She gasped, almost sobbing, as she felt her stomach revolt, this deep and terrible wound pushing it beyond what fate even a mastery of the force like her's could avoid.

GRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!

"I'm going to burst, someone help me, my tummy!" She cried, but there was nobody who could hear her, and even if there had been there was nothing they could have done.

rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

A deep rumble built within the colossal sphere. It's owner, still wide eyed and disbelieving, held onto it with splayed fingers. The pain built into a crescendo, she screamed in frustration and anger, and for a moment her guard dropped.

She released her force-grip on her tummy.

There was a sound like rubber stretching, a balloon over inflating, and the surface of her huge grey gut puffed out just an inch, a mere inch, trembling and rippling and roaring.

And then, like some huge stellar space station, she exploded.

Description
The force, so we’re told, is a quasi-mythical thing binding together all things in harmonious, natural balance.

Supreme Leader Snope was currently bound together… to some extent. Though you would be very hard pressed to call it anything approaching a harmonious or natural balance.

In fact, as most of the crew of the Swolo could attest, the sounds coming from their regent were far from harmonious.

GRRRRRROOOOOOOOO…

“Guh… oooooh…” the dark lord winced, a hand sliding down the front of her tented robe to massage the incredible orb that bobbed there.

One downside of spending all your time in a throne aboard a massive space ship is that, other than bully people holographically there’s not a huge amount to do. Typically, boredom leads to snacking. Snacking leads to plumping, and plumping leads to the fat side.

And Snope was on the fat side alright.

Her gut ballooned out before her in an immense death star shaped swell, her belly button beneath the robe even giving the correct dimple like shape of the laser dish. She was truly immense, her belly proceeding her by several feet.

Usually the amount it stuck out was slightly less than it was today, but it had been a day of many, many snacks, and as such she was struggling somewhat.

People had eaten themselves into a state of rupture before. Normally they ate and ate and ate until the skin of their poor belly could take it no longer and simply split open. However, Snope had found a way to push passed this point, and in doing so had found that she could keep eating and eating until she had reached a size quite impossible for others to even dream of, a size that she absolutely reveled in attaining.

The secret was not in trying to restrain her stomach’s growth. Far from it, as the supreme leader it was her sacred duty and right to be as fat and utterly massive as possible. What better display of one’s power than to grow an enormous orb of a tummy, which she proudly displayed whenever possible.

She stopped to lean heavily on the door frame of her private bedchamber, wheezing, one hand pressed to the top of her monstrous girth, feeling it gurgle and heave beneath her fingertips. She could feel a curious pull, as if her hand was being tugged down into the turgid flesh, and in this lay her secret.

She was using her power to keep herself in one piece. But, instead of allowing her tummy to stretch further, which would require the hitherto unseen power to reshape one's own form, she was instead causing the space around her tummy to push inward, effectively using thievery fabric of reality as a kind of safety corset to keep her tummy held together.

Ingenious.

And also utterly draining. The more she ate, the harder and harder she had to exert herself to push inward on her vast stomach, preventing herself from simply exploding like a torpedoed frigate.

"Just a few... more... steps..."

The supreme leader waddled the few yards to her huge, velvet draped bed and flopped down on her back. There was another deafening GLLLUUUUUURRRRRBBBBBBBBBB from deep in the heart of her overstuffed gut, but it held together, as she knew it would.

She was the most powerful, most majestic and quite the fattest force user in the galaxy. She looked like she was pregnant with a Rancor, as she gingerly edged her robe open, biting her lip, marveling at the immense grey orb that swelled into view. She was at her very largest, the biggest she had ever been, the mere sight of her own stomach caused her breath to catch, her eyes to widen.

"That's no moon..." She purred in delight as she stroked the bloated, juddering mass. Her belly replied with a mewling, sad little cry, completely unable to cope with the colossal pressure within her.

And then she made a mistake. Drunk on her own pleasure, so enamored of her mighty gut, she gave it an experimental little prod.

Her finger barely dented the planetary swell, before something shifted inside her and her eyes widened.

All of a sudden her tummy heaved, violently, the pressure within spiking alarmingly. Deep and echoing roars like a hull caving in under the vacuum of space erupted forth from her. She shrieked in pain, aghast at this sudden and abrupt shift in the delicate balance she had sought, and believing that if she did not, her pride and joy might pop, she did the only thing she could think of in that moment to try and stop the inevitable from happening.

She drew all her power and squeezed down on her stomach.

It seemed to work. The feeling of her skin stretching to it's very last degree seemed to abate for a second, the feeling of splitting open ceasing almost as quickly as it had arrived.

THUD!

There was a sudden bang against the side of her stomach like a ship forgetting to press the hyper-drive button and simply ramming into her. She gasped in pain, craning her neck to see around herself as to what it might be.

A small rivet had worked it's way free of a panel beside her bed and whizzed over, slapping into the side of her tummy. She growled, before there was another, deeper and harder thump somewhere below her belly button.

This time she didn't have to crane her neck to see it. A coffee cup was pressed, rim side, into her belly. She moaned in pain, these small and seemingly insignificant objects causing the mightiest, most powerful and most majestic force user in the far, far away galaxy and undue amount of irritation, as well as threatening much worse.

In her panic and sudden reaction to the elevated risk of rupture, she had simply lashed out, pulling the fabric of the universe in around her like like a protective quilt. In her haste, however, she had simply pulled EVERYTHING, and that meant any small object near by was being drawn inexorably toward the inviting and vulnerable target that was Snope's belly.

WHUMP

She gasped, her red reptilian eyes visibly bulging as something even bigger suddenly pressed into her flank. Nervously, she looked at what it was, and she froze.

Her lightsaber.

The business end of which was pointing directly into the center of her tummy.

"Oh no... no no no... my belly... no!"

She tried for a second to relax the pressure she was placing on her stomach, to remove the prodding presence of the lightsaber from the side of her over troubled tummy, but no sooner had she done that than the pressure inside her flared, cruel and ravenous, aching to destroy her from within. She cried out, almost as loud as the gurgling complaints of her doomed girth, and redoubled the pressure.

Which was precisely the wrong thing to do.

The lightsaber pressed harder into the side of her stomach, her mouth opened to utter a delicious concoction of curse words, but before she could there was a click as the tiny switch on the side of the lightsaber handle was pulled up by the Force pulling in on her belly.

FSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!

She saw it before she felt it. There was a sudden glow from the center of her paper-thin skinned belly, but from the opposite side to the handle suddenly erupted three inches of glowing, mystical crystal powered laser sword. The blade had activated and speared directly through her huge belly, popping out the other side.

"NNNNGGGHHH! No, it can't be!" She gasped, almost sobbing, as she felt her stomach revolt, this deep and terrible wound pushing it beyond what fate even a mastery of the force like her's could avoid.

GRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!

"I'm going to burst, someone help me, my tummy!" She cried, but there was nobody who could hear her, and even if there had been there was nothing they could have done.

rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

A deep rumble built within the colossal sphere. It's owner, still wide eyed and disbelieving, held onto it with splayed fingers. The pain built into a crescendo, she screamed in frustration and anger, and for a moment her guard dropped.

She released her force-grip on her tummy.

There was a sound like rubber stretching, a balloon over inflating, and the surface of her huge grey gut puffed out just an inch, a mere inch, trembling and rippling and roaring.

And then, like some huge stellar space station, she exploded.