Star Wars Sumo Episode 2: A New Rival

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ahsokas-post-112338038

Tags: USSBBW, stuffing, messy eating, sumo

First story of the month! Hope you all enjoy it!

--- Sparring Practice ---

The wet slap of fat on fat echoed through the empty halls of the pleasure barge. As the slaps died down, grunts rose to replace them. The hum of the ship’s machinery added a baseline of white noise, the grunts and slaps punctuating them and adding much needed distinction. Though the ship could be noisy, it was equipped with all manner of devices for playing music, for the moment it was nearly silent to reflect the serious training was taking place. Within the central room of the pleasure barge two women were locked in combat, testing their strength and tenacity against each other.Playing music would have profaned the seriousness of the exercise. The music of the day would be hefty bodies slamming into one another and the puffs of air that came after. There might be music later, but for now, Ahsoka Tano and Barriss Offee needed to focus on their sparring. 

“You’ve. . .uuugggh. . .improved. . .Barriss!” Ahsoka said, her plump hands clasping the other woman’s. Ahsoka thrust her gut and naked breasts forward, trying to gain any purchase on the sandy ring. The togruta’s head tails whipped around, slapping her thick neck and back rolls. The Togruta’s fat, single rolled gut pushed against Barriss’ own, a plump set of twin stomach rolls. The two women had been fed and fattened well, the slim and muscular figures bestowed by Jedi training now hidden under slabs of fat. Their clothing was sparse, each wearing a tight mawashi. Barriss had opted to keep her headdress, something traditional from her time with The Republic and Jedi. Else, the two women were naked. Green and dusty orange fat interlocked, sweat spraying out from the forceful meetings. “But. . .uuuuggghh. . .not. . .enough!” 

“You’re only. . .haaaggggh. . .skill is. . .being. . .fatter!” Barriss was not willing to go down without a fight. She started to twist Ahsoka’s wrists, the joints of which were hidden under a layer of pudge. There were hardly any sharp angles on either woman. Meals from Hutt crimelords and wealthy patrons of the sport had made sure that anything bony was obscured from view on the ladies. They were proper sumos, neither woman under 600 pounds. Barriss was proud of her 630 pounds, it having come only after long and hard stuffing sessions. Sumo had not come as naturally to her as it did Ahsoka. The orange woman was bursting at the seams with fat, so large now that her eyes were starting to scrunch. Ahsoka had not volunteered her weight, but there was little chance it was under 700. Barriss had thought Ahsoka had been naked at first, her stomach hanging far over her mawashi and her ass having swallowed the thong training from the waistband.

“You think. . .so?” Ahsoka started to squat, shifting her position without sacrificing ground. Her face was smashed between Barriss’s tits, lips kissing one of the ripe fruits. It was commendable how Barriss had adapted to this new lifestyle. Ahsoka was surprised that the Mirialan woman had adapted as well as she had. Barriss was now large and had a fair share of fights under her tightening belt. The mawashi that had once hung loose around hips was now getting painfully tight. Of course, she still had a ways to go before she could challenge Ahsoka. In both the traditional and lusty spectator aspects of the sport, Ahsoka had been a natural talent. The togruta had found the constant drumbeat of eating, training, and fattening to be extremely pleasurable. Her chins were many and her headtails were bigger than most near human species’ heads. Barriss might have been taller, but Ahsoka was fatter and stronger. “I’d say. . .uuuugggh. . .I have. . .plenty of. . .hidden. . .talents!” The togruta’s voice changed as she sprung her trap. 

Barriss’ grip slackened as she felt her contact with the floor weakening. Her plump feet went from being solidly planted to resting only on her toes. Thick and jiggling arms hugged her enormous ass. Barriss’ green buttcheeks bounced up and down as Ahsoka began to lift her. “What!” Barriss’ black headdress whipped around as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Ahsoka was underneath her, hidden muscles straining as she lifted her opponent. Barriss sloshed and jiggled wildly, as if the gravity in the barge had been turned off. Barriss pushed and slapped at Ahsoka’s wide shoulders. The slapping only grew more frantic as Ahsoka took her first step. The ring and barge shuddered as over 1000 pounds of feminine fat came down. Ashoka took another, her and Barriss body quaking. No matter how Barriss twisted and turned, she could not free herself from Ahsoka’s padded but iron-strong grip. Not until the fatter woman reached the edge of the ring. 

Barriss had once been a Jedi capable of manipulating the force to her whims. While those powers had not totally been forgotten, their effectiveness was severely diminished. Each pound gained, each stuffing session completed, and every sumo bout had weakened her connection. Sumo might have been a long standing tradition within the galaxy, but it was not the sort of thing that connected a person with the force. Barriss had once been able to summon that immense power to lift heavy objects or hurl herself many feet into the air. More than ever, as she spiraled through the air, she wished she could access that power again. Ahsoka had jumped and thrown her like a sack of flour or a flabby boulder. Barriss tried to steady herself, twisting and turning like a cat to stay within the circle. Yet, as she fell, it became obvious that she was going to land well outside its bounds. The last sight she saw before crumpling to the deck was Ahsoka’s broad smile, chins bouncing as she nodded her head.

--- Recovery Protocols ---

With the bout over, music and noise was allowed to return to Ahsoka’s pleasure barge. The crooning of alien singers drifted through speakers along with instruments that she could not even guess the name of. The time for seriousness had passed with the finishing of the sparring match. Ahsoka had come out the victor, but both women had tried hard. It was now time to indulge in the more pleasant parts of sumo culture. Bodies that had been taxed and stressed to their limits needed food and leisure in order to recover. Food built both the muscles and the fat of the two ladies, with leisure softening both their bodies and personalities. Ahsoka and Barriss had retired to the inner chambers of the pleasure barge, places where the music came through the strongest. They were the only two living souls aboard the ship. Medical and food preparation droids went about their business, seemingly ignorant of the difference in atmosphere.

“Aaaah. . .another good match.” Ahsoka eased into the bubbling water of the hot tub. Her arms spread over the lip of the tub, her legs mirroring them. She felt her gut sink between her thighs, gracing the bench with its presence. Her butt bubbled up, so big and fat that it could not all rest below the water. Jets pushed and massaged heated water at the Togruta, several of the streams ending up in much more pleasurable locations. Ahsoka smacked her lips, stretching her vast body out as much as she could. Her stomach rose like a sand dune out of the water, her breasts floating atop the scented water. The morbidly obese wrestler looked around for her sparring partner. “Getting in, Barriss?” 

Ahsoka felt rather than heard the Mirialan. Barriss waddled with the grace of a reek or a rancor. Slowly, the hefty former jedi padawan came around Ahsoka’s back and into view. Ahsoka sucked in air as she watched the other woman’s body rumble. Whilst Ahsoka might have been the fatter of the two, Barriss’s body had plenty to enjoy. Her ass was enormous, possibly even bigger than Ahsoka’s own. The two immense buttcheeks swallowed the thong of Barriss’ black mawashi, leaving only a small triangle of fabric at the top of her crack as proof it existed. The large cheeks bounced atop twin pillar legs. Not a bit of light could penetrate the shifting landscape of Barriss’ thighs. Her stomach and breasts seemed almost small in comparison, though they themselves were monsters in their own right. Barriss had easily built a body that was the near-human equivalent of a star destroyer. Barriss’ meekness made all the observations of her body all the more humorous. 

“No, I think I should be getting back to my own ship.” She mopped at her sweaty folds with a small towel. Ahsoka had let her own rolls be cleansed by the bubbling water. Orange fingers as thick as sausages hefted her stomach up, allowing a roving jet to shoot a blast of water on her under belly. Miniscule jet droids, no bigger than minnows, had been released into the hot tub. The scattered around, looking for areas of Ahsoka to treat or pleasure. “I’ve been gone for so long. The droids might have fallen out of the protocols.”

“Oooooh, live a little!” Ahsoka pushed a wall of water out of the jacuzzi at Barriss. The green woman squeaked and tried to dance away. Her headdress fluttered and her twin stomach folds slapped with the unplanned movements. “The droids can wait. This is about tradition.” Ahsoka snorted and crossed her arms. “If you’re going to be a sumo, you have to act like one.”

“Tradition?”

“We sparred on my ship.” Ashoka explained. “By rite of the sumo ancients, you’re entitled to all my recovery and feeding facilities.” Ahsoka lumbered her bulky body to the side closest to Barriss. Her own meaty buttcheeks bloomed out of the water, looking like whales coming to take on air. Her stomach pooled about the bench beneath her, spreading its orange mass out. The jet droids altered their cleaning routines, looking of new sections of Ahsoka to spray and massage. She kicked her thick legs, making her naked asscheeks dance. “It would be highly rude to refuse.”

Barriss looked down on the hot tub, Ahsoka seeming to fill the majority of it with her body alone. The Mirialan bit her lips and grappled with her mawashi, as was becoming her comfort move. She tugged the black fabric from out of the depths of her rolls, tugging it over both of her stomach rolls once more. Barriss had taken up sumo largely because there was little else to do. She had combat experience and was young and pretty. It had seemed much better than mercenary work. Anything to avoid more killing. Yet, Barriss had not counted on the other aspects of the sport. It was as much a vehicle for pleasure and lasciviousness as it was honor and sportsmanship. The lady sumos of the galaxy were expected to be concubines and models as much as they were hardened competitors. While Barriss could come to terms with altering her body to become a new kind of warrior, the increased attention to lust was something else. It was a dance she had a hard time entertaining. 

“Really, Ahsoka, I appreciate the offer. . .but my ship. . .” Barriss tried to waddle backwards, her plump feet kicking up spilled water. 

“Barriss!” Ahsoka’s voice snapped for a moment, holding the taller woman. “Has it been so long?” Her question was much softer, as thick with meaning as her body was with fat. “You know, we were padawans together. It might be nice to catch up. . .for old time’s sake.” Ahsoka reached a hand out of the water. She stretched her body across the tile, the pulse of the ship and hyperspace below that made her flab vibrate pleasantly. She stretched just far enough to tease one of the green skinned woman’s calves. Barriss was now fat enough that the bone of her ankles was puffed out and permanently swollen, hidden under layers of supple flesh. Ahsoka’s chubby fingers sank in deeply. “It’s just us girls. Nothing wrong with a little fun!” 

Barriss stiffened then softened. Her shoulders, widened with muscle and fat, slumped. Ahsoka watched as rolls shifted, breasts sliding out a little further. It was like the specter of Jedi training was leaving Barriss. Maybe not completely, but another layer of assumed guidelines was no longer in place. Ahsoka smiled, knowing she would make a true sumo out of Barriss yet. “If you don’t, then it’s all just work.” The Togruta said softly. “Just like Jedi life, you have to find both the order and the fun in it.” Ahsoka squeezed Barriss’ thick cankle again, making her leg bounce. 

“You’re right.” Barriss sighed, starting to turn. Ahsoka repressed a squeal of joy, splashing back into the pool. She waited like an excited cat at the edge, watch as Barriss slowly undressed what little clothing she had on. The green woman wiggled out of her mawashi, the fabric warmed from the loving time spent between its owner’s thighs and buttcheeks. Her hips rolled back and forth, shoving out into empty air. Ahsoka let her own orange buttcheeks bounce in sympathetic motions. It was in these moments that she realized how in love with her new body she was. Ahsoka could not watch another fat woman without wanting her own fat to bounce. Better still if they were touching.The only bit of clothing that Barriss left on was her headdress, which Ahsoka approved of. The touch of traditional formality made the rest of her surrender so much sweeter. Barriss might never fully let her hair down, instead crafting a costume that was lewdness with touches of bygone sophistication.

“Thanks.” Ahsoka said as she took a seat next to her friend. She bumped hips with Barriss. Resounding jiggles worked their way through the twin masses of fat. “The other thing is that it gets awfully lonely.” Ahsoka said as she stretched an arm over the back of the hot tub. “Traveling through hyperspace just to reach another planet to perform at.” She leaned as much of her fat as she could onto the reserved woman. Barriss gasped but did not retreat. It was more tender than their wrestling bout. 

“Of course, I understand.” Barriss tried to relax. “I should be more willing to learn the customs of the tradition I am a part of. Is there anything else that you would suggest for us to do?” 

“I could think of something!” Ahsoka hummed, knowing that the serving droids were already preparing the feast. “First we heal our bodies with water, then we heal them with food.”

--- A Feast for Former Padawans ---

“Mmmmgghph. . .you gotta. . .mmmgghph. . .try schome of. . .thiscch!” Much later,  Ahsoka led Barriss through the finer points of stuffing. The bath was well behind them, their muscles rendered soft and tender once more. The aching in their limbs had been chased away, thus it was time to put food in bellies; trading aching libs for aching stomachs. The pair sat on pillows at the head of a great table. Droids walked around them, constantly filling drinks and moving dishes. Food from many worlds were spread across the polished wood. The only commonality between the dishes were the excessive calories. They would dine until their stomachs were fit to burst, leaving nothing behind except smears and stains on plates. Ahsoka had lulled Barriss into the tub, now she would do the same with feasting. 

“What. . .ooooh. . .isccch. . .it?” Barriss asked, looking at the plate in confusion. The food seemed to be some fried avian creature, drenched in a dark sauce. She was slow to take anything she could not recognize. One thumb tugged on her recently donned mawashi, trying to alleviate the building tension. Her stomach was bloating quickly, each dish pushing it further. 

“Pfffft. . .like it. . .BBBOOOOUUURRUUP. . .matters!” Ahsoka thrust the plate forward, tipping it as she went. Either Barriss would eat or the food would decorate her nearly naked body. Either was a superb option for the Mirialan. Barriss was slow to choose, thus ending up with sauce spilled on her belly and tangy, succulent meat in her mouth. She gulped and munched, throwing her entire body into the feasting. Ahsoka pushed the bowl further up, making the food rush toward the edge. Dribbles and splatters of food rained down upon Barriss shifting flab. There was a tightness to her belly, almost starting to dominate the otherwise soft and malleable fat. Ahsoka shoved her own mass into her sparring partner’s, sharing in the warmth and mess, even trading some of the food that had accumulated on her orange bulk. “Jusssccht. . . .HOOORRRUUUP. . .eat!” 

Barriss gulped the fried food down before grabbing another plate. It was some kind of soup, filled with veggies she couldn’t guess at. “Take. . .BBBUUURRUUP. . .some of. . .your own. . .advice!” She retorted, picking up the fire that had carried her through their bout earlier. Ahsoka accepted the food, opening her mouth wide. She relaxed back into her pillow, showing Barriss the true way a sumo eats. Ahsoka shoved her thumbs into her mawashi, focusing entirely on sucking down as much food as she could. Great gulps carried the soup into her gullet and then into her gut. Each suck and slurp made her stomach bulge. She jiggled first with fat, though the contents of her stomach sloshed even under that. This meal was childs’ play for an experienced sumo such as Ahsoka, a perfect ground for teaching Barriss. The size of the gulps grew, with Ahsoka thrusting her hips a little for added effect. Barriss was taken aback. She tossed the empty bowl away, Ahsoka having downed it all in record time without a drop spilled. 

“BBLLELEERRRRUUUP. . .jussccht. . .uuurruuup. . .give it a bit. . .you’ll understand.” Ahsoka grunted and sat up again, reaching for a large plate of dumplings. Sweet meat from some sort of cattle had been tossed with a tangy, salty sauce. She ravaged the plate, shaking her round face from side to side. Rancors had more decorum than Ahsoka did in the middle of a feeding. Barriss watched mutely, too enraptured to get another course. Ahsoka’s head tails had fallen into the bowl, their fattened, tubular forms getting drenched in sauce. For a moment, Barriss wondered what it would be like to suck on them, to put the dangling tails of fat into her mouth. She wondered if Ahsoka would get pleasure from that. 

“BBBOOOORRRUUP. . .hey!” Ahsoka smacked the table. “Less gawking, more eating!” Intent as a stablemaster, she slapped her free palm. Both of their fat lept. Barris nodded and grabbed a plate. It was filled with rice, noodles, eggs, and squishy meat. Two sticks had been provided to help force the meat in faster. Barriss tried to use them, but found her fingers were too clumsy. She tossed them aside, instead scooping out the food with her chubby hands. Pellets of rice fell about her double rolled gut, some getting sucked into her deep navel. Those that made it into her stomach started to bloat with digestion. As Barriss finished the plate, she began to know what true fullness felt like. Though she had gotten to 600 pounds largely on her own, she had never eaten like this. She wondered if she ever would again. Moreover, she wondered if she was even going to live through the feeding. 

The women raced through plates and bowls and cups as quickly as they could. Ahsoka was always the quickest, there was little disputing that. However, Barriss used that to fuel her own eating. She could not beat the orange behemoth, but she could learn from her. Lessons came from studying the way that Ahsoka seemed to unhinge her jaw, how she turned off her gag reflex, and let gravity pull most of the food in. Ahsoka hardly seemed to chew. Barriss tired to unlearn what she knew about eating, discarding the pointless politeness. To be a sumo, she had to eat like an animal. The only limiting factors to her gluttony were quickness and how far her stomach would stretch. She started to hit the latter before the former. 

“Oooooooh-hoooo. . .BBBLLUUURRUUP. . .how do. . .you. . .do it?” Barriss moaned after an hour of continual gorging. Her stomach was so full that her two rolls were almost forced back into a single one. Her mawashi bit deeply into the fleshy expanse, hugging on even as its death approached. Barriss’ face had changed hues, some combination of blush and sickness affecting her. She rolled against her pillows, trying to find any position that might ease the pain in her belly. She found none. Instead, Barriss was left to hold her stomach and gasp for air. Sweat beaded across her skin. It felt like any wrong move would make her burst, detonating like a mine. Her hands were confused, at once trying to massage her belly and go for more food. She did not want to give in as quickly as she had. “Whatscccch. . .BBBEEEERRUUP. . .your. . .secret?” She moaned the question to Ahsoka, who was still eating. 

“Just time and practice!” Ahsoka slapped her own monstrous gut. It was as tight as a drum, the sound booming out into the secluded feeding area. “You will. . .BBBOOORRRUU-EERRUUP. . .get there. ..though.” Ahsoka tipped the plate she had been working on up to Barriss lips. Like a struggling calf, Barriss went for the plate. She slurped blue sauce and strange meat down, weakly gulping it into her gut. The ship seemed to swim, twisting end over end in her delirium. Barriss did not quit, wanting to prove herself. She would become a real sumo, adopting all of the traditions and practices of this strange martial sect. “Keep going. . .almost there.” Ahsoka whispered encouragement to the other woman. Barriss searched with her tongue, making sure nothing was left. Just as the final drop went in, Barris felt something give. A loud snap filled the air and she felt her fat rush forward. 

For a moment, Barriss was afraid that her stomach had burst. She was slow to look down, wondering if these were her final moments in the galaxy. However, as the sound of Ahsoka’s laughter hit her ears, she knew something else had broken. Relief in multiple ways flooded into Barriss as she saw the straps of her mawashi laying to either side of her thighs. The fabric had finally given out. Barriss’ gut lay naked in her lap, wobbling back and forth. For the second time that day, the Mirialan had been reduced to only having her headdress as clothing. She was too tired from the feeding to do anything about it. Instead, she just played with the broken straps, enjoying the brief bit of relief. Fullness would come rushing back, but for now she was at peace. 

“Helps if you. . .UUUUGGGHHH. . .” Ahsoka flexed her own gut, pushing it out against her mawashi. The straps burst and Ahsoka joined Barriss in full nakedness. “. . .know how to. . .whew. . .pop off a. . .mawashi. . .quickly.” Ahsoka spoke slowly, starting to feel tiredness. The adrenaline of the stuffing was starting to wear off, leaving only torpor in its place. Ahsoka rubbed her back into the many pillows, finding a spot that would hold her comfortably, her butt bounced on the floor underneath. The Togruta pulled her partner down, sensing that enough was enough. The furious eating of the past hour would give way to needed rest. The pair could lie a while, letting the food be turned into energy and soft fat. “Now. . .BBBLLLUURRRUUP. . .jussccht. . .BBOOORRRUUUP. . .enjoy. . .the feeling. . .” Ahsoka yawned, not finishing her sentence. 

Barriss settled down, nestling into the fatter woman’s arms. She toyed with one of Ahsoka’s headtails, feeling the plump organ between her thick finges. “BBBLLLEEERRRUUP. . .I guess. . .this in’t. . .too bad.” Barriss yawned, her eyes growing heavy. The food coma was coming upon them both, stealing any cognition they might have had. The last thing Barriss remembered before sleep was her hand reaching over onto Ahsoka’s thighs. She squeezed the hefty blubber, testing the thickness that she would one day grow into. Based on what she had learned with her stay today, Barriss would easily turn 600 pounds into 700. She only wondered how big Ahsoka would be by then.