Leia moaned as her slave continued to slither his tongue around her left breast. He was naked, and aside from her bikini bottom, she was too, the increasingly insufficient upper half of her costume having been discarded on the floor when she first sat herself down on the richly ornamented bed. As the slave stroked her breast with his right hand, his left wandered down to caress her belly. Three years ago, Leia mused, the poor boy wouldn't have found much down there to sink his hands into. But that was a long time ago now, before she had entered Jabba's service as a sex slave at his brothel in Mos Eisley.
Leia had done well for herself there. With her physical beauty and surprising skills, she had become the establishment's most desired girl within a month. Another three months, and she had been assigned to teach the other girls her ways; as a result, the brothel had more than doubled its average annual earnings. Jabba, pleased, had elevated Leia to the position of matron of the brothel (she preferred that translation of the Huttese to the crass Basic "pimp" - her occupation was an art, after all), and with such a promotion had come certain... privileges.
For one, her work schedule was significantly decreased (she was now expected to service only the most prestigious of clients), and for another, her living situation was made considerably more luxurious. She was given her own chamber, spacious and outfitted with sensual furnishings, drapery, and art, along with a private retinue of personal slaves. These included male (and one or two female) escorts who would attend to her every sexual need, as well as a private chef, who would look after her more alimentary desires - both staff additions constituting a notable difference from her life as a common prostitute, in which she was subject to the sexual whims of the brothel's patrons, and forced to accept whatever rations (generally insufficient and unappetizing) the cook saw fit to apportion her.
Leia greatly appreciated the slaves who aided her in bathing, dressing, doing her hair, and the sundry other tasks which occupied her time, but it was these escorts and the chef of whom she made the most extensive use - particularly the latter. Leia had maintained her figure through her first year at the brothel, due in large part to the meager rations and the frequent and vigorous exercise involved in her line of work. Under her new arrangements, though, she generally allowed her escorts to do most of the work during her escapades with them, and limitations on meals were a thing of the past.
What with consuming an average of four hefty meals a day - with dessert - and getting little to no regular exercise for the past two years, then, the changes which had occurred in Leia's physique surprised no one - least of all her. Her toned, athletic stomach was long gone: in its place, a large, soft belly bulged forward, hanging so far over the bottom half of her costume (a slightly more ornate, though no less revealing, version of the one she had first received from Jabba) that it was almost hidden. Her love handles weren't far behind, jutting out so far that they rested upon her meaty thighs, creating a permanent, thick roll of fat around her waist that refused to disappear even when she stood up straight; the flimsy strings connecting the two halves of her bikini bottom had gotten in the habit of cutting so deep into this soft part of her that they were invisible, tucked out of view as Leia's flabby folds spilled over them. That reminded Leia: those pesky strings had been feeling tighter than usual lately. Probably time to get them loosened to accommodate her growing waistline.
The small but perky breasts which had graced her lithe form three years ago, meanwhile, had been replaced by massive, jiggling monstrosities, three-and-a-half handfulls each at least. They had miraculously managed, moreover, to maintain their firmness and shape as they grew, sagging hardly at all, probably thanks in part the support from her huge, well-fed belly. Her ass too had swollen steadily outwards without accruing anything in the way of unseemly cellulite; Leia suspected the smoothness and creamy complexion which her young skin had retained had something to do with her chef's choice of ingredients, as well, she thought, as the various chemicals and lotions with which her slaves treated her daily. The only side-effect to her rear's considerable gain was its tendency to bounce and shake involuntarily - along with not a few other parts of her expanded body - whenever she moved, or especially walked, her jiggling ass cheeks veritably clapping together (sometimes audibly) as she sauntered down the corridors of the brothel. Of course, this side-effect was one nobody, least of all her patrons or escorts, would consider negative.
The slave - whose toned, muscular body was an almost amusing juxtaposition to her own figure - now moved his hand from fondling her thick belly roll to sneak below her skirt, giving attention to her waiting nether regions. She felt a moistening between her fat thighs as he worked, and she moaned again, arching her back as her huge breasts heaved.
"Enter me," she whispered, and the slave obliged, undoing her bottom and deftly sliding in his large cock. She groaned in arousal as he began to thrust slowly in and out.
"Kiss me," she commanded, and the slave turned his attention to her face, possibly the only part of her which, apart from the slightest and loveliest softening of her features, had been largely unaffected by her massive gains. He pressed his lips against hers, and she snaked her arm around his waist, drawing him closer. He began to thrust with greater urgency; her breasts, ass, and belly all shook uncontrollably as his hard muscle slapped against her soft, quivering pudge. She began to whimper, giving little cries of need and anticipation - she was close, and she sensed he was too. The slave, meanwhile, grabbed hold of her love-handles for additional leverage, eliciting from her a gasp of surprise and pleasure; his motion became critically insistent, and as her breasts slapped back and forth against her jiggling belly, she felt herself climax. She gripped his forearms as she gave a long, loud cry of satisfaction, and at the same time heard him groan as his movement slowed: they had paced themselves perfectly.
She fell back on the bed, panting deeply as her breasts continued to heave, sending reverberations through the rest of her fattened form. The slave joined her and gently began to caress her soft belly again; he would be ready for another round soon enough (Jabba had certainly selected talented specimens for her use), but she needed time to finish riding the waves of this one. Once she was ready, though... she smirked. She didn't intend to let him leave for a good while yet.
Unfortunately for Leia, her licentious plans were not to see realization that day. At that moment, there came a harsh knock on her door.
"Mistress!" came a voice from the other side, not waiting for her answer. "I bring an urgent message from Jabba..."
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