TK-141 drums out a rhythm on their squirming stomach as they wander the halls, a clear goal in mind but not any idea of how to accomplish it. This station is the largest in the Empire’s pocket, essentially a country all its own, and even easier to find yourself lost in. Their interest in the new assignment was piqued, but they still weren’t in any particular hurry to reach their destination, wherever it may be; Given the lack of direction, they’d be just as likely to arrive at it by wandering randomly, at any rate. So, wander they did.

Their stomach was just as full as it had been when they began their trek, their occupant just as dissatisfied with the arrangement as when he was first introduced to it. The bulges, while still human shaped, had taken a more neutral form-the officer’s energy sapped by the weight of the surrounding muck and layers of fat, forcing him to give up his struggles in favor of maintaining his dwindling air supply.

After more wandering, and a particularly long elevator ride, TK-141 manages to stumble upon their target by mere chance. A small crowd of troopers has gathered near the entrance to one of the training centers, towering above the heads of the crowd RC-00/438 can be seen from the torso up; 438’s gut meters across, and filled with the squirming indents of... stormtroopers? But, with the rounded, open-faced masks of cadets pressed against the skin, hidden beneath her skinsuit. Further proving the identity of the commando’s confusing meal is that of a lone cadet, the last of the bunch from the looks of things, down to his shoulders in 438’s maw...


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Thanks again to  Muhboobz for their hard work! I’m very excited for the upcoming pages, and even more so for chapter II~ I don’t have a strict ETA, but expect them semi-frequently!

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