"Come on Ahsoka, we're going to be late~"
"Hnnnggh, Yes Master," she continued, "It's just a little hard to walk in heels."
"What a clumsy Jedi," Mike laughed, "I thought you were trained to have better balance?"
"Mmmmnn, the Jedi trained my reflexes, not my ability to walk in heels… jerk," Ahsoka muttered under her breath.
Mike was leading Ahsoka down the halls, a single golden leash connected to a thick golden posture collar. A slingkini barely covered her curvy athletic body, showing off the sides of her puffy nipples as it dug into her puffy orange pussy. The entire outfit was designed to make her embarrassed, and the nine-inch heels Mike ordered her to wear were not helping. Every other step caused Ahsoka to wobble as she struggled to keep balance in her utterly ridiculous shoes.
"Then you should be able to catch yourself if you fall," teased Mike. He was practically naked as usual; pecs and muscles gleaming, black pubes trimmed. His massive dong a mere inch away from the floor. Mike preferred to let his meat hang out, leaving his nuts to be cradled by his expensive boxers which were completely stuffed by his heavy nuts. Literally looking like a set of cantaloupes in a tight blue sack.
"I won't fall over!" grunted Ahsoka, sweat beading down her forehead as she steeled herself against this terrible trial. When Mike said he wanted to play she didn't think he'd be walking her around in heels!
"If you do there'll be a reward~" Mike gave her a smug little smile as he wagged his cock.
"Mmmmmhhhn," muttered Ahsoka, trying not to drool (or lean over too far).
"I can't believe all it took was a pair of heels to make you bashful~"
"Shu–shut up!"
"If I knew that I would've made you walk around the city dressed like a ghetto whore~"
"No–"
"With booty shorts and a thin breast wrap to match your heels," continued Mike, a lecherous smile on his lips, "wouldn't that be nice."
"Ye–no! I'd hate that," she muttered, trying not to trip, "I'd barely be able to walk properly."
"Then you better keep pace or I'll have to replace you with one of the servants."
"As if, they're nowhere near as good," said Ahsoka as they walked through the immaculate halls which were tended to by a variety of servants.
The majority of the Palace staff were either Mike's personal slaves (all willingly submitted), the Nighsisters in latex garb or the mercenaries his Madalorians brought on as extra muscle. They mostly stayed away from the upper levels of the palace where all the debauchery took place.
The gleaming sandstone hallways were all decorated with large purple and red carpets with golden fringe. Matching curtains covered the upper windows, covering blast shields. All along the column were carved images of various Zygerrian men and women servicing Mike's massive cock. Some of the mosaics were utterly shameless, displaying his form in marble as his mewling, desperate pets were etched in more plain sandstone. They worshiped at his feet, their desperation eternally remembered in stone, and some of the statues even had kiss marks over the cocks. The architect who had designed the lecherous display had been surprisingly good at giving head, and Mike almost missed her as he admired the art.
Multiple little rings of green, blue, red and purple covered the stone phalluses. Signs of worship by the slaves that all yearned to serve Mike. He would need to remind them they would all need to clean up the signs of their worship whenever they cleaned. A dozen servants kept busy in the halls, scrubbing the golden inlays and statues spotless. Each of them stopped to prostrate themselves whenever Mike passed by.
All of them gave Ahsoka jealous or desperate looks as she stumbled past them all. She could feel their need, every single one craved their Master's seed above all else and needed to worship his massive marble pillar. One nearby MILFy Zygerrian woman, dressed in a very short white skirt and a pair of heels, gently scrubbed the cocks of one of the statues.
Her lips were curved into a longing frown and her eyes pooled over the stonework as she worked. Every movement caused her thick body to jiggle. Her heavy wobble meat heaved, causing her dress to flutter and show off her large Golden Queen of Hearts ass tattoo, with matching Grapevine tattoo that snaked around her thick thigh down to her knee.
"You seem distressed, pet~"
"Eeeeep, my lord!" she fell to her hands and knees, bowing at Mike's feet, a few inches away from his pale pillar. Instantly his musk enveloped her body, making her head spin with every deep inhale she made as she pressed her nose against the floor.
"Mmmhhnn, oooh~ Whu–what can this inferior slave do for his majesty," she continued, voice trembling.
"Why are you so spooked, pet?" asked Mike, resting his cock against the back of her head, ruffling her short orange hair, "I thought you'd be happy to see me~"
"Hnnnggghhh, of course Master, I am happy to see you~"
Her eyes fluttered as a bit of drool dripped from her thick red lips. Brain fogging over with lust as she tried her best not to move up and start servicing her Master. She knew that without permission she'd be punished for daring to touch her Master's beloved cock. Yet, that didn't make the need to taste his godly cock any easier.
The way Mike's smooth muscles all flowed into each other, down his mostly hairless body to his godly cock. He'd developed so quickly since Ahsoka met him over a year ago. She didn't even notice the fact he'd gotten as taller as her, nearly dwarfing the adult Torguta.
"You don't look happy," continued Mike, "almost nervous~
"What? I'm not unhappy–"
"You calling me a liar?"
"No Master, that's–mmmhhhn~" She bit her lip, brain melting in her head as she muttered, "I like many of your slaves are tasked with cleaning lipstick off the statues by your Royal Mother, and—hnnngghh~!!"
The Zygerrian shivered, pussy throbbing as she soaked her panties. Barely able to form sentences as she struggled to continue, "Whu–we, ah–ahn–I mean, I hate cleaning them up."
"Explain," continued Mike, amused by her cute mewls. He almost wanted to give her what she needed but the jealous look on Ahsoka's face and the desperation were just too good not to savor them.
"Hnnggh, buh–because we love you my Master," she cooed, soaking clean through her panties as she panted, "The way you treat we pathetic servants, and your big white Human cock is so, snoooorrttt~ Mmhhhnn, in–incredible, we cannot resist even the image of you."
"And you hate erasing the signs of your love?"
"Yes Master, puh–pu—please don't be offended," she drooled, literally trembling under the weight of Mike's meat, "punish your stupid servant if she has failed you at all…"
"Pathetic," muttered Ahsoka under her breath.
"I don't think you deserve a punishment pet, in fact I want to encourage you~" Mike lifted his cock up as he continued, "why don't you serve your god, and after you're finished, inform the other slaves that you only need to clean the mosaics once a month. I'll make sure mother doesn't bother you any longer."
The Zygerrian woman sprang up grabbing Mike's thighs as she buried her face in his silk covered sack as she screamed, "Hnngggh, thu–thank yoooo–hhnngghmm~!"
"I'd hate for all your love to be washed away," he continued, "now be a good girl and get to slurping~"
The Zygerrian servant was much older than Mike, at least double times his age (maybe more if she was in her sixties) but she slobbered over his cock like it was her divine duty. She worshiped every inch of her Lord's huge Human pillar, smearing her ruby red lipstick over his little veins. All the servants practiced for this moment, some were even rewarded with perfect molds of Mike's pale pillar to use in their spare time. However, the feeling of skin textured soft plastic couldn't compare to actually worshipping at Mike's feet.
"That's a good slave, much better than stone isn't it?"
"Mmmhhhnnnh, snooorrttt~ Suh–sooo good," mewled the woman.
"I asked you a question, slave. Give me a proper answer," barked Mike as he gave her cheek a little cock slave that made the Zygerrian servant's head spin.
"Hnnggghh, yu–yuh–yeeeeessh," she cried, her tongue flopping out of her mouth, "It tastes so good my lord, your cock is a hundred times better than the sissy cuck who was my husband!"
"That's better slave," spat Mike, the look of superior on his face plain, "Maybe if you're lucky I will give you a couple brats. Since your hubby isn't capable of it."
"Ooohhhn, yes Master! Make me your bleached baby factory," she cooed, drooling as she rotated her tongue around Mike's fist sized tip.
"That can be arranged, you just need to devote yourself to me like a good little inferior."
"Anything," she drooled lips kissing his tip, "just so long as I can worship you, mmhhn~"
Mike looked over his shoulder at Ahsoka who was clearly jealous. Her face was bright red, lips curled into a pout and her fierce eyes fixated on the slave servicing Mike's meat turned on, but she was also painfully turned on. Her juices were soaking her inner thighs, clit swollen and pulsing as she stood in place.
"Come on, Ahsoka~" Mike pulled down his boxers a bit, letting his nuts dangle between his legs. Two heavy cum factories packed full of sperm. Then he reached back and spread his bratty teen butt, showing off his tight pink butthole; pristine save a few drops of sweat.
"Slobber over my taint like a good Togruta, and I promise you'll get the next load," grunted Mike as the Zygerrian swallowed his cock, "Mmph, and more~"
"Hnnggghh…" Ahsoka bit her lip, her fingers rubbing her clit.
"I know you want it, so get over here or I'll call over another slave~"
"Alright," said Ahsoka, trying not to sound desperate for it (and failing utterly). The desperation in her voice was easy to hear. She was hungry for Mike's rim and quickly fell to her knees, grabbed his lightly muscled thighs. Her fingers gripping both for support as she quickly moved down to his taint.
"Snoooorrt, mmmhhhn~" grunted Ahsoka, her tongue slobbering over Mike's taint.
The tip of her long tongue managed to reach the base of his sack. His taste made Ahsoka's brain melt, she couldn't get enough of his twinky white butt. A bit of electricity ran up her spine as the smell enveloped her brain, making Ahsoka's brain fog. She forgot about everything else besides Mike's butt.
"Mmmmhn, mwaaaah~" she continued to slobber like a bitch in heat, planting big kiss marks over Mike's butthole as her little nose twitched. Her grip on his thighs tightened and her sloppy pink tongue started to punch Mike's anus. The tip touching Mike's prostate as her lips formed a seal around his tight rim.
"Mmmmhhhnnn, mmmhhhnn~"
"Snoooooorrt~"
"Why are you non–Humans such good cock sleeves," Mike let out a satisfied exhale, his voice soft as he teased, "It must be good genetics."
"You are too kind, Master," mewled the Zygerrian, peeling her fat lips off Mike's tip. Lipstick rings had covered the first few inches and nearly painted his dark pink glans red.
Drool dibbled off the underside and dripped onto the floor as she panted, "please do not hold back my Lord, I exist to be your sperm—mmmmggghh!!"
The Zygerrian felt a force push on the back of her head, forcing her to take Mike's cock back into her tight throat. He was so hard, veins swelling with every inch shoved into her greedy Zygerrian gullet. Mike smiled holding up a hand as he moved the MILF like a puppet.
"Haha, I think I will pet," Mike started forcing more of his cock into her throat as he chuckled, "try not to faint before I cum~"
"Ghhhnnnkk!!"
"Ghhuuaaannkk!!"
To the Zygerrian servant's credit she tried her best to service Mike, keeping her throat nice and tight. Even as Mike's massive white bitch breaker bulged her throat to the point she thought it would burst. It felt like a literal arm had been shoved down her throat (which wasn't too far off). Mike's massive man meat was utterly destroying her wind pipe, cutting off all oxygen to her brain. The breaths the servant did get were completely tainted by Mike's heavy musk, and she loved it.
"Keep it up, cunts. I'm getting close~"
"I can tell," moaned Ahsoka, pulling out her tongue for a moment. Mike's rim was sloppy like a little pink donut, covered in thick spit which twitched slightly as Ahsoka spread his ass, and with her other hand she massaged his heavy sack.
"You're throbbing so hard," she kissed behind his balls, letting out an adoring coo, "Mnngh, I can sense you're getting close and it's mostly my fault~♥️"
"Yeha, yeah," Mike rolled his eyes, "keep kissing my ass like a good cunt–tard, and don't get too cocky. If this bitch sucks any harder she might have your job–"
"Ghhunnkkk!"
"Hnnggghhooo~!"
The Zygerrian let out a guttural groan, her eyes rolling up into her head until only the whites were visible. Mike could feel her throat tighten, trying to wring out his cock like an industrial press. She was almost as tight as Nala Se's last milking machine, and felt a lot better too. There was something naturally satisfying about feeling the lips of a woman a great many years his elder literally choking herself stupid just to please him~
"If you want it so bad I suppose you deserve a little load!"
"Hhhggghhppppkk!!"
Her body shook, nostrils flaring as Mike's cock swelled and pumped a disgustingly thick load of white Human cum into her stomach. Literal gallons of spunk poured into the woman's mouth and she hoovered it down like lemonade on a hot summer day. She couldn't stop, gargling Mike's hot cum. The tip of her tongue constantly teasing his glans even as her brain shut off from the sheer pleasure of being used as a white boy's dumb cum toilet.
"Not bad for a slave," exhaled Mike as he pulled his massive meat out of the Zygerrian's throat, "you'll go far here… whatever your name is."
"Uuuhhhnnnnn, cuummsssh~" she drooled as Mike's seed spilled from her mouth. Her stomach looked heavily distended like she was in her second trimester, and strained against her dress. Between her legs was a small puddle of cunt juices that had quickly formed as the orgasms started, and didn't stop. Even as Mike pulled out.
"Feel free to come to my chambers tomorrow to be the morning toilet," grunted Mike as he used the force to scrape the leftover cum off his cock.
The seed formed a softball sized orb of floating nut gunk which he threw at the servant's face. All that thick spunk splattered over her cheeks, nose and lips, glazing her in Mike's godly Human cum. Any intelligence left in the servant's eyes disappeared and was replaced by feral lust as she tried to devour her force facial. Her tongue lashed out of her mouth, licking over her face as she let out slutty groans.
"Want to use her ass?" asked Ahsoka as she pulled her lips off Mike's shitter, leaving it covered in her bright white lipstick.
"Hmmmm, nah~ This pig has had enough," said Mike as he tugged on Ahsoka's leash, "and you've had a long enough break."
"Mmmhhhn, jerk! No rest for your Royal Ass Licker?" moaned Ahsoka as she jumped up to her feet, nearly falling over, but she managed to catch herself with the force.
"You'll be rewarded once we get to the labs," replied Mike.
His gaze drifted over to a trio of servants. A group of slaves that had all started masturbating while watching him abuse the Zygerrian woman's throat. They were staring at him with hungry eyes, but Mike had better things to do than satisfy his slaves all day, yet…
"Slaves!" He pointed at the cum puddle around the slut's tits, "feel free to lick my seed off the floor. Then make sure to clean this up~"
"Yes Master!"
The trio scrambled forward, eager to obey Mike's orders for even a crumb of attention from their Godly Human Lord. Mike could hear their groans as he walked deeper into the palace, leaving the bright halls around the throne room behind as he moved to Nala Se's part of the palace.
The walls were a lot more plain. Most of the finery had been taken down, replaced with large power coils, and cleared of all flammable materials. In every hallway were little Gonk droids taking readings of the power, making sure no fluctuations happened, but more importantly his newly enhanced Night Sisters were out in force. Nala Se had finished the first batch of clones and put them to work guarding the chambers.
All these new Nightsisters were six foot five muscled women clad in tight cortosis–latex hybrid suits that were made to deflect blaster fire and absorb kinetic force like armor, but personally Mike liked how tightly it hugged their fat, pointy nipples and created a clear cameltoe. In addition each one had a bright white womb tattoo over their eight packs, and a tramp stamp that read "Mike's Slave No.X".Their faces were completely covered by black biker helmets that covered all their facial features (except their bright purple lips) and allowed for telepathic communication between their fellow guards.
Ahsoka's pace would slow as they passed the pairs of guards. She stared at them for a moment, her expression hard to read but Mike could feel curiosity. He smiled, giving her a little tug as he said, "Maybe you should get a latex outfit~"
"Mmmn, as if," she moaned.
"It's not like you get a choice," chuckled MIke, grabbing his massive bulge, "unless you don't wanna be my fuck pet anymore—"
"No!" Ahsoka's face looked desperate for a moment, "I mean… it's not that I'd actually say no if you asked~"
"You can't hide your true feelings from me, pervert~" teased Mike.
"I won't take that from you," she retorted, a playful smile on her lips, "You are the one with an army of hookers and whores!"
"You forgot, fuck pets, mothers, sissies, drones, maids–" Mike held up his hand and started counting, "some Animals–"
"Animals!?"
"Yeah Mother bought me some wookies, gonna see what I can do with them," continued Mike, giving her impish smile, "Plus Luhwa is a lizard, so she falls closer to the animal category."
"She'd probably get wet if she heard you say that," said Ahsoka.
"So would most of the women in my life, Hehe~"
"Naturally, Master~" cooed Nala Se as she met the pair in the hallway.
She wasn't dressed in her normal lab clothes. Her outfit was much closer to something that a belly dancer would wear. Soft flowing purple fabrics wrapped around a golden collar at the base of her neck and draped over her fat tits before wrapping around her puggy tummy, extra wide hips and doughy Kaminoan wobble meat. Between her legs the fabric was pulled tight, digging into her slit which had quickly started to throb as she approached Mike. The fabric allowed her shoulder boulders to jiggle freely, slapping against her belly as she walked. Her silken outfit trailing slightly behind her as her thick legs quaked with each step.
"We are but domesticated livestock, waiting to be your Human baby breeders~"
"Too true, pet." Mike gave her a nod.
"I am sure your pet knows this as well," she continued, giving Ahsoka an impish little grin. Almost sadistic but Ahsoka didn't want to think about the thoughts of the royal (pervert) scientist.
"Naturally," replied Ahsoka as she narrowed her eyes. She much preferred the other Jedi or Harem members to Nala Se. Even Ventress was more tolerable than Nala Se, and her perverted experiments. So she did not enjoy seeing Mike and the Royal clone pervert growing closer.
"Let me take you to the newest conversion chambers." Nala Se looked over to Ahsoka, a lewd smile growing on her face as she asked, "would you like to ride me again, Master? Since your little pet doesn't seem capable of carrying you."
"Hey!" Ahsoka shouted, "I'm perfectly capable of carrying Mike! He just wanted to walk me through the halls," replied Ahsoka, getting a little embarrassed by her own words.
"It's true, I like watching her wobble around." Mike tugged on her leash and Ahsoka's tits bounced as she stumbled forward.
"See! She looks so cute~"
"I suppose even a Torgruta can have its uses," added Nala Se, giving Ahsoka a stern side eye.
"Hmmph, more than you," she retorted, "unlike you, I can actually satisfy Mike without being a fat whore."
"Thick dear," Nala Se gave her cheeks a squeeze. The ends of her long slender fingers sunk into her doughy grey cheeks, "Hehe, but I wouldn't expect you to know the difference~"
"Doesn't change the fact you can't handle more than one of his dicks," spat Ahsoka.
"I can handle more than some scrawny whores."
"Don't think so, you go all stupid after one load~"
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Hnnngggh~" grunted the pair as Mike force spanked the both of them.
"Shut it, sluts~" Mike raised his hand and the pair quivered, "I get enough cat fights whenever Ventress and Shaak–Ti dare to train me together." Mike rolled his eyes, "Now be polite, there is more than enough dick for the both of you."
"Of course, Master. Forgive your slave," said Nala Se, regaining her composure almost instantly.
"Yes Mike… bitch," muttered Ahsoka under her breath as the pair walked into one of the nearby labs, passing by another set of cloned Nightsisters who followed the group inside the room. They stood guard at the door as Nala Se walked towards a terminal set up in the center of the room.
This room was a much smaller part of the wider cloning facility, but still kept much of the finery that had been lost during the renovations. Most of the columns were still ornately carved and most of the mosaics remained intact. Yet crowded around the center of the room were about half a dozen empty cloning pods, and one very large server tower with a terminal.
Nala Se immediately started entering commands on the terminal and one of the pods popped open, releasing a fine film of mist over the floor. She cleared her throat, and spoke to Ahsoka in a surprisingly professional tone, "You will be in this pod the next two months as I observe your cellular growth."
"Huh? I am growing," Ahsoka gave Nala Se this half angry confused look.
"Yup, you're going to be a breeding bitch just like Nala Se and Mother," continued Mike, giving Ahsoka's firm butt a squeeze, "Pumped and muscled, you should also be a lot stronger~"
"Whoo, that's so–"
"Don't worry, you shouldn't feel a thing, and more importantly Mike will be taken care of~"
"I am sure he will be," Ahsoka rolled her eyes.
"Now Master, you will need to prep her," continued Nala Se, "the same volume that ventress received should suffice–"
"Nah~"
"Whaaaa!" Ahsoka cried as Mike used the force to push her onto the ground (and it didn't take much considering Ahsoka was already wobbling). The fall wasn't hard, but she was left with her face up and ass against the ground. By the time Ahsoka realized Mike's boxers were off and his two feet of thick white cock was pressed between her cheeks.
"Since you're soooo gooood at taking my cock–"
Ahsoka's eyes fluttered as she Felt Mike pushing his fat cock against her light orange folds, spreading her slit wide open as he continued, "I think you'll get a triple stuffing before you get turned into my newest muscle bimbo!"
"Hnngggh, fuck no I will die–ggghhunkkk!!"
Ahsoka's eyes bulged and her body trembled as Mike used his force powers to triple stuff her holes. Three huge white alien smashers punched into her guts, causing Ahsoka's belly to distend in two separate places as her throat was filled completely. It was so hard to take, and Ahsoka nearly passed out from the penetration. Her literal height in cock was utterly ruining her holes, and she already came twice.
"Mmmggghhkk~!
"Ghhhrrrrkk…"
Ahsoka's groans got weaker as Mike's cock pounded her womb's entrance, forcing his way inside her baby box with brutal efficiency. She could feel Mike's fat tip hit the back of her womb, smearing tons of his thick pre–cum inside. The thick coating of semi–sludge quickly glazed her insides. In the depths of her ass it was the same, hints of Mike's ultra virile load were spilling over her folds. A shock ran up Ahsoka's spin as she tasted his cum on her tongue.
"So fucking guuuud~" thought Ahsoka as her eyes rolled up into her head. The force of a gut busting triple penetration was too much for her body. No Jedi training could have prepared her for such a brutal assault on all her senses. Even if she loved every second of being brutally embraced by her little lover it was not enough to withstand it. Ahsoka quickly went limp, her body resting on the ground.
"I should check the state of the specimen," said Nala Se, a smile creeping onto her lips.
She reached down and lifted Ahsoka's head off the ground by her head tendrils, making it so her face looked up at Nala se. Her expression was sloppy and blank, her jaw distended as Mike's force cock churned up her throat, causing spit to drip from her lips as her tongue twisted around his girthy shaft.
"Pathetic," Nala Se let out a haughty laugh as she continued, "Heh, heh, I guess you're not as good as you thought you were."
"Ghunnkkk!"
Only the barest outline of Mike's force cock was visible which had the side effect of serving as Nala Se's window to the depths of Ahsoka's throat. She could see Mike's cock throb and Ahsoka's throat muscles squeeze, and relax with every cock movement. Little tears formed in the corners of Ahsoka's eyes, causing her makeup to bleed as her spittle spilled off her chin.
"Mmmhhhn, it won't be long now until you break and I can have Master all to my–" Nala Se paused as she felt Mike's force cocks pressed against her pussy and asshole. The soft silk clinging to her holes was quickly torn as her Master's familiar pillar was pushed into her womb.
"Ooohohhhn, muuh–Master! Me too," drooled Nala Se. She nearly collapsed from the sudden penetration, leaning against the side of the pod for support.
Her tummy bulged as Mike gave her a double penetration. Twin dicks punching the deepest parts of her body. Nala Se's teeth clenched, her black eyes shining as she watched the Nightsister's bellies inflate. Their bodies were being used for the first time, brutally broken in as Ahsoka's holes were used as cheap cock milkers.
"That's it you dumb Alien cunts, keep tight for me!" shouted Mike, his nuts slapping against Ahsoka's hips as he pumped her like a wild animal.
"Ghhuunnkkk!!"
"Ahhhnnggghh!!"
"Hkkkknnghh…"
Ahsoka's body trembled as Mike started rutting in her cunt, "Today you are finally going to be my personal bleached baby factory. Hhhnnr, a swollen little whore that'll exist to produce my brats!"
"Mmmmhhhhk!"
"Now stop going limp and stay tight while I gunk up your guts with my cum!" Mike barked his orders but Ahsoka could barely hear him speak. It felt like her brain was being plastered in Mike's thick seed. The triple stuffing she received quickly clogged every inch of available space in her insides. There wasn't a square inch of Ahsoka's insides that didn't have some shred of Mike's genetics swimming around.
"Better, you handled yourself better than Ventress the first time I triple stuffed her~" grunted Mike as he pulled his cock out of Ahsoka's cunt and with that the other two ghostly force dicks disappeared. Allowing a thick stream of cum to spew from Ahsoka and Nala Se's ruined holes.
The Kaminoan was expecting Mike to stuff her too; it was in his nature. However, she wasn't ready for him to go so hard. It took a lot more out of Nala Se than she expected and she had to try to keep herself from going limp, during Mike's heavy cum dumping.
"Uuuhhhnnggh~"
Ahsoka gurgled, laying face down in a pool of Mike's thick cum. There was so much cum in the puddle but even more stuffed into Ahsoka's holes. The literal triple stuffing Ahsoka had to survive had taken its toll on Ahsoka's body, and clogged up her insides. Her belly was packed to bursting, looking more like livestock pregnant with triplets than an actual impregnated woman. Her massive distended belly pressed against the cool ground of the lab floor, causing a great amount of pressure on Ahsoka's holes.
"I am surprised you have so much room inside you–whooa."
Mike nimbly dodged out of the way as Ahsoka's ruined cum packed asshole tensed for a second, shooting out a geyser of thick white baby batter. The thick white nut gunk flew a good few feet as her holes tried desperately to re-tighten but there was too much seed (and stretching) for her to quickly recover like normal.
"Damn bitch, I thought I broke you." Mike playfully rubbed his cock against her firm little butt as he said, "maybe I should've fucked your holes harder~? You can clearly take it."
'Uuhhhoooo…"
"That said, you should have enough of my nasty nut slop clogging up your guts. Now the transformation should go off without a hitch," exhaled Mike as he rested his huge white bitch breaker between her ass cheeks.
His tip was still leaking a bit of leftover cum onto Ahsoka's upper back. Her vice like pussy grip wasn't quite enough to wring him out completely, and Mike smugly enjoyed feeling her twitch and shake under his meat. He was very tempted to breed her again, make sure that Ahsoka's pussy never forgot the feeling of being crushed by his godly white bitch breaker, but–
"Oooohhnn, aahn–as expected of you my Master."
Nala Se stumbled to her feet, grabbing hold of the nearby pod for support. There was so much cum clogging her cunt, and it was already plastered all over her inner thighs. His hot Human goo had covered her jiggle sticks on its way to the ground. Thick rivulets of cum that made squelching sounds as Nala Se's thighs slid against each other during her meek walk towards the pod.
"But please, can you–hhhnnggh~" Nala Se came a bit, her brain melting as she muttered, "cu–can you please put Ahn–Ahsoka into the pod. My help is…"
Mike looked around at the duo of Night sister clones who were in much the same state as Ahsoka. Their latex clad belly were packed full to bursting, and their assholes leaked thick rivers of cum as their muscles, flex and pushed his thick fuck sludge out of their bodies. He didn't even remember including the Nightsisters in his little group fuck, but he couldn't deny it was his handy work.
"Alright, alright~ I guess it was my fault," sighed Mike.
"Oh no Master, the fault is mine. My body is soft and weak," she moaned, nipples leaking milk, "perhaps I should make myself muscled like the Night sisters and this—"
"Fuck no, are you retarded?"
"Hnnn~!" Nala Se's face immediately shifted to shock.
"Half your appeal is your stupidly thick body," he continued as he used the force to pull Ahsoka along, "and besides I like my steeds to be soft and squishy. Unless you don't want me to be comfortable when I ride you?"
"Hnngggh, no my God!" Nala Se fell to her hands and knees, "I beg your forgiveness for my stupidity. My mind, body and soul are yours to mold as you see fit, and I should not think without your orders~"
"That's better bitch," spat Mike, giving her a cute smile as he threw Ahsoka's limp, cumflated body into the pod. He had to push her stomach down with the force to properly close the door.
The door hissed as the pod began to pressurize and mechanical tendrils started preparing Ahsoka's body, taking vitals and moving her upright. Mike's cum spilled from her holes but was quickly sucked up by the same mechadendrites, and redeposited inside Ahsoka as her pussy was cupped by a kind of pump. A loud whooshing* filled the room, and Ahsoka's pod was filled with a bright pink liquid that Mike recognized as hyper–oxygenated nutrition bacta; Nala Se had educated him after Ventress was hooked into the pods.
"Thank you my God, I couldn't have done this without you." Nala Se quivered, her voice filled with adoration for her Master.
"When will she be ready?" asked Mike
"In two months."
"That long, uuhg." Mike groaned like a child that was just told there was another four hours left in their road trip, "I expected this to be faster."
"Forgive the speed my Master. The extent of the changes you requested will be similar to Ventress and she needs time to cook." she eagerly replied, "but it may only be five or six weeks, since your cum loads were so thick~" she panted saying the last word.
"Mmmhhhmmm," Mike nodded, "oh and mother?"
"Just a day longer my Master!"
"Finally good news."
"Yes, your Royal Mother isn't being changed to the extent of your enforcers," moaned Nala Se, kissing Mike's feet, "Mwaaaah~ The final genetic tests are being done, and after that Miraj will be no better than a fertile bleached breeding pig in the middle of her heat!"
"Such a terrible royal scientist," Mike laughed, "is that any way to talk about your boss?"
"Forgive me Master, but you are my "Boss". No other may order me except for you," she moaned, kissing up his calves.
"Very good, once she is out of her containment make sure she is sent to the throne room. I have much to discuss with my mother," continued Mike.
"Yes Master, I will make sure she is there for you… May I–"
SLAP!
"Hnngghhh, fuuuccck," groaned Nala Se, letting out a sloppy groan as Mike slapped his cock against her cheek.
"My cock was left absolutely filthy by Ahsoka," continued Mike. His classic impish smile on his face, "make sure it is clean before I ride you to my room. I wanna dump a couple nuts in my Royal Cumdumpster before morning.
"Oh thank you Master~" Nala Se's tongue flopped out of her mouth and started tenderly lapping the thick cum sheen off Mike's meat, "Mmmmmhhn, I promise not to leave a single sperm cell staining your powerful white cock~
"You better not, or you'll be punished like Mother."