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Description: Ethan, falling asleep at work, daydreams about his pregnant boss dominating him using her thick and plump body, as she grows and grows until she blows up!.

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It was lonely in the garage, and that was just the way Ethan liked it. The harsh Tatooine light filtered in through shades, rays sparkling with dust that could never quite completely be removed. The hiss of his blowtorch echoed throughout the garage bay like some distant planet’s ocean through a shell. It was a perfect picture - just him and his work, detailing one machine after another.

Machines were easy. Not at all like people. People were complex and demanding unless they were bringing you drinks or dancing for you in the fleshpits. Vehicles and vaporators had ways they were supposed to be. The fun was in buffing off everything that wasn’t that way until they were good as new.

And speaking of things that weren’t that way…

Ethan frowned as he came to the other side of the windracer engine he’d been working on. The casing was crusted over on one corner with a streak of something that looked like it might once have been liquid.

He brushed a callused thumb over the offending stuff and bit his tongue against a curse. Damn it, hadn’t he buffed this thing smooth last night?

The sudden slam of the door opening too quickly broke in like a bantha on his wondering. One of these days he’d get that thing fixed. But he would have preferred to listen to it all day rather than–

“Ethan! That engine better be immaculate! The next trial run is Centaxday…”

Ethan sighed. It wasn’t his fault.

Ethan’s boss Charlotte lumbered out of the lobby and into the garage, picking her way surprisingly carefully past the shelves and machinery given her bulk. She was a study in contrasts to him. Where he was dark-skinned, her complexion was bright Blue. Where he wore clothes that covered his skin to protect him from sparks and shavings, she contented herself with a spiked leather headdress and the sheer, skimpy silks that slimmer Beyre women favored - and which silks favored them better than she.

For where Ethan was wiry, Charlotte was enormously fat. And didn’t she know it.

It had probably been naive of Ethan to assume that all Beyre women were as fit as the ones in the Mos Espa fleshpits.

Her thighs jiggled as she walked, rippling like fresh-poured Yatooni Boska, the fermented dewback sweat that made a surprisingly sweet drink. Ethan had idly wondered, in moments of extreme boredom, what Charlotte’s sweat might taste like. Even now her skin was shiny with it. It practically pooled in the deep valley of her cleavage, making her silks cling to her like bandages.

The woman herself generally cured him of such fantasies.

Her red eyes blazed as she made her way up to Ethan’s station. “What are you standing around for? If you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean!”

“Working on it,” Ethan mumbled, indicating the stain on the engine casing.

Charlotte picked her way over to Ethan’s side to see what he was talking about. Her cheeks darkened. “Oops! That must have been after you went home yesterday.” She giggled. “I was tidying up last night and miiight have gotten a little frisky. The little one makes me feel some type of way, don’t you, you rascal?” She patted the steep curve of her belly, smiling down at the youngling that slept in her womb.

Ethan couldn’t decide whether to be frustrated, disgusted or turned on. His heavily pregnant boss was startlingly open with him, considering her propensity for chewing him out over minor things. But damn it, there would be less to chew him out over if she weren’t rubbing herself on his work.

He nodded, unable to keep himself from imagining how wet she must be right now. If only her gravid middle didn’t hide her crotch. On a desert planet like this, her pussy could probably qualify as an oasis.

Ethan was barely able to avert his eyes before Charlotte turned a glare on him again. “Well, you know the drill. Clean it up!” she barked, turning in place and walking off to do… whatever it was she did in her office. Ethan had never once seen her do any work, and he strongly suspected that balancing accounts and coming clients didn’t take up nearly as much of her day as satisfying her pregnant urges. A musky smell did indeed tend to drift from her office at certain points in the workday.

He went back to his work, turning to fetch his strongest metal cleanser for good measure. He watched Charlotte walk back to her office, the globes of her ass cheeks quivering around the minimal coverage of her waistcloth. He could just see it hanging down between her flabby calves, dripping something in her wake - sweat or something more personal, Ethan couldn’t tell.

It was back to work. He pushed the lurid question from his mind as he set about buffing his boss’s dried cum off of the engine.

–

It might have been five minutes. It might have been an hour or two. Ethan had fallen into a pattern of menial labor that blurred the passage of time.

Charlotte’s familiar voice called to him from across the shop. “Oh, Ethaaaan…”

He looked up from his work, suppressing a groan. “Hmm?”

Ethan wasn’t sure how he’d failed to notice Charlotte slinking out of her office. He must have been more absorbed in his work than he’d thought. There she stood, leaning on the frame of her door, one hand on her prodigious hip as if she were waiting for a response. “Notice anything different about me?” she purred.

Ethan had never known her to purr - nor had he been invited to let his eyes wander over her ample flesh. Even her tails were fat; Ethan didn’t know how they didn’t weigh her head down as she walked, even draped over her shoulders as they were now. They hung enticingly over her breasts, the twin tails not quite hiding her nipples. The areolas must have been bigger than Ethan’s head.

He couldn’t quite put a finger on what she was talking about… until he saw Charlotte’s calves. They were almost as big around as her thighs, giving her the appearance of being balanced on two fleshy poles. She turned this way and that, showing off her swollen legs from every angle. “I’ve seen you looking,” she said. “Is this what you like?”

It was Charlotte’s habit to walk through the shop scantily clad, but she’d never outright flaunted herself the way she was doing now. Ethan gulped. “Uh… sure?”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, and curled one side of her mouth into a smirk. “Who’s teasing who here? Don’t think I don’t know how you spend your free time.” She started to walk toward him, stomping a little with each step to send a jiggle from foot to head.

Slowly as Charlotte was moving, Ethan couldn’t help but think she was drifting toward him somehow, moving faster than her deliberate steps would otherwise carry her.

The memory of a womp rat skittering by him in the street, apparently bigger than a bantha on the horizon, arrived unbidden in the midst of his confusion. Charlotte wasn’t moving faster. She was getting bigger, taking up more and more of his field of vision as her body somehow inflated. Her spiky leather headdress popped apart, showering beads across the garage as her head matched her body’s growth.

Her belly pushed out as if her baby was growing faster, turning her midsection into a tight round ball crowned with a little hill where her navel popped out. Even that was growing flush with her skin before Ethan’s eyes. Her thighs were broadening to support her bulk, little waves and ripples creeping through them as each inch of her raced to keep up with the others. Over the hum of the air conditioning, Ethan could hear her sweaty skin squeaking like rubber as her legs met along their entire length.

“You like Beyres, don’t you, Ethan?” Charlotte was standing before him now, towering over him somehow, as if her feet had swollen her a few inches taller. “All that enticing flesh moving for you, gyrating, dancing…” She put a hand up on the wall next to Ethan, and out of the corner of his eye he could see every finger thickening. “Don’t you want more of it?”

Charlotte’s arms were now as big around as Ethan was, shaking almost on their own as she pinned him in place. The firm expanse of her belly was trapping him against the wall, and her breasts were racing to catch up, her upper silk disappearing in the deepening canyon of her cleavage. Being trapped between her tits was the only thing that kept the flimsy fabric in place when it finally snapped below her armpits.

“Oops! Well, I won’t be needing that, will I?” Charlotte grunted and bent her knees, pushing Ethan up the wall with her pregnant belly. He struggled for breath as his boss pressed against him, his hands scrabbling for purchase on her body. There wasn’t any. Her belly was tight as a drum and bigger than him now, big enough to fit an adult man.

Charlotte herself bared her teeth in a smile her cheeks threatened to overwhelm. Her tails pressed against either side of him, thick as vaporators, a monstrous parody of the head-tail lap dances the fleshpit Beyres were renowned for. Her neck was being swallowed up by her shoulders, her chest eating up more and more of Ethan’s vision as they each grew almost to the size of her belly. His hands sank into them, enveloped on all sides by endless breast flesh. He was soaked all over; squeaking filled his ears, his sweat combined with Charlotte’s sweat combined with something sweet-smelling that must have been her milk.

“You’ve always wanted to get your hands on these, haven’t you?” Charlotte hissed. “Well, now you get all the boob you ever wanted. Most human men would kill to be in your shoes right now… in my tits…”

Even those were starting to get taut, pushing Ethan’s hands out and inflating like balloons. The distinction between belly and boob was disappearing as Charlotte’s body grew, threatening to crush Ethan against the ceiling. He was gasping for breath as his boss laughed. “That’s right, Ethan. You’re all mine now. There’s so much of me to enjoy!”

Her face disappeared soon enough as her cleavage swallowed Ethan up to his neck. Below her muffled laughter, he could hear a strange, grinding sound, almost like twisting rubber tubes together. Little striations were appearing all over her skin, spider webbing her belly and breasts in white as her Blue body was stretched to its limit, as his boss filled the entire engine bay.

Ethan had scarcely noticed this when those white marks seemed to open up all at once. Charlotte came apart under him, her body bursting like an overripe fruit beneath a dewback’s foot. He closed his eyes and tried to forget how to feel things as a rush of air and wetness too terrible to dwell on flattened him as brutally as Charlotte’s body had, and in a fraction of the time.

The sound hit him last.

–

SLAM

He jerked awake with a surprised yell, bit it off and clenched his teeth when something hit him on the back of the head. Pain bloomed across his skull as he rubbed his eyes and scrambled for his bearings.

He was going to fix that fucking door if it killed him.

“Ethan? Damn it, Ethan! What the hell do I pay you for?”

Ethan had to squint as the bright Blue mass of Charlotte hove into view. She leaned down and grabbed him by the shoulder, huffing as she pulled the mechanic to his feet.

“How the hell long have you been asleep? Never mind. You just lost two hours’ pay, you lazy sack of bantha fodder!”

Ethan sighed. It really wasn’t his fault.