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It was before your opening shift, you were taking your leisurely stroll down to the cantina. The smell of the oak forest filled your nose. You loved this smell, it always filled you with happiness. What didn’t make you happy was the way people looked at you. It always felt like a thousand eyes would gaze upon you when you walked to work like they were looking, judging, and making fun of your shape. You try your best to not act like you are there, and try not to pay attention to them but it always makes you uncomfortable in your skin.
“Hey!” A man stumbled forward and yelled. You were caught in your thoughts and didn’t realize you had walked into him. You look up right into them, their horns on their head caused you to quickly get away as fast as possible. You simply kept your head down and kept walking to the cantina to make it on time to your shift. You heard the person calling after you but you didn’t acknowledge them and kept walking faster.
Finally reaching the cantina you fumbled for the keys to unlock the big blue doors. The key slipped in your anxious state from your palms onto the muddy ground below. You quickly bent over and picked up the keys leaving your ass in the air. Finding fitting clothes is tough in this village, so part of your lower back and some crack shows. You didn’t realize the person you bumped into continued to follow you to the cantina. Suddenly, you were jolted as you feel a sting radiate from your ass causing you to release a squeal.
“Watch where you are going next time, fatass.” You turn around and see the man already walking away. You were used to being called names, but being violated like that made you want to kill that man. The door swung open behind you, causing you to jolt back.
“What are you doing out here, you’re late.” Kruk’s disappointment sent a shiver down your spine.
“Sorry, I-I uh. I walked as fast as I could.” You nervously said looking down at your feet.
“Explains a lot. With those fat thighs you couldn’t move too fast. Now get to work cleaning up last night's mess” Kruk said, you brush past him to start putting the bar stools on the ground.
Kruk wasn’t a very nice man but he kept you employed and you needed this job more than anything. You were alone. No family. No friends. Just you on this planet. You want to leave so badly, to go to a place where nobody knew you. But this job was barely enough to keep you alive, let alone be able to afford a ticket off world.
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Spending the time before opening, alone, was nice. But the rush of the cantina as it was now is even better. You were a waitress, giving everybody all kinds of drinks. You enjoyed not being harassed verbally, the facial expressions when they saw you handing the drink was another story.
Kruk was very stern with the outfit. Men wore a black leather pants with a white V-neck top. It didn’t show much, but it accentented the important parts. And women wore a black skirt and white tank top. For a normal sized girl this outfit would be no problem. But for you, your breasts would barely fit in, showing way too much cleavage for your liking. Occasionally, when you had to reach extra far to deliver a drink, a little too much of your breasts would pop out and the men would start to reach for them causing you to immediately pull away.
“Two grog on table 10, y/n” You hurried as quick as your legs could take you skillfully weaving in and out of the tables very smoothly as you've done many times before. For a larger woman you were quite agile in this bar. You knew every table and chair but this like there was a foot in your way. Your tray goes flying and all of the empty glasses crash onto the ground causing an extremely loud noise causing all eyes to peer at you. You land flat on your face which your skirt bunched up to just under your ass. Thank god for once you had a large ass to prevent it from riding any higher. You stayed down on the ground for a couple seconds as you heard the bar erupt in laughter.
Finally pushing yourself up off the ground you notice a stinging pain in your forearms. You look down to see a few streams in blood dripping from each arm caused by the broken glasses you crushed in your way down. You heard the patrons calling you all kinds of names you were used to because of your size but as usual they didn’t faze you.
You gathered what you could from the ground and gave that man who tripped you the death glare. He didn’t flinch and you realized it was the same man from outside who had slapped your ass.
He approached your face while you were picking up the last of the mess, “I thought I said watch where you're going, fatass.” and he spit on the ground, likely he had bad aim and it missed you entirely.
You stood up with whatever you have in your hands and rushed behind the bar. Kruk looks at you with a scowl having seen what had transpired. “Are you upsetting the customers again?”
You just shook your head and pushed past him to go to the bathroom to fix your arms.
Turning on the tap, you start to put your arms underneath the water washing the blood away. It stings slightly causing you to wince, but you needed to clean the wounds. You notice a small piece of glass in your arm and take a deep breath and reach to pull it out. The pain wasn’t small but nothing you couldn’t handle.
Once your arms were completely clean and ready to be bandaged, the door flew open. You assume it was Kruk demanding you to return to work, “I’m coming, one minute.”
You were shocked when you felt a cold hand hank at your shoulder and turn you around. It was that man who tripped you and a shudder ran through your spine. He grabbed your other arm just as firmly and started to push you back towards the sink.
“I am going to teach you a lesson,” he reached down and grabbed your ass roughly, “I have to teach you to keep your fatass out of the way.” His other hand came up to your face and squeezed your chubby cheeks together. He smirked at the way your lips made an involuntary ‘o’ shape. With your hands free you started to push against his chest to free yourself. He released your face and surprisingly caught both of your hands at the same time completely stopping your efforts to escape.
“K-Kruk!” You wailed repeatedly until he slapped you across the face. All of the air was knocked out of your lungs and you slumped forward. He was still holding you up by your wrists.
“Shut it!” He groaned at you, pushing his body up against you to straighten your posture. You continued to wiggle against him to try and escape but this only made your breast pop out of your shirt for his benefit. His hand barely made it to the exposed flesh of your breasts before he was pulled away by an invisible force.
His body was thrown to the ground and he immediately began to get up and struggle with something on his arm. The hallway was too dark to see anything or anyone that might have done this. You squinted into the darkness a bit but the attacker was yanked to the ground again, this time unable to get up before beskar clad person was aiming a pistol at his head. The horned man tried to grab his blaster from his holster but stopped at his words.
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold”