Star Wars: Padme's Messy Pregnancy
A long time ago, in a cervix far, far away…
Padme had just finished taking a massive 12lb shit. She sprayed brown dookie butter all over the toilet and asked Ani to clean it up. She was pregnant with quadtuplets, or one fat baby. Who knows. Anakin grunted "You're a sick slut." He smirked. He broke out an orange mop kit and sloshed it up. Padme began her routine nagging "Ani, would you mind picking up a few things from the store.." Anakin let out a massive fart as he stood up, covered in shit of course "Of course! Text me the list on my starpad and ill speed on over to Razghors Food Emporium. You got the credit card?" "Yep, here it is!" She pulled it right out of her bra as she lit a cigarette.
"Can you please direct me to the clearance section? Jedi council doesn't pay so well…" "Sure thing, right this way, master Jedi!" said the clerk cunt. He led Anakin to the aisle whilst fisting his ass hole, digging for his noon snack. "Here we are, may I help you with anything else?" "Nothing, faggot, leave me be." Anakin bought all the infamil for his kid, then walked in shame out the door as he no longer was free, but bound to a nagging slag and a child that would cost him all his time and money. "Fuck this shit, I'm going to be a sith" He thought.
Anakin returned home to find Padme had not left the couch to do anything at all. "Anakin, im glad you are here! Can you fetch me some soup? Im pregnant, you did this to me!" "Sure thing, let me put this shit away and Ill make supper." "Cuuuuuuunnntt!" Anakin thought.
He got a handy from Padme that night.
THE END