"Did you have your fill?" Jabba asked as Leia pressed herself back into the slave's embrace. His goblet was back in his hand—and it was already half-empty. It was only then that Leia realized that Bib wasn't there any longer.
Leia nodded in response to Jabba's question. Indeed, she had become rather full; not just of food, but also questions.
Jabba licked his lips. "Well, I'm still hungry," he declared. "Fetch me something." It took Leia a long moment to realize that he was talking to her.
Leia couldn't figure out how the Hutt was still hungry, but nonetheless she took a look around to see what other food she could find for Jabba.
Nearby, the bread was still on the table below, but that would be too dry for a Hutt. Leia glanced around, saw the frog tank-and quickly turned away again. What else? Then her eyes fixed on something on another table, a little farther away, and she bit her lip.
How to get there?
Leia looked at Jabba. With her hand she pointed to what she was looking at. Gazing into the Hutt's eyes, Leia ventured to speak freely. "If you allow me just enough slack to do so…er, Master," she added this for good measure, "I think I can reach some food for you."

Jabba glanced at Leia, probably debating if this was some kind of a trick, but he must have decided it wasn't, for he wordlessly pulled some of the chain's long slack over the huge hump of the base of his tail and dropped it before him. He gestured for her to make haste. Leia curtsied slightly, and only as she turned to jump off the throne did she ask herself, What am I doing?
Jabba had only told her to "fetch" him something; he hadn't told her what, from where, or from whom; yet she had volunteered to pick up the bowl of the most familiar-looking thing in the closest proximity. Why was she suddenly being so…cooperative? Think of the alternative, she reminded herself; feeling a little better about it, Leia turned back to Jabba, to see if the Hutt had any thoughts on the matter, including her delay. He apparently didn't. He wasn't even looking at her.
Leia pursed her lips, then jumped off the edge of the throne. The chain clinked noisily on the hard stone, and rattled noisily as she walked, dragging the links off the edge. She went to the table and reached for the bowl. It was wide, oval-shaped green bowl, half-filled with the pale, glistening mass of its contents. Leia immediately felt a pang of regret that this is what she had chosen to retrieve, but she couldn't start walking around to other tables now; Jabba would probably think she was trying to slip away. Not that that would be a bad thing, Leia thought, but then she knew what would happen if she were caught. She sighed, glanced around—
"It's free of fierfek, if that's what you're wondering," came a voice.
Leia jumped and turned.
A tall, heavyset man was standing nearby.
"Wh-what?" Leia asked.
The man nodded at the bowl. "Fierfek. Poison. I wouldn't try to do that here, though."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're looking at that bowl like it's your only hope."
Leia, having grown weary of conversation with Jabba's cronies, shook her head. "What if I'm just hungry?"
"What if I'm not as dumb as I look?" the man said. "I saw you eating with those men earlier."
"Fair enough," Leia said. "Jabba's the one who's hungry. He told me to fetch him something, so…"
The man crossed his arms over his chest
"So you're hoping to spike that and—?"
"No!" Leia said, perhaps a little too quickly. "No, but I can't say that's not the worst idea I've ever heard."
"And I'm telling you, that's an invitation for trouble, thinking like that."
Leia now also crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced back at Jabba. He was talking to the guard again. She turned back to the man. "So who are you? Jabba's keeper?"
"Him? No," the man said, glancing past her. His gaze lingered a long moment at the Hutt, and Leia saw some kind of darkness pass over his features before he turned back to her. "No, I work for him. That's all."
"Not exactly a fan, then?"
"You could say that." He inclined his head slightly. "Brudon."
She hesitated a moment. "Leia."
"I know.
"Figures. Everyone else does."
"Well you are Princess Leia. Kind of hard to hide something like that."
Especially with Jabba making a big show of it when he caught me, she thought.
"So, Brudon, I hope you're not expecting something in return for this bowl, because honestly, I'm really not in a bargaining position."
"I should say not," he said. "Go on, take it. Before he gets mad at you."
"Thanks," Leia said. She reached for the bowl, then paused, fingers just touching the rim. "This…this was nice."
Brudon frowned. "What was?"
"Talking." Leia picked up the bowl. "I don't get to do that a lot. Today has been like a throwback to my diplomatic days in comparison to—"
"Da eitha!" Jabba shouted, and Leia turned to see him gathering up her chain.
She sighed and turned back to Brudon.
"I…I hope it all works out for you," Leia said. "Whatever he's done…I hope you find justice."
Brudon's face tightened into a frown, but in the second before she turned away, Leia could see the pain behind it.
"And you as well, Princess."
She glanced back as she approached the throne.
Brudon was nodding. "You as well."

Jabba had gathered most of the slack he'd given Leia and thrown it back over his tail by the time she came to him. She was about to press into the slave's embrace when he pointed at the bowl. "Lots of fierfek, I hope?"
Leia froze. "What?"
"HO-HO-Ho-ha-ha-ha,"Jabba laughed, his doughy rolls jiggling wetly, "HAH-Hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiiighhh…" Though it was a joke, apparently, Leia still had a bad feeling about this.
He licked his lips and slipped a chunky arm round Leia's bare waist, shoving her breasts into the folds of his slime-dribbled rolls with a series of noisy squishes. Leia, caught off-guard by both his comment and his sudden embrace, had been in an unprepared position that could only yield her so much balance before, so she actually spread her legs, feeling the belly-fat swell between them, taking some of her frontal skirt along as the flesh squishing against her inner thighs.
"What have you brought me?" Jabba asked, glancing at the bowl, which Leia only then remembered, her upper body twisted to the side so both hands could continue to grip the dish.
"Uh…" Leia had recognized it, even from the distance it had been at before, but couldn't for the life of her remember what it was called. Jabba had fed it to her on several occasions (in the middle of sloppily gorging it himself); it was some kind of pudding, with thick lumps of grain or pasta in it. It had been a cold dish, with not much flavor (that the human palate could discern, anyway), but it had been plenty filling. Leia hefted the bowl, showed it to Jabba.
"Oooaaah," he groaned in approval.
Leia put on her best smile and passed the bowl to Jabba, whose arms lifted, then pulled back, likely in an effort to figure how to take it from her in this position. He lowered his arms slowly then.
"Let's feed," he said.
Leia frowned, feeling herself tense. This was exactly what she'd feared. He'd make a mess while handing her handfuls of the slop, spilling it all over her, and then he'd want to "clean it up," and then he'd—
Jabba, ever the questionably psychic Hutt, licked his lips. "Not you. Feed me."
Leia's frown deepened.
Feed…him?
"Unless," he added, and licked Leia's face, "you're still hungry, in which case we can share…"
"No," Leia said, perhaps too insistently, then recovered her composure by adding, "I…I got this for you." Jabba made a sound somewhere between a contented purr and an impatient growl, but either way, it chilled Leia.
"Then it's settled. You will feed me." Jabba said, putting his hands into her butt, pushing her into himself.

With tense, clumsy movements, she hefted the bowl closer to herself. The lumpy pudding jiggled slightly, its surface seeming to have faded just a little, perhaps with a slight film, no doubt from being exposed to the air for so long. Leia held the bowl closely to her chest (feeling her skin raise into bumps where the cold moisture of the container touched her bare upper abdomen and soaked through part of a bikini cup), and lowered her other hand inside. The pudding was a little thicker than Leia remembered—but then, those times she had been practically swimming in the stuff, so it was hard to tell—and very, very cold. Would that matter to Jabba? Probably not. As she scooped out a big handful (keeping her palm and fingers cupped into a long spade shape), there was a loud, wet sucking sound and a slight rush of air. She turned to find that a wide cave of toothless green gums had opened; it was filled with stalactites of runny, mucoid saliva, and a veritable puddle of the stuff ran along the bottom, and his tongue, a long, wide worm, twisted and squirmed in that puddle, waiting, just waiting, for the chance to stretch out into the air. Flinching and holding what little breath was in her lungs, Leia gingerly moved her pudding-hand into Jabba's mouth, tipped it over, and let gravity take most of it into the Hutt's waiting maw. Jabba's tongue slopped up, and Leia removed her hand, and she watched with disgust as that tongue slurped at the stuff, and it disappeared as he swallowed, his gelatinous rolls jiggling against Leia's body and making her feel so disgusted. What was worse, he did all of this with his lips still wide open…and Leia had only just begun the feeding.
Jabba began groping her buttock. "More" he said.
Taking up another scoop of the pudding, Leia deposited it, and once again, he slurped it down, open-mouthed. She grabbed another handful. Maybe this'll be quick, she thought to herself, and suddenly found herself thinking of her friends. How much longer was the trip? They'd been traveling for hours already. Surely it couldn't be much longer. And then what? What was Luke's plan?
Upon her fourth or fifth scoop, Jabba closed his lips hard around Leia's forearm, and she gasped—a massive creature was biting her hand, after all—but between the lack of teeth and the soft texture of his lips, it was only a wet clamp of rubbery pressure on her wrist. Painless though it was, Leia was still disgusted, and groaned a little as she slipped her hand out, now colorful with saliva and pudding. She turned her hand over to inspect how much had gotten on it when Jabba's lips, unseen just inches beyond, parted—and he licked at her hand with a gleeful moan.
Leia glared at the Hutt. Jabba, knowing exactly what she was thinking, said in a wet voice, "More."
It only got messier.
Moments later, Jabba tried to lick Leia's face, his breath heavy with the odor of the ingested slop, but Leia had craned her neck back, then made a show of adjusting her ponytail. She must have accidentally pulled away from Jabba then, for a moment later he slipped his hand down Leia's backside and right under her skirt.
"More," he said, his voice thick with his latest helping. Perhaps it was a distraction from his groping hand; even if not, it worked.
As Leia reached into the bowl, which was now very nearly empty, Jabba suddenly and rather painfully squeezed her buttock, and Leia gasped—and lost her grip on the slick bowl. It upended suddenly, its open side facing the air beside her, and Leia's heart froze at the thought of it spilling—and all that such anaction may entail—and twisting to grab at it with both arms, she hugged it closer…and it turned fully around and clapped wholly against her chest, spilling its remaining contents right upon her.
Leia's eyes popped wide and she glanced at Jabba, and damn if he wasn't grinning at her.

Once Jabba had consumed his meal, he brought the princess in front of his face and pressed her body against his oily stomach. As the Hutt licked his lips and his drool dribbled down to her breasts, Leia had the bad feeling that her master's cravings were far from satisfied.

Jabba fumbled beneath her armpits, one after the other, to undo the straps to her pudding-splattered top. Leia was in too much embarrassed disgust to stop him. It had been her fault, all of it, from volunteering to get the Jabba food to choosing this particular meal, right up through her shrewd reaction to the Hutt's busy hands which resulted in her clumsy spill—and an invitation for him to feed right off of her sloppy body.

Jabba was ravenous this time, his tongue rougher upon her breasts, causing her nipples to harden so quickly. Leia moaned—she couldn't help it—and twisted her head away, blushing and hating herself and groaning as her body wholly reacted to Jabba's tongue, all at once.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, Jabba ordered a servant to get her top cleaned up, so that she may "look pretty for the show." Leia's heaving breasts were clean of the pudding at that point, though covered with his thick saliva; she hadn't noticed this, and didn't care to find out. Leia felt Jabba's tail brush up between her thighs after a few minutes; as the Hutt took her, Leia found it hard to concentrate on her friends' imminent deaths; the pleasures the Hutt was forcing through her, and the shame of what she had done to bring that about, were too great.
Leia came like a good slave. She was later rewarded with the return of her freshly-cleaned bikini top.