Ahsoka Tano swore internally as she peeked out from the shadows. Clone troopers patrolled the landing pad, and gunships passed overhead, checking any and every ship as it sought to leave the planet. She’d hoped these lesser-used landing pads in the slums would be free of their control, but evidently whoever was in charge was very thorough in fulfilling their responsibilities.

The main responsibility, in this case, being the discovery and destruction of any Jedi. Or, in her case, former Jedi Padawans.

The galaxy had changed in the blink of an eye. The Jedi Order destroyed practically overnight as clones turned on their former allies, the attack on Palpatine and his declaration of the Galactic Empire in place of the Galactic Republic… she had left the Jedi well before any of this had occurred, but even so she knew they wouldn’t have come for him without cause. And who knew what had happened to her Master - Anakin was not the kind of man who died easily, but he also trusted his clones implicitly; if Rex had pulled his blaster on him, would Anakin have had the heart to fight back?

The Togruta shook her head. She had to focus. She’d been hiding on this planet for a while, after the last place got found. She’d had a few escape plans. But it was like the Imperials knew she was there already, and they really wanted to get rid of her; there was a blockade around the planet, every single ship being boarded and searched by troopers once it reached space, even after ground inspections before takeoff. The first couple ships that hadn’t complied were blown to space dust - which put an end to most of the escape routes she’d had prepped.

There had to be a way offworld without getting blasted into her component atoms by ship cannons, or just gunned down by Empire soldiers. As she returned to the spaceport’s main concourse, she noticed someone watching her. It wasn’t an Imperial, that much she was reasonably confident about - despite it’s newness, the Empire already was making itself a reputation as a humans first and foremost kind of entity; ostensibly because of how the Outer Rim, and it’s higher proportion of non-humans, was where the Separatists had begun their campaigns. So the purple-skinned Twi’lek staring at her was, at the least, probably not an Imperial.

She pulled her hood down lower as she walked towards the exit of the spaceport. She turned a corner, toward a bathroom, and waited. When the Twi’lek turned the corner, she found herself staring into the business end of a blaster. “Why are you following me?” Ahsoka said cooly. She wasn’t going to shoot, obviously. But the Twi’lek didn’t know that.

“Whoa, whoa,” The woman said, putting her hands up, “I was just-”

“I’m not in a mood for lies.”

“Fair point. I saw you looking at ships. I’ve been in the business for a while. Let me guess - you want a way off world, discreetly?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because I happen to have a ship, and a reliable method. At least, as long as you don’t need to bring anything that you can’t carry on you.”

“And if I turn you in for smuggling?” Ahsoka asked.

“You won’t. I’m an excellent judge of character, and you’re not the type to do that to someone offering help, are you?”

The silence dragged on for a moment, before Ahsoka put the blaster down. She couldn’t sense any deceit from the woman. While the Force wasn’t a perfect measure by any means, she was confident that the Twi’lek thought she was telling the truth, at the least. “...How much is it going to cost?”

“Expensive, but considering the risks involved in smuggling through a blockade, it’s actually quite reasonable.” The woman said. “Call me… Nabrina Vrei. I take that it if you’re here, you have no belongings you must fetch first?”

Ahsoka nodded. “The sooner I leave the better. Let’s see your plan, first.”

The Twi’lek guided Ahsoka to another landing pad, on which a modestly sized cargo ship sat. It wasn’t particularly impressive or flashy, which did probably mean that Nabrina was a competent smuggler. A smuggler whose ship is easily picked out from the crowd by sight alone is, generally, not a very good one.

As they stepped aboard, Ahsoka looked around, pulling off her uncomfortable robe so she could cool off a bit. “So, where am I supposed to hide? Since you figured that I wanted to get off without letting them see me, you’ve got to have somewhere, right?”

“Catch.” Nabrina said, tossing Ahsoka something. She instinctively caught it, trained reflexes making up for the lack of warning. It was a strange amulet, a kind she’d not seen before. “I find there’s two really effective ways of hiding something, that work well together. Put it in plain sight, and make it look like something that anyone searching won’t want to look too closely at. If you’re not hiding it and they don’t want to see it, they won’t think it’s anything suspicious. That amulet there is how I accomplish that with a cute Togruta like yourself.”

“And what does this actually do-” Ahsoka started to ask, but she suddenly felt… strange. Before she could even finish the sentence, she stumbled forward as her breasts suddenly ballooned in size. She gaped at the newly massive mammaries, uncomprehending. Not only had they become huge, they didn’t even look like they were hers anymore; they looked leathery and synthetic, even the parts that were supposed to be her skin not her clothes. “What have you done!?” Ahsoka said. She tried to reach down for her blaster, or even her lightsaber, but it was actually difficult to do so around her suddenly expanded bust.

The smuggler picked the amulet up from where Ahsoka had dropped it, in a gloved hand. “It’s very simple really. You’re becoming a high quality piece of custom furniture so that I can have you in plain sight. And since most people are squeamish about this kind of thing, they won’t be looking for very long at all. It’s not permanent, don’t worry - you just need to touch the amulet again and you’ll be right back to normal.”

Ahsoka was just managing to get a grip on her blaster, when it clattered to the ground - her hands had thickened, and she could no longer actually hold it. This was happening across her body, climbing up from her feet and from her hands. Her arms and legs were turning thick, blocky, and leathery, her clothes melding with her body and even her lightsabers becoming mere parts of her design rather than distinct objects. She tried to balance for a while before eventually stumbling back onto the floor with a thump.

Her torso rapidly followed suit, her curves filling in until she was more rectangular than naturally shaped as it turned to the same material. She was more leather than Togruta now, unable to move as her blocky legs and arms fused into one cohesive whole, while her head flattened and expanded. Her head-tails flattened as well, becoming mere decoration as she seemed to finish her change into an inanimate object. “A… A chair?” Ahsoka asked, dumbfounded.

“A chair.” Nabrina confirmed, as with a final sound of squelching leather, Ahsoka’s transformation finished by her bust blowing up even larger, big enough to look more like cushions on her new chair self than breasts. She stepped over to her new seat, and gave the new cushions a vigorous squeeze. Ahsoka gasped at the unknown, but… shockingly good sensation she felt. “100% leather - an inanimate object through and through, and a luxury one at that. It’s the simplest way to get you past the blockade. Nothing I’m carrying is illicit; as far as they’ll see, I’m a legitimate trader with tastes that, while strange, certainly aren’t a crime. Now, I scheduled liftoff for not long in the future, so time to help you quiet down.”

As Nabrina walked to the other end of the ship, bringing the amulet further away from the chair, Ahsoka found herself freezing up. She couldn’t talk anymore, or look around. Nabrina came back and quickly pulled the chair out of the pilot’s seat, and replaced it with Ahsoka. “There we go,” she said, “Perfect. Should be good to go now…”

Ahsoka braced herself as she saw Nabrina move to sit in her, but all the same was unprepared for the feeling. The pleasure blasted her mind all at once, unexpected and unwelcome but there all the same. Her Jedi training had emphasized coldness and detachment, but in doing so had left her completely unprepared for what happened when her body, transformed though it was, was stimulated. She felt Nabrina’s warm body against her cool leather and couldn’t help but feel good.

She lost track of time as the ship prepared to launch. The only way she could tell they were launching was even greater pleasure as Nabrina was forced back into her seat by the acceleration as they left the atmosphere. She felt so good, why did she feel so good? She’d been unwillingly transformed into nothing more than an inanimate object, and more than that was being sat in, something that shouldn’t feel as good as it did. Feeling the way Nabrina’s weight shifted her leather and distorted it, marked it, felt good enough that even the discipline of a former Padawan waned - she was completely lost in it.

Eventually, Nabrina stood, and with it the pleasure receded. Despite herself, Ahsoka almost wanted her to sit back down. But hearing her muttering to herself, she realized that they were being boarded by an inspection team.

She heard the airlock door slide open, and muffled voices fading as Nabrina showed them around the ship. She waited, worrying for some time that Nabrina had been discovered and wouldn’t be coming back to sit- to help her. But eventually, she did return. “And this is the cockpit. Mostly standard, although I have my personal touches.”

“...Is that a…?” a voice with a Coruscant accent said.

“It’s a chair.” Nabrina said flatly. “It’s actually surprisingly comfortable. Do you wanna try it out? Or is it illegal to splurge on something custom?”

“Is it… up to code?” The Imperial officer said, still clearly having trouble processing the sight.

“It has all the proper inertial dampeners and acceleration protection installed, don’t you worry.”

The officer was quiet for a moment. “...I’ll have to test that, I’m sure you understand.”

There was the sound of footsteps, and all of a sudden Ahsoka found herself being sat in once again, this time by the officer. Immediately, her mind went blank with pleasure again, especially as the officer made himself comfortable. He seemed to be pressing as far into the cushions as he could, to check that the pilot’s chair was indeed up to regulation - and as a side effect, making the ex-Jedi internally moan with pleasure as her breasts/cushions were squeezed, and the rest of her body conformed to his shape.

Some time later, he stood, dusting himself off. “Hm. I can’t quite ascertain if it’s up to standards just from that… but the worst it would be is a fine, since all you’d endanger is yourself. I’ll let you off. While I can’t say I share your tastes, it certainly is quite comfortable. Moreso than my shuttle, at the least.” The officer said.

“Well, thanks. Have a safe trip.” Nabrina said, as the officer and his escort left, and Nabrina got ready to go again.

It occurred to Ahsoka she’d never actually asked where they were going to go, but the thought was blasted from her mind as Nabrina sat down again. By the time Nabrina lifted her bottom again, and with it letting Ahsoka think again, outside of the cockpit was nothing but the blue and white of hyperspace travel.

After making sure everything was in order, Nabrina left the cockpit, and soon returned with the amulet. Ahsoka felt her face unfreeze, allowing her to speak again. “Told you I could get you past them. They actually touched you and still never suspected a thing. If people get uncomfortable, they rush and try to get away from the thing making them uncomfortable.”

“...I have to admit, it worked better than I was expecting.” Ahsoka conceded. She wasn’t sure she’d have been able to escape if they hadn’t done that.

“And also… how’re you doing, being a chair? I bet it’s surprisingly fun, getting used like that, huh?” Nabrina teased.

Ahsoka would have blushed if she still had a body capable of it. “N-No, of course not. Being sat on is hardly my idea of a good time.”

“Sure, sure. You seem a dutiful type. I bet being useful is nice.” Nabrina waved off the complaint and pressed on.

“Right, sure.” Ahsoka said, not bothering to disagree. “So… when do I get changed back?”

“When we’re safe. Can’t well fix you only to run into a random inspection or something, right? So it’ll be a bit.” Nabrina said.

Ahsoka didn’t like the sound of that, really, but she wasn’t wrong. “...Understandable.” she said eventually.

“It’ll be nice to have someone else in the ship for a while, really. Ever since I left Ryloth, I’ve been on my own. I wouldn’t give it up, but it does get kinda lonely sometimes, so having someone to talk to will be nice.”

“Won’t it feel kind of… strange, to be talking to a chair?” Ahsoka asked. “I’d… probably rather talk to a normal person…”

“Well, you’re still a person. You’re just also a chair, and that just means you won’t walk away from the conversation.” Nabrina said with a shrug. “Anyway, we’ve got some time, and I don’t plan to turn you back until you’re being dropped off, so why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

“Doing so would put you in danger, what with the Empire looking for me. Why don’t you keep talking, instead?”

“I’m probably going to figure it out soon enough anyway. The Empire’s just been created, not a huge list of people on their shit list so far.”

“Then good luck with that.” Ahsoka said.

“If you insist…”

The two started to chat, and despite her initial frustrations with Nabrina, Ahsoka found herself beginning to like the Twi’lek. When the console started to warn that they’d drop out of hyperspace shortly, Nabrina sat back down, and Ahsoka was once again lost in bliss.

It was hard to tell how long passed, after that. Ahsoka and Nabrina quickly became something like friends despite the strange circumstances, and Ahsoka settled into a routine. When they landed on the next planet, Nabrina pointed out that one hyperspace jump is hardly far enough away from the blockade to be safe - if they’d been there looking for her, and she suspected they were, they’d be watching everywhere close by.

Ahsoka couldn’t fault the logic, so she stayed aboard for another jump - still as a chair. She fell into something of a routine; she didn’t really need sleep in this form, so her only divisions in time were those times when she wasn’t being sat in and could chat with Nabrina, and those times she was being sat in and was lost in mindless pleasure. To pay for supplies and services along the way, Nabrina did take other jobs - cargo, passengers, and so on. There were more inspections. Over time, that meant that other people did sit on Ahsoka, but somehow she felt she enjoyed Nabrina doing it the most. Especially when she started sleeping on the bridge rather than in her quarters, resting on Ahsoka’s body for hours and hours.

Nabrina was on a holo-call with some clients in the comms room and the chair waited impatiently for her return. She wanted to be sat in, again. It always felt so nice, since her owner had got her…

That thought stopped Ahsoka in her mental tracks. That wasn’t a normal thought. She was beginning to feel more like a chair than a person, sometimes - she was sure this wasn’t the first time she’d had such a thought, just the first time she’d had the presence of mind to notice it. And… how long had it been since Nabrina had transformed her? How many hyperspace jumps, planets, jobs? How many months?

Ahsoka had a sinking sensation as she began to realize that, had Nabrina been honest with her, she would have changed her back by then. As the Twi’lek finally returned, Ahsoka quashed her excitement and tried to focus. “Nabrina, we need to talk…”

“What about? I think I’ve just landed us a new job…” Nabrina said.

“When do you plan to turn me back? It’s been… I don’t even know how long. Do you just intend to keep me forever? I do like you, but that wasn’t what we-”

“It could be really lucrative, get us enough cash for a few ship upgrades.” Nabrina said as if Ahsoka hadn’t spoken. She sat down on Ahsoka, and promptly snuggled up against her cushions, cutting off whatever Ahsoka wished to say with moans and groans of pleasure. Her mind quieted as everything but the pleasure faded.

Unfortunately for Nabrina, now that Ahsoka had had that thought, it wouldn’t go away. When she next sat up, Ahsoka was convinced that she didn’t plan to turn her back anytime soon, if ever. It was an open question whether she’d ever planned to, or had just thought she’d make a nice chair (which she did- nope, not continuing that thought).

They were in hyperspace when Ahsoka regained coherent thought, and Nabrina was getting up to make herself some food. As the door whooshed shut, Ahsoka noticed she could still move her face - which meant the amulet was nearby. Usually, Nabrina kept it on her person, making sure that Ahsoka could move when she was near and couldn’t when she wasn’t. Looking around, she saw the amulet left behind on the side of the console.

It was time to get out of the situation.

Reaching out with the force, though her skills were a bit rusty from the months of disuse, she managed to grab the amulet. Floating it through the air, she brought it towards her, and then dropped it onto her seat.

The transformation rapidly began to undo itself, in effectively the reverse order to how it had occurred. Her cushions shrank to more normal levels, while her head returned to it’s normal Togruta shape. Her arms and legs separated, and became less blocky, followed quickly by her hips and torso. It wasn’t long at all before she was picking herself up off the ground, moving on her own power for the first time in ages.

She picked up the amulet with the force, careful to not touch it with bare skin. She had some gloves in her pockets, which were still there when she looked, so she put those on so she could handle it by touch. As she looked it over, she noticed something else was different - while her breasts were a size you could reasonably see on a person, they had not in fact reverted completely. She’d had a fairly modest bust before, but now her breasts were rather impressively sized. She… wasn’t sure how to feel about that. They might get in the way a bit… but they did look nice, and after her time as a chair she didn’t really mind the larger bust so much…

She decided to just… give it a quick test, see how it felt compared to before. She took her breast in a hand and squeezed. It felt good, still - really good. But it wasn’t the mind-breaking pleasure of being sat on when she had been a chair. That was a bit disappointing, but at least it meant she didn’t have a crippling weak point - hard to fight in close quarters if all it takes to disable you is a hit to the chest.

When the Twi’lek returned to the bridge, she found her chair missing - and Ashoka in its place. “What the-” she said, before she was interrupted by something hitting her head. Grabbing it as it fell, she saw that it was the amulet… and that she’d touched it.

“You’re lucky it was me in this situation,” Ahsoka said. “Someone else might do a whole lot worse than me.”

“How did you even do that- Aaah!” Nabrina asked, before being interrupted by her breasts ballooning outwards.

“I thought you said you’d figure out who I was eventually?” Ahsoka asked. “It doesn’t matter, in any case. It’s been fun, but I’m not going to be your chair anymore.”

As Nabrina sank down to the floor while her legs and arms turned to leather and fused, she continued to talk. “What do you plan to do? I’m sorry, I just… I liked having someone to talk to…”

“I think I’m going to be borrowing this ship for a while.” Ahsoka said. “Don’t worry, you’ll still be here. I do, despite it all, still like you well enough. You get to be the new captain’s chair until I move on from here. I don’t know how long that’ll be, but I do plan to turn you back.”

“I guess I probably deserve this…” Nabrina said with a sigh, as her face started to flatten and expand. She was completely a chair, now, just as Ahsoka had been minutes before.

“Probably, yes.” Ahsoka agreed. “Don’t worry too much. Speaking from experience, it feels really good.” To illustrate the point, she gave the ex-Twi’lek’s cushions a hefty squeeze, causing the chair to cry out in pleasure. “See? Told you.”

She didn’t much like theft, to be honest, but she figured this situation made for as good an exception as any. And besides, the owner of the ship was still there, if… altered. She did like her, quite a bit - maybe when she did end up returning Nabrina to normal, she’d stick around for a bit. Having a friend in the galaxy would be nice, after so recently losing it all. As she sank down into her new chair (hearing some rather gratifying moans of pleasure from Nabrina as she did so), she checked the course and started to plan where she would go next…